5 days past her due date and still no sign of the baby.
Seeing as I never actually went into labour I'm not much help, so I'm throwing it out to you guys in blog-land. What are your best tips for bringing on labour?
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Advice Needed....
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.... Not for me. For my friend Dez.
5 days past her due date and still no sign of the baby.
Seeing as I never actually went into labour I'm not much help, so I'm throwing it out to you guys in blog-land. What are your best tips for bringing on labour?
5 days past her due date and still no sign of the baby.
Seeing as I never actually went into labour I'm not much help, so I'm throwing it out to you guys in blog-land. What are your best tips for bringing on labour?
40 Weeks
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My friend Dez is very, very pregnant. Her due date has come and gone and her baby is still in her belly. I can't imagine that he's staying put for the comfort factor, he can't possibly have a millimeter to spare in there.I had been a week since I last saw her and I couldn't believe how much more her belly had 'popped'.
Absolutely gorgeous! Definitely makes me what to get pregnant again!!
Good Bye 2009
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This year has been a great one for the Big Man and I. I think it is one of those years that I will look back on and smile about in the years and decades to come.
Of course it hasn't been all smooth sailing, but the good this year has by far out weighed the bad.
2009 Highlights (in chronological order):
I hope you all have a wonderful 2010!
T xx
Of course it hasn't been all smooth sailing, but the good this year has by far out weighed the bad.
2009 Highlights (in chronological order):
- Adopting Ollie, our laid back, cruisey Cat
- Finding a great job that I really enjoy and having the added bonus of working with a fantastic group of people
- Finding out that I was pregnant
- Telling the Big Man that were going to have a baby
- Telling our families and friends about the baby
- Seeing Max for the first time at our 10 week scan
- All of the pregnancy milestones, first kick, first kick that the Big Man felt, seeing Max move inside my belly, first hiccups, etc
- Not getting fired from that job when I needed a lot of time off through out my pregnancy
- Celebrating my first wedding anniversary
- Seeing Beyonce in concert
- Cooper turning two and finally turning into a sane dog rather than a uber-excited puppy
- My Baby Shower
- Giving birth
- Sharing Max with all of our Families
- Having my Family visit for Christmas
- Celebrating the New Year with thew Big Man's Family
I hope you all have a wonderful 2010!
T xx
Happy, but Sore and Tired
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I'm still loving being Max's Mum and he's still a great little baby....
But because I've been feeling so good, I think I might have started to overdo it a bit. The last three days have been really busy. On Wednesday the Big Man and I took Max to my work to meet everyone and then spent a couple of hours getting photos printed and doing some shopping. The next day we did a few hours of Christmas shopping with my Sister and the Big Man's parents. And yesterday we sent out to the airport to pick up the Big Man's Grandparent's. Unlucky for me, they came into one of the further-est gates and we had to do a load of walking.
All completely worthwhile trips and I enjoyed all of it, but during the night I woke up really sore. It's not just along my scar that is hurting, my tummy muscles and back are really achy too. It's not too bad, nothing like the first couple of days that we were home from the hospital. Just enough discomfort to remind me that it has only been two and a bit weeks since I had the Caesar and that I should still be taking it easy.
The Big Man's Parent's, Grandparent's and Aunty have left again now and I have a few days before my Brother-in-Law, Niece and Mum arrive for the holidays. So I think I will spend the next couple of days hanging out on the couch and taking afternoon naps.
Hopefully I will be back to feeling great in just a couple of days.
T xx
But because I've been feeling so good, I think I might have started to overdo it a bit. The last three days have been really busy. On Wednesday the Big Man and I took Max to my work to meet everyone and then spent a couple of hours getting photos printed and doing some shopping. The next day we did a few hours of Christmas shopping with my Sister and the Big Man's parents. And yesterday we sent out to the airport to pick up the Big Man's Grandparent's. Unlucky for me, they came into one of the further-est gates and we had to do a load of walking.
All completely worthwhile trips and I enjoyed all of it, but during the night I woke up really sore. It's not just along my scar that is hurting, my tummy muscles and back are really achy too. It's not too bad, nothing like the first couple of days that we were home from the hospital. Just enough discomfort to remind me that it has only been two and a bit weeks since I had the Caesar and that I should still be taking it easy.
