It was a sunday afternoon when the pee pee stick said positive, I WAS PREGNANT! I couldnt wait for the day to arrive that our precious gift from God would be born, however knowing that good things come to those who wait. So every day that went by were those I cherished the most. 16 weeks later we found out that we were having a little girl, so the name hunt began. Cloe was the name Jacques wanted and I begged and pleaded and ganged his family up against the idea. The day he changed his mind was when I chose Leila. Her name means "night beauty" and is also an arabic name as well.
Both the families were all eager to meet Leila.
I had a wonderful pregnancy with her, I ate and ate and ate. Aaah the joys of feeding 2.
It was a Wednesday morning around 8am when we were rushing to get to our last visit with Dr. Viljoen before our due date which was the 14th of September 2009. We got to the doctors and he quickly put me on the heart and contraction monitor. I remember lying there and watching the zigzags on the sheet and still said to Jacques "Is that even normal?" When the doctor came back in, he looked at the form, went into his office, sat down and calmly said to us "Do you have your bags with you Miss Bentley?" I was totally amazed and said to him that I dont. He sent Jacques all the way home to fetch the bags while he quickly admitted me in to the labour ward. Bearing in mind, from the night before my stomach was tensing up so this was very new to me.
Jacques got back to the hospital around 11am, I had been walking up and down the halls to get the contractions to speed up, needless to say by 7pm Leila was still not born yet. After a lot of frustration and anxiety, the doctors all said that an emergancy ceaser was nesseccary.