Last night Michael brought Cameron and I home from the hospital. Cameron was born on Saturday night at 10:42pm by c- section. He weighed 7 lb 2oz. He is the spitting image of his brother at the same age. Kyan is excited about his brother, but also I suspect figuring out how to make sure he still gets all the attention. He loved visiting him inthe hospital.
We were due to be booked in for the ceasarean this coming Friday, 3 days before his actual due date of the 25th. I had a few pains during the night on Friday night but nothing I gave a second thought to. I had some more twinges on Saturday monring, but still managed to get out to buy a Christmas tree, have lunch and show Mum around China town before giving up and heading home. On the way home, it was becoming more apparent that maybe something wasn't quite right. We couldn't get a cab so persevered the bus ride home and called the Doctor, who said to come in to the hospital, and he would deliver us whether it was labour or not since we were so close anyway.
The contractions were pretty awful, but they had to let them happen so they could get a trace reading. They did give me some medication to stop them after a while, although it didn't last long. We finally headed into theatre and had our little boy. We then spent forever in recovery. Even after we were cleared from recovery, it took another 2 or so hours to get moved to the ward, so Cameron was a good 6 hours old before we got to have him again, which I was really not impressed with.
Our Dr was awesome, but the rest of the hospital left a lot to be desired. It was certainly no Sunnybank private, hence me coming home so early. I had the first couple of nights to myself which was really nice and had an amazing view of New York Harbour from my bed, but then on Day 2 I was unlucky enough to get a roommate who put her TV on the moment she arrived and still had it going loudly when we left. That comnibed with her snoring and constant complaining, made it a not very restlful place to recover, so I got myself discharged early. Our first night home, was very broken with Cameron needing to be fed so often, but I still got a far better rest than I was getting at the hospital. Not to mention that when I need help here, I actually get it rather than staff who I'm sure are competent at their job, but many of which do not normally work at that hospital so don't know the procedures, or just didn't really care all that much.
So, we are tired, but home in plenty of time for Christmas. Feeding is going well, although painful as expected. Today we have to decorate the tree and take some family photos. I've just heard the sound of a nappy being filled from the other side of the room, so I guess my break time is over.
For all those who have sent lovely emails, we'll return them as soon as we can manage a bit of time.
Here are a few photos. We've already circulated them via email, but they'll do till we get 5 seconds to get some more uploaded.