The Big Man's Parent's, Grandparent's and Aunty have left again now and I have a few days before my Brother-in-Law, Niece and Mum arrive for the holidays. So I think I will spend the next couple of days hanging out on the couch and taking afternoon naps.
Hopefully I will be back to feeling great in just a couple of days.
T xx
Five Days in Hospital
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Including the day that Max was born, he and I spent five days in the hospital. For my first baby it was the perfect amount of time. I wouldn't have wanted to go home any sooner, but I was definitely ready to leave by Sunday morning.
After the first day and night Max spent all of his time in my room with me and the visitors that we had. Although he did go back to the Well Baby Nursery for part of the second night, I was given painkillers that made me feel really drowsy so they took him away. Once I woke up and fed him at 3am I was feeling fine so they let him stay the rest of the night with me. I chose not to take those painkillers again, I preferred to have Max in the room with me and a little bit of pain was easy to put up with.
Each day that I was in the hospital the Big Man would spend the day with us. We mostly just hung out in my room, watched the cricket and held Max.
In the afternoon of day two my Mum arrived and then stayed for two days. It was great, she got plenty of hugs with Max and it also gave the me a chance to get out of the room several times and go for short walks with the Big Man.
On day three a got a small dose of the baby blues, it seemed to come and go over the next two days. I'm still really emotional now, but I think it is just my hormones sorting themselves back out :)
My milk came in on day four, which was something that I had been anxious about. I really didn't want to go home before it had happened. It's silly, but I was so happy to be able to give Max really good feeds, I felt like I was being a good Mum!
All in all it was a great hospital to have a baby at. The staff at the hospital were all really great. Once they realised that the Big Man and I were comfortable taking care of Max on our own and that I was feeding easily, they left us alone most of the time. They came in when it was time to weigh or bath or do tests with Max and I was always able to talk to someone if I buzzed, but I was glad that they weren't constantly in my room checking up on me. Even the food was really nice, definitely not the nasty hospital food that I had heard about!
Overall, a very nice experience!
T xx
After the first day and night Max spent all of his time in my room with me and the visitors that we had. Although he did go back to the Well Baby Nursery for part of the second night, I was given painkillers that made me feel really drowsy so they took him away. Once I woke up and fed him at 3am I was feeling fine so they let him stay the rest of the night with me. I chose not to take those painkillers again, I preferred to have Max in the room with me and a little bit of pain was easy to put up with.
Each day that I was in the hospital the Big Man would spend the day with us. We mostly just hung out in my room, watched the cricket and held Max.
In the afternoon of day two my Mum arrived and then stayed for two days. It was great, she got plenty of hugs with Max and it also gave the me a chance to get out of the room several times and go for short walks with the Big Man.
On day three a got a small dose of the baby blues, it seemed to come and go over the next two days. I'm still really emotional now, but I think it is just my hormones sorting themselves back out :)
My milk came in on day four, which was something that I had been anxious about. I really didn't want to go home before it had happened. It's silly, but I was so happy to be able to give Max really good feeds, I felt like I was being a good Mum!
All in all it was a great hospital to have a baby at. The staff at the hospital were all really great. Once they realised that the Big Man and I were comfortable taking care of Max on our own and that I was feeding easily, they left us alone most of the time. They came in when it was time to weigh or bath or do tests with Max and I was always able to talk to someone if I buzzed, but I was glad that they weren't constantly in my room checking up on me. Even the food was really nice, definitely not the nasty hospital food that I had heard about!
Overall, a very nice experience!T xx
Max Riley - Birth Story
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On the morning of the 2nd of December we had a really early start. We needed to be at the hospital by 6am, so we were up and about at 4.30. The night before I had been really (really, really) emotional, to the point of hysterics and crying, which I think was just due to anxiety. But from when I woke up on the Wednesday morning all of the anxiety was gone, I was still nervous, but mainly just excited.
We left home at 5.30 and checked into the hospital at 6. We were taken to my room and after about half an hour a midwife gave me a hospital gown and some compression stockings to put on. A little while later an orderly and another midwife came in and they took us upstairs to the theatre.
Before we went in, the Big Man got changed into his scrubs and each of the theatre staff came out and introduced themselves to us and told us what their role would be in the caesar. Next up the anesthetist came and put the drip into my hand and I was wheeled into the operating theater.
