Only a day between updates, but who cares, right?
Hips are farking sore. Getting minimal sleep. Baby moving a lot of an evening time, and right down low. Having really vivid dreams again, 3 pretty awful one's in succession over the course of last night. The last one, my daughter almost drowned, woke me in such a panic, I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest :(.
Feeling really tired this week, not sure why, I've not done anything extra to warrant said tiredness. Went to visit a work colleague today who promptly told me I look dreadful "look at those dark circles under your eyes!". Hmph.
I read through the NSW Dept of Health issued "Having a baby" or whatever it's called, but I still wanted to hear more, particularly about birth.Started reading "Up The Duff" by Kaz Cooke last week and really enjoying it, one particularly funny part made me snort:
"Marg's getting on in her pregnancy now. She just rang to say she was in the shoe shop and a woman told her she had good posture. Marg, completely vague, swollen and stuffed full of pregnancy info, meant to tell the shop assistant that's because when she walks, she 'leads with her sternum', the breastbone. Unfortunately what she actually said was she 'leads with her perineum', which is the area between the vagina and the anus"... Hahahahaha
Can't find my damn antenatal yellow card anywhere. Not inclined to tell the hospital, considering it was only replaced last visit because I'd lost my original one. Hoping it's at work.
Mum has been emailing me with potential names for the baby. "Amelia Kate Rose" was her last effort. That's after she's suggested: Lucinda, Eugenie, Molly, Georgia, Gillian... Our original plan was to have "Evelyn Kate" as the middle names, Evelyn being my Mum's middle name and Kate being my sister's name (well, she's a Katherine technically, but goes by Kate). The day we found out we were having another girl, Mum said don't use Evelyn after her because she's never liked it and never uses it. Back to the drawing board on that one
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
20 weeks.
okay, almost 21 weeks [in 2.5hrs] but it slipped my mind to post here this week.
This week I'm not feeling too bad really, apart from Thursday night when I left work early because my stomach felt so tight I couldn't even stand properly. Not Braxton Hicks, just a constant tight that wrapped around the top of my stomach and lasted about 4ish hours. Must remember to ask Midwife about this.
Having difficulty sleeping, last night was particularly bad. I seem to be able to lay only on my sides (I've never been able to sleep on my back, which proved very troublesome after my c-section) but can only last about 20 mins on each side before being woken by pain in my hips. Not sure how to remedy this, will have to try some more pillows or wrapped up towels and see how we go. It's exhausting!
Finally put some things on layby and bought some clothes for this little lady. A few rompers, bodysuits and the like, a couple of wraps and we get the car seat either this week or next. Toying with the idea of a bassinette for this one, we never had one last time, our little one was indeed very little (only 2.5kgs born) and spent the first 4 or 5 weeks sleeping in her pram because the cot just seemed far too big for her.
So, we're getting there with finding a name for this little person, 2 potential names start with "L" and one starts with "H". No doubt everyone will hate them all but meh, you can't please everyone. Ian insists that it isn't important that we decided a name now, "these things can't be rushed" he claims. Men.
All talk on the subject has been banned until further notice as we're both getting the shits, him with the fact that I want to pick something now, and me with the fact he won't commit.
Our little girl is very pleased with getting a new little sister, and even said to me tonight "Mummy I wish I had someone to play with" so I asked, "Who would you like to play with?" "My little sister" she replied. Melted me completely.
She also commented as a protective big sister yesterday, on our way to meet up with my Mum for lunch, Ian put his hand on my tummy and she said "Daddy, that's not Mummy's tummy, that's my little sister!". Aww.
I still have another 4 ish weeks until my next appointment - in the Birthing Unit. I'm preparing myself now for the howling, swearing and screaming that I'll undoubtedly be greeted with. It's really quite intimidating being in your 2nd trimester and hearing ladies in full blown labour. I remember when I was first hospitalised with my last pregnancy, I was 22 weeks, and I can vividly recall the screams and moans and groans that I first heard almost 4 years ago. Scared the living daylights out of me to be honest. At that time, I remember thinking, "thank god I'm having a c-section!". The following 3 times I was admitted to BU's it didn't bother me so much. This time round though, with the emphasis being placed on a possible VBAC, I think I'll be more terrified than ever!
