I came back to this blog meaning to update it, without realising how long it’s been since I’ve written anything at all. Two years, wow!! My baby is almost two.
It’s not that I haven’t done any writing since the last post. I’ve worked on several professional projects, done book reviews, investigated some journalistic stories (not yet published) … I’ve often thought of writing here but I didn’t know what I’d say. And then two years passed, just like that.
So what’s happened since then? February 15, 2017, the date of the last post, was not three weeks before my baby’s arrival, but more than four. He was late, then induced. It was terrible. No one explains how awful it’s going to be, or really clarifies that even if you get an epidural, you go through an hour or two of torture before you’re allowed to have it. The hospital was amazing, and I have no complaints about my care but … it was just super painful for those 1-2 hours. During the birth itself, the baby got stuck and the doc had to use the “ventouse” (suction thingy). She’s a tall German lady who had recently run a marathon, and was pulling with all her might. Eventually he emerged, with an Apgar score of 2/10. Any score below seven is abnormal so two is very bad, and essentially means the baby is brushing up against death. I didn’t understand why he was a bluish black colour and had no idea what was happening, as the paediatrician worked on him out of sight. Later, I caught a quick glimpse of him in the neonatal unit, and things improved quickly. By morning he was fine.
The first year was a blur of mutating challenges. I’m not naturally a maternal person, and having a baby hasn’t changed that, so going back to work after five months was really great. Now, this year, I’m determined to push my work along further than ever–and I’ll be blogging more too. L. my little boy, is super cute and getting more so by the day.
And–phew!!–it feels good to write, personally, here.