Wow, wow, wow!!!

I did it!!  I can't believe I did it.  Swampy was in labour for 9 hours, and had a beautiful baby girl.

I worked in a hospital over a period of about 6 years as an auxillary nurse, trying to decide if I wanted to train or not.  During my time working for the Nhs, I developed a few phobias...I dont like blood, even the sight of it makes me pale in the face and rushing for chocolate to build up my blood sugars and not faint!  I have a huge phobia of needles, even though my dad was an insulin dependant diabetic and i spent most of my childhood watching him stab himself in the stomach with a needle.  I also hate feet, cant stand touching them, seeing them, just the thought of them makes me gag.   So being a birthing partner was a huge deal for me...theres blood, needles and I spent a lot of the evening sitting at the bottom of the bed, with my face by Swampys feet, which aren't the prettiest patters in the world...I guess you gathered my career in the NHS wasn't a successful one)


I spent most of the night drinking take out coffee from the local Costa shop and the vending machines...I spent an huge portion of my time sitting on the loo, wishing I hadn't drunk quite so much coffee!

Mr Swampy spent most of the night asleep in the bath in the en-suite bathroom...Swampy spent 6 hours bouncing on a huge rubber ball...after an exhausting few hours, Swampy Jnr finally arrived into the world at 6.44 on Saturday morning.

It was a emotional journey, and I'm glad that I did it for Swampy...I am hugely proud of her...and you know what I'm a little bit proud of me too...