Archive for August, 2009

In The Beginning

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

They had taken him away as soon as he was born; I had not even seen him. Something had gone wrong…

Our little boy was born after an uneventful pregnancy on exactly the date we had been told, my waters broke in the early hours, and the contractions were bearable, just. By the time we got to hospital things were well under way.

I remember the two midwifes saying ok now push and chatting about things, as you do, giving me gas and air, and an overwhelming sense of excitement, we had waited for this baby for a long, long time, and had gone through so many things to get this far. David’s face was a picture, not known for his braveness at the sight of blood he was dealing with all this really well.

Suddenly a lot more people were in the room, David’s face was not so good, a woman looked in my face, “I’m sorry I don’t have time to numb you, we need to get your baby out”. The cut the pulling, the instructions to push, and again, more people in the room, David with his now grey face collapsing against the bed. People telling us our baby boy was not breathing, they were trying to get him to breath, don’t worry it will be alright. People rushing, doors opening, baby taken away. It was not alright, it would never be alright ever again.