DAY: 14/WEIGHT: 7lb, 8oz/FEEDS: 10 per 24hrs

Two weeks today, nearly to the minute (what's 11 minutes between mother and son), FreddieB was pulled from the most discreet opening a woman has. When I say pulled, I mean pulled not pushed.  Pulled, with forceps.  There was no Angelina Jolie moment for my second labour (or the first come to think of it, c-section).  I left theatre, with my upper body feeling like I'd literally been dragged through a hedge backwards...I suppose FreddieB was feeling the same!  My lower body was numb and I for one, was loving this feeling after the leprechaun of an anesthetist failed to get my epidural line in. 

Anyway, 14 days later and I'd guess around the same number of hours sleep, I'm ready to write my daily blog about how my life was transformed from the 'celebrity hairdresser' PR, living in the most coveted area in North London to ...well, this.  I crave the days where I could leave my desk, run to the 'A list' beauty spa,  kick one of the therapists out of their beauty rooms and grab an hours sleep. Where do I run to now?  In fact, the mere thought of me running anywhere with my stitched up privates is sending shivers down my bruised spine. 


ENJOY!