Once we were in there the theatre nurse talked me through the epidural and the obstetrician explained how the caesar would be performed and what would happen at each step. Information overload! I started to get really nervous, mainly about the epidural. The Big Man had to sit in the corner whilst the epidural was done, but the theatre nurse and orderly held my hands and talked to me whilst it was being done. I was really worried that they would try and distract me, but they were really good and let me know exactly what was happening and what to expect next.
The epidural started working almost straight away and I was moved over to the operating table and had a catheter inserted (I was really nervous about this too, but I didn't feel a thing). Not long after that they started the operation, I didn't feel any pain, but there was lots of pulling and pressure. The Big Man wanted to stand up and watch the operation over the top of the curtain that they put up, but I was still scared and asked him to sit with me and hold my hand. The theatre nurse sat on the other side of me and told me what was happening. After about 5 minutes I started to relax, so the Big Man stood up. Turns out it was perfect timing. As he stood up they made the last incision and the nurse let me know that I was going to be feeling someone putting a lot of pressure on the top of my stomach (to help push the baby out). The Big Man got to see the obstetrician pull the baby's head out. As they pulled the baby out completely they dropped the drapes down so that I could see as well and I saw my baby for the first time :).
The moment I saw him was absolutely magical and I will never forget it. He was pulling a really cranky face, but didn't really cry much at first. The pediatrician, midwife and the Big Man took him over to the warming tray (I have no idea what it is really called) and did all sorts of things to him like clearing his lungs, warming him up, and the Big Man got to trim down his umbilical cord. The whole time Max was over on the table I watched what was happening and said silly things to no-one in particular like 'I just had a baby' and 'that's my baby over there' and 'did you see him, he's perfect'! Madly in love from the minute he was born :)
At one point the pediatrician came over and let me know that Max had a fair bit of fluid in his lungs and was 'gurgly'. This meant that he would have to go to the special care nursery. I asked how long he would need to be in there and I was told it could be anywhere from one hour to 24 hours and if it was worse than they thought he might need to be transferred to the Royal Women's and Children's Hospital. But the pediatrician said that he didn't think it was too bad and they I could still have a hold of him before they took him away.
The midwife bought him over all wrapped up and handed him to me. Amazing! I think the photo explains how I was feeling better than words will ever be able to... Like I said, love at first sight!
I held him for about 5 minutes, but then I got nauseous and started to have trouble breathing. They took Max off me and handed him to the Big Man who was sitting next to me. I remember asking the nurse if she could hold the sick bag on the other side so that I could see the baby and if I could please have a drink of water so that I could actually throw up. She said no to both :(
After a couple of minutes I started to feel better and the midwife took the Big Man and Max away so that he could be weighed and be put on oxygen in the nursery. At that point I started crying because I didn't know when I was going to get to see Max again.
The obstetrician finished sewing me up and I was transferred through to recovery. I stayed there for about 20 minutes before I was taken back down to my room. I was desperately hoping that the Big Man and Max would be waiting in my room for me, but they were both still in the special care nursery. The midwife went and got the Big Man for me and he filled me in on how Max was doing and told me his weight and vital stats.
Over the next four hours I think I asked to see Max about 40 times, but because I couldn't get out of bed and Max wasn't allowed to leave the nursery it didn't happen. The Big Man spent most of that time in the nursery, but came back every half hour to let me know how Max was doing.
Around lunch time the Big Man convinced one of the nurses to bring Max into me for a visit and I was finally allowed to hold him again. But because he was still cold and not quite getting enough oxygen I wasn't able to unwrap him or feed him. The took him away again and I expressed so that he could be fed with a syringe (which he spat out anyway).
I must have had a lot of morphine and adrenaline in my system because I stayed happy and excited the whole time. Beforehand, I had thought that if something stopped me from holding and feeding Max straight away I would be an absolute wreck.
At three o'clock the Big Man's parents, my Dad and my sister arrived and the Big Man took each of them through to the nursery to look at Max. The pediatrician also came in and told me that Max would be released at 6pm. Happy news indeed!
It only got better from there... the midwife came in at 4pm and let me know that Max was being released early! They bought him in and all of the family cleared out so that I could finally hold him up to my chest and feed him. He was an absolute natural and fed like a champion. I was over the moon to finally get to feed him and spend some quality one on one time with him. The Big Man and I were so happy to finally have him with us both and it was one of the major highlights of the day.
