I do not want a caesarian.
There is no part of me that is able to think of this as a good thing - well other than the obvious risks of having a transverse baby.
I do not want a catheter, I really, really don't.
Breastfeeding is tough in the early days, it'll be tougher with twins, tougher with 37 weekers and apparently tougher following a caesarian section. Plus presumably they'll be a bit lighter than average, so a small weight loss with be a bigger %age of body weight and therefore a bigger issue.
And then there's the operation itself, and the recovery.
And did I say, "I don't want a catheter"?
I feel like a spoilt teenager, but I don't want this and I don't know how to get past it. And I have to because Twin One is bobbing between breech and transverse and that doesn't make for a safe vaginal delivery.
Tell me to pull myself together!!!
Friends continue to be fabulous!
Meanwhile, tonight was parents' evening at the boys school. When we made the appointments we really weren't at all sure I'd make it, but we did and I'm so glad.
Both boys are doing extremely well at school - I'm glowing with Pride. I'm almost ashamed to write it. Of Josiah the teacher said "Oh I just love him!"
He's friends with everyone, and always willing. He's ahead of all his targets and racing forward, he's confident to speak in front of groups and enthusiastic to share his thoughts. And you'd never know he's among the youngest in the year group.
Of Sam we heard that he's top of the year for reading, that with some concentration on punctuation he'll be top for writing, he's ahead on maths and science. He has nothing to do with silliness in the classroom but is always up for fun in the playground. He's focussed and never needs calling back to the task, his teacher can leave him to get on and be confident that he will do just that.
What paragons of virtue! Of course they're barely recognisable as the children we know at home. But I'd rather it was that way round!
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