October 22 last year was one of the most physically painful, exhausting, bloody scary and above all, beautiful days of my life.

This is the day that little Eddie set out on his journey into this world. It all started out as planned, we even got some sleep in the beginning, but about 12 hours in, something didn’t seem right.

There was pain, incredible pain. And other things that seemed kind of scary. I knew it would hurt, but holy moly. Off to the hospital, hoping like hell I didn’t have to give birth in the car. I didn’t, that was a relief!

I’ll spare you the gory details of what happened in between, but after 24 hours of labour, the doctors decided Eddie need to come out, quick. His heart rate was dropping and I was in bad shape.

The moment I heard ‘Code Red’ I panicked. That sounds bad. I’m being rushed into theatre, please let him be ok.

Minutes later, at 12:12am on the 23rd of of October, he was ok. He was absolutely beautiful.

Thanks to the amazing doctors and midwives at The Royal Womens Hospital, Eddie came out safe and sound. I’ll never forget the few minutes where we thought we might lose him, and, while we were always in safe hands, the thought of that moment still brings me to tears whenever I remember it.

I really wanted to have a natural birth. I wanted to feel the labour, I didn’t want to be paralysed by drugs, I wanted to be able to hold and feed my baby right after birth. I wanted to let my body do what it was designed to do.

It didn’t happen that way. Eddie and I ended up needing a lot of help. He was in the posterior position which my body did not react well to and in the end, made natural birth an option not worth risking. I can’t help but think what might have happened if we were not so privileged to have access to such amazing medical care. I can’t help but think of all the women who lose their babies and their own lives giving birth every single day.

That day is still a very clear memory to me. We’ve had lots of moments since then, some I clearly remember, some I might forget, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget the moment I thought I might not get to meet my boy, followed so quickly by the moment that I did.

9 months on, Eddie is still absolutely beautiful. I love the sound of his giggles and the way his cheeks get chubbier when he’s concentrating.

I love every single inch of him.