Little Billy Finn - born on 18 april 2011 - 4:37 am

So then, nine days late, our little Billy Finn arrived like a shotgun in the early morning hours of Monday the 18th of April. Personally I think he waited to the end of the weekend to ensure his own birthday... Family birthdays on the 14th, 15th, 16th and 17th... And now the 18th.

I started having light contractions in the afternoon, but it wasn't until I felt that loud, light breathing during Midsummer Murders might not be so appreciated by Matt or mum (whom I asked to stay on after arriving in the afternoon, since I felt our little boy would most likely want to come out before the morning) that I went upstairs to lay down to rest and time the contractions. They were by then five minutes apart, and completely handable. This was at nine in the evening.

Around eleven or so, mum came to sit with me to chat, and Matt came up to check on me every fifteen minutes or so. At twelve, I felt the contractions getting stronger and they were only four minutes apart. And around one (I think), we decided to go in to the hospital since they were by then only three minutes apart.

At the hospital, I was already open 5 cm, which felt really good. The contractions were still very manageable, which was nice. There were silly jokes and stupid comments all around... This was at two in the morning.

About an hour later, or sometime around half past three, I think, about every other contraction felt like it was going to snap me in half! Great! I asked to be examined again, and had only opened one centimeter in two hours! One centimeter! 'Pop the bubble' I shouted! And so they did.

A couple of back-breaking contractions later and the 'push reflex' (krystningsreflex) started and I couldn't hold back. 30 mins later he was out! How about that!

Matt was brilliant all along and made me feel like I could do anything. We both got quite emotional when Billy arrived, and the experience was completely different from when George was born. Or, the actual time up until George was born I should say, cause from the time he was out, it felt like it did when Billy was out. Wonderful. Amazing. Emotional.

And so, lucky me, will have one very good birth to remember, and I was feeling so well, and missing George, that we were allowed to go home only ten hours later, on Monday afternoon. George was being so lovely and excited, but also a little distant, probably a little confused to the fact that little brother is finally here, not just a moving lump inside mummy's tummy.

So now we are a family of four. We have two sons. Life is good.