The rest of the afternoon was a bit of a blur, Max got passed around between the family members, the Big Man and I and a million photos were taken. Our family left at about 7.30 and the Big Man and I marveled over Max for another couple of hours before the Big Man headed home as well. Max and I hung out together for another hour and then they took him away so that I could get some sleep. I asked if I could keep him with me overnight, but because I still wasn't able to sit up on my own or get out of bed they took him to the well baby nursery.
I slept like a baby, but woke up at 2.3oam and released that they still hadn't bought him in for a feed. I buzzed the nurses and they woke him up and bought him in. I hung on to him for as long as possible before they came and took him back to the nursery. The next morning I woke up at 5.30am. I knew that they were bringing Max in at 6am, so I just sat in bed and waited. I didn't turn on the tv or read, I just sat there and kept running through the previous day in my head with a huge smile on my face.
It was a long day and it didn't go exactly how I had planned, but it was still perfect and was easily the best day of my life.
T xx
We left home at 5.30 and checked into the hospital at 6. We were taken to my room and after about half an hour a midwife gave me a hospital gown and some compression stockings to put on. A little while later an orderly and another midwife came in and they took us upstairs to the theatre.
Before we went in, the Big Man got changed into his scrubs and each of the theatre staff came out and introduced themselves to us and told us what their role would be in the caesar. Next up the anesthetist came and put the drip into my hand and I was wheeled into the operating theater.
Once we were in there the theatre nurse talked me through the epidural and the obstetrician explained how the caesar would be performed and what would happen at each step. Information overload! I started to get really nervous, mainly about the epidural. The Big Man had to sit in the corner whilst the epidural was done, but the theatre nurse and orderly held my hands and talked to me whilst it was being done. I was really worried that they would try and distract me, but they were really good and let me know exactly what was happening and what to expect next.
The epidural started working almost straight away and I was moved over to the operating table and had a catheter inserted (I was really nervous about this too, but I didn't feel a thing). Not long after that they started the operation, I didn't feel any pain, but there was lots of pulling and pressure. The Big Man wanted to stand up and watch the operation over the top of the curtain that they put up, but I was still scared and asked him to sit with me and hold my hand. The theatre nurse sat on the other side of me and told me what was happening. After about 5 minutes I started to relax, so the Big Man stood up. Turns out it was perfect timing. As he stood up they made the last incision and the nurse let me know that I was going to be feeling someone putting a lot of pressure on the top of my stomach (to help push the baby out). The Big Man got to see the obstetrician pull the baby's head out. As they pulled the baby out completely they dropped the drapes down so that I could see as well and I saw my baby for the first time :).
The moment I saw him was absolutely magical and I will never forget it. He was pulling a really cranky face, but didn't really cry much at first. The pediatrician, midwife and the Big Man took him over to the warming tray (I have no idea what it is really called) and did all sorts of things to him like clearing his lungs, warming him up, and the Big Man got to trim down his umbilical cord. The whole time Max was over on the table I watched what was happening and said silly things to no-one in particular like 'I just had a baby' and 'that's my baby over there' and 'did you see him, he's perfect'! Madly in love from the minute he was born :)
At one point the pediatrician came over and let me know that Max had a fair bit of fluid in his lungs and was 'gurgly'. This meant that he would have to go to the special care nursery. I asked how long he would need to be in there and I was told it could be anywhere from one hour to 24 hours and if it was worse than they thought he might need to be transferred to the Royal Women's and Children's Hospital. But the pediatrician said that he didn't think it was too bad and they I could still have a hold of him before they took him away.
The midwife bought him over all wrapped up and handed him to me. Amazing! I think the photo explains how I was feeling better than words will ever be able to... Like I said, love at first sight!
I held him for about 5 minutes, but then I got nauseous and started to have trouble breathing. They took Max off me and handed him to the Big Man who was sitting next to me. I remember asking the nurse if she could hold the sick bag on the other side so that I could see the baby and if I could please have a drink of water so that I could actually throw up. She said no to both :(
After a couple of minutes I started to feel better and the midwife took the Big Man and Max away so that he could be weighed and be put on oxygen in the nursery. At that point I started crying because I didn't know when I was going to get to see Max again.
The obstetrician finished sewing me up and I was transferred through to recovery. I stayed there for about 20 minutes before I was taken back down to my room. I was desperately hoping that the Big Man and Max would be waiting in my room for me, but they were both still in the special care nursery. The midwife went and got the Big Man for me and he filled me in on how Max was doing and told me his weight and vital stats.
