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The Homecoming

The Homecoming


We came home yesterday.

Let me tell you, a whole week in hospital on a hot, noisy maternity ward with your new baby really makes you think about and appreciate the small things. Especially when neither of you are ill so the stay seems kind of futile. I  tried to view it as extra healing time for me and extra bonding time with Hux, but I missed Elfie and our home so so much. Our families were brilliant and rallied round so Will was able to be at the hospital the majority of the time but I think he was driven slightly mental by the whole noisy ward experience – as was I.

We were in awaiting the results of tests that Huxley needed to see if he was born with the same condition as Elfie. Because what she has is so rare and not very well understood they were being super cautious about releasing us, but yesterday we were given the preliminary all-clear and allowed to come home. There are still more tests to come back but everything looks good and we believe Huxley will not be affected. The relief was incredible and I was so happy to get him home yesterday.


The amazing thing about hospitals (alongside their ability to look after and cure people) is the sheer melting pot of people they attract. Like the post office. So many times I wished I had the energy and means to blog about what was around me, it was so surreal and weird at times.

There was the woman who I was placed opposite on the ante natal ward when i was admitted at 2cm who was on all fours with a canister of gas and air, howling like a banshee and screaming that she needed to push. After a very loud examination (midwife: “I haven’t touched you yet, please stop screaming”) she was carted off to the labour ward. At 3cm dilated. According to Will, my face at that point was a picture, but really her screams were totally One Born Every Minute-esque and not good for the mental state of a woman who planned on calmly and quietly breathing through labour, i.e. me.


Then there was the relief I felt when the consultant started talking about a c section which would take place at 39+6 (though my notes said 40+1?), because even though I felt like I was letting myself down by not attempting to move forward with the VBAC I knew I couldn’t take any more sleepless nights of ineffectual contractions along with the decreased movements and slowing heartrate; it had been four days already,  I may have gone mental. At that point there is nothing I wanted more than a lovely kind surgeon to cut my abdomen open. They did a pretty thorough stretch and sweep but put me on the emergency list for the afternoon of the 16th May should that not bring on more contractions. It didn’t.

Let’s not talk about the surgeon who put in my cannula IN MY TWEETING HAND when I specifically requested it go in my left, and instead feel thankful that it didnt work so someone had to swap it around.


Next in my hospital chronicle is the anaesthetist who congratulated me on my excellent banter (he actually used those words) before telling me post-section my uterus was ‘flabby’ and warning me that the medicine he had to give me to contract it would make me violently sick, but that’s ok because that’s better than bleeding to death, right? I wasn’t sick (champion!) but did feel completely and utterly horrendous for the next eight hours.

Best of all was all the amazing midwives who were just superb and who made the experience so much more pleasant than it could’ve been.

My roommate throughout the whole experience was a heavily tattoed Biker/Butcher lady who had some very interesting opinions: 50 Shades Of Grey? Not that sexual according to her. Her baby was 6lb born at 35 weeks so was quite jaundiced and spent the whole week under lights. Happily she got to go home the day before I did, she was quite hilarious.


I think I did a pretty good job of staying positive when I was in there – I hated not knowing how long they would be keeping us in – and having poor mr Huxley poked for bloods every 6 hours was awful. The lovely people of Twitter went a long long way towards keeping me sane as well as helping me with breast feeding questions in the middle of the night when I felt like I was passing glass through my nipples (answer: plenty of Lansinoh and it WILL get better). I think my mental state was mostly down to the fact I daren’t hope to go home as I knew that if Hux’s tests had come back positive then we’d have be there for the foreseeable future. And that would have been awful.

Anyway, walking through my own front door yesterday felt beyond heavenly. I feel so lucky for my lovely little family, our beautiful home, my caring and thoughtful husband and all the people we have around us. And shit, I have 2 kids. How did that happen?!


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  • Your babies are beautiful! I imagin you feel very proud!

    I had to stay in after a c-section (after getting to 10cm they found she was bum first! Dodgy heart beat too!) and I felt like It did me good! Although the thought scared me and the boredom was a bit mind numbing, I really did feel like it was the time I needed to “bond” as they say and get some confidence.

