Introduction - my name is skippy, it'd been a while!

So Mrs S reminded me that I had a blog many moons ago which has been sadly sidelined due to life the universe and everything. HOwever I have missed it so I thought I would come back.

Where do I begin tho? In my last post my lil dude was 9 months old and wreaking havoc, Al had a new job, I was working 4 days a week due to the economic downturn and things were settling into a rhythm.

Then came Mayday bank holiday 2010 and another opportunity to pee on a stick...and reveal a very definite, very solid line. Uh oh, here we go again! Estimated due date - January 8th.

After Logan the Womens Hosp did a lot of tests and follow ups on my tear site and decided my pelvic floor was quite badly damaged (but thankfully not tena lady area yet) however they decided that medically they would recommend I had an elective C Section so when the time came we booked in. It kinda made me smile as if it had been a normal time of year they do a c section a week before the EDD, which would have been January 1st - my birthday. So next available slot after weekends and bank hols was Wednesday Jan 5th.

Evan Andrew (so named after his Uncle Andy) arrived protesting at 12.56pm and promptly peed on the surgeon. He looked so like Logan it was weird but he's much daintier and a weeney 7lbs 14oz. I kinda think I woulda been ok to birth him naturally at that weight but i'd still risk another tear, which was a no no so I have to just let that one go! I was worried I couldn't love another as much as I love my lil dude but man I was to learn that was wrong.

The first weeks were hard. I was aiming to breast feed at least 6 weeks like I did with Logan but he struggled to understand why I had less time for him and why I couldn't play with him like I used to because of my stitches so I stopped at 9 days. I don't regret it but I do think had his birth been "normal" i would have been able to do it for longer. Still Noodledoodle has thrived and is such a chilled happy little man I have fallen in love all over again. Logan has forgiven me and is very protective of his "edan" and at 2 is very much the "big brother" now. They never cease to amaze me and it makes me quite tearful thinking of how amazing they are.

That said the last few days I have been pretty melacholic because I will not have anymore. Part of me would love to have more but sense rules (well money rules first) and it can't be so. I feel sad though and if I won the lotto i'd so be looking to expand (so to speak) - I don't ever regret my boys but I do wonder what a little girl would have been like :) (atho I'm glad to escape the pink!)

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