Reasons I am grateful:
-I managed to avoid the dreaded manflu for most of the time my family was terribly afflicted, and having now contracted it I seem to have a much lighter case than them (funny about that!) really do miss my sense of smell and taste though...
-I have the most amazing friends. I realised it yesterday when most of our friends hiked around an hours drive to our house my my princess's birthday party. Then I was a terrible hostess, we ran out of sausages and had no tissues. I was pretty rude to most I suspect, feeling like crap and all. Yet they all took it, and claimed to have had a good time! Thanks to you all :)
-We ran out of toilet paper after everyone left!
-My Mum has been wonderful lately. Has been known for not being overly reliable in her day but has been really making life easier over the last few months and has just totally rearranged her working life so that I could...
-RING AND CANCEL DAYCARE!!! It was such a weight off my shoulders. I felt sick leaving my big boy crying, but worst of all, 9 month old babies just don't belong in daycare :( It broke my heart to leave him there, he would have no idea where I had gone and when I'd come back. No one there he even knew :( But hopefully never again, god love Mum!
-speaking of mother's can't go without praising my MIL who has been here for about a month. In that time I seriously haven't washed a DISH! She is awesome, I am very lucky!
-I am really enjoying the NICU course! I knew I would, but so glad it's working out ok :)
I think that's all, but pretty impressed with my list given I can barely breathe, can't smell, taste or hear very well atm.
ohh funny story I have to add..
We had chicken curry Friday night, you know the Thai green ones in the jar. Anyway...I made it up, couldn't smell it at all so just guessed everything. Serve it up and start feeding the little guy. He screws up his face so I blow on it, too hot obviously. I'm wolfing into mine as I feed him, everyone else arriving at the table at the time. MIL has a few mouthfuls and says 'um..this is a bit too hot!' She couldn't even eat it!! My poor baby!! The kids start crying needing water for their burning 'wips'. Poor things, so snadwiches all round except for me and Mark who ate the lot without tasting a single thing, lol! Atti did eat a fair bit, he likes Chilli. But apparently more than his poor belly could handle, his nappy couldn't hold the result the next morning. Thanksfully while I was in the shower. Oh should add that to my grateful list :P
Oh edited to add another to my list:
-Mark put on a homebrew ginger beer for me, will be all go in a few weeks, yay!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL GIRL!!
*sob* why do I always cry on my kids birthdays?? It's a good cry though...
After feeling like it may never happen and booking in for a medical induction on the Monday, I woke up on Saturday the 23rd of July 2005 12 days overdue with strong Braxton hicks and tummy cramps at 2.30am. After a big clearout (nice!) the Braxton hicks continues although not consistently. I couldn’t sleep so got up and did lots of walking around the house folding washing etc. The clearout continued so I got a bit excited thinking maybe this is it! After posting here and in my due in July group I decided to ‘do a Kate’ and try to feel my cervix. The baby’s head was right down which she hadn’t been a few ours earlier, and just touching my cervix set off massive contractions. I woke Mark to put on the TENS machine, he didn’t quite know what was going on and wanted to know if we’d make it to Jasper’s swimming that morning, lol!
