A behind the scenes account of giving birth.
Giving birth is a testing time, and an emotional roller coaster of a ride for all concerned. Fortunately, there is a plethora of blogs covering just about every aspect of pregnancy, labour and motherhood which can answer most questions on the subject. There are even blogs that vividly cover every possible approach to the conception, but that is a different type of website. But, despite this wealth of readily available information, there is one aspect of the process that is constantly overlooked. That is the role of the granddad.
The mad dash.
As soon as we got within one month of the due date an alcohol ban was imposed upon me due to my being on-call. Not that I am a midwife or doctor, but because Nanny and Granddad were assigned to babysitting duties. The plan was that once labour started, we would take care of granddaughter #1, leaving the parents to get on with the business of having grandchild #2.
One common issue arising from pregnancy is that of baby weight, but I never realised how dramatic it could be. During this last month, I have have had several people comment about how much weight I seem to have lost, and Rachel is convinced that it is because I have not been drinking. It has been a tough few weeks, and I dare say that the people at Naked Wines have been worried about my lack of activity. But, fear not my trusty vintners. Last night, I cracked open a Rod Easthope Syrah in celebration, and normal service has been resumed. Cheers.
Pushing and panting.
Everyone knows that the arrival of a baby involves much pushing and panting, but as I soon discovered, you don’t realise how physical the process can be until it gets going.
Tearing and stitches.
After tearing around the garden and trying to keep up with a toddler for the day I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t end up with a stitch. She might only be two-years-old and two-foot-high, but it is incredible how much energy you have to expend to keep a small child entertained.
For anyone who has never had the experience, I can report that having grandchildren is a rewarding, yet arduous affair. Fortunately, when we visited a proud and exhausted new mum in hospital, she informed us that two pregnancies of continuous sickness and two babies with 37cm heads is also quite an ordeal, and that she will not be supplying us with any more grandchildren. Phew, thank goodness for that. I am not sure I have got the energy. Although, the boy is getting married next year, so I might have to go through it all again.
When a child is born.
For some strange reason, granddads don’t get inundated with flowers, cards of congratulations and questions about the baby, but just for the record, it was a girl, 8lb 11oz, and she is called Erin.
Baby by Saishraddha Malage from the Noun Project