Last week saw the arrival of my first baby of the year! A bouncing baby boy arrived on Thursday morning after a very long labour. Fantastically proud parents and a new mummy who was so amazing in labour and made it look easy for most of the time.
I did (of course) cry when he was born; we had transferred in from a planned home water birth as contractions were quite spaced out and mum was getting quite tired, despite all her best efforts to get energy on board and to rest where possible, it felt like the right decision to visit our local unit. We had good care and baby arrived a few hours later. Getting home again was more tricky; I am puzzled with my NHS colleagues obsession with testing blood sugars on a baby. Really? A well, term baby with quite a lot of fat to spare (did I mention he was a 'bouncing' boy), who had a good birth really should not need to have so many holes in his feet. Poor thing resembled a pin cushion once they had finished with him and by all accounts this would have continued until a strong-minded midwife realised it was nonsense and they stopped.
Hurrah for stroppy midwives.