He went back to bed and I was happy to keep walking and squatting during contractions happily alone. I spoke to my baby a bit telling her how excited I was that we would get to meet her soon and how glad I was that she had chosen today to be her birthday. By 5.30am the contractions were consistently about 7 minutes apart and I was still happy in between but I felt a distinct shift in them, they became serious. I think this really was when my labour actually started. I kneeled over the gym ball during contractions and watched good morning America in between. At 6am I was getting pretty bored so woke Mark. I actually got pretty cranky because he took a while to work out what was happening, lol! I got him to ring my friend who would look after Jasper at 6.30am and my midwife Dale at about 7am. Contractions were really strong and about 3 minutes apart by this stage; I wasn’t feeling I could cope at all. Susan came to pick up Jasper (my beautiful boy slept through the night for the first time in ages) and I was really emotional seeing him leave. Dale arrived at the same time and did an internal. I was devastated to be only 3 cms dilated. She said that it was great and it wouldn’t be long but I was convinced I had hours to go. She went home to have breakfast and told me to ring when I wanted to go into the birth centre. I decided pretty soon after that I needed to go, my house was really cold and I wanted to get in the bath. The drive to the hospital was AWFUL, I never want to have to get into a car in labour again! The lovely Dale had the bath ready for me when I arrived and I got straight in. I have no idea how long I spent there, it was probably an hour or 2 but it was wonderful between contractions. I had all these things to tell myself during contractions but it was a real fight in my head with the huge part of me screaming ‘noooo’. I chanted in my head ‘800,000 woman are doing this at this exact moment too and I’m fine’. Mark was great, seems to know that I need him to sit there and not say anything! All I wanted was a hand to squeeze and him to tell me I was fine when I told him I couldn’t do it anymore. Dale eventually suggested I get out, as the dr wanted a CTG because I was post dates. I was happy for a change but regretted it the second I got out. Barring something seriously wrong I will NEVER have a CTG again in labour. I absolutely hate anything on my stomach during contractions it tripled the intensity of contractions and after a few minutes I ripped it off. Dale tried (not very hard, lol) to convince me to have it a bit longer. I had a bit of gas at this stage too, which does nothing for me.
I decided at this point that enough was enough and I needed an epidural. Dale said it was probably too late but I was sure I would only be 5cms. One horrendous internal later I was 8cms. I still told her I needed one and she went along with it, getting me up to delivery suite. I was leaning over the hospital bed end face first in a pillow when the anaesthetist came in and started explaining the risks etc. I very calmly told her to shut up and put it in! She was preparing all the things (while I secretly pushed, lol!) and must have happened to look at my rear end and said ‘ah no epidural for you, membranes are bulging’. I had a bit of a panic feeling I couldn’t do it without one but Dale was wonderful, saying that yes it will hurt but it will be all over soon. She got warm compresses and held them to my perineum to help stop tearing while I pushed. After a few pushes my membranes ruptured and it felt amazing. Mark had a look and said ‘she’s got lots of hair’ which totally amazed me, I remember thinking what the f*%$ is he thinking, who gives a damn about hair, I’m pushing a BABY out, lol!
I felt her crowning, which I really love too, I find it much less painful that 1st stage labour. I felt a tear and new it was big despite really easing her head out. On my perineum she wiggled her head around which REALLY hurt. One more push and she was between my knees. She screamed almost straight away, I rolled over trying not to pull the cord on my tear (ouch) and held her. She was really mushed and cranky, yelling more than crying. She took a while to stop enough to breastfeed, but then fed beautifully for 30 minutes or so.
I had a 3rd degree tear which I’m sure was unavoidable after my previous episiotomy. I had planned to have a natural third stage but Scarlett’s cord had stopped pulsating and I was having really uncomfortable cramps. There seems no reason to not have the injection and the placenta came out minutes after.
And there you have it, my beautiful, precious baby girl was here.
Will add birthday photos later!
After feeling like it may never happen and booking in for a medical induction on the Monday, I woke up on Saturday the 23rd of July 2005 12 days overdue with strong Braxton hicks and tummy cramps at 2.30am. After a big clearout (nice!) the Braxton hicks continues although not consistently. I couldn’t sleep so got up and did lots of walking around the house folding washing etc. The clearout continued so I got a bit excited thinking maybe this is it! After posting here and in my due in July group I decided to ‘do a Kate’ and try to feel my cervix. The baby’s head was right down which she hadn’t been a few ours earlier, and just touching my cervix set off massive contractions. I woke Mark to put on the TENS machine, he didn’t quite know what was going on and wanted to know if we’d make it to Jasper’s swimming that morning, lol!