Over the next four hours I think I asked to see Max about 40 times, but because I couldn't get out of bed and Max wasn't allowed to leave the nursery it didn't happen. The Big Man spent most of that time in the nursery, but came back every half hour to let me know how Max was doing.
Around lunch time the Big Man convinced one of the nurses to bring Max into me for a visit and I was finally allowed to hold him again. But because he was still cold and not quite getting enough oxygen I wasn't able to unwrap him or feed him. The took him away again and I expressed so that he could be fed with a syringe (which he spat out anyway).
I must have had a lot of morphine and adrenaline in my system because I stayed happy and excited the whole time. Beforehand, I had thought that if something stopped me from holding and feeding Max straight away I would be an absolute wreck.
At three o'clock the Big Man's parents, my Dad and my sister arrived and the Big Man took each of them through to the nursery to look at Max. The pediatrician also came in and told me that Max would be released at 6pm. Happy news indeed!
It only got better from there... the midwife came in at 4pm and let me know that Max was being released early! They bought him in and all of the family cleared out so that I could finally hold him up to my chest and feed him. He was an absolute natural and fed like a champion. I was over the moon to finally get to feed him and spend some quality one on one time with him. The Big Man and I were so happy to finally have him with us both and it was one of the major highlights of the day.
The rest of the afternoon was a bit of a blur, Max got passed around between the family members, the Big Man and I and a million photos were taken. Our family left at about 7.30 and the Big Man and I marveled over Max for another couple of hours before the Big Man headed home as well. Max and I hung out together for another hour and then they took him away so that I could get some sleep. I asked if I could keep him with me overnight, but because I still wasn't able to sit up on my own or get out of bed they took him to the well baby nursery.
I slept like a baby, but woke up at 2.3oam and released that they still hadn't bought him in for a feed. I buzzed the nurses and they woke him up and bought him in. I hung on to him for as long as possible before they came and took him back to the nursery. The next morning I woke up at 5.30am. I knew that they were bringing Max in at 6am, so I just sat in bed and waited. I didn't turn on the tv or read, I just sat there and kept running through the previous day in my head with a huge smile on my face.
It was a long day and it didn't go exactly how I had planned, but it was still perfect and was easily the best day of my life.
T xx
Max Riley
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Max Mark Riley was born on the 2nd of December 2009 at 8.32am.
Max is an absolute angel and it is impossible to describe how much I am in love with him. He is a really happy little baby who eats, sleeps and loves bath time and the sound of his Dad's voice. He has been absolutely spoiled rotten since he was born, I don't think he spent more than 2 daylight hours in his cot for the five days that we were in the hospital. Between me, the Big Man and all of his doting relatives he has been hugged and held constantly. :)
His birth weight was 8 pounds even (3630 grams) and he has already started gaining weight after his initial weight loss. He was 52cm long and his head circumference was 35cm.
More photos and stories soon.T xx
38 Weeks (aka 2 days to go)
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Wow 38 weeks. I remember so clearly being 8 weeks along and thinking that my third trimester was forever away, now it is not only here, but also almost finished!
It's strange, but I feel like it is all happening too quickly, whilst at the same time I feel like I have been pregnant forever. I've been really emotional today and keep crying at the silliest things. But I think it's mostly just because I'm really nervous and excited (if you know what I mean). For example I cried today when I realised that I wouldn't see Cooper for four days and then I cried again when the baby kicked and I realised that he wouldn't be kicking me for much longer. Silly huh.
I am still getting lots of Braxton Hicks contractions and I have been a bit nauseas in the mornings, but no serious signs of labour. I've still been holding out hope that I might go into labour before the scheduled caesarian, somehow I don't think it will happen though.
The Big Man has started touching up the photos he took at the park yesterday and they are looking really good. I'm glad we took them because I have really fallen in love with my baby bump! Cooper kept trying to get into the photos, so whilst I was over at the car the Big Man did a little mini photo shoot with him too. He is such a poser!
Hopefully I will get a chance to post again tomorrow. If not, I'll see you all on the flipside.
T xx
It's strange, but I feel like it is all happening too quickly, whilst at the same time I feel like I have been pregnant forever. I've been really emotional today and keep crying at the silliest things. But I think it's mostly just because I'm really nervous and excited (if you know what I mean). For example I cried today when I realised that I wouldn't see Cooper for four days and then I cried again when the baby kicked and I realised that he wouldn't be kicking me for much longer. Silly huh.
