Monday, September 12, 2011

and then there were three

She's here, a week old and currently knocked out on milk and breathing heavily into my ear. We did't call her Roxie after all, but for the purposes of blogging I think I'll stick with that pseudonym.

In the end, the whole story ran faster than thought. We knew she was a little baby, and figured she'd probably be late but two weeks ago my doctor determined that the placenta was not doing the expected sterling service and I shouldn't be allowed to go past my due date.

OK. Strike two weeks off our calendar - the kitchen renovation probably won't get finished and maybe we should consider buying a pram.

Three days later, the hospital checked it all out and decided that it should all be a bit earlier even than that. Like the following morning, or latest the morning after.

Right. Dog sitter organised, work informed, bag packed. I even shaved my legs. I mean, I should show some effort in getting prepared for such a big event, right?

The whole labour went way faster than anyone anticipated. Midwives examined me and determined I was at least eight hours away from anything interesting happening. Which explains why, two hours later when I was begging for an epidural and saying I was already getting pushing contractions, they told us to go for a walk and come back in an hour. They were also having the busiest day of the year - lots of babies, lots of emergencies - and I was, apparently, using the wrong word when describing pushing.

Note to expats: in this situation don't use "Druck", use instead "Press". It can be tough trying to use correct vocabulary and grammar in a second language when suffering the worst pain of your life, but it might help get you some drugs.

Anyway, forty minutes later - after trying to walk around outside as suggested; DrH finally making it clear that we were in a serious state; them finally getting me a delivery room; and me having to walk there - she was born. Roughly thirty seconds after entering said delivery room and therefore only thirty seconds away from having been born in the hallway.

To be honest, I was in shock. It went so fast, I wasn't taken seriously, had had no pain medication and - the worst thing - in the delivery room I finally got to see the hot tub that everyone had been talking about. The one that I never got to enjoy. Because, you know, they all though I was a whinging expat.

Ok, now I am whinging a bit. They were ridiculously busy and I was was ridiculously fast. But still - A HOT TUB.

As all the wards were full up, we decided to go home the next day and, sixteen hours old, Roxie enjoyed her first Berlin taxi experience. Now she's a week old, we're getting the hang of things and slowly getting to know her. Well, as much as you can when the primary interaction is her making squawking baby bird faces and then falling unconscious.

But we've got time now. Time to start building a family, loving each other and, of course, screwing our daughter up. DrH and I have already began putting together a medley of songs we will sing in the car, in public and around her friends so that the tween Roxie gets the chance to be just as embarrassed by her parents as every other kid is.



Emily said...

And WHO WOULDA THOUGHT you would look as totally blissed out as you look in that second photo.... I TOLD YOU!!!! Looks like you are falling in love a little bit

Anonymous said...

What an amazing story-you are a resilient, incredibly tough Mama! Congratulations on your gorgeous daughter, enjoy the love.

Natasha xxx

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G in Berlin said...

Mazel Tov! Welcome to the world to baby Roxie.

Caro said...

Love the photo of you Jac, your expression just says it all! :-D

Michelle said...

Congrats! We are about a week behind you and sitting here with my little one after a round of squawking and passing out (him, not me). All the best to you and your new family!

Michelle James said...

Hi Dr J,

Congratulations on your new little one!

I hope you don't mind me getting in touch. I found your details on your website while looking for expat blogs and I hope you might be able to help me with my rather strange request?!

I am a Producer working on a television show called House Hunters International which follows English speaking expats in their quest to move abroad. I wonder if you or any of your expat contacts might be interested in getting involved?! Please find a little blurb about the show below:

House Hunters International is a half-hour program currently airing on the Home and Garden Television Network (HGTV) in America. The series is designed to de-mystify the international home-buying process by going behind the scenes of a house hunt where expats and their real estate agents tour 3 homes. At its core, House Hunters International is a travel show concentrating on the idiosyncrasies of the locales and what makes them special and different.

You can watch some examples of the show here: - London from South Africa (1600 series) - Dubai from Illinois (2000 series)

Please get in touch if you have any more questions about the show. I look forward to hearing from you!

Best wishes and many thanks,


Michelle James
1-3 St Peter's Street, London N1 8JD - +44 20 7704 3300

Robert said...

Congratulations, well done! I have been told by mothers with more time that the hot tub is totally overrated and in the end a not very enjoyable experience.

Have fun! Your life will change a lot (ours did eleven month ago) but it's worth every bit of it.

Bill said...

It's been a while since I commented here, but glad to see you are doing well and all the best!


(p.s. My secret word to post a comment was "bachol" which I guess is a classical alcohol.)