Introducing my babies

Taking a cue from Jen Rix, I like her idea of starting at the beginning. Lots of people who now read my blog haven't seen the boys' photos from when they were bubs, so I thought over the next week or so, I'd load a few up.

Introducing:

Jacob Paul Dare, born October 23rd, 1993.

At 2.34am, 9 pound 10, 57.5cm long

VERY long and protracted labour, 10 days late, "natural" with much pethidine, and forceps.

Quote of the delivery room:

Dr: We think you might be getting a bit tired

Me: Y'think? (its been about 40 hours of pushing!!)

Dr: how do you feel about using forceps to help get him out?

Me: You can use a tow truck or a fishing rod for all I care, just get him out!

Then followed a funny discussion involving cutting, etc, spare you the details.

He had to wear mittens for about 4 months because he kept scratching himself.

Don't be fooled, he never slept!

And before you all say it, he's wearing a purple sleepsuit, not pink. Purple is GENDER NEUTRAL.

Never slept!

He would be snoring on my shoulder, I'd put him down and his eyes would pop open. It was only after watching a video my sister filmed of me putting him to bed that I realised he hated being covered, and would wake up pushing the blankets off himself. The nurses had told me he needed to be layered with the same number of layers I wore, plus one. Clearly she didnt know I wear 2 pairs of PJs to bed!!!

He's laying here with Gordie, his gnome that my eldest brother rescued from someone's front yard "about to go to the tip" pile, then sat on a train with fromRedfern to Fairfield to give Jacob. Jacob loved him.
Sadly, Gordie met a sad end when Jacob and Lachy were playing one night "Snowing Mum!", which I promptly ignored until I investigated giggles. When we left the house 2 years later, I was still finding tiny foam balls behind furniture, in cracks between carpet & walls, etc.



Introducing:
Elijah Atticus Dare, born 26 October 2006.

At 11.27am 3.87kg, 52cm long.
Born via caeserian, 10 days late (apparently I don't labour! Yet I come from a long line of women who have painfree labours. My Mum had to be woken up to be introduced to me- she pushed me out in her sleep! I may never forgive her.....)

Quote of the delivery room:
Anaethetist (sic): hey, I like your sneakers, do you run? (to Trev)
Why my fave? I'd rather mundane than "Oh shit!!!)

In terms of delivery, the C section was obviously much easier. Despite the needles (which I'm terrified of, I was covered in EMLA), it was all very straight forward, the only part I didnt like (apart from the needles, see the theme???) was the Dr (who I'd never laid eyes on, and this was the only time he spoke to me) lecturing me on taking the "easy option" instead of labouring. Moron. He then proceeded to stand at the end of the bed, supervising, saying nothing. Moron.
And earning way too much money. Moron.Luckily I had 2 fabulous interns and 2 aneasthists (sic- how DO you spell it???)

The moment Daddy fell in love. Again.

Natural labour was easier to recover from, no need to remove the sticky tape covering the incision the day after my neighbour informed me that her sister's similiar wound ruptured when she went to the toilet, and she had to have her innards shoved back inside and wrapped in glad wrap until the ambulance arrived.

Shall do the baptism photos next....