I am still getting lots of Braxton Hicks contractions and I have been a bit nauseas in the mornings, but no serious signs of labour. I've still been holding out hope that I might go into labour before the scheduled caesarian, somehow I don't think it will happen though.
The Big Man has started touching up the photos he took at the park yesterday and they are looking really good. I'm glad we took them because I have really fallen in love with my baby bump! Cooper kept trying to get into the photos, so whilst I was over at the car the Big Man did a little mini photo shoot with him too. He is such a poser!
Hopefully I will get a chance to post again tomorrow. If not, I'll see you all on the flipside.T xx
So Much To Do, So Little Time
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When I wake up tomorrow morning I will have four days left before the baby is due to be born. Yikes! Four Days! I had a feeling that this last week was going to go quickly, and it is, it's absolutely flying.
You would think that seeing as there is such a short amount of time left before I become a Mum that I would be smashing through numerous things on my pre-baby to do list each day...
Definitely not the case.
I was. But in the last couple of days I haven't done much except for catching up with friends, napping and watching the cricket from the comfort of the couch.
I did make time today to have a pedicure. Not exactly at the top if my list, but still really important. It has been a few weeks since I could comfortably reach my toes, so they were starting to look really bad.
Now I have huge, puffy feet, with gorgeous summery toenails! Better than just huge, puffy feet, right?
Now, I'm off to bed. Hopefully tomorrow I will tick at least five things off my list.
T xx
You would think that seeing as there is such a short amount of time left before I become a Mum that I would be smashing through numerous things on my pre-baby to do list each day...
Definitely not the case.
I was. But in the last couple of days I haven't done much except for catching up with friends, napping and watching the cricket from the comfort of the couch.
I did make time today to have a pedicure. Not exactly at the top if my list, but still really important. It has been a few weeks since I could comfortably reach my toes, so they were starting to look really bad.
Now I have huge, puffy feet, with gorgeous summery toenails! Better than just huge, puffy feet, right?
Now, I'm off to bed. Hopefully tomorrow I will tick at least five things off my list.
T xx
One Week and Five Days
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Yep, we've bitten the bullet and decided to go ahead and book in for the Caesar. It was probably the hardest decision I have had to make in a very long time, but now that it's made I am ok with it.
I'm focusing on all of the positives:
T xx
I'm focusing on all of the positives:
- We now know exactly when we get to meet our little baby
- I don't have to risk an emergency caesar
- Having him two weeks early may mean that he will still be small enough to fit into all of the triple zeros that I have
- Very soon we are going to be parents!
T xx
Undecided
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The Big Man and I are still undecided about whether I am going to have an elective c-section or not. By the end of each day I have one hundred percent made my mind up, and then I wake up the next day completely undecided all over again.
I think the problem is that the Ob has given us a choice. If he just told us one way or the other what we had to do, we would just do it. Giving birth for the first time is a major, major milestone though and neither of us wants to make the 'wrong' choice.
We are going to sit down tonight and write out a pro's and con's list and see if that helps us make up our mind. Otherwise we may end up flipping a coin on Wednesday afternoon at our appointment (jokes.... kind of).
In other news, we've finished painting the nursery and have stuck up the wall decal. I also bought all of the baby's linen today and bought myself a nappy bag. All we need to do now is instal the car seat and get some furniture from Ikea and we will be ready to go!
T xx
I think the problem is that the Ob has given us a choice. If he just told us one way or the other what we had to do, we would just do it. Giving birth for the first time is a major, major milestone though and neither of us wants to make the 'wrong' choice.
We are going to sit down tonight and write out a pro's and con's list and see if that helps us make up our mind. Otherwise we may end up flipping a coin on Wednesday afternoon at our appointment (jokes.... kind of).
In other news, we've finished painting the nursery and have stuck up the wall decal. I also bought all of the baby's linen today and bought myself a nappy bag. All we need to do now is instal the car seat and get some furniture from Ikea and we will be ready to go!
T xx
Things Don't Always Go To Plan
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Pregnancy
I had a regular appointment with my Obstetrician today and it seems like there is going to be a change to my baby plans. The baby is measuring quite big and the Ob has some concerns with that in regards to the shape of my pelvis. He has suggested that we book in for a c-section...