This week I'm not feeling too bad really, apart from Thursday night when I left work early because my stomach felt so tight I couldn't even stand properly. Not Braxton Hicks, just a constant tight that wrapped around the top of my stomach and lasted about 4ish hours. Must remember to ask Midwife about this.
Having difficulty sleeping, last night was particularly bad. I seem to be able to lay only on my sides (I've never been able to sleep on my back, which proved very troublesome after my c-section) but can only last about 20 mins on each side before being woken by pain in my hips. Not sure how to remedy this, will have to try some more pillows or wrapped up towels and see how we go. It's exhausting!
Finally put some things on layby and bought some clothes for this little lady. A few rompers, bodysuits and the like, a couple of wraps and we get the car seat either this week or next. Toying with the idea of a bassinette for this one, we never had one last time, our little one was indeed very little (only 2.5kgs born) and spent the first 4 or 5 weeks sleeping in her pram because the cot just seemed far too big for her.
So, we're getting there with finding a name for this little person, 2 potential names start with "L" and one starts with "H". No doubt everyone will hate them all but meh, you can't please everyone. Ian insists that it isn't important that we decided a name now, "these things can't be rushed" he claims. Men.
All talk on the subject has been banned until further notice as we're both getting the shits, him with the fact that I want to pick something now, and me with the fact he won't commit.
Our little girl is very pleased with getting a new little sister, and even said to me tonight "Mummy I wish I had someone to play with" so I asked, "Who would you like to play with?" "My little sister" she replied. Melted me completely.
She also commented as a protective big sister yesterday, on our way to meet up with my Mum for lunch, Ian put his hand on my tummy and she said "Daddy, that's not Mummy's tummy, that's my little sister!". Aww.
I still have another 4 ish weeks until my next appointment - in the Birthing Unit. I'm preparing myself now for the howling, swearing and screaming that I'll undoubtedly be greeted with. It's really quite intimidating being in your 2nd trimester and hearing ladies in full blown labour. I remember when I was first hospitalised with my last pregnancy, I was 22 weeks, and I can vividly recall the screams and moans and groans that I first heard almost 4 years ago. Scared the living daylights out of me to be honest. At that time, I remember thinking, "thank god I'm having a c-section!". The following 3 times I was admitted to BU's it didn't bother me so much. This time round though, with the emphasis being placed on a possible VBAC, I think I'll be more terrified than ever!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
The blog is now pink!
So you know what that means!
Yep, we're having another little Princess! Measuring spot on for her dates which is great news, my other little one was always behind, thus always changing my due date! But here we are 19 weeks and 1 day pregnant with another little girl :)
The scan went well. They were running late and I was worried I was going to wet my pants in the waiting room, luckily a kind-hearted receptionist let me go to the loo before I was called in, or it would have been a mop and bucket job.
10 fingers, 10 toes and all the appropriate bits in between. The other good news is that my placenta isn't being a prick like last time, so I can breathe a little easier now. Although the ultrasound tech said yesterday that the placenta "looked good", I went through the results and films today with a VMO at the Hospital.
Technically, the placenta is low-lying, but not to the extent that it was in my first pregnancy. According to the High Risk Dr I saw today, low-lying means anything less than 5cms away from the os (cervix) and this one is 4.2cms away, so I will be getting re-scanned at 34 weeks to see whether it has moved etc.
Now here's the exciting news, she asked me what model of care I wanted, and I was absolutely gobsmacked that I was allowed to choose, and why can I choose?? Because I am no longer deemed High Risk!!!! Yippee!!! I have chosen to see the midwives in the evening clinic so hopefully that will rule out waiting for 2 hours like I did today.
One more piece of very exciting news, is that this Dr, who's name I can't think of at all, is encouraging me to try a VBAC! How fabulous is that! Of course, I will be encouraged assuming that all the stars align (well, no PP, no pre-E, no breech position etc). She will let me go 10 days over to go into spontaneous labour, otherwise another c-section is on the cards because she doesn't like to do inductions. BUT, she's also happy for me to have another c-section if I choose, she's leaving it up to me and I feel great knowing that I have some sort of control over things (to some extent anyway).
