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This is my fourth week joining in with the gorgeous Heledd over at Running in Lavender and her linky, My Captured Moment. The idea is simply to share photographs that have captured a special moment in my life. A moment that I want to remember forever.
My Captured Moment – our darling daughter
I may have shed the odd tear looking at this photograph. This is the first picture of me with our darling daughter.
Little Miss H and I had a rough time when was she was born. I had a very short labour but during that time Little Miss got into distress and I had to be whisked to the Delivery Suite.
Eventually, she was delivered naturally and she was briefly placed on me whilst the cord was cut. She was soon taken away to be looked at by the doctors and midwives as she was very dopey and not responding as quickly as they would have liked.
After a while, I was given Little Miss H again and we did some skin-to-skin cuddling to help bring on the third stage of labour. But for me the third stage of labour was to prove to be the hardest.
It was almost an hour after Little Miss H was born when the contractions started again. Contractions that were more excruciating than anything I had experienced in labour. Contractions that made me writhe around screaming in agony. Contractions that meant I had to be held down by midwives as the spasms of pain coursed through my body.
As I was wheeled into surgery I had no idea what was happening. I was trapped in a fog of pain.
I could hear the anaesthetist telling me about all the possible side effects of the spinal block. His voice sounded muffled, as though he were speaking to me from a great distance. He had to repeatedly stop as I was gripped by another contraction and was once again lost inside my own body.
At last, I was given the spinal and the pain disappeared. The numbness that swept through my body was a blessed relief.
Many times over the next 2 hours I forgot why I was there. It seemed alien that I would be lying on an operating table. Why was this the case?
Then I would remember that I had just given birth to our darling daughter. But although she was a few hours old, I had spent less than 10 minutes holding her.
Once I was in the recovery room, Mr H brought Little Miss to see me. She was laid on my chest and as feeling returned to my body I was able to give her a proper cuddle and breathe in the beauty of our darling daughter. It was a moment in time which I wish could have lasted forever.