A little bit about the day of the
23rd December 2010.
I had been doing some last minute
Christmas shopping the night before and I felt rough, as did Sophie. In fact in
the morning I remember seeing my mother passing us on a bus and then her
texting me to say how awful I looked. Thank you Mother.
The morning went by without any
incidence. I had a project at work that needed to be finished by the end of the
year, so I was frantically preparing all this stuff together so I could finish
it over the festive period. At lunch time I had a Doctor’s appointment at 1
that day so I had to go during my lunch break. I realised while I was on the
bus that I had left my phone at work. Instead of going back, I thought nothing
major would happen in the hour so decided not to go back for it. I’d never been
more wrong in my whole life.
I get back from my appointment
(all fine by the way) and noticed I had 17 missed calls from Sophie. Even
though she had entered her third trimester that day, it didn’t register that
she was calling me about the baby, more likely that she wanted to know how my
appointment went. I called her back casually, and I could tell while talking to
her that she was annoyed with me, and that’s when she dropped the bombshell
about her water breaking. A friend at work gave me a lift home and for the
whole journey there all I was thinking were two things.
1. I
need to make sure Sophie is comfortable and do whatever she wants.
2. I
am going to meet my little boy very soon.
I was stuck in this bit of
traffic and I was too impatient to get home so I ran the last few minutes. It
was very icy and almost fell over on a couple of occasions but luckily I didn’t
do anything that needed medical assistance. That would have been embarrassing.
We got the bag ready (over-packed on everything) and went to the birthing
centre. When we arrived, we were told we were too early so we should go home
and wait until Sophie’s contractions were lasting 90 seconds and were every
three minutes.
Sophie went for a shower and once
she came out, she was in a lot of pain. We were timing the contractions but
they were very erratic, sometimes they were forty seconds, other times it was
three minutes. I called up the birthing centre to see if we could come in, and
the lady said for Sophie to take some paracetamol. We had none so I offered to
get some, to help her with the pain, but Sophie said no and didn’t want me to
leave. I now realise that suggesting this is a stupid thing to do, but I wanted
to do something that may help her with the pain. I thought it was also sweet
how our unsociable cat Clyde stayed on the bed by Sophie’s feet. Usually he
would hear a noise and leave the room in a huff, but I like to think he wanted
to help somehow.
Eventually we were allowed to go
back to the birth centre and get ready for the arrival of our little baby boy.
While there I became useless. I know it’s all about the woman, but I really
wanted to help her as she was in a lot of pain. Sophie was very much thinking
that all she wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and not be touched. I sat in a
chair, offering her help, squeeze my hand, punch me, anything but she just
wanted to be left alone. I remember the midwife walking in on two separate
occasions and both times I was checking my phone to see the time, I guess she must
have thought I was some horrible person ignoring his partner while I play on my
phone. That wasn’t the case.
The little bundle of joy arrived
at 1a.m on Christmas Eve. I remember Sophie holding him and being so happy,
despite her being tired and what seemed like losing a lot of blood. I thought
this was normal but this was not the case. Sophie started saying she felt like
she was going to drop the baby, so the nurse took him of Sophie and passed him
to me. I loved this moment and it was very nerve-racking for me. At this time
things were still okay and I was holding this perfect little thing and I was
happy. Then I heard somebody say “we need to get a crash team in here” and I
was asked to leave the room, as I left I grabbed Sophie’s hand and she didn’t squeeze
back. A Doctor was saying Sophie’s name, but she didn’t respond until he really
shouted it. I know I was holding my first born but this was the worst moment of
my life. I had a baby that I didn’t know how to look after and was thinking
that he might never know his Mother. I know I can be a drama queen at times but
I’m not exaggerating how close Sophie seemed to dying. I know the midwives were
concerned for me as well and what was making things worse was being told
nothing. The time I was moved out of the room until I was able to see Sophie
again, all I did was tell a less than hour old premature baby about what an
amazing person his Mother was.
When I got told I was able to see
Sophie, she looked paler than I’d ever seen her and she’s a very pale person to
start with. I was told she would be okay but I still wasn’t certain. While she
was taken downstairs to be checked over, I was given the responsibility of
dressing our child. The midwife who stayed with me to give our child his tags
and check his weight, I had to go and find a vest, baby grow, hat and blanket.
I didn’t really know the difference between the baby grow and the vest but I somehow
found them all and I dressed our child. I then got to take this beautiful
little man off to spend some time with his Mother. It was heart-breaking to me
to see Sophie in such a weak state that she couldn’t give her child a cuddle. I
do remember when I fell asleep (for 15 minutes) and I woke up to see Sophie cuddling
him, even though she had been through so much I remember how happy she was.
While he slept and she was
recovering, we started discussing the name. We both instantly agreed that he
should be Leo. It was the perfect name for him and coincidently, his first
outfit had a lion on it. We were both smitten with the boy and we still are. I
know there was other things happened but I think this was the important stuff.
The experience wasn’t as easy as I’d
hoped and even ten months later, I get emotional thinking about what happened.
It makes me feel apprehensive about things and has made me hate the idea of
ever having to go to a hospital again. I
know some people will always say the first time you hold your child is the best
feeling ever, but as amazing as it is, I prefer seeing his personality take
shape, I love the way he gets happy when he sees his parents, I’m amazed at
every new thing he learns and how amazing everything is because Leo is a part
of it all. One of my biggest fears was becoming a parent, and although there is
a lot I can do better and it is hard work, the reward outweighs it all.