Today my son Myles is 6 months. I have no idea where that time has gone. It’s flown by so quick. I look at the photos I took of him when he was 20 days old which you can see here and see how much he has grown. I’m so proud of him. He is such a character now which you can see. He’s always so happy and gives me, Dan and Emmie huge smiles whenever he sees us. He is such an amazing yet cheeky monkey!
I also wanted to share with you the story of Myles’ birth because it is such a good story!
On 28th September 2012, me, Dan and Emmie had gone up to Nottingham to stay with Emmie’s aunt as it was her wedding the next day. Emmie was a bridesmaid and she was really looking forward to it. We were staying with the bride as the groom was staying at the wedding venue and so we were keeping her company. However, 4:30am of 29th September I woke up with bad back pains. Six days previous to this, I had been in hospital with contractions that didn’t lead anywhere. This happened on and off all week so when it happened again, I wasn’t too worried. I ran myself a bath as usually this helped. I was sat in the bath for all of two minutes when I knew that that wasn’t going to help at all! So as quietly and as carefully as I could, I climbed back out the bath (which was probably one of the most difficult things when you’re in a lot of pain!), crept downstairs to the living room, and rang the local hospital.
The lady I spoke to informed me that they were full and there wasn’t any room for me to come in and be looked at. But there was a hospital that was closer to me that could probably so she would get them to call me. This was reassuring news… I mean what happened if I was right about to give birth and turned up at their doors? They’d make me wait in the waiting room with my legs crossed, telling the baby to stay put? It did make me laugh.
Anyway, I went and woke Dan up by informing him “I think the baby is coming” and leaving him to have a mild panic attack. The other hospital rang me and the woman told me to come in and they would check me out. Literally was off the phone for two minutes when the contractions became even worse. By this point, the bride came to see if everything was okay as, bless her, she wasn’t able to sleep as she was too excited/nervous about her wedding. She then rang the hospital back and asked them to send an ambulance as 1) I couldn’t move and 2) we had no idea where the hospital was and the bride had to stay to look after Emmie whilst she slept not having a clue as to the drama that was happening downstairs!
After what felt like the longest time ever, the ambulance arrived. They took me and Dan to the nearest hospital and we arrived at 6:15am. At 6:56am, Myles was born. He was just perfect and healthy and we were so happy.
All the staff were baffled by us as my paperwork obviously came from Watford and they were astounded by our story that we had come all the way to Nottingham to go to a wedding at 37 weeks pregnant and it was just typical how Myles was impatient and couldn’t wait any longer. We knew our luck to be honest so had been cautious and brought my hospital bag, car seat and travel moses basket. Thank goodness. Emmie had also been impatient when she was born, obviously wanting to be here in time for Christmas as she wasn’t due til 10th January and decided to come 15th December. So I knew Myles would most likely be early. Anyway the staff were really lovely and were able to discharge us from the hospital as quickly as they could, so we left at 2pm that afternoon.
At 3:30pm, we arrived at the wedding. We had missed the ceremony but we got there for the reception. Everyone thought we were crazy to turn up and couldn’t believe I had given birth that morning and then decided to attend a wedding! But I was so happy and most likely just running on adrenaline and exhilaration, that it didn’t feel like I had. I just wanted to see my daughter in her bridesmaid’s dress and show her her brother. Plus I love a wedding (as you can probably tell) so really didn’t want to miss it. It’s not often I go to a wedding just as a guest. The father of the bride and the groom both mentioned us in their speeches which got me all teary eyed. Whilst we were there, I asked the wedding photographer to take a photo of us and so we had our first family portrait taken when Myles was about 14 hours old.
Taken by Steven Haddock Photography
So that’s my story of the day my son was born. One thing I’m sure of is that we will never forget the couple’s wedding anniversary and they won’t forget Myles’ birthday!
