PS this is another long post and one that I have just copied and pasted from a 2006 entry.........
So today is my oldest boys birthday and he's like 10. Couple of things that freak me out about this are
a) that means I'm 10 years older than when I had him (and yes maths is my fortay now you mention it)
b) he has always been well groomed but now its takes like 20mins in the morning and he wakes at 6am to enjoy that luxury otherwise I yell alot in the monring at him (sigh)
c) he asked a girl to the disco and she said yes last week. The girl was 12 "looked" like 14..... arrrghhh....
d) he locks the bathroom door now.... i might add he only just turned 10 today.... this is him... my beautiful talented confident son, Rangitautini Nathan Williams
June 1997 (okay this is my first child and I'm 22. Yeah made it past my 21st!!) ** Personal note. I really wanted to go over this and change the language but it was written by a 22 girl so thought I'd better leave it... ........** apologies in advance for all the gramatically errors too
Given that it was winter, the sun was out. I'd been really tired but wanted to clean up. I'd read all the literature given you were our first and accordingly this was referred to as nesting. The midwife Jenny had been in earlier and things were looking great and she had said to me, your baby will be here in three days. So this was the second day and I'm exhausted but healthy.
Headed over to Tauranga. Your dad had just arrived home from uni so picked him up from the bus stop. Your dad in a good mood and its nice having him home. So back to the orchard where its quiet. Nana and papa are busy... its kiwifruit season so there not a lot of words in the house just the occasional grunt, but the fires blazing so we kick back..
Its been a while since dad home so being a guy he wants to say hello. But I'm uncomfortable and its not happening... not at all... its late and I'm tired. So second best option we kick back in the lounge next to the fire. I'm feeling some twinges.... I'm sitting on the ground with dad on the chair .... We check the clock.... Are these contractions neither of us are sure but we are excited.. this could be it, you who we have waited so long for. So being the first time parents that we are we pull out the note book and start physically recorded the time of the contraction the end of the contraction and the length. First time parents maybe we all do it the same but I'm scared now the reality has kicked in and though I don't know what perfect looks, it's what I want.
It's getting later and the intensity kicking in so we call the midwife with the times. She says wait until there about five six minutes and then call her and come in. Its nerve racking, time and contraction are contradictions. It hurts but don't come in till it hurts so more. I hear the door open, nans come home, I go to tell her but she's just done a double shift in the pack house and looks grumpy and tired. But your dad gives me a nudge so I knock on the door... "What" - yip nans tired "Ummm, I think I'm having my contractions' - I smile and grit my teeth... "ohh... ok...' - change in tone to a softness that I need "let me finish my bath' We call the midwife again, no your ok just have a sleep Didn't happen, could sleep my mind was running a mile a minute, called aunty lah in Waikato. She's spewing, she stuck with no car and she so want s to be here. She blames nan.
Ready to leave, the pains kicked in and I'm not sure I can do this, but I've been praying during my pregnancy for an easy birth and a healthy child so heres hoping I can cope. I grab my pack that I packed two months in advance just in case and take a final glance at the room, theres the bassinet with the net drape, the port a cot, the nappy holder and the Winnie the pooh pictures that I've collected over the last six months all in preparation for you.
We decide not to ring my nan. It's late and as a general rule first time births take, on average about 16 hours (again I'd read all the literature) so maybe in the morning, so she doesn't fret. Nana and papa come over in the truck and we tell Nana Kath and Koko on the way over.
The hospital is so quiet and I try listen to hear the screams of women giving birth. But I'm not going to be like that, only päkehä scream my nan reckons. But I hear nothing but the footsteps of the nurses and whispers of awaiting dads. We ring nana Margaret and she growls your dad, its too early ring me later when it's closer to the time.
I'm so nervous, your dads holding one hand, reassuring me were ok, and we get in the ugly hospital jimmies, because I don't want to get me clothes dirty.... I'm allowed into the bath to help soothe the pain (that's what the literature said) but it doesn't help cause it took so long to fill that my contractions started to advance anyway.
So now we're in the dim lit room and I'm pacing and trying to get comfortable but nothing is helping. Dad and papa are trying to help me get the pain of my back so I'm trying to suspend my light self by hanging off them, nana Kath gives me a mirimiri, nan holds my hand, man its intense... cant get comfortable it hurts to much .........
I want to push, you sure... yip I want to push... man I want to push.... So the midwife breaks my water to help me along.... Man I really want to push now.................the pain is insane and papa is wiping my head with a flannel... and its all a bit much..........the pain.............. 3 minutes later from having my water broken....... The head crowns and the body follows all at once.............. the elation the relief............ the midwife nearly drops you..... you... all I can hear is sobbing....... In a towel your dad bring you to me and whispers ..its a boy...............my son...a beautiful baby boy........... our son...I cry for that which is and that which wasn't.......... a boy... I always wanted a son first.......... It's a boy nan..............my son............. Born 6:07am 6 June 7pd 14oz Dec 2004
