It’s a Boy!
Dec 5th, 2008 by Tim Skipper
It’s a boy!
William Louis (pronounced “Lewis”, after his great granddad) Skipper was born at 23:48 on Thursday 4th December, weighing in at a whopping 9lb 9oz.
It wasn’t a great delivery for my wife Francesca; her waters broke at 0845, just as I arrived at my desk in London. So I made a mad dash back to the train station and finally got home at 11:15. Her friend Helen had come to sit with her and was keeping her distracted, but by 1pm the contractions had started. The hospital told us to go the PAWS clinic at 2pm and that most likely she would be sent home again, despite Francesca’s protestations that it was coming!
We ended up sitting around in a small room with three other couples, with no pain relief, for an hour. Eventually they did an examination and discovered Fran was 3-4 cm dilated, so at that point we were moved into a very nice room in the delivery suite.
The little man was back to back and didn’t want to come out of his own accord. They ended up having to take her into theatre at 23:30 and we were told they would have three attempts at a natural birth assisted with ventouse and if that didn’t do the job then it would be a c-section.
I have to admit I was terrified at this point, seeing my wife trussed up on the operating table was a sight I never want to see again particularly, especially when for the final push they got two big blokes one on each leg and hoiked them right back almost up to her shoulders. Horrible horrible and I’m so proud of her for going through it without complaining too much (epidural and then the industrial strength anaesthetic helping there!).
The ventouse cap came off, so they tried a kiwi, which with some manipulation and an episiotomy got him out (his shoulder was stuck). Poor little man was blue and looked utterly lifeless when they flopped him onto Francesca’s tummy, so they whisked him off to a mobile resus unit in the corner of the room. A few minutes later I could see him turn pink, and heard a few a little gurgling noises. The doc gave me the thumbs up and I could go and meet my son for the first time. A few minutes later we were able to give him to Francesca to cuddle while they sorted her out.
He had a really pointy cone head from the efforts of the ventouse and kiwi. He’s the spit of Francesca when she was a baby and has her lovely black hair and almond eyes.
His APGAR score was quite low, but they tested his cord blood which confirmed he had not suffered any loss of oxygen and everything was ok.
We went back to the delivery suite room for an hour or so and then at 2 am moved Francesca and William to the ward, and sent me home. I went back at 11am and we eventually left hospital at 5:30pm.
He’s a lovely little boy, but is a bit jaundiced so we’ve been told to put his crib by the patio doors and get as much sunlight on him as possible. Feeding was a bit hit and miss for the Friday night, much better Saturday night but last night he was demanding every 2 hours and Francesca is only just keeping up. I went out and bought a breast pump yesterday on the recommendation of the community midwife who came, to ensure he gets every last drop available. It seems to be working ok.
I love them both so much I can’t tell you.