So, that's it for now, I will scan some pics of the new little girl tomorrow.
Yep, we're having another little Princess! Measuring spot on for her dates which is great news, my other little one was always behind, thus always changing my due date! But here we are 19 weeks and 1 day pregnant with another little girl :)
The scan went well. They were running late and I was worried I was going to wet my pants in the waiting room, luckily a kind-hearted receptionist let me go to the loo before I was called in, or it would have been a mop and bucket job.
10 fingers, 10 toes and all the appropriate bits in between. The other good news is that my placenta isn't being a prick like last time, so I can breathe a little easier now. Although the ultrasound tech said yesterday that the placenta "looked good", I went through the results and films today with a VMO at the Hospital.
Technically, the placenta is low-lying, but not to the extent that it was in my first pregnancy. According to the High Risk Dr I saw today, low-lying means anything less than 5cms away from the os (cervix) and this one is 4.2cms away, so I will be getting re-scanned at 34 weeks to see whether it has moved etc.
Now here's the exciting news, she asked me what model of care I wanted, and I was absolutely gobsmacked that I was allowed to choose, and why can I choose?? Because I am no longer deemed High Risk!!!! Yippee!!! I have chosen to see the midwives in the evening clinic so hopefully that will rule out waiting for 2 hours like I did today.
One more piece of very exciting news, is that this Dr, who's name I can't think of at all, is encouraging me to try a VBAC! How fabulous is that! Of course, I will be encouraged assuming that all the stars align (well, no PP, no pre-E, no breech position etc). She will let me go 10 days over to go into spontaneous labour, otherwise another c-section is on the cards because she doesn't like to do inductions. BUT, she's also happy for me to have another c-section if I choose, she's leaving it up to me and I feel great knowing that I have some sort of control over things (to some extent anyway).
So, that's it for now, I will scan some pics of the new little girl tomorrow.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
So, ultrasound is tomorrow morning. 11.30am. Shitting myself.
Feeling uneasy about the whole placenta praevia likelihood. When I saw the FS before conceiving this little treasure, he told me that my risk was only 2% - not too shabby, or so I thought, until he pointed out that I only had a 1% chance with my daughter's pregnancy, and managed to wind up with it.
I have had different midwives tell me though, that PPIV babies are miracle babies. Basically, they implant at the last possible time before becoming a miscarriage, so the ones that 'make it' are meant to be.
Preparing myself for the prospect of getting sick on the ultrasound bed...Freaking at how I'll react to the news of PP. *Sigh*
Feeling uneasy about the whole placenta praevia likelihood. When I saw the FS before conceiving this little treasure, he told me that my risk was only 2% - not too shabby, or so I thought, until he pointed out that I only had a 1% chance with my daughter's pregnancy, and managed to wind up with it.
I have had different midwives tell me though, that PPIV babies are miracle babies. Basically, they implant at the last possible time before becoming a miscarriage, so the ones that 'make it' are meant to be.
Preparing myself for the prospect of getting sick on the ultrasound bed...Freaking at how I'll react to the news of PP. *Sigh*
Sunday, June 22, 2008
18 weeks.
Sad. Weepy. Sluggish in body and mind.
Since my visit to the Hospital last week, I've found myself overly emotional and anxious. I think a lot of it has to do with being back at that hospital. The hospital where I should have delivered my daughter. The hospital that told me not to go back should I have another bleed. The hospital with the mean midwife who wasn't interested in me or my baby.
I've burst into tears a lot today. Nothing to trigger it. Same with last night. Ever thoughtful and caring husband's words of wisdom "Well, you wanted to be pregnant". Jackass.
There are things I need to work through, I admit that much. It's only sinking in now exactly how stressful my pregnancy with my daughter was and how adamant it has made me to not allow the same circumstances to arise again (the part where my placenta embedded I could not control, obviously, nor the APH's, or the need for a c-section, the list goes on).
AND? PTSD? Possibly? Having a horrific pregnancy, a c-section, premature baby, then learning that my beautiful daughter has a life-long, incurable disabilty. It could be on the cards.