    Some people have asked if I think we should go back to the old fashioned way of staying in hospital after the baby is born for at least 2 days. I only have the one child so I don’t have anything to compare to, I was wondering what you think?

    It also made the coming home very magical, it was the first time I had been without my dog since he was a puppy and I was soooooo pleased to be back, cried bucket loads, couldn’t tell you why I just did! Relief I think!

    Stephanie x

    PS. Love your blog!

    • Thanks Stephanie! I definitely think the extended stay did me some good, after my first c section I was home after 48 hours and that would have been rough with a toddler this time around! I also think it’s good to have a bit of hands-on help from the midwives with things like breastfeeding and sleeping, I know they visit in the days after the birth but it’s nothing like having them on-call 24/7. I’m very thankful they were around to help with my painful breastfeeding issues! The hard thing is that hospitals are so stretched and aren’t really particularly nice places to be (especially the food/cramped wards/toilets) so I think that’s why people are so desperate to get home! x

  • Aww congratulations Alice. Well done on staying so positive and managing to Tweet/Instagram your way through it – both Elfie & Huxley are beautiful. I can’t wait to have this one day! x

  • Congratulations! You must be so happy – they both look lovely! I can’t even imagine how good getting home must have felt. I hope everything is plain sailing from now on and I love how you made a post about days long labour and hospital amusing! x

  • Really enjoyed your week of tweeting and instagraming Huxleys birth! Was do sweet and exciting to watch! He is a little cutie and him and elfie together look so gorgeous!
    I was slightly concerned for a moment reading the above as I read “passing glass through my nipples” as GAS!!
    Enjoy your lovely little family and keep posting photos of hux’s awesome babygros!

  • Oh Alice I’m crying (again!!!), I’m so happy Hux got here safe and sound! Your first day at home as family of 4 looks blissful and I bet Elfie will be the model big sister!

    Seeing how happy you are has confirmed that getting up le duff again is SO the right thing!


    • I am so excited that you have another bun in the oven! It’s been a great experience so far (need a few more pairs of hands though…) xx

  • Well done on bringing him home and the good news about his condition (or lack thereof). Elfie looks like such a proud big sister standing next to him.

    Ahhh – the early days of breastfeeding. Hell, I say. I remember being in floods of tears at 3am feeds. So painful – that’s not in any of the books, now is it? It definitely does get better, but watch the use of Lanisoh – I ended up with nipple thrush (how sexy) which was exacerbated by too much of a moist environment courtesy of that ointment (it’s a blessing and a curse all in one little tube)… But it does get better. Swabbing with breast milk and letting your nipples breathe is a good option too – hopefully it’s getting warmer!

    K xx

    • Oh god, nipple thrush does not sound appealing! I will be watching my usage. Have taken to going to bed topless which has been helping too… ahh the glamour of motherhood! xx

  • Welcome home, what a beautiful family, Elfie and Huxley are beyond gorgeous! I was in with smaller boy for quite a while as he was jaundiced and had a slight blood issue, it breaks your heart the little bruises on their hands after yet another blood test but delighted to hear Hux is doing so well. xx

    • Thanks Clare. I thought I’d become immune to it with E having so many tests but it never gets easier xx

  • Not surprised you missed your lovely family, but glad to see you’re home now and all is well with the little man!

  • Do they require all mothers to stay a week? Most American health insurance companies discharge you about 48-72 hours after labor. Crazy!

    You are a champion and your son is lovely. Congrats again!!!!

    • We had to wait on test results :) If you have a natural drug-free labour you can usually go home within 6 hours, but for a C section they like you to stay in 2 days! A week was tough! x

  • Hello,

    First time to your blog…must say, it is beyond sweet and adorable.. Having not had kids of my own, I feel not upset one bit, but delighted to hear and see and read all about you and your little adorable family. I’d like to think if I had had my own, I would have been able to handle things the way you did…you write the words that seem to come straight from my heart…and I just love to read about and see the little kiddos..Yes, illness can certainly sneak in there…caring for 2 loved ones in my own family…and then…wow..I was suddenly too beyond my years to have my own…Will be hoping sometime soon to adopt older children…and perhaps one day to do a family blog…just a wee bit different. Thanks for the smiles you’ve put on my face…

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