Hello World!
My name is Kev Fisher, and I have just become a new Dad. I wanted to keep a record of my new daughter, without flooding Facebook with loads of baby pics. Nobody appreciates that!
This is hopefully the life and times of Olive Fisher.
The labour was a pretty horrendous experience all in all, Olive got stuck when nearly out, and had to be turned by forceps, that being said all the midwifes, nurses, doctors , anaesthetists etc. were incredible. The NHS is ace!
Whilst the other half (TOH) was getting some severe pain relief before being delved into, I was put into a holding room to sit and ponder everything, had the time to take a quick selfie…
Shortly after this I was whisked into theatre to see some pretty horrific sights, but at least when I got in there, TOH was no longer in pain thanks to a spinal block.
After about 10 mins in theatre I was handed Olive for the first time, weighing in at a hefty 9lb (4.1kg) she was covered in gunk and bits of womb and wailing away, the first thing I noticed (after the weight) was some serious eye lashes. So far that’s my one dominant gene!
Once TOH had been sewn up and sorted and moved to the recovery room Mummy gets her first cuddle with big O
After all this was sorted we were moved to a ward where Olive woke up all the other inhabitants with some wailing, TOH was given some tea and toast and I was sent packing.
Stupidly I had no cash, couldn’t pay on card at the car park so I had to walk home, have 2 hours sleep and then walk back.
When I got back to the hospital, TOH had no sympathy for my previous car struggles but I did get to have some snuggles with big O. Got a smile too although I’m sure it was wind!
Here’s TOH in the morning after clearly having enough drugs to make her smile!
After a while we got moved into a private side room, which was great, TOH had everything checked and food bought to her for every meal, again I was spurned on the food and had to survive on Costa panini’s
Granny visited for the second time (first attempt was outside of visiting hours so was aborted) and got some hugs in.
At 6oclock ish(about 16 hours after pushing a rugby ball out of her) we were allowed home, it may have been a little early but we appreciated going home. Here is a scary picture for the drivers on the way home for the first time. Seatbelts fastened in the back!
TOH insisted on taking this picture, and insisting I smile, despite it pissing it down and me just wanting to get in the house out of the rain.
My sides grandparents come to visit almost immediately, not sure what the titles are to be yet, as long as its not Grandma apparently.
Mum was so excited that she had her shoes off outside the house so she could get a first hold. Not sure she even noticed me or TOH. But we did get a lot of gifts for Olive!
After they visited they went out on the lash, didnt get to sleep till 3AM. Something is wrong there…
Aunty Abbie having a cuddle.
Auntie Vez having a reluctant cuddle… “She’s moving!”
Finally a chance to relax for TOH, for completeness she is stuffing her face with cheese and onion Seabrookes crisps…
Try not to look knackered and hide the boob…
Grandad comes to visit, I have to take a sly picture, shutter sound off…
Sisters and grandparents revisit, first visit of a great grandma!
Its sort of all blurring into one long day now, very tiring and hard going…
Olive is obviously hungry and tries to latch onto Granny’s cheek…
After some confidence is gained we give her a bath, it actually went quite successfully, not too much crying and another usual household task completed without a visit to the hospital for any of us.
We then had a visit from Uncle Ollie (has the plague so stayed at arms length!) and Aunty Heather, they brought some lovely treats for us including Fudge
My mother has a baby’s foot fetish, they are cute because they are small. That logic does not always carry I’m sure…
It had been coming, feeding going well means poo’s going well. We had a middle of the night visit to the hospital where TOH got some more pain relief meds and some great advice on feeding, all of which led to…
Poomageddon Part 1,
Lovely
Uncle Neil came for a flying visit before going back home to Dubai, Olive enjoyed the hugs!
Even Formula 1 cars need a pit stop every now and then!
First friend comes to visit, Autumn (or as baby brained TOH called her Summer, along with then forgetting the name of her own spawn…) and Aunty Emma and Uncle Matt come to visit for a play date. They both sort of lie there, they had a look at each other and then did some more lying down.
Thats the first few days of Olive summed up really, not counting a load of midwives, midnight trips to tesco, tears, no sleep and missed meals, and the kindness of all our friends and family! Hopefully next week will be less photo heavy!
The Life and Times of Olive Fisher 