Best Christmas Pressie Ever...

Introducing, at 11 days old, the lastest D'Oub creation!

Here's Lily!

Oh but my last post was a challenge to fate. It was a chin jutting, in your face, come and have a go if you think you're hard enough challenge that fate couldn't back down from. So there was vomiting, chest infections, sudden onset of the dreaded Obstetric Cholestasis. There was admittance to hospital. Hints of pre-eclampsia as well. Drugs that made me sleep away a weekend - but thank God asleep I couldn't feel the all over relentless confession inducing itch of the Obstetric Cholestasis.

Then, at only 36 weeks preggers, there were the very bad liver bile acid test results and baby's heart beat going mental on the fetal trace. Within the hour, via emergency c-section, my daughter was born. Brief interlude of enjoying the new arrival was cut short by a bad reaction to the whole procedure. My insides said 'urgh, I don't think so.'

Cue vomiting, while clutching pillow to c-section wound. Cue feeling like dying. Mr Oub sleeping on two pushed together chairs by my bedside as I lay there suffering worse night ever. Wasn't allowed pain killers, food, water. I let them give baby a bottle of formula, breaking the tradition of Oub babies never supping on any milk that isn't 'home made'. The doctors spoke of putting probes down my nose, to my guts, to wake 'em up. I didn't care. But, slowly, over 24 hours and dedicated, brilliant care from brilliant midwives, I made a slow recovery. Phew.

They let me home a week ago. I'm in rag order still. But baba is a dream, and it's Christmas Day tomorrow. So, I am happy.

Merry Christmas Everyone!