He went back to bed and I was happy to keep walking and squatting during contractions happily alone. I spoke to my baby a bit telling her how excited I was that we would get to meet her soon and how glad I was that she had chosen today to be her birthday. By 5.30am the contractions were consistently about 7 minutes apart and I was still happy in between but I felt a distinct shift in them, they became serious. I think this really was when my labour actually started. I kneeled over the gym ball during contractions and watched good morning America in between. At 6am I was getting pretty bored so woke Mark. I actually got pretty cranky because he took a while to work out what was happening, lol! I got him to ring my friend who would look after Jasper at 6.30am and my midwife Dale at about 7am. Contractions were really strong and about 3 minutes apart by this stage; I wasn’t feeling I could cope at all. Susan came to pick up Jasper (my beautiful boy slept through the night for the first time in ages) and I was really emotional seeing him leave. Dale arrived at the same time and did an internal. I was devastated to be only 3 cms dilated. She said that it was great and it wouldn’t be long but I was convinced I had hours to go. She went home to have breakfast and told me to ring when I wanted to go into the birth centre. I decided pretty soon after that I needed to go, my house was really cold and I wanted to get in the bath. The drive to the hospital was AWFUL, I never want to have to get into a car in labour again! The lovely Dale had the bath ready for me when I arrived and I got straight in. I have no idea how long I spent there, it was probably an hour or 2 but it was wonderful between contractions. I had all these things to tell myself during contractions but it was a real fight in my head with the huge part of me screaming ‘noooo’. I chanted in my head ‘800,000 woman are doing this at this exact moment too and I’m fine’. Mark was great, seems to know that I need him to sit there and not say anything! All I wanted was a hand to squeeze and him to tell me I was fine when I told him I couldn’t do it anymore. Dale eventually suggested I get out, as the dr wanted a CTG because I was post dates. I was happy for a change but regretted it the second I got out. Barring something seriously wrong I will NEVER have a CTG again in labour. I absolutely hate anything on my stomach during contractions it tripled the intensity of contractions and after a few minutes I ripped it off. Dale tried (not very hard, lol) to convince me to have it a bit longer. I had a bit of gas at this stage too, which does nothing for me.
I decided at this point that enough was enough and I needed an epidural. Dale said it was probably too late but I was sure I would only be 5cms. One horrendous internal later I was 8cms. I still told her I needed one and she went along with it, getting me up to delivery suite. I was leaning over the hospital bed end face first in a pillow when the anaesthetist came in and started explaining the risks etc. I very calmly told her to shut up and put it in! She was preparing all the things (while I secretly pushed, lol!) and must have happened to look at my rear end and said ‘ah no epidural for you, membranes are bulging’. I had a bit of a panic feeling I couldn’t do it without one but Dale was wonderful, saying that yes it will hurt but it will be all over soon. She got warm compresses and held them to my perineum to help stop tearing while I pushed. After a few pushes my membranes ruptured and it felt amazing. Mark had a look and said ‘she’s got lots of hair’ which totally amazed me, I remember thinking what the f*%$ is he thinking, who gives a damn about hair, I’m pushing a BABY out, lol!
I felt her crowning, which I really love too, I find it much less painful that 1st stage labour. I felt a tear and new it was big despite really easing her head out. On my perineum she wiggled her head around which REALLY hurt. One more push and she was between my knees. She screamed almost straight away, I rolled over trying not to pull the cord on my tear (ouch) and held her. She was really mushed and cranky, yelling more than crying. She took a while to stop enough to breastfeed, but then fed beautifully for 30 minutes or so.
I had a 3rd degree tear which I’m sure was unavoidable after my previous episiotomy. I had planned to have a natural third stage but Scarlett’s cord had stopped pulsating and I was having really uncomfortable cramps. There seems no reason to not have the injection and the placenta came out minutes after.
And there you have it, my beautiful, precious baby girl was here.
Will add birthday photos later!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sick yet again
We have pretty much had sickness in the house since our housewarming party. The little one has been snotty and coughing since then anyway. Mark has been sick with manflu for at least 2 weeks and showing no sign of improvement. I have been coughing for a week or so although thankfully that's been all for me. And today my poor princess on the eve of her birthday is snotty and miserable :( I convinced everyone (except MIL :P) today to take a shot of breastmilk up the nose, lol! Not sure if it's helped but everyone has lined up one by one to lie on my lap for some pre expressed milk in a syringe to be squirted up there noses. Will repeat tonight and hope for improvement, I want everyone better tomorrow for big three year old celebrations!
