Thursday, 27 October 2016

The Boy

It's been a LONG time since I did any blogging, around 5 months, and lots has happened in that time. Summer fun, The Wee One started school and our wee baby arrive, so I am hoping to write a few catch up posts.

The last post I wrote was about being 28 weeks pregnant. Well, here we are five months later and I am sitting writing this post while breastfeeding my beautiful son! The story about how he came into the world isn't as straightforward as we had planned:

As with my first child, The Wee One, my due date came, and my due date went again, without so much as a niggle. Discussions with my midwife were the usual "wait and see" and if nothing happened I'd be booked in for induction. At every appointment she'd examined me and determined that the baby was definitely head down and that it would just be a matter of time. I was extremely uncomfortable; something (a bum? Legs?) was lodged under my rib cage, which made it difficult to get comfortable in any position and the only way to ease it was to sit with my right arm stretched in the air! Not my best look.

Another week went by, and still no sign of baby. So we made plans to be induced. I was quite alright with this, as I'd had to be induced with The Wee One, so I knew what to expect. We were booked in at 40+12.

On the day, my mum came to babysit the The Wee One and Hubby and I made our way to the hospital. I got settled in. The ward was quiet, I had a 4-bed room all to myself! The midwife came and clerked me in, and did all her routine examinations. She explained everything very clearly, which I liked as I felt the last time I didn't have a clue what was going on. She got all set up to start induction, and gave me a thorough examination. Then she said she was just away to get one of the doctors to double check something. No worries, I said, thinking this was routine.

Doctor came, with a colleague in tow, and she had a very good feel at my belly. Then she said she just wanted to get the scanner, because the midwife had an inkling that the baby was breech and she felt so too! I was not expecting that at all, after all, my community midwife had said for weeks that the baby was firmly head down.

But no, there, on the scanner was a wee face peeking out from underneath the right side of my rib cage! My heart sank. This inevitably meant I would have to have a section. Now, I had always wanted to avoid a section, so much so that I had written it in my birth plan. I was so upset.

The consultant came to chat with us and gave us three options: try a breech birth (NO WAY), go home and come back in 2 days for a planned section, or try and turn the baby in theatre the next morning and if that didn't work have an emergency section. I was already in hospital, and super overdue, no way was I going home. I was hopeful that they would be able to turn the baby in theatre and I'd have a proper labour so opted for that. The lovely anaesthetist came to explain his role to us, and he basically said "they'll try to turn the baby, but it won't work so here's what I'll do". He was very realistic and made sure I had every bit of information I needed.

So Hubby went home, and I tried to get a sleep. I was still hopeful they would be able to turn the baby.

The next day, we went to theatre, where we met Katie the midwife who would be with us all the way through. I think Hubby had too much fun wearing the scrubs she gave him... but I was glad he was going to be right there through all of it.

The theatre team were all lovely; the consultant, her colleague, the three nurses, one of whom sounded SO like my boss it was a little bit weird, and the anaesthetist. He was always right at the top of my head talking me through everything.

I was hooked up to the drip and given some medication to relax my uterus for them to try and turn the baby. I was given an epidural and then after that, I couldn't feel below my waist. Until they started trying to turn the baby. Oh Lordy, I wouldn't wish that pain upon anyone. It's horrific. They tried three times, until I couldn't bear it any more and they stopped. A section it would be. I remember starting to cry hard at that point. I didn't want it to be this way. The anaesthetist said it would feel like someone washing dishes in my belly for about 30 seconds and that it would take longer for them to stitch up. And he was right. About a minute later they held up my beautiful baby boy (bits first, just in case I was in any doubt) and within a couple more he was on my chest and we were having cuddles. And all the anguish about having a section went away. He was gorgeous!

So please welcome our newest addition to the family, who will hereby be referred to as The Boy

Monday, 30 May 2016

28 Weeks Pregnant: What do we actually need?

That's us reached 28 weeks and I still feel really quite laid back about the whole thing. At this stage last time I was obsessively reading baby books with the week-by-week progress charts etc. But this time round I haven't even lifted a book. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. 

Anyway, I have been thinking lately about what we actually need to buy for the baby. The answer seems to be not much. I have to confess: I am a bit of a hoarder, (I also refuse to pay ridiculous amounts of money for new stuff) so this means I have kept almost everything from when the Wee One was a baby. I refuse to throw anything that may be of use at a later date out, which means our loft is full of STUFF. 

