Mummy says …
Today, 29 July 2015, my eldest son turns 13. A teenager. At last, he says. I have a teenage son – no way, I say!
13 years ago, at 1.01am I gave birth to my first baby boy – I was standing up – and had stood for most of my labour, despite the objections of some more ‘old school’ midwives.
It was still common then to be persuaded to lie on the hospital bed for labour and birth, but neither my baby, nor me, were very happy in that position. It’s funny because Pickle, my other son, who was born in 2012 was exactly the same!
There was still a concern that I would need an emergency caesarean – my eldest daughter MeeMee was born that way six years earlier, and despite having a natural birth with no problems with Lea, three and a half years later, the midwives / doctors were still on standby for a ECS.
I had gone into hospital on 27 July – my dad’s birthday – and there began a very slow, very drawn out labour. I stayed in that night – I was having contractions, but by the morning they had gone! My partner S and I walked around, and went up to a big Tesco that was fairly new. Most of my waters broke in there! We had to buy some cheap clothes in the sale!
It was still hours later before he was born. I am sure at one point I was told he was breech – but he did turn himself. He then lay with his back to my back in the womb, which makes for a very slow labour indeed.
At 9.30pm on 28 July, the nurse suggested Pethadine and a sleep for me. My gut instinct was no, if I have Pethadine, I will end up with a ECS as the drug will have slowed everything down. I refused, and suddenly – I swear it was as though the baby heard me – he turned, and we were off! Three and a half hours later he arrived. Natural, perfect, my first son. I cannot find my photos of Luke the day he was born – they are somewhere so safe I can’t find them!! Here he is at 2 and 3 years old.
Now 13 years later, I have so much to say to my boy, as he becomes a teenager – a step closer to being a young man.
My Dearest Luke
As you turn 13, I am so proud of you, and the young man you are growing into. Things haven’t been easy the last few years, especially for you, and for that and my part in it I am deeply sorry.
You are such an important, much needed and much loved part of our family, everyone loves you very much.
How did you get so big? Where has 13 years gone? It seems like yesterday I was sat in the hospital room, overjoyed that we had a son.
I have so many wishes for you….
*Be happy – do what makes your heart sing.
*Be a boy – a messy, forgetful, curious boy.
*Know, always, at every single moment of every single day, how much you are loved.
*Have fun! Explore, learn, find out, quench your thirst for knowledge through fun.
*Push your own boundaries – take a step out of your comfort zone – who knows where it will take you.
I wanted to give you roots to support you and wings to fly. Go fly my son – knowing I am always here to catch you.
I hope you have had a wonderful birthday, I love you more than you will ever know.
Mum x x x