The birth of my son

There's my Dad, holding a very recently born James - this was the first time they met each other - its been best of friends ever since.

James was named well before he was born - in fact, I knew at a very early stage (about 3 weeks) that I was pregnant - and it so happened that at around 4 or 5 weeks into my pregnancy, my beloved Uncle Jim died. I remember travelling to Cornwall with my Dad and brother, feeling queasy and needing to pee a lot, but clearly not wanting to share my news quite so early on. I had already decided on that journey that if my baby was a boy, which I was convinced he was anyway, then I would name him after my favourite uncle. Funny how life turns out.

James was born at 10.22am on Friday 7th April 2000, after a labour that started at 1.30am on Thursday 6th April...yes, do the maths...over 30 hours in labour. James weighed in at 9lbs 8oz, and had to be forcibly removed from the comfy, cadbury's cream egg fed environment which he had made himself very comfortable in for 9 months...never knew they used toilet plungers for delivering babies!

It hurt like hell, there will never be any more (never say never I think someone quoted on blip?!?!), but James is the best thing I ever produced...and I am blessed to be his mum.

xx