Just a Labour Flashback...

Was catching up on my celeb news this morning (yes, I do get time to do such trivial things in the morning as Baby Bear loves his playmat!) and read that Mariah Carey wanted to give birth to her own songs! Saying that, I had a labour playlist.
I wanted to listen to pan flutes in the early stages, and happy songs that brought back nice memories in active labour.

With my 1st stage of labour being just under two hours, my birth plan went out of the window. It took almost an hour and a half to pack the last of my bag, have a cup of tea and get to the hospital, by which point I was fighting the urge to push in the car (I thought I was being ridiculous, little did I know I was already fully dilated). My lovely midwife offered to run me a bath, and I said yes... It got about two inches full before I shouted I didn't have time!!

I then read that Miranda Kerr told Orlando Bloom he wasn't allowed to leave her to pee, and thought this was mean until I remembered Daddy Bear saying he needed the loo, and telling him 'well I need to push, so you'll have to wait!'
His bladder really was the last thing on my mind when there was a giant head making it's way down my birth canal.

So needless to say, half the stuff in my hospital bag was absolutely useless. Although I used the pillow (after telling my mum not to bring it), I came home with it almost fully packed. I'd changed into a nightgown to deliver, used toiletries to have a shower, and put a clean outfit to go home in... Obviously I didn't know my labour was going to be so short, or that I'd be let out of hospital six hours later, or my bag would have been considerably lighter. For all I knew, I could have been in labour for days, using the magazines, snacks, and various other bits and pieces I'd packed.

Happily reminiscing...
xxx