Needless to say that after losing my first son, I was more then a little scared at finding out I was pregnant. Although it was unplanned, the baby was wanted more then I could ever express here in a blog. I was terrified! I had lost my son while I was only 20 weeks pregnant, after going into premature labour. My son, James, lived for three hours fighting for breath. It was worse then hell to watch and it's one thing I would NEVER wish to happen to anyone.
My Doctor told me that he would personally look after me to put my mind at ease, which it did... a little. My first 12 week scan, everything was fine. 16 week scan, blood pressure was high (nothing new there, high is normal for me) baby was still fine. At my 20 week scan, all was well with baby but they was concerned with my high blood pressure so asked if I could come into hospital again the following week. 21 weeks pregnant, I go in for my blood pressure monitoring and my mums friend walks in, "Hiya Lorna, I'm with a patient right now, will only be 10 minutes, if your blood pressure is done I'll give you your 4D scan" Great! I thought, been wanting to get one done. Little did I know what was going to happen...
During the scan, it was found that my baby's foot had worked it's way into my cervix. If it had been left any longer, I could have gone into premature labour... again! It turns out I have a weak cervix, any pressure and it begins to open unable to carry the weight of an unborn child. I was rushed into theatre straight away to have what they call a stitch put in to hold it together. Unfortunately or fortunately as I see it now, I had to spend the remainder of my pregnancy in hospital as they ordered me COMPLETE bed rest. Not allowed on my feet in case the baby's weight put pressure on the stitch or in case it burst it moving around too much. I was terrified to go the toilet! I was eventually allowed to walk around the hospital for some exercise, then later weekend home visits, until I was finally allowed home. I was only home a week when I began to have pains in my back. My doctor said I was in slow labour so would take the stitch out from my cervix which could then bring the labour on even more. It did, they got stronger but not for long, they eased up so much I was sent home until the next day when they had decided to induce me. An hour after I was induced, my son, Alfie Jack was born weighing 6lb 13oz and 51cm long. He never cried when he was born, he had the deepest of blue eyes and blonde hair. I loved him from the start and finally here he was looking up right into my eyes while I fed him. He took to my breast straight away no trouble, as if he knew what to do. That suited me just fine, I had no idea what I was doing so I let him guide me.
Alfie is now 14 months old and I swear he already thinks he's a teenager! He can walk, he can talk a little but still does a lot of baby babbling, he can feed himself and can even drink from a normal cup on his own. Alfie can do a lot of things that he is way too young to do just yet. But my favourite things that he does, is give me the biggest and best-est kiss and cuddle.
Alfie lost his blonde locks for a more strawberry blonde, though his hair colour changes depending on the lighting. More often then not, his hair is red. And my blue eyed boy still has his gorgeous blue eyes.
Photo taken on Alfie's 1st Birthday
