Less than four hours after I posted that last post... Charlie was born. Seriously - from being a relatively care-free TENS abuser through squawling the house down like a steer being butchered to popping out a baby in the birthing pool... under 4 hours.
About half an hour after posting, pains were close enough together and I was in enough real pain that we decided to ring the midwife. She arrived and at about 12:45 did a very painful internal inspection, pronounced me 3cm dilated, told me it was going to be ages before anything happened and said she'd be back in 4 hours.
Twenty minutes later I was an irrational, shouting, wild animal in a pen. She dropped back in to pick up something she'd forgotten and advised me to get into a bath and left. Twenty minutes after that we were begging her to come back, I was in the pool and I could feel his head... by the time she arrived there was just time enough for the other midwife to get here and settle me in before he came out.
My maths has gone down the tube as well, I've been telling everyone it was an hour forty five between being 3cm dilated and Charlie popping out but actually it was 2 hours forty five...
Anyway, here he is, like an alien in the livingroom. The cat is disgusted.
Now... all together to the tune of 'Sheena is a Punk Rocker'...
Charlie is... a thumb-sucker
Chaaarliee is... a thumb-sucker
Charlie is... a thumb-sucker no-o-o-o-ow.