20 Oct - Up to hospital, false alarm
26 Oct 23:00 - Mo reports soreness (is it a contraction) off to bed anyway.
27 Oct 01:50 - Mo wakes up, a contraction? - not sure, back to bed
02:30 - Waters gone? Mo phones Midwife - advised to head for hospital
02:35 - We have cup of tea and Al does a bunch of e-mail to allow his business partners to do later meetings
03:30 - Set off for hospital
03:45 - Starry night - we see a fox and a rabbit - thinking about the old Indian tradition of naming babies after things you see around the birth - summarily reject the idea of "Fox" as a first name04:00 - Arrive at hospital - towel on car seat!
04:30 - Mo put onto monitor to check for contractions and FHB - contractions v mild05:00 - Decide to check Mo in to monitor her
05:20 - Al gets home and does some more e-mail, then off to bed
10:00 - Mo finds out waters have definitely broken
11:00 - Al out of bed, Mo phones says she's being kept in and induced tomorrow if nothing happens before
28 Oct 09:30 - Mo taken to Labour suite, we set up in the room - its got a TV so we watch 'Can't cook Won't Cook', 'Style Challenge etc etc etc.
10:20 - Mo inducded
13:30 - Mo examined, dilation 3cm - slow going. Mo gets a Diamorphine injection. Mo using TENS machine then gas and air - breathing perfect, so disciplined! Contractions strong and sore. Gas and air and Morphine makes Mo mellow and she sees things!
16:30 - Mo examined, dilation 6cm - Doc reckons at least another 3 hours
19:15 - Mo requests epidural, given by Dr Frank White - the coolest Doc in the world. Within 10 mins Mo up and watching 'Delia's Cookery' show on TV again.
22:05 - Mo examined, Conor's head just visible, Mo still watching 'News at Ten' - Trevor McDonald
22:40 - TV off, Music on and Mo starts to push23:13 - Conor Born!!!
23:14 - Al cuts the cord!!!
23:26 - Conor's 1st pee23:45 - We wheel the phone in and Mo begins phoning.
29 Oct 00:10 - Conor's 1st meal!!!!
00:45 - Conor's 1st sneeze!!!
01:00 - Mo checks into her room on the ward, Al off home!!
Day 1 Report: Mum and Baby excellent still in the maternity unit - Conor feeding well; slept for 9 hours yesterday! Black hair, and enormous feet, toes and hands that grip! Still trying to suss out what all his bits are for - tried to scratch himself so we wrap him up - I'm off to get some anti scratch mitts. Mo fine too, not too sore considering. Lots of visitors yesterday so he's thinking what're all these huge heads peering at me doing. He's also been registered - scary, he gets a number when he's a day old!
Day 3 Report (coming home day), 31 October 97: Mum and Conor still doing well - Conor feeding OK too, though sometimes he forgets how to extract his food properly - then he remembers again. I arrive at the hospital in our current hire car - its got two doors. We pack up Mo's stuff - there were so many flowers I had to take them all away the day before and promptly filled the car with pollen. Then we spend about 10 minutes trying to suss out how the car seat works and we're just about to go (having distributed biscuit boxes to the nurses and midwives). We're about to leave the premises when a nurse comes around and says he needs to be escorted from the premises and have his tags checked to make sure we've got the correct baby - he's distinctive anyway not least because his ears are exactly like Mo's. We finally get out and take a few pictures then struggle for what seems like half an hour to get the seat belt around the rock-a-tot car seat thinggy. Note: Conor (Irish - 'high desire')
Day 90 Report , 26 January 98: Conor over the last 3 weeks has begun to recognise us and smile in a very cute fashion (as if he's bashful). He also occasionally reaches out and by mistake grabs his "feelie octopus" toy - from Boots - the best toy in the world - and plays with it a bit. He also occasionally tries to stuff both hands into his mouth at once and proceeds to slever all over them - soooo cute. Since Christmas he has also developed the habit of not messing his nappy for 2/3 days at a time - that means that when it does come its 'explosive' but we're told that he's absorbing 100% of his mothers milk. He's now 63cm long (52cm at birth) and weighs 14lbs (7lbs at birth) and he's got really long fingers and toes - he's a cutie.
Day 116, 20 Feb 98: We get our first family photo at a photographers - also cute ones of Conor on his own - sitting in a feather chair - with a Boa covering his nappy up - good photos!
