My baby, Joshua Christian.

So, at 6am on December 2nd 2015, I went to the toilet and found that I was lightly bleeding. Went back to bed and was rudely awakened by a constant tummy ache around 7am. Seeing as how I had had Braxton Hicks contractions from my 6th month of pregnancy onwards, I couldn't decide if the tummy discomfort I was feeling was labor pains. I decided whether or not to wake the hubster up. As the pain became more intense, I finally decided to wake him and I said to him "I think this is it. I think you need to bring me to the hospital."

So off to SGH we went with my brother in law, Cale, in tow. Once I got there, the nurses had me hooked up to a few machines. One of which was a device that monitored the baby's heart beat. The doctor came in shortly after to confirm that I was in fact in labor and I was told that I was just 2cm dilated. 

Around 12pm, my gynaecologist came in to break my water bag in hopes of speeding up labor. Turns out, my waters were dark brown in color which meant that baby had pooped in utero and his heart beat was dropping because he was in distress. My Gynae decided I had to have an emergency cesarean section in order to save the baby. Reluctantly, I signed the forms, got my epidural and was swiftly whisked off to the very cold OR. 

And at 2.20pm, my life changed forever. Joshua was born and weighed 3.38kg. He was a yucky mess when we first met. Covered in blood and a whitish coat on his skin. But he was mine and he was so beautiful. 

Here is a picture the hubster took of me shortly after our arrival at SGH. 

And here is my gorgeous baby boy just an hour after his birth. 

I fell in love the minute I met you, baby Joshua. And I'm so damn proud to be your mummy (: