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Finally back on the forum. My story starts here.....
Just over 3 weeks ago, we had the dreaded heavy winds and rain, unfortunately over night 14 Beech trees measuring over 20m in height managed to block me and the Mrs in as they blocked all of the country lanes accessible to our cottage, in the process, the power line was severed along with the telephone mast, no contact with the outside world at all. Moving on to the Saturday morning, the Mrs started getting womb pains (early contractions as she was 8.5 months pregnant), managed to get the chain saw out and went on a wood spree and managed to remove several beech trees measuring over 36 inches in width from the road, chopped and stacked for the coming years further on when we need more fire wood. By saturday night the wife was feeling totally different, like something was coming......
I get awoken at 6am by my wife shouting s*** MY WATERS HAVE JUST BROKEN, that's a Dreams £1600 memory foam mattress down the drain..... (Or shall we say Skip)
Phoned the parents, the in laws, all of the family to let them know that the s*** just hit the fan.
We got to Salisbury maternity ward by 11:30, no sign of crowning so we were sent home. I was mad as you can imagine, how hard can child birth really be?
By the time we got back to the cottage, my wife was crowning and shouted downstairs that she needed to push something (our first planned baby so she had no idea what to expect) - she only went upstairs to rest as she'd been up early etc!
Everything suddenly stepped up a gear, both pairs of our parents were at the house of which the mother in law was a community matron so she had a good bit of medical background, my wife started going into labour in the bedroom. Shear panic, as a bloke you realize that there's nothing you can do apart from look like a tit and offer everyone a cup of tea.
I decided to call an ambulance as it would be quicker than driving, plus the Mrs wasn't able to get in the car as you can imagine, the ambulance took 25 minutes to arrive as the emergency services had sent them the wrong address due to the chap on the phone being a trainee who to be honest, handled the call well even though he had no idea what he was doing....
In the ambulance we go, screaming through the streets of Salisbury, me in the front of the ambulance, wife in back with the other paramedic, in laws and parents in convoy in the Alfa Romeo and the Ford Kuga,
We somehow flew into the maternity ward, the baby was born within 30 mins of arriving, labour from start to finish was a quick 70 minutes all in. Unfortunately the attending midwife severed a small artery in my wife's groin so that took up the remainder of the day due to heavy blood loss. 2 Weeks of Paternity leave has disappeared quicker than Katie Price can drop her knickers for her next future husband.
I've even become 'employed' as the business was quiet over the winter so felt with a baby on the way it was wise to be a bit more secure so now I'm a financial director with a young lad by the name of Tiberius - I'm a severe Star Trek fan as well as the Mrs but we just felt that the name fitted, it's different, unforgettable and people will always pull a vulcan eyebrow frown when they hear it
And I still had the time to dig the 1DX and my studio kit out
He weight in at a healthy 7 lbs 8.5 ounces
Oh, And the broadband and the phone line were finally fitted today after planning permission had to be sought for a new mast erection
Just over 3 weeks ago, we had the dreaded heavy winds and rain, unfortunately over night 14 Beech trees measuring over 20m in height managed to block me and the Mrs in as they blocked all of the country lanes accessible to our cottage, in the process, the power line was severed along with the telephone mast, no contact with the outside world at all. Moving on to the Saturday morning, the Mrs started getting womb pains (early contractions as she was 8.5 months pregnant), managed to get the chain saw out and went on a wood spree and managed to remove several beech trees measuring over 36 inches in width from the road, chopped and stacked for the coming years further on when we need more fire wood. By saturday night the wife was feeling totally different, like something was coming......
I get awoken at 6am by my wife shouting s*** MY WATERS HAVE JUST BROKEN, that's a Dreams £1600 memory foam mattress down the drain..... (Or shall we say Skip)
Phoned the parents, the in laws, all of the family to let them know that the s*** just hit the fan.
We got to Salisbury maternity ward by 11:30, no sign of crowning so we were sent home. I was mad as you can imagine, how hard can child birth really be?
By the time we got back to the cottage, my wife was crowning and shouted downstairs that she needed to push something (our first planned baby so she had no idea what to expect) - she only went upstairs to rest as she'd been up early etc!
Everything suddenly stepped up a gear, both pairs of our parents were at the house of which the mother in law was a community matron so she had a good bit of medical background, my wife started going into labour in the bedroom. Shear panic, as a bloke you realize that there's nothing you can do apart from look like a tit and offer everyone a cup of tea.
I decided to call an ambulance as it would be quicker than driving, plus the Mrs wasn't able to get in the car as you can imagine, the ambulance took 25 minutes to arrive as the emergency services had sent them the wrong address due to the chap on the phone being a trainee who to be honest, handled the call well even though he had no idea what he was doing....
In the ambulance we go, screaming through the streets of Salisbury, me in the front of the ambulance, wife in back with the other paramedic, in laws and parents in convoy in the Alfa Romeo and the Ford Kuga,
We somehow flew into the maternity ward, the baby was born within 30 mins of arriving, labour from start to finish was a quick 70 minutes all in. Unfortunately the attending midwife severed a small artery in my wife's groin so that took up the remainder of the day due to heavy blood loss. 2 Weeks of Paternity leave has disappeared quicker than Katie Price can drop her knickers for her next future husband.
I've even become 'employed' as the business was quiet over the winter so felt with a baby on the way it was wise to be a bit more secure so now I'm a financial director with a young lad by the name of Tiberius - I'm a severe Star Trek fan as well as the Mrs but we just felt that the name fitted, it's different, unforgettable and people will always pull a vulcan eyebrow frown when they hear it
And I still had the time to dig the 1DX and my studio kit out
He weight in at a healthy 7 lbs 8.5 ounces
Oh, And the broadband and the phone line were finally fitted today after planning permission had to be sought for a new mast erection
