Happy Birthday baby girl x

Today is baby girl's first birthday. A year has just flown by. Yesterday was my mum's birthday and she had been desperate to have baby girl share a birthday with her. A year ago yesterday, we'd been to a local craft/garden centre and I'd been feeling a bit funny. I ate a whole block of coconut ice to make me feel better and later that evening started with tummy pains. We got wee man to bed and then it really got going. By the about midnight we decided to head to the hospital and they did a routine urine test there. The midwife was in a panic, she said she'd never seen a sugar level so high, did I think I might be diabetic? That's what a whole block of coconut ice will do for you!

They kept promising to get me booked in to the labour ward, they just wanted to get two women booked in who were coming to be induced. After an hour or so of waiting I sent James to tell them I was going to push. A little midwife with a Hitler complex came rushing over telling me off royally, 'don't you dare start pushing, get in the wheelchair, NOW!'

I got onto the ward and less than ten minutes later I had my baby girl, at 1:51am, sorry mum, I'd missed her birthday. Once I had a bit of a cuddle I started pestering to go home. No one who's ever been stuck on a crappy post-natal ward with third world style food and militant midwives will want a second experience. They took their time but eventually I said I'd discharge myself and take the baby to the GP for her newborn check and they all of a sudden found a nurse to do the newborn check and we got home.

This is one of the first pictures we took of her in the hospital.

and here's one from today playing in the ball pool.

She's a good girl but she doesn't half know her mind, which to anyone who knows me, wouldn't surprise them at all! Wee man was ever so good and didn't try to steal her limelight at all.

We took a day off from jobs to spend some time together. She opened her presents this morning and we took them off for lunch at the golden arches (no bad parenting here, honestly). As we were in Worcester we walked down by the river and fed the swans.

We took them both to the cathedral, wee man loves a look round and I wanted to show him the tomb of bad King John. Unfortunately for us, some very lucky lady was getting married so a lot of it was closed, but we'll go back another day. So a lovely day to celebrate a very special little girl.