Day 149 Report, 26 March 98: What a boy he's now 16lbs and around 66cm long, but most significantly he's now reaching and trying to roll over and speaks (goos and gaas) to himself and to us - he's become aware!. He examines his own hands for ages and pulls his dummy in and out himself! He kicks his legs and tries to grab for the spoon as we feed him pureed veggies (yes we started that a 4 weeks ago). Over the past 3 weeks he's begun to sleep right through the night!!!!! He would wake up at 4am for a feed - now he's stopped doing that - his routine is that he goes to sleep at 8pm and wakes at around 6.30am - sometimes he goes back to sleep (seems to sing himself to sleep) sometimes he comes to our bed and has a snooze there.But the most significant event was last night when the cot finally arrived - we assembled it and so he officially became a big boy - his crib was ceremonially dismantled and he now sleeps in the cot - at the bottom of course. He's gone from looking huge in his crib to looking small in his cot. What a cutie!!!I've reproduced a pix of the three of us from the Daily Record - they did a profile on us recently and its one of the only pix of the three of us:
Day 169 Report, 15 April 98: Conor's now sitting up a lot - he forgets then falls over (we catch him though!). Last night we had a meal and he sat and sang and laughed and was generally the centre of attention. Still sleeping right through but that involves getting up at 6am though this morning he woke at 5am and sang to himself for an hour - what a guy. It won't be long now until he can cut the grass and do his chores! He met Dave and Jill's new baby, Vairi at the weekend - she's 9 weeks and has the biggest eyes! Ailsa her big sis and Conor got on well too.
Day 177 Report, 23 April 98: Conor's been constipated since we put him on solids (musihds would be a better term), and we've had to use lovely suppositories - poor lad - Doc said it's ok though, just persevere. Just last week Mo fed him some Kiwi friut (she'd heard it does wonders) and lo' he's been producing satisfactory nappies HIMSELF ever since - KIWI the wonder fruit!!!! This peaked yesterday when he produce 3-full nappies HIMSELF. Sorry to go on about bottom matters but these things are important when you're a first time parent!!!!!! (other first timers will know). The other highlight of this week was that he now says Da, Da, Da, Da (started yesterday) and the "New Mum's group" members reckoned he was speaking - I reckon he's just making an easy noise - but good stuff anyway. He also now loves his bath again. About 5 weeks ago he slipped in the bath and his head went underwater for a second or so, and since then he's cried bitterly whenever we put him in the bath - result was we sponge bathed him for most of the time. Last Monday I tried him in the bath again and he loves it again - thankfully!!!! He's also a seasoned traveller - last weekend we went off to see Debbie, Barry and Tori in Liverpool and filled the car with his kit - portacot; pram etc etc. He loved it though. We're now getting sorted for the Smallworld barcelona conference in May - he's coming there too so we're getting all the sun-block stuff.
Day 248, 3 July 1998 (current stats: 21lb 5oz): Barcelona went well with a number of firsts for Conor: o First saw a King (Juan Carlos) o First trip in a cable car o First trip in a boat o First trip in an aeroplane o First trip on the underground o First swim in a pool o First time in the hard rock café o First "word" o First time abroadHe really enjoyed the two weeks – first week was the Smallworld conference that I was chairing in Barcelona – everyone adopted him and at the end they put a picture up of him in his pram. We smeared him with factor 50 sun-block when we went out and he was pure white – everyone in Barcelona looked at him and he really enjoyed looking at them. During the trip he said his first official "words" "toot toot" which he said while playing with his rubber trumpet. He can now stand and pulls himself up on your hands on anything available – his balance isn’t so good yet but a hand will balance him. He shows no inclination to crawl and we don’t think he will. When we balance him in the standing position he moves his legs and attempts to walk. He’s got no teeth yet but his gums are suspiciously white so they probably won’t be long now. I really need some new photos on this site so when I get my scanner working I promise I’ll update it.
Day 254, 9 July 1998: What a boy – yesterday he pulled himself up and stood for a few seconds ON HIS OWN then fell over. Still doesn’t crawl though but bums around and gets surprising distances on his bot.
Day 3255, 26 Sep 2006: What a boy – now 4ft 7in and doing grade 3 RAD exams as well as boys brigade. Really enjoying school and fit as a flea.
Day 4748 (678 weeks and 2 days) Conor turns into a teenager. 13 years old!. Grade 6 Ballet, 2nd Year High School - 5 feet 3 inches. RSAMD attendee, Scottish Ballet Alumni - wants to go to Julliard in New York and/or RSAMD for MA in Classical Ballet. Room a total heap of junk (of course). Gets x77 bus to Glasgow every week after school to meet his old dad for RSAMD.
Day 5922 (846 weeks). (Jan'14) Con in 16 and a quarter. Last year did really well in his Standard Grades and now on the cusp of five big auditions for UK ballet schools for a full time career. Three in London, one in Manchester and one in Glasgow. He's worked hard, the body is newly minted, just out of the mould and ready for it. Good luck Con. Looking at this blog - how time flies... 846 weeks from being born to being ready for the world... amazing....
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