I’m a Granny again!

by Karen J Mossman

Yesterday my daughter gave birth to my third grandson and her fourth child. We are absolutely thrilled with the arrival of 7lb 14 oz Jack. Mother and baby are doing fine and she is making the most of her stay in the hospital for cuddles with her newborn before the mayhem begins – her words.

She says that the birth was tough at the end because Jack had his back to hers and was face upwards. His heartbeat kept dropping, but luckily he delivered and all was fine.

Prior to that she was on gas and air and realised her voice was very low. “Do I always sound like this?” she asked with a giggle. They said she was probably high on the gas and air.

The midwives needed to put a needle in her arm and told her to make a fist, but because she was high on the gas and air, she thought they were telling her to wave her hand. “No make a fist,” the midwife said laughing. “I am,” my daughter replied, still giggling. “No, your waving.”

She then realised what she was doing and amongst the pain and stress the entire room of people were laughing.

It reminded me of a story I heard when I was having her, and strangely enough, she presented the same way and I ended up with a c-section.  At the moment of birth, one of the mums in my ward was told to pant like a dog but got mixed up, probably high gas and air too, and started barking.

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Normally we would have been at the hospital to visit and cuddles, but due to COVID-19, there are no visitors allowed. So we will have to wait a couple of days until they return home.

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like if this had happened last month when we wouldn’t have been able to see him. So thank goodness for small mercies!

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