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Georgina arrives Georgina Arwen, daughter of Samantha and Richard Looker, was born on Monday 28 April 2003 at 5 to 8 in the evening. Weighing in at 7 lbs and 10 ozs and measuring 23 inches.

Sam showed all the signs of starting labour last Friday; she had back ache, felt sick, loss of appetite, general "feeling strange" and suffering from a headache. I asked her to hold her horses for 24 hours, the question of BCFC's safety had to be decided first. By Saturday she was in so much pain she couldn't get out of bed. I truly believed it would happen that day. Shows what I know. On Sunday Sam felt fine. Monday morning I went to work as usual and left wifey asleep in bed. I called at about 10.30, Sam said her back ache had returned and she was getting weird pains but she was alright. I got nervous. I called again an hour later, no frigging answer. I was busy at work so I got my head down and got some stuff done. I called again. My cousin was there, she's a pressure point therapist and has helped Sam throughout. The contractions were regular and every 40 minutes. I warned my boss and started to send e-mails and memo's to colleagues. I cleared my desk. I got home and the contractions were every 15 minutes.

Bloody hell! They dropped to every 10, then 5 in about an hour. I've got no experience of these things, but it seemed to be happening very quickly. I ran a bath. By the time Sam had finished she was down to every 2 to 3 minutes. We called the hospital. They suggested we should go for a check up. We got there at about 4.55 p.m. and Sam was examined 20 minutes later. 4cm's dilated. This was it. You feel like a bit actor in the most important movie of your life. Actors you've never heard of have a better script than you do. So you ad lib. I took it on myself to act as cleaner. Don't why, I just wanted to do more than just rub Sam's back.

Sam did really well. She started off on gas and air but it made her sick. She yelled for more pain relief but the midwife told her to wait as it would soon be over. Yeah, right, I bet you say that to all the girls. 6 or 7 pushes and the wee one arrived. Less than 3 hours labour and little in the way of pain relief, those yoga classes really paid off. She was much cleaner than I expected and far more vocal. Quick check over and she was handed up to Sam. Food was her first thought and she took to the breast straight away. Sam looked tired but radiant. Georgina just looked squished!

While they were dealing with the after birth, I held my daughter. I just stared at this thing and tried to take it all in. A product of genes, biology and love. My responsibility, my commitment, my raison d'étre? Sleepless nights, heartache, heartbreak. All to come.

As I stared, I fell deeper and deeper in love with this tiny bundle of skin and hair (yep, she has a full head of brown hair). A midwife walked in and caught me staring with tears welling up in my eyes. The little sod has been here for 5 minutes and already she's got me hooked. Well, she's home now. Feeding well, sleeping when she wants to. Nature v nurture gets played out in my own home. At the moment, she seems very confident, by that I mean she doesn't seem to scare easily. The dog gave her a good sniff which seemed to amuse her. When he barks (and he's got a very loud bark) she just opens her eyes. She doesn't seem to get flustered. The hospital staff said she will be a happy baby because she didn't get stressed during the birth and won't have a hangover because Sam didn't have any drugs.

If she looks like anyone, she looks like me. Square face, dark features, long eyelashes, small mouth, big voice! She'll grow out of it.
posted by kwacky at 7:41 pm