Memoirs Of A Birth.

My littlest boy turned 2 last weekend, so we've been looking through some of his early photos.  I came across this set that I did, and decided that I'd blog it.

After an on / off labour for 3 weeks, the day came when we were due to be induced.  We grabbed our birthing bags and all the necessary bits and bobs.

And because I'm a kind, thoughtful guy, I grabbed my little Fuji x100 and decided to photo the lot!  (She puts up with some stuff, my missus...)

We arrived to be induced, but this awkward little trouble monkey of ours had already decided that he'd come when he was good and ready. 
And that was now.
After almost 12 hours of nurses, midwives, monitoring machines and gas and air giggles, little Master Freddie Jay Thompson arrived in the world at 8.50PM.
After a very calm labour (Catherine was silent for the entire birth - she probably spoke 10 words in the last couple of birthing hours) he arrived very quietly - never uttering a cry (he saved lots for later though).  He arrived 10 days late, so like anyone that's stayed in the bath too long, he had some proper crinkly fingers going on!  I called him kebab hands, but that didn't go down too well!

We got him home just after midnight the same day.  The staff at Barnsley General were awesome and did everything exactly as we'd wanted.  We got to use the new labour suites too, which was pretty cool. 

Anyway, here he is the next day, having a bit of a clean up. 

And now, two years on, he's a complete little monster. 

He's awesome though.