Where it all began

This is the first blog post and I'm quite nervous! We have been through so much already in such a short space of time, but I wouldn't change anything as we wouldn't be the family we are today.

In November 2016, Keir and I found out we were going to be parents for the first time. We were over the moon with the news and couldn't wait to tell family and friends. Everyone was so excited for our little bundle to arrive in July. We couldn't wait to meet him/her.

During my pregnancy it was quite plain sailing and didn't really get any side affects apart from morning sickness. I think that's quite normal for most women to suffer from morning sickness but it's horrible is all I can say. I really enjoyed being pregnant, knowing you have your baby wriggling around inside you and growing day by day even though you can't feel them. It's the best feeling ever...believe me. When I was 17 weeks pregnant, we found out we were having a pink baby (girl) and we were over the moon, our own little princess! She was perfect already!

On March 22nd 2017 our lives changed. It was my first day off from work that week and had planned to get a pile of things done. I thought I would just go for a shower so I knew I was ready for the day ahead. When I was in the shower, I started to bleed. Only being 22+6 made me panic. I jumped out the shower in absolute hysterics not knowing what to do. I grabbed my phone and automatically phoned Keir to meet me at the hospital as quick as possible. I then phoned my dad and mum to tell them what was happening, both of them drove me to the hospital. Luckily I phoned triage before heading up. I got seen roughly 5 minutes after we arrived. Keir and I sat in a room waiting for a nurse to come in and see what was going on. Finally a nurse arrived to check my bleeding, take bloods and check my blood pressure. We sat in the room for about half an hour and was then told we could go and get a coffee if we wanted. Off we went.

When we came back, we waited in the waiting area as our room had been filled by another pregnant women...obviously. I was called and taken into another room to get examined, luckily Keir was with me as our life was about to change. Three nurses around me and examined me, the dreaded words came out of a nurses mouth...I was 2cm dilated. The tears started to fall down my face without me being able to stop them. Our worst nightmare was becoming a reality.

I soon got taken up to a labour suite. I was told I would have to lie in a tilted bed to take pressure of my cervix. I was prepared to do anything to slow this labour down. I got numerous blood samples taken, blood pressure checked every few hours. Sitting not knowing what was really going on. Then a few different doctors came to speak to Keir and I about our situation and the decisions we had to make...well lets just say I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy. The most numb feeling ever rushed over me, I didn't know what to do or say. The thought of losing our daughter was hurtful enough.

Finally 23rd March came and still no sign of our little one. She was still cooking nicely in my stomach. This is what we needed her to do, but lying tilted on the bed must have worked a little. More doctors pilled in to speak to Keir and I, more bloods were taken, another blood pressure check...it was like a routine! More decisions to make, more of feeling numb. A nightmare some people could only imagine was our reality. The day turned in to night and still no sign of baby.

Another morning came and baby still where she needed to be. More doctors yet again, more decisions, more bloody pressure checks...I told you this was our routine. It looked like baby wasn't ready to make an appearance. During the afternoon they decided to move me round to ward 119. Luckily I got my own room so I wasn't near new mums and their babies. Hearing a baby crying was such a heartbreaking noise as we might not get to hear our little girl cry. We got settled into the room, unfortunately Keir was going home tonight. He hadn't left my side since we arrived at the hospital on the Wednesday. Friends visited. Was nice to get different company, someone to take your mind of it all even just for an hour. When it was time for them to leave...it was time for Keir to go home too. My first night on my own. Tears falling down my face as I was terrified being left on my own. Keir finally away home to get some sleep. Another blood pressure taken, then time for some sleep.

Saturday 25th finally came only it was 3am. I felt the most horrible sensation like I was going to pee myself. The only way I could actually describe it. I rang for a nurse, my waters had broke....our little girl was coming today.

- E xo