Joshua Matthew Tweedy entered the world on Wednesday July 11th at just after 5pm. It happened the following way.
Jen went into hospital on Monday morning to be induced. Over the next couple of days she underwent the full course of drugs and underwent some rather uncomfortable contractions, but the drugs didn’t have enough of an effect. On Wednesday morning we were asked what we thought about a C-section because it was felt that at this stage, it would be the safest option. I said, “I have two criteria: healthy baby, healthy wife. I want what’s going to give the best guarantee of that”. We were both in agreement, so it was arranged for that afternoon.
We went into the operating theatre – it felt slightly surreal being able to walk in, the last time I went in one of those I was being wheeled in for an operation on a broken nose. Jen was placed on the bed and I was given a chair by her head. A screen was erected between us and the operation “just so dad’s not tempted to take part”!
Our baby soon annouced his arrival with some loud screams, and a few minutes later (when he was freed!) he was presented to us – when we discovered that he was a boy! He was weighed at 3.46kg or 7lb 10oz.
It took a while for the surgeon to sew Jen back up again – apparently this is the longest part of the procedure. At the end, the notes were re-assuringly terse! (I wouldn’t have noticed this if the nurses hadn’t laughed about it first!)
Since then we’ve been getting to know our little son. Jen’s also been learning how to breastfeed, and the staff here have been excellent with their support. Apparently, it’s all about the latch…
Joshua kept Jen awake most of last night – which is apparently quite normal at this stage, with Jen providing colostrum with the milk yet to come through. Eventually at 5am a midwife took pity on her, swaddled Joshua (a technique we might want to learn), put him to sleep, and told Jen to get some rest. A few hours later Jen awoke to find Joshua sleeping peacfully beside her and a nice little handwritten note placed on him…
It was lovely also that Lizzie from Shapwick was also having a baby at the same time – they were born less than eight hours apart. Jen greatly appreciated Lizzie’s friendly face at midnight after Rich had gone back to the Vicarage to throw out some z’s.
It’s probably not surprising that we’ve learned a whole heap of stuff that we didn’t expect to. Take swaddling. I’d read about it in a well-known baby book by Harvey Karp and thought it was a new-fangled, old-fangled notion that we wouldn’t be using. Until a midwife quietened a fractious Joshua at 5am by swaddling him… so we decided we had to learn how to do it.
Our departure from the maternity ward was a ‘welcome to parenting’ experience. Let me summarise why it took three hours: last feed before departing, big poo, nappy change, big wee (which we were really excited about because we weren’t quite sure he was doing this), another last feed before departing, fetch car, extract car seat, discover that the car seat is set up all wrong and neither of us have a clue how to fix it, faff around for an hour before realising the secret lay in lifting the cushioning, really the last feed before departing, place Joshua in car seat, then realise we don’t know how to attach the car seat, more faffing, success and departure. Jen remained calm throughout.
We really feel blessed by God in all of this – even if we do have some sleepless nights!