So please send some bugs be gone vibes to our snotty house!
So please send some bugs be gone vibes to our snotty house!
Monday, July 21, 2008
The art of procrastination...
I am the world champion that is for sure! Have committed myself to too much as usual and will probably do a crap job of all of it. Really should be doing the respiratory modules for the course ready for the study day Thursday. Really should be researching the co sleeping talk I am giving at the ABA branch conference with the lovely Michelle. Not to mention the breastfeeding counselling Really should be making pants for the princess for her birthday. Really should be making lunch for our friends who are coming over tomorrow.
See there is the issue really...where to start??
See there is the issue really...where to start??
Sunday, July 13, 2008
6 Glorious years :)
This time 6 years ago....well I was probably half tanked (rofl!) but it was also about halfway through our wedding reception...Hard to believe it's been that long but it does also seem like a lifetime ago. So much has happened in that time, most importantly three gorgeous amazing little humans were created..
As usual, we never do much to mark the day although sadly this is the first year we have decided not to exchange cards for environmental reasons. And romantically, I spent most of the day at work while Mark spent it with his mum and the kids.
But still, I am using today to remind myself how incredibly lucky I am to have such a wonderful, supportive, awesome etc husband *gush* :P
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US :)
As usual, we never do much to mark the day although sadly this is the first year we have decided not to exchange cards for environmental reasons. And romantically, I spent most of the day at work while Mark spent it with his mum and the kids.
But still, I am using today to remind myself how incredibly lucky I am to have such a wonderful, supportive, awesome etc husband *gush* :P
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US :)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Little one photos
My teeny baby was having a ball yesterday playing outside. The weather was horrid, it was bloooooooody cold but he just loves it! He was rugged up and even had the usual man tights on (best idea ever!) but of course got soaking wet with hands of ice anyway. It all ended with a big warm bath and booby of course.
For those who know us well...yes that is the pot of placenta he is playing in rofl! Should be well decomposed by now :P
For those who know us well...yes that is the pot of placenta he is playing in rofl! Should be well decomposed by now :P
The biggest bed in the wooooorld!!
Well it'd be up there :P
We have new sleeping arrangements in our household. After a few very cold night where Mark was bed hopping with the big monsters and I was warm but no less sleep deprived with the little one we decided to look outside the square and try something different. I felt that my sleepless nights mightn't be so bad if I got to at least spend it in the same bed as my husband. And Mark was just sick of having to move from bed to bed. So the biggest bed in the world was born! The kids room now is totally bare with the exception of a toddler bed, a king sized mattress and 2 single beds side by side wall to wall. And our room has all the tall boys/ storage etc. It's working surprisingly well tbh. I can put clothes away while kids are asleep with the light on. In fact I have a room I can just dump the clothes in so they aren't on my couch!
Photos are crappy, I had the wrong lens on the camera and couldn't be bothered changing it to a smaller one!
Now I know you are all wondering...Mark and I get by just fine :P
We have new sleeping arrangements in our household. After a few very cold night where Mark was bed hopping with the big monsters and I was warm but no less sleep deprived with the little one we decided to look outside the square and try something different. I felt that my sleepless nights mightn't be so bad if I got to at least spend it in the same bed as my husband. And Mark was just sick of having to move from bed to bed. So the biggest bed in the world was born! The kids room now is totally bare with the exception of a toddler bed, a king sized mattress and 2 single beds side by side wall to wall. And our room has all the tall boys/ storage etc. It's working surprisingly well tbh. I can put clothes away while kids are asleep with the light on. In fact I have a room I can just dump the clothes in so they aren't on my couch!
Photos are crappy, I had the wrong lens on the camera and couldn't be bothered changing it to a smaller one!
Now I know you are all wondering...Mark and I get by just fine :P
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