It's a boy!

I have a baby boy! He is beautiful, curled up in my lap as I type.
He is 10 days old today and I am besotted and fascinated by him.
It was a bit of a shock the way it happened, I can't remember if I mentioned how they discovered he was damaging my liver function as well as lowering my platelets which is apparently a really bad thing.
So they sent me to get some blood tests and after two days I decided all must be well when I got a call from the doctor asking me to come in ASAP. So went in and she told me I was having a baby today! (well 11 days ago) she decided they couldnt risk him being in there any longer and had to induce me.
So I went to the hospital, sat around for a while, watched some telly, both my sisters drove in from their homes hours away to join me. The nurses started monitoring me for contractions and monitoring his heart rate. Turns out I had been having contractions for up to 3 days but didn't realise it, I thought it was baby kicking.
Around 6pm they officially induced me, they thought at the rate my contractions were going - very very quickly one after the other, there was a chance I would have him that night, but if not they would break my waters in the morning.
I finally started to feel my contactions and believe me, that was agony, I ended up in the shower, and in bed with my sisters rubbing my back and wiping my face, anything they could think of to make it better for me.
Some time  late that night my waters broke naturally, not the most attractive feeling, but better than the fear I had had of it happening in a shopping centre or on a lovely white couch or something like that.
By early morning I could not take any more, had to get my sisters to go get a midwife and request they give me pain medication, I had been planning on gas but they insisted on morphien first - needle, ugh. At least it wasn't an epidural which I was adamant I did not want.
So I didn't think the morphein was working, until about two hours later when it started to wear off, I think after three hours they decided to put me onto the gas as well and called my doctor to check if they could give me another dose of the morphein, which they did.
I spent the rest of the early hours of the morning barely lucid and in absolute agony, the sisters took shifts sleeping and looking after me.
Around 8 or 9am they decided I was dilating enough and moved me into the delivery room, which was quite a feat in itself, the contractions were still so close together it was hard to get out of bed and into the wheelchair between them.
Mum and Dad came to the hospital about then I think, by this stage I was just on gas and sucking it for all I was worth, which was making me very sleepy although I don't think in much less pain.
Mum and Dad came in to the room one after the other then and I think it must have been hard for them to see me like that but special too I think.
It must have been about 10:30 i realised my body was pushing on the contractions completely against my will, I told my sister E who got the midwife in and told her, they said I wasn't ready yet, so when this was still happening a few minutes later I told them again and they decided yes I was in 2nd stage labour (this was expected to go on for an hour or two at this stage) So at 11am they got all prepared to get this baby out. Only I was so doped up I couldn't push. They told me I needed to be more awake and did I want to try it without the gas this time? Um no! But sister C slowly prised the gas from my hand as another contraction was coming on, and the doctor and midwife took my legs and I swear I screamed the place down, this baby was coming. I finally got a mild relief when I felt the head come out but then thought about the shoulders still to come and I think freaked out a bit and decided I couldn't wait any longer (that said, I had thought numerous times through this process that I couldn't do it at all) so I just kept pushing and screaming, the doctor started yelling at me to listen to the midwife but I was not stopping (it is thought that what the midwife was saying was to stop pushing so they could make sure the cord wasn't wrapped around his neck) But nevermind, out he came! Such a relief, and apparently having a baby 24 minutes after you start pushing, especially for the first child, is very very fast, and in one push even more surprising, but I was just glad it was over, I could relax and hold my beautiful boy while they did their thing with stitches and placenta and general gore.
Once I was all fixed up and had had a rest and a cuddle I started to work up to a much needed shower and once I was up for that the sisters took my beautiful baby out to meet him grandparents.
People were a bit worried about me falling down or whatever in the shower but honestly a shower never felt so good and compared to the last 17 hours I was feeling on top of the world!
Finally got out of the shower and went to meet everyone in my room - private room, so lucky there!
Had a lay down and caught up with everyone, lots of photos and cuddles.
The sisters went out and got me lunch - hadn't eaten for maybe 24 hours? A cheeseburger, apparently in my drugged out haze one of my choice phrases (aimed at a McDonalds ad, advertising a new burger named something fancy) was "its a freaking cheeseburger!" which they thought was hillarious.
Mum and Dad left first I think, and C, and then E? I could be wrong, I don't remember it so clearly.
But yeah I was still feeling great, tried to have a sleep but couldn't stop watching this little bundle next to me. We were mostly left alone that night other than a few observations on both of us and some lessons in breastfeeding and stuff. Really didn't get much sleep but it was great, I wasn't sure if he would stay in my room, I'm glad he did.
The next day I managed to get a shower in and some makeup on, and some blood tests done, then E came in, and also B to see us.
Still feeling pretty great E pointed out that I could go home if I wanted, I wasn't obligated to stay, so checked with midwife who checked with doctor and gave me theall clear to go home! 26 hours after the bith, was so good. Although then the pain started to come, I think all the adrenaline or something wore off. Just aches and stuff.
Came home, had some lunch, can't remember what I did for the rest of the afternoon.
Then that night, my big brave early exit from the hospital started to seem like a bad idea. The breast feeding had started to really hurt, and he refused to settle, after barely making a peep in hospital he was all guns blazing at this stage, around 11pm I was trying to feed him and between him being unhappy and the level of pain it was causing -  I was in tears, we just couldn't do it.
Mum rang the hospital and Dad and C went out looking for formula - apparently impossible at that time of night in this town, so they went to the hospital and got some formula there.
Some time around 12:30 I think I was so exhausted and couldn't stop crying (seems the "3 day blues" came a day early) so the family sent me to bed - no I couldn't get to sleep forever, especially with him crying, it hurt me not to try comfort him.
Around 3am I woke up and found C camped in his room, looking after him, E was helping out to, I got a bit upset then too, feeling like such a failure and like I couldn't help.
The next night C started off looking after him but after a quick nap I went and asked to take over, we slept on the lounge together, him curled up on my chest. We did that for quite a few nights after too, me pushing myself to do it myself so that I could once the sisters went home.
Since then we are getting into a routine, getting to know each other, how not to drown him in his bath, how to get enough sleep. Mum and Dad are being amazing taking turns babysitting so I can have a rest in the bath, or a nap each day.
And here we are, day 10 and a gorgeous little bundle asleep in my arms.