Mia Jane Cooney Sex: girl Born: 10 April, 2008 Age: 1 years & 345 days Birthday in: 20 days Starsign: Aries Development: See the 23 months page. Biggest achievement so far: never having colic, sleeping well at night, sitting up all by herself and giving mummy and daddy hugs

42 weeks pregnant.

Induced with pictocin pessary at 4pm, had 1st sensation of labour at about 7 pm, was restless and felt like I needed a poop!

was in the cafeteria in hospital with my gran my mum and Ross, my gran and mum both said I was in labour , of course I refused to believe them as the nurse had told me I wouldnt dilate until the 2nd course of pictocin.

Ross stayed with me until 10pm and as he was leaving I was having some mighty cramps so he had to rub my back for a bit...It was a bit scary being left behind with the prospect of labouring through the night on my own, which is indeed what actually happened. I didnt want him to leave me, but I kept a brave face!

At about midnight I was having very intense contractions and was starting to dilate (thank God) and tried so hard to be brave and cope as well as I could with this pain, so I locked myself in the bathroom and had a warm bath, screamed and moaned a little, but couldnt stay still in there so found it best to walk...walk walk walk and when I felt a wave of a contraction over me I would flap my hands up and down really fast! (thinking about it it sounds insane, and probably looked it at the time too, but it was the best way for me to cope) I remember having a little cry in the dayroom, over the back of a chair with some shit on the television, I could see my refelction in the big window as it was dark outside and I had to say to myself "get a GRIP!" so from that moment I walked up and down the corridor of the ward darting into my room for a handful of Haribos and gulps of water.Silent. I remember acknowledging a fellow labouree as I passed her in the corridor panting away, both in pain...was weird, even when you are in such discomfort us Brits still try be polite! at about 4am I was examined by a lovely Irish midwife who told me I was 3cm and ready to go to the delivery suite for gas and air! YEAH! GREAT! only she made me carry all 3 of my bags down 3 flights of stairs...not so great.

I arrived in the midwifery suite to a stern faced masculine lady..she was evil. I really didnt like her, she made jokes about my Fiances surname and I get the imperssion she wasnt in control of the situation, she made remarks about how much things ahve changed since she had came back and she disappeared out the room several times and came back in STINKING of cigarette smoke.She didnt know how to release the entonox and was fumbling around when giving me examinations. I swore at her several times and made her run me a bath. So in I climed as Ross arrived at 5 (with video camera in hand, looking pale as ale and a bit confused to say the least) he just stood there looking a bit lost and the midwife didnt even acknowledge him. so we both went into the bathroom and I tried to labour in the bath, but I needed to stand up all the time, my waters popped and from then on my contractions meant business!! at thet point I was about 6cm and my breath was taken away with each one, getting stronger, too strong for me to handle.with the right guidance I think I couldve been calmed down, but midwife was hopeless. Looking back I wish I just took the pethadine, but because I wanted away from this midwife SOOOO much and I was shocked at the pain I was feeling I screamed epidural. 40 minutes later following a stumble up the corridor to the consultant led suite wheeling my own gas and air and Ross holding my bags, I was numb. Blissful. My mum arrived to the sight of me on a bed hooked up with all sorts of stuff, applying make-up and chatting away to my new lovely midwife Susan, I loved her x

at about 9.30am on 10.04.08 I was told I could push...I was very very tired having been awake for 48 hours and dealing with my contractions since 9pm the night before with no relief, I was relying on susan and the student midwife telling me when to push which wasnt ideal, I tried with all my might for about 2 hours, on my knees, being held upwards, all sorts of crazy techniques (I was pushing efficiently as I developed quite a few unwanted haemmoroids....) but Mia was just about to crown then she would slide back up again, it was very frustrating. We decided it best if the doc came in , well I say the doc..I mean the Doc the paediatrician and his 3 colleagues the resuscitation team.A full house!I was given an episiotomy and had my legs put in styrrups! was a very dignified position with a big lamp shining on my vajayjay..(I often peeked behind at Ross who was sliding down his chair in the corner of the room...going green) she tried the ventouse, but she was stuck, and it popped off her head, so I then seen the forceps, all shiny and painful lookin. she Clinked them together and went in there...it was the strangest feeling having her pulled from me.with one big massive contraction and a push to end all pushes Mia Jane was born weighing a healthy 7lbs 9.5 at 12.36pm, as she came out I felt my placenta tear from my uterus as the cord was so short. My mum wanted to cut the cord, but freaked out when the doc told her to hurry up as the placenta was hanging from the other end of the scissors! she let the doctor do it instead .:)

One massive scream and a urination all over my tummy, Mia Jane was placed on my chest all pinky purple and vernixy..black hair, boxer expression...the biggest blackest eyes Ive ever seen, she looked right at me, and stopped crying as I held her tight into myself .As I was being stitched I cant remember much apart from the feeling of utter adoration and pride. I was unaware of everything else apart from my Ross and my Mia.

I couldnt get away with how much she looked like Ross, and how lovely her skin was! I was told many times to expect a flaky baby as she was over cooked...but her skin was and still is very beautiful. she was taken away to be weighed and checked on apgar. then fed for a while.My mum went and told my dad and then everything started to seem real again. I was cleaned up and Mia was cleaned, I was given toast and tea and Mia was asleep soundly in her plastic cot by the window. I was so tired.Ross was exhausted. My mum was over the moon and my dad freaked out when he seen my placenta in a bag under my bed! he held her and I have the fotograph in my album. I'll never forget the loook on his face. My life was starting to make sense, I was just so happy to have my family, this little baby I was carrying for 9 months was now in our arms.

Miles Joseph Cooney Sex: boy Born: 04 September, 2009 Age: 0 years & 198 days Birthday in: 167 days Starsign: Virgo Development: See the 6 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -being adorable and feeding like a pro