Here we go……

2015 was the 1st and last time I blogged on here and to be fair it was a shit thing I was talking about!

So it’s now 2018 and I find myself in a bit of a shit hole. Life with Jen and the now 3 kids is great hard work but great. The problem is me and my relationship with food.

I have now put back on the 3 stone I had lost and if I’m truthful with you more well a lot more ! “O shit” I know it’s a long way back from here 32 years old trying to get a small business of the ground 3 kids and a part time job, how do I find the time that I’m going to need to put in. At this moment in time I have no idea but I’m sure it will be funny finding out. I think I should change the blog to “A dairy of a fat Dad” 🤔 sounds about right to me.

The kids I would do anything for. Well I think it’s about time they had a Dad who looks fit and health as I want to grow up with the right role model.

Me and my amazing wife! With out her I’m nothing. Love and support always from her I also need to make sure we will grow old together no ifs buts or maybes.

Let’s do this !

Robba

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H.J.G part 3 of 3

Here we both were with Harrison in my arms all 250g of him.  I thought I would be in floods of tears but I felt very calm and at peace and upon thinking about it I was so happy that I could finally see and hold him in my arms and I knew I would have to make the most of it as we only had limited time but there was no rush but we were told that he would start to deteriorate quickly.

Jen had brought with her Harrisons first outfit and hat witch we both new would not fit and be far to big for him “lol they were” Harrison was so small that in the end both the Mums placed him into his hat and he looked confine and settled.

After the Mums had gone about 3am Jen was fast asleep after giving birth.   I just sat and watched him and what did bring a smile to my face was the fact that he slept just like Jen and the two kids “ with there moths as wide open as they could have them ha ha”

We both had sleep for a few hours on the pull out bed which I can only describe as “a back breaker” but never the less we all slept as a family for the first and last time.  I woke up to a really sunny morning with the sun shining bright thew are window.  We made some decisions that we would not have a PM as the midwifes had told us that they think there had been a placenta abruption witch can happen to anyone at any time.  This was upsetting but better than some of the reasons we had maybe thought had happened.  We also choose to have him blessed witch was really nice and also I felt that no matter were he was going he went with everything he would need.  I did also tell him not to listen to my Pap and that Liverpool FC was the only football team he need to love, none of this Everton FC rubbish.

As with anything like this we could have stayed for 18 years and more just looking at him and being with him.  This is the worse part of the whole F****** thing but we had each other and we tucked him in with his blanket and as mum still does with him I put some star dust in his eyes and a rub on his head and said goodbye and see you later.

One of the we both want to do is do something in Harrison’s name as he was not able to achieve this. What we did receive was a memory box which was donated to the hospital by a Abbie’s fund.  It has brought us a lot of comfort to us both.

If you would like to help you raise money for this touching corse then LIKE Blissful baby gifts on Facebook or take a look at http://www.blissfulbabygifts.com were you can find all the details or you can privet message us.

We are at the point were the kids go back to school and I start my new job.  Life is now returning to what we would call normal.  Harrison has  brought all of are families together and changed my life forever with out even knowing it.

I don’t know about anyone else but I think thats amazing!
Harrison James Gilmour

“Our amazing boy”

Love you forever and a day

x

H.J.G part 2of 3

Harrison James Gilmour was born at 1.37am on the 28/12/14 and he weighed 250g.

Much of the surprise was taken away from myself and Jen as we knew Harrison would be born on the 27th or 28th, as the process we had to go through was very drawn out or so we felt at the time.

As I have mentioned in my last blog Jen and me had worked very hard to make xmas for both the kids the best they had ever had and Jen had been planning since the very first weeks we had moved down to Hull.  As Jen would have to give birth to Harrison she would have to be induced and go through a labour but it would not be as painful.  “I now know this not to be true!”  We decided to go back to the hospital on Christmas day evening about 19.00hours this was so the kids would be in bed and not ask the questions that would upset them or us.

We had been told what would happen and it should all be very straight forward “it was”.  But when driving down I REALY FELT I was going into the unknown.  We got to the ward after getting lost 1st time around and buzzed in.  We were treated by a lovely midwife who took us down to ward Jen would be having the tablet to get the ball rolling.  We sat and talked and asked any and all questions until we had none left, Jen took the pill then had to wait 30mins to check she was ok, which she was and we came home and would go back in on Saturday 27th from 19.00 onwards, were Jen would have a tablet once every 6 hours until Baby was with us.

The next two days were the longest days of my life as I wanted all this to be over but knew by wanting this all over would mean only one outcome.  We had lots of family over to the house and it was great to feel close to both sides of the families as it felt like we had a really unity in such dismay.

3 xmas dinners eaten and Jen had pains.  We both knew this was the beginning so rang the hospital and went down to the ward we have visited the previous day.   It was a lovely room with lots of space and a pull out couch.  Jen had two midwifes looking after her again they were fantastic and ensured we had everything we could possibly need.

4 hours passed and 4 episodes of Waterloo road watched but I can’t remember anything of what happened my only thought was on getting myself, Jen home safely.  19.30 came and Jen had the 1 tablet to endure her.  One little white tablet under the back of Jens tongue then just sitting and waiting.

Mum and Jens Mum Amanda  came to check on us about 20.00 and what happened was hey stayed with us both until Jen gave birth.  In the hours we spent together we laughed and cried and put the world to rights.  Jen told me off for not talking a lot and in all honesty if I had tried to talk I would have just cried and I wanted to be Jens rock but I had no control and could make no difference to how fast or slow things would and could happen.

One funny moment I will share with everyone is when after standing for a few hours I was holding Jens hand tight and Jen was in and out of being awake.  I decided to kneel down Amanda came over with a pillow so it was better on my knees lol.  Seconds later Jen opened her eyes looked at me and shouted “yes ! YEs!, YES!! I will”  behind me all I could hear was laughing from around the room.  Let me say now if I could have I would have asked the question already.

Like I said at the beginning Harrison James was born 1.37am, weighed just 250g and was the size of my hand.  It was the happiest sad moment of my life if that makes sense………..

H.J.G Part 1 of 3

This is my first blog, I have always wanted to write one but always thought “who would be interested in what I had to say”. I now feel I have something worth sharing and maybe help other people who have been through or going through what I have the last few weeks.

On the 23/12/14 myself and Jen were sat in the waiting room talking about how I was not allowed to tell my mum what sex are baby was going to be as we had plans to announce the sex of the baby on Christmas day.  What happened next has and will always leave a hole in my hart.  As Jen was lying on the bed I knew all was not well as the scanner was taking what seemed a long time to find the babies heart beat.  The heart beat was never found and the sad news was that our baby had passed away they think a week and a bit ago.  They could not tell us a lot as Baby Gilmour was lying in a awkward position “typical Gilmour being awkward Ha Ha”  we were 90% sure Baby Gilmour was a boy and over the next few days looked at some pictures of Jens previous bump pictures from Sophie and Riley.  The bump looked like Riley’s bump did and so we were even more certain the baby was going to be a boy.

I think for the next few hours I went through ever type of emotion you could name but found it hard to show or want to show it in front of the staff at Hull hospital as it was not me that would have to give birth to our baby.

The staff at Hull Hospital were fantastic and in particular Amanda the midwife who stayed with us and was talking about what would now have to happen.  Luckily for myself and Jen we could ensure that the two kids at home would have there Christmas day as we had both been working and looking forward to the excitement to the big day.  I have to be honest that I didn’t care much about xmas as I had lost my Granddad (Pap) on the 18th of December when I was 14 years old, now I was going to have to say good bye to my much loved son who we decided to call Harrison James Gilmour.

Harrison James Gilmour