Stuff we kept: 

Pram and car seat: I see absolutely no reason to buy a new one, since the one we had for the Wee One is still in perfectly good shape and is black and silver, so hasn't gone out of style. 

Sling: I have a lovely Close sling (I think it's a Caboo) which sadly I only used once with the Wee One (on a train journey in to town to the one and only PR event I've ever been to). I really want to do more baby-wearing this time, so I'm so glad I kept this. 

Cot: The Wee One's cot is currently dismantled and stored in our cupboard. Only thing it needs is a new mattress. 

Changing Bag: I have a plain black changing bag. It's not fancy, it certainly wasn't expensive, but it's still in great condition. I had considered buying myself a new one, but then I found this one in our cupboard. 

Bouncy chair: we kept the bouncy chair that the Wee One had (again, cos i can't throw anything out) and I'm glad we did. It's a cosy one which vibrates if needed and all we'll need to do is wash the cover. 

Clothes: lots and lots of baby clothes. Our loft is full of vacuum bags full of the Wee One's clothes that I kept. Nearer the time I'll get these down and sort out what we will keep and what's not needed. 

Stuff we had last time that I'll not buy this time:

Changing table: as good an idea as it was, our changing table was very rarely used just became a dumping ground for other stuff. We gave ours away to my brother in law, and won't be asking for it back! 

Baby bath: although we used our baby bath, the Wee One outgrew it really quickly. And what's the point in having one when we have the big bath/sink to bathe the baby in. 

Baby monitor: I dunno about baby monitors. We had one before, but it wasn't great, and it made me slightly paranoid about every little noise. Our house is small; I can hear the Wee One snoring from the bottom of the stairs, so it feels kinda unnecessary to have one when I can hear what's going on without one. 

Stuff we've had to buy: 

Moses Basket: the Moses basket we had for the Wee One was a loaner from a colleague of mine. We gave it back when the Wee One outgrew it and we found out my colleagues daughter was expecting again. So we bought one from Aldi this year in their Baby Event. It's gorgeous and only cost us £40 (Told you I don't like spending a lot of money). 

Stuff we might need:

Bottles/Steriliser: I plan to breastfeed again, but you never know, this baby might not be able to. 

Dummies: although I don't really like dummies, and we were really lucky with the Wee One (she didn't like them, or bottles for that matter) we may have to introduce the dummy at some point (though I hope not). 

So that's really all I can think of just now. What else do you think we need?

Thursday, 5 May 2016

Bank Holiday Gardening

Bank holidays don't really mean much to our family. We're an NHS family, and we don't get Bank Holidays off; my husband was working so Monday felt pretty much like an ordinary day, except the Wee One had no nursery. 

I often struggle to find things to do when schools are off. Soft play is always super busy, as are places like the Science Centre, and the weather was pretty rubbish (typically for a Bank Holiday) and we don't have much money at the moment to go places and do stuff. 

Since my dad did a lot of work in our garden last year, I've been wanting to add some colour to it. So once hubby shipped off to work, the Wee One and I headed off to B&Q for some pots and soil. 

I got 4 plastic pots, 2 bags of soil and a new watering can! My dad had given us a packet of poppy seeds and I bought some mixed wild flower seeds too. 

We've had this grey pot in the garden for years so we filled that up too and planted some seeds in it. 

Thankfully we got all our planting done before the rain and hail started! Hopefully we'll have a good bloom of flowers and maybe it will encourage some bees and butterfly's to visit the garden. 

Sunday, 24 April 2016

23 Weeks Pregnant.

I can handle the seemingly constant tiredness. 

I can handle working my 12 hour shifts and coming home with feet so achey they feel like they're burning with every step. 

I can handle being 2 stone heavier than I was pre-pregnancy (might be more, I've stopped looking). 

I can handle having nothing to wear, and living in leggings and my husband's massive Gap sweater. 

I can handle having sore boobs because every bra I own is too small, making me look like I have a UniBoob. 

I can handle having an achey back.

I can handle being most uncomfortable in the evenings when I want to relax on the sofa and I can't. 

I can handle having to pee every two minutes because it seems the baby is tap dancing on my bladder. 

What I CAN'T handle, is this endless state of erratic emotions. Bursting into tears at the most inappropriate of moments. A nice comment at work, an advert on the tv, and most recently a floor routine from the gymnastics I was watching on YouTube. 

I'm sure I wasn't like this during my first pregnancy. It comes out of absolutely nowhere. Watching tv, middle of the football, at playgroup. 

Tell me it gets better, yeah? 

Silent Sunday


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