Whilst this is definitely not how I had planned for things to go. The Big Man and I have had a big chat and we agree that how I give birth is nowhere near as important as the fact that we will soon have our very own baby.
I have had my heart set on a vaginal birth right throughout the pregnancy and was even going to take a wait and see approach when it came to pain relief (the size of the epidural needle may have had a bit to do with this decision!). But at the end of the day I trust my doctor and want to do what is best for the baby and what is best for me.
The Ob has given us until our next appointment on Wednesday to make our final decision and if we decide to go ahead with the caesar I will be having the baby on the 2nd of December.
I think that we have already made our decision, but I do like that I have up until next Wednesday to change my mind....
T xx
Whilst this is definitely not how I had planned for things to go. The Big Man and I have had a big chat and we agree that how I give birth is nowhere near as important as the fact that we will soon have our very own baby.
I have had my heart set on a vaginal birth right throughout the pregnancy and was even going to take a wait and see approach when it came to pain relief (the size of the epidural needle may have had a bit to do with this decision!). But at the end of the day I trust my doctor and want to do what is best for the baby and what is best for me.
The Ob has given us until our next appointment on Wednesday to make our final decision and if we decide to go ahead with the caesar I will be having the baby on the 2nd of December.
I think that we have already made our decision, but I do like that I have up until next Wednesday to change my mind....
T xx
Ante-Natal Class
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Labour and Birth,
Pregnancy
Our first ante-natal class is over and done with and it turns out it wasn't as scary as I was anticipating.
The class was focused on labour, when to know you are in labour and pain relief. All the things I am nervous about! Before the class I hadn't really thought much about having a birth plan, but now that I am armed with so much (too much!) knowledge I think I have a better idea of the way we would like things to go (if all goes to plan).
The one thing I am still really unsure about is an epidural. We were told at the class that only 50% of epidurals actually have the desired effect, the other 50% may work but are patchy, or may not work at all. And then there is also the (very slim) risk of paraplegia or death..... I think I would be all for it if they could offer me a 90% success rate, but a one in two chance that it won't take the pain away doesn't really seem like good odds. If someone told me that there was a 50% chance of getting food poisoning if I ate a piece of chicken, I definitely wouldn't eat it.
The other aspect that is bothering me about epidurals is the whole catheter thing. They passed one around for us to have a look at, and it completely freaked me out. I don't want to be stuck in bed, with a catheter, unable to move around due to the epidural, but still in agony! Don't get me wrong, I know that labour is going to be painful and hard work, but if I am going to be in all sorts of pain I think that I want to have the option to move around and change positions as I need to.
On the other hand, if I had an epi and it did work. I would probably be really, really happy about that! The midwife that ran our class did say that the majority of women that give birth at the hospital I am going to, choose to have either a caesar or an epidural. So maybe I am just over thinking it all and should just go with the flow.
This decision would be so much easier if this was my second time and I knew what to expect....
T xx
The class was focused on labour, when to know you are in labour and pain relief. All the things I am nervous about! Before the class I hadn't really thought much about having a birth plan, but now that I am armed with so much (too much!) knowledge I think I have a better idea of the way we would like things to go (if all goes to plan).
The one thing I am still really unsure about is an epidural. We were told at the class that only 50% of epidurals actually have the desired effect, the other 50% may work but are patchy, or may not work at all. And then there is also the (very slim) risk of paraplegia or death..... I think I would be all for it if they could offer me a 90% success rate, but a one in two chance that it won't take the pain away doesn't really seem like good odds. If someone told me that there was a 50% chance of getting food poisoning if I ate a piece of chicken, I definitely wouldn't eat it.
The other aspect that is bothering me about epidurals is the whole catheter thing. They passed one around for us to have a look at, and it completely freaked me out. I don't want to be stuck in bed, with a catheter, unable to move around due to the epidural, but still in agony! Don't get me wrong, I know that labour is going to be painful and hard work, but if I am going to be in all sorts of pain I think that I want to have the option to move around and change positions as I need to.
On the other hand, if I had an epi and it did work. I would probably be really, really happy about that! The midwife that ran our class did say that the majority of women that give birth at the hospital I am going to, choose to have either a caesar or an epidural. So maybe I am just over thinking it all and should just go with the flow.
This decision would be so much easier if this was my second time and I knew what to expect....
T xx
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