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The past, present and future according to Rangor.

Everything that has, is, or is going to happen (although not necessarily in that order).

Friday, January 13, 2006

Rangote or Rangette

Well, the answer is Rangote is a beautiful 8lb 5oz boy, born 12th January 2006 at 8:47am.

Mrs Rangor and Rangote had quite a lot of trouble during the delivery of Rangote, and as a result he got rushed off to the (absolutely wonderful) Travor Mann baby unit a floor above the theatre where he was delivered. Mrs Rangor and I were left wondering what was up with the little tike and at this point had not seen him (apart from a brief glimpse from the other side of the room). It transpires that he swallowed and breathed in a lot of meconium during the delivery and was a little short of breath to say the least on his introduction to this world, he'd also got very stressed and squished from the ventouse and forceps that he had to endure as well as his cord being wrapped round his neck (poor fella).

After 2 hours of worry (the like of which I have never known) I was able to go and see him although Mrs Rangor had to stay in bed as she herself was not feeling too well and the midwives needed her to stay put. The fantastic staff on the unit told me what had happened and that Rangotte was having to be ventliated as he wasn't able to breath on his own at the moment. He had tubes putting stuff in, and tubes taking stuff out, he looked a very sorry sight and I found it very difficult to stop myself from breaking down as they explained the gravity of the situation.

I took a great deal of solace from the fact that he was in the best place possible and was receiving an enormous amount of care and assistance from the doctors and nurses on the unit.

After a few more hours Mrs Rangor was able to go up on her hospital bed to see him too and like me felt somewhat better for the experience, but she too found it all very distressing.

Today, he is a lot brighter and is able to breathe all on his own. He is being quite sick and as he has not yet fed, it has been causing some concern, but generally he seems on the mend.

We have both had cuddles with him today and that has made us feel a lot happier. There really is nothing like the hug of ones own child. It's beautiful.

Mrs Rangor and I are now looking forward to them both being well enough to come home. Although we're not sure yet when that is likely to be. Fingers crossed it won't be too long.


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