Jasper was only one month old when Blaze asked to move drugs on the side. Blaze had managed 2 weeks off for the birth of our son a month earlier. With a big baby in my belly, I was induced 3 days after the due date so Blaze didn't miss the birth. But that baby had no intention of coming out easy and after 8 hours of forced labour, high on lovely drugs and lots of Icey Poles, the decision was made on a C section. 

Blaze sat around the whole day, nervously eating his way through the cafeteria. In the operation theatre it was only minutes til Jasper (not my sons really name obviously) was born in July 2011. Happy and healthy. I had always known from the moment I found out I was pregnant that I was having a son, there was never any doubt in my mind.

Blaze was over the moon. But complications after the birth lead to a postpartum hemorrhage. I lost 1.5 litres of blood, had several blood transfusions and was taken back into surgery to tie off blood vessels.  I eventually woke up in the ICU where I spend the next 2 days, with Blaze bring Jasper down for feeds every few hours. I never really understood the seriousness of the situation at the time.

I spent 6 nights in total in hospital (thank you private health cover). I was so weak I could barely get out of bed. But Blaze wouldn't stay overnight with me, claiming IBS and tummy cramps so severe he needed to be in his own bed (you'd think hospital would have also been the best place for him to be). So off he'd go every afternoon, leaving me to manage feeds overnight on my own with the help of the nurses. 

We finally bought Jasper home together. Blaze completely out of his depth with how to deal with me so weak and a new baby. And only a few days later, he flew back overseas to work and my mother in law stay for a week to help. I always had a great relationship with my in-laws. Only 15 years older than me, we related to each other very well. They lived regionally in South Australia so we didn't see them regularly, but they were always supportive and great company.