The First Year

Get me home…..

The first hurdle was getting little P in the car seat. We had both extensively researched how it fitted in the car and it’s safety ratings etc but neither of us had consider how we got her in it. So we casually stood in the ward and googled it til we worked out how to do it 🙈.

Secondly, I actually had no idea where about in the hospital I was. I had been magically wheeled about for two days while quite frankly not entirely on this planet so I had absolutely no concept of where I was in relation to exits or anything.

Thirdly, I’d never tried to walk any further than about 2 to 3 metres in the last 4 days. I didn’t even know if I had the stength to make it to the ward exit never mind the car.

Lastly, how on earth do you get in the car. So from struggling in late pregnancy I had some ways and means of getting in and out of the car. However, with now no abdominal strength,let alone physical strength (thanks to an iron count was in my boots) or mental capacity to work how to do it, getting in the car was definitely the most difficult challenge yet. I thought quite merrily that I would ride in the back like you see in films with the mom looking all happy and glowy at there beautiful sleeping baby. I could not get in the back of the car, it was far to squished up and painful. Trying to get in the front wasn’t much better but I had to get home so I somehow contorted myself in. Luckily our journey wasn’t very long.

I literally didn’t think this whole post would be about getting out the hospital but I suppose that sums life up now. Things that would have taken no time and seemed insignificant before are now more difficult. Baby literally changes everything.

From the exhausted mummy and her eye bags


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