Stay tuned.
On the brighter side though, baby kicked me really hard last night that it actually made me jump!
1 week til Ultrasound. I've changed the background layout to blue, I'm certain this one's a boy.
Since my visit to the Hospital last week, I've found myself overly emotional and anxious. I think a lot of it has to do with being back at that hospital. The hospital where I should have delivered my daughter. The hospital that told me not to go back should I have another bleed. The hospital with the mean midwife who wasn't interested in me or my baby.
I've burst into tears a lot today. Nothing to trigger it. Same with last night. Ever thoughtful and caring husband's words of wisdom "Well, you wanted to be pregnant". Jackass.
There are things I need to work through, I admit that much. It's only sinking in now exactly how stressful my pregnancy with my daughter was and how adamant it has made me to not allow the same circumstances to arise again (the part where my placenta embedded I could not control, obviously, nor the APH's, or the need for a c-section, the list goes on).
AND? PTSD? Possibly? Having a horrific pregnancy, a c-section, premature baby, then learning that my beautiful daughter has a life-long, incurable disabilty. It could be on the cards.
Stay tuned.
On the brighter side though, baby kicked me really hard last night that it actually made me jump!
1 week til Ultrasound. I've changed the background layout to blue, I'm certain this one's a boy.
Friday, June 20, 2008
17 weeks.
I had my first appointment back at the hospital on Wednesday and I hated every second of it.
I picked an 8am appointment because it would be the first of the day, so no waiting for us. Wrong. It was 8.25 when I was called in to see the midwife from hell. She was such an awful person, no people skills. She wouldn't listen to anything I had to say, other than checking my blood pressure asked no more questions about how I was etc.
All my files were there from the previous hospital that I booked into when we lived in a different catchment, so essentially, it wasn't a first appointment at all. So, imagine my surprise when I asked as she finished all the paperwork (that had already been done a few weeks ago, all she had to do was update my BP) if we could listen to the heartbeat, she refused as "we don't do that on first appointments". I know it's only something minor, but it pissed me off no end. I wanted to burst into tears. Is it really so much to ask? The doppler was within arms reach, and I honestly think she just couldn't be bothered, as she looked over at it, then at me, then back at the doppler before saying no, then saying I had to leave.
Feeling a lot more movements now, mainly on the right hand side. Booked in for morphology Ultrasound on the 30th of June.
ETA - They've deemed me High Risk (again) despite not having any conclusive results to indicate that I am, in fact, high risk. VMO appointment on July 1st.
I picked an 8am appointment because it would be the first of the day, so no waiting for us. Wrong. It was 8.25 when I was called in to see the midwife from hell. She was such an awful person, no people skills. She wouldn't listen to anything I had to say, other than checking my blood pressure asked no more questions about how I was etc.
All my files were there from the previous hospital that I booked into when we lived in a different catchment, so essentially, it wasn't a first appointment at all. So, imagine my surprise when I asked as she finished all the paperwork (that had already been done a few weeks ago, all she had to do was update my BP) if we could listen to the heartbeat, she refused as "we don't do that on first appointments". I know it's only something minor, but it pissed me off no end. I wanted to burst into tears. Is it really so much to ask? The doppler was within arms reach, and I honestly think she just couldn't be bothered, as she looked over at it, then at me, then back at the doppler before saying no, then saying I had to leave.
Feeling a lot more movements now, mainly on the right hand side. Booked in for morphology Ultrasound on the 30th of June.
ETA - They've deemed me High Risk (again) despite not having any conclusive results to indicate that I am, in fact, high risk. VMO appointment on July 1st.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Writing a birth plan?
Where to start? What to include?
* Pain relief - or would I not have a say in that given it would be a c-section?
* Husband to cut cord?
* Support people?
* Visitors - obviously.
* Feeding
* Skin to skin contact?
* Sleeping?
* Pain relief - or would I not have a say in that given it would be a c-section?
* Husband to cut cord?
* Support people?
* Visitors - obviously.
* Feeding
* Skin to skin contact?
* Sleeping?
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