The very last day of 2018 Jake and I wandered out the hospital with our baby boy, Finn.
What an ending to an amazing year. 2018 has been so good to me in many ways. Work wise…unbelievably fun and free. Privately…travelling, friends and family, weddings and the rest of it have all made for a special year.
42 weeks of pregnancy has been the best thing though, I was feeling so strong throughout. As Christmas was drawing closer, I felt ready to meet our boy.

Here they are, the two people I love the most. Jake & Finn.
Leaving Varberg hospital, midday Monday, was an unreal feeling for sure.
Came here as two and left here as three. ONE OF LIFES WONDERS.

Super dad already.
Finn outside for the first time.

Jake bought me the most amazing bouquet of flowers, and he gave me a white gold ring encrusted with a black diamond. 

Haven’t had the chance to photo it yet, but it’s stunning, I’ll share photos when everything has settled in a little bit more at home.
I’ve been dreaming of a ring from Mumbai Stockholm for years now.



Everyday has it’s own pace. We are taking everything very slowly. Trying to learn how Finn wants it and must have it. Eat, sleep, poop, repeat basically.
Right now we have such an amazing time together, we are both so in love.
Starring at Finn for hours and showering him in kisses is not hard, he melts our hearts. Can’t believe he’s one week old already!

This time last week he was laying on my chest for the first time.

It was a bit chaotic around us cause I was loosing a bit a blood from the c-section few hours earlier. Thinking of it, the whole day was pure happiness, a lot of strenght, power and (pain off and on) . Breath work really helped me through the day.
Thinking of how great Jake was to support me makes me wheep. Life is so amazing. Giving birth to Finn is the best thing I ever done. Thank you baby for choosing us.

I will write the whole brith story when I feel I have more time on my hands, right now we live in the famous baby bubble of love.

Till next time.


How it all started part 1.


Whilst my memory is fresh I thought to update you guys about our past couple of days here in Varberg hospital.

Sleep deprivation has been the toughest part throughout my pregnancy for sure.
It’s been weeks with next to no sleep and this weekend it has really effected me.
Our Christmas was meant to be spent with my family on the 22nd of December, but there was no chance I had the energy to join in or be part of the day.
On the 21st both Jake and I collected a sleeping tablet from the hospital to help the problem. I was so happy ‘knowing’ that I’d be able to have a full nights sleep and regain some much needed energy. Oh boy.
Another night of, yup, three hours sleep. Exhausted. Woke again at 01.20am, seems to have something special around that time, always twenty past one.
Saturday evening came, they’d given me one more tablet for that night to, so I swallowed that by 10pm.
You guessed it, three more hours…zzz

Sunday was the first time I wanted to check out from my own pregnancy. Had enough, tears were coming and I felt so tired I was beginning to worry.
How on earth could I manage this birth?
Contacted the hospital and she said, ”this is how it is. You are in week 42, you won’t get much more sleep. Try and rest as much as you can.”
She was right – Sunday to Monday ZERO SLEEP.
With my patience running thin, this was certainly not fun anymore. Called again and said I can’t carry on doing this.
Luckily this lady said for us to come in to get some rest and check ups.

My Monday ended up with three sessions of acupuncture, a ‘sleep’ pill, then I finally fell a sleep again, but only for those three magical hours. Stubbornly stayed awake for some time and called on the nurse around 3am. One more go, some new needles and a dose of morphine. Goodnight Mir.

It allowed me to become super relaxed, felt like I was somewhere else. Half the Tuesday blurrily passed by, the morphine’s side effects made me vomit.

Jake went home to pick up some essentials since it going to be a slow day for us.
Nothing to report, other than more waiting.
Talked to the doctor and she said to start the inducement process by Wednesday and explained all the options to us.
After she left, I began thinking and over lunch I decided to get the process started right away.
Not another sleepless night waiting.
May as well be in labour throughout the night instead of lead waiting.

Jakes corner next to my bed. Glad we have our own room.

Said and done.
I had a balloon filled with water placed in my uterus to get my hormones working. A natural way to trick the body and get somewhere without any medication.

Brought my crystal for some luck.

Small contractions in the night but nothing too painful.
More acupuncture before bedtime and one sleeping tablet.
This had been my best sleep since, forever, woke up few times but I dare to say, I probably had 6 hours sleep!

If there were no real contractions by 2pm on wednesday afternoon
I would get a small shot of medicine every second hour that will help the contractions to start and that’s what happend, felt so relaxed, excited and ready. The previous night sleep was truly a game changer.

To be continued…