I’m writing this blog mainly for me and Sarah, although maybe other people will read it to track little Jacks progress.
I used to write my own blog to keep track of what i was upto.. but have been so busy i haven’t been able to keep it updated, now i have a baby i think i have time!! we’ll see!!
Both me a Sarah have been a bit worried about having the baby at the General hospital and not going private as appears to be the norm with most English over here.
The first day we went for a scan/checkup Sarah was around 4 months gone! Crazy as it sounds neither of us realised that the reason she was so tired was because she was pregnant, after the initial shock of it all though we where both exstatic!
Anyway back to the first scan, we got up there at about 9:00 in the morning and stood around with lots of other pregnant people. After a while one of the midwives talked to us in Greek and then eventually English, she vaguely explained what we needed to do and so the process began.
So this is how it works here
- Wait in a queue and pay €2 at the administration desk, everyone who visits the hospital must do this before seeing anybody… which is an interesting idea that causes interestingly long queues.
- Go to the maternity clinic and queue to have your blood pressure taken (Sarah’s not mine) whilst the blood pressure is taken they work out how many weeks you are using a little circular bit of card (rather than adding a week to the last week you where there!)
- Queue to go and get weighed, sometimes the weight will be said in Greek and i would have to glance in and get the weight for her, sometimes they would say it in English it all really depended on who was doing it.
- Queue to get the babies heart checked out (this is the best bit!) also whilst here they write down your weight and ask YOU if your urine sample was ok!
- Then join the slow queue to be scanned and your done.
By the time we where going every week, the last month or so we had got this down to an art and could get everything done in an hour or so.. but the first day and the first few weeks we always appeared to be at the end of every queue and never move forward and sometimes we wouldn’t leave until 12 after getting there at 9!
It was a bit stressful, some of the Doctors and Nurses where really nice, some where a bit abrupt, but it was more the language barrier i think that their personality.
So onto the birthday.. well the day before. well the week before we went in for a checkup and was told to come back on the Tuesday and go straight to a Midwife as it was bank holiday and the doctors would be off!! We went up, they checked the babies heart and then we came home, bit of a wasted trip.. but also turned out that Jack was luckily not born on the 1st of April!
Went up on Wednesday the 2nd and managed to get everything done and into the scan room in about 40 minutes, for some reason it was not very busy. Whilst in the scan room the doctor informed us that Jack would be too large for a natural delivery and Sarah will more than likely have to have a C-section. We where then sent onto the Ward.
Sarah had a few different checks.. one she describes like being hooked up like a car battery :-/ whilst this was happening they sent me home to get her night stuff and some things for baby.. they didn’t however tell me what time they where going to perform the operation.. so i quickly (but legally.. ish) drove home and picked up all the stuff that i thought we would need.
Made it back within about 40 mins after being stopped at EVERY red light, Sarah was just sitting on the bed in the ward and her mum had come up to sit with her.
After a while of waiting we where told that Sarah couldn’t eat or drink and that she would go into the operation room at 5:30, Sharon went home and i stayed with Sarah. About an hour later they decided that 3:30 was a better time for the operation.
All of Sarah’s family came up to the hospital and Sarah went down to the operating room at about 3:45, she looked so scared and worried
I went down to the theatre with her, but wasn’t allowed in.. A few nerve wrecking minutes passed as i was sat outside waiting, after about 15 mins Sarah’s family managed to find me..
and then 5 mins later i heard little Jack cry…
It felt so amazing.. i could hear him but couldn’t see him.. was it my baby boy.. or was their someone else having a section in one of the other rooms, i almost wanted to run to the doors and fling them open to find out. After three or four loud crys he appeared to stop, then the midwives appeared at the door with him wrapped up in a blue blanket and rushed him into the lift to get him onto the ward.
I followed him in the lift, eyes filled with joy and excitement, part of me thinking is he ok.. he’s so peaceful all i can see is his head and how long his body is.. does he have all his fingers and toes!
Once upstairs they placed him in the incubator (standard practise here for a c-section) and i saw my beautiful baby boy for the first time.. he was bigger than i expected! and a lovely chubby little face, he’d scratched himself just above his eye but apart from that everything was perfect.
I spent the next god knows how long about 30-45 mins just looking at him and touching the plastic of the incubator trying to get him to reach out to me.. he spent a good 15 mins with his eyes closed, i knew he was mine as he looks lots like me.. but found it a bit hard to relate and understand really until he opened his eyes and looked at me. At that moment it felt so good to have him looking at me, he looked so confused… is this my dad.. have i really got to depend on this man to feed and clothe me! I think he eventually realised that maybe i’m not that bad and he started sticking his tongue out a bit!
One thing that did hurt whilst he was in the incubator is after they weighed him (9 pounds 4 ounces) and gave him an injection.. he was balling and i couldn’t do anything to help him as i couldn’t touch him
Eventually Sarah got out of the operating room and me and Gaz helped her onto the bed by lifting her sheet.. which was agony and she is only just forgiving us for i think! She was still really drugged up when she got back on the ward, i showed her lots of pics of Jack on my phone, but i don’t think she really remembers.. eventually she came round and looked again and thought he was soo cute!
I spent the next few hours between Sarahs and Jacks side, they where only down the corridor from each other but it must have been awful for Sarah. After a while a doctor came to check on Jack and gave him the all clear and put him in a little cot next to the radiator, a bit later then let me wheel him into Sarah..
He was soo peaceful at this point and didn’t even stir as i pushed him into the room.. Sarahs face was one of amazement and love when she first saw him! Although she was sad that she couldn’t pick him up or touch him yet as we didn’t want to disturb him.
We spent the rest of the hours of the day just starting at Jack sleeping and looking at him pulling faces, such an amazing experience.
9 rolled around and the other lasses, 2 of them, wanted to get some rest and Sarah needed it! So i pushed Jack back into the nursery so that the midwives could look after him that night and left Sarah to get some rest..
When i came home i got home and couldn’t sleep at all.. Gaz came round and we had ONE beer! then i decided to setup this site so that we could both remember everything and everyone could see the photos in one easy place!
Facebook also annoyed me that night! but this isn’t the place to rant about that.
Eventually i went to bed 2:30
Best day of my life
Welcome to the world little Jack
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