The Most Useless

I really must be a very poor excuse of a blogger. I had intended on posting about my labour and adjusting to beinga new mother… however, my little boy was born on December 15th 2012 and I totally forgot to post anything about it!! I was so caught up int he excitedment of finally meeting my little bundle of joy that I just didn’t even think to post anything about it! Useless. Totally Useless.

But here I am, 2 months later I am finally posting about everything!

THE LABOUR.

So my first contractions started at about 4am on the 14th, they were very erratic and I wasnt entirely sure I was in labour. But very quickly they became close together, so off I went to hospital, however, unfortunaltly I was only 3 1/2 cm dialated. Apparently, not all pregnancies follow the ‘plan’ of slowly having your contrations geting close together gradually mine just wernt straight on in there!! However, I chose to go back home and there my mother joined me (I wont lie, my partner was useless so I’m glad my mum was there, later I was going to need someone to calm me down, and my darling Mr Greg was not the person to do that!!) about 3 hours later I was off back to the hospital, where I was told I was 5cm dialated. The relief I felt when I was told that was immense! I was convinced that I wouldn’t be far enough along for pain relief and my mum and Mr Greg had to literally force me back to hospital!! And so I started on Gas and Air, everything was going swimmingly! I the G&A was doing its job, I was bouncing on the ball, I was having baths, I was laughing… then slowly the pain became worse, and the G&A wasn’t working quite so well, however I persevered, then when it got too much, I decided to have a wee bit of pethidine which worked a treat! That along with the G&A I was on to a winner!! or so I thought…. my waters finally broke naturally at 11.30(ish) after much begging for the to be popped (my midwife refused, I was very annoyed) when they finally did go it wasnt a ‘gush’ which was how many people had described it to me as, but more of an eruption… my waters litarally srayed everything in close proximity! Apparently I called my midwife a b.i.t.c.h. however, I dont remember this, I do however remember begging for an epidural, she refused to give me this too, though I’m glad she did, apparently it’s horrible as you can’t feel anything, not even your own legs…

My midwife said that as soon as my waters broke baby would come out quickly, but I started pushing and literally nothing seemed to be happening. She started telling me that my baby was becoming destressed and I needed to really push, though god knows, I was pushing as hard as I could! because my baby was taking so long to come out she had to call the doctor. By this time I was so worried that something was terribly wrong, my partner (Mr Greg) was useless, wondering around like a wraith, my mother (who decided to come along for the ride) was amazing, trying to calm me down and talking me through breathing. In the end I had to have 2 episiotomies and a kiwi cap!! Turns out my gorgeous little sproglet had his hand up by his head, which made it so damn difficult to give birth to him!

I was so shocked that I had finally given birth that I totally forgot to ask when sex he was! It was my mother who asked!! I said all the way through my pregnancy that I would prefer a little girl, but as soon as they told me I had a son, I didn’t care, he was mine, my own little boy and I loved him instantaneously. Though I didn’t get to hold him straight away, It was Mr Greg that held him up to me as I was busy being stitched up 😦 I was upset about that, but I didn’t really have a say in it. I was however shocked at how much he looked like Mr Greg!! In the end Oscar was delivered at 00.27 on 15th December.

All that night I didn’t sleep, I couldn’t take my eyes of my beautiful little boy. I was so scared of touching him, I had no idea how to pick him up or hold him, so I just stared at him until a midwife came around. They wanted to keep me in for a while because Ozzie didn’t take to breast feeding straight away, so we gave him some formula milk and I pretty much bullied the midwives into letting me go home!

I’ve now had him for 8 weeks and 2 days and they have been the best weeks of my life. I can’t imagine how I ever lived without him! Yes sometimes I’m tirerd and sometimes I’m fed up and too knackared to do anything but most of all I’m in love and happy. I’ve realised I never knew what real love was until I had him. The sencond day we had him home he took to breast feeding and it melted my heart to see him feeding from me!

Though, when all my milk came forward I was totally unprepared!! I mean, where the hell did it all come from?!?! I was leaking left right and centre!! Though last week I had to take him of breast as he’s already started teething! I know front teeth are meant to come first, but little Oz has all his top back teeth and a few front and his bottom front teeth all cutting trough at the same time! My poor little boy couldn’t latch on without it being excruciatingly painful for him so we’ve had to but him on bottle (it’s alot easier for him to suck on bottle so less painful!)

Anyway, for now this is it! Hopefully I wont forget post for another 2 months!!

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28 Weeks and Counting…

Today I am 28 weeks (unless the title didn’t give it away). I went to the midwife (for the 4th time now) and the next meeting is in 3 weeks, by which time I will be 31 weeks. This probably seems highly obvious to everyone, but being a new mum-to-be I cannot believe how quickly these last 6 and a half months have gone, I only have about 12 weeks left until the dreaded labour day. It is terrifying!

Recently my mood swings have been getting worse, when I’m at home on my own or if it’s a quiet day in with the other half I start to panic, I find myself worrying that I’m not going to be a very good mother, that I’m going to get everything wrong or that my child wont love me as much as I already love him / her. I know in my last post I moaned a bit about how baby has been killing my back, but I truly love my little one more than anything! No matter how much pain he / she puts me through. Also, when I’m at work my moods are so volatile, I have no patience for anyone that even looks at me the wrong way! I don’t think I’m going to last until I want to at work. I was going to take my maternity leave from the 1st November, but the way I am, especially with back pain (which I get constantly, and not just the spine pain) and the poor customer service that I seem to be dishing out at the moment! Baby has finally moved, so he / she is not on my spine any more, which is a blessing as I was doubled over crying on some occasions!

I cannot wait until I finally get to see my little angel for the first time, it is so scary that it is only in 2(ish) months that I finally get to set eyes on my own flesh and blood, a little being that I have created. The thought and feelings that this create are unparalleled to anything I have had the privilege of feeling!

My recent blood results came back today too, and everything is fine, my blood is perfect (again) the only problem that was found was that my stores of Iron are a bit low as they are what baby takes, but the Iron in my blood is perfect. So I’m only on one Iron tablet, which is great really, as some women have very low Iron when it comes to this time in their pregnancy apparently…

Anyway, that’s all the news for now 🙂 till next time.

 

A Little Work Rant.

So, I think I’m over doing it at work.

I work in a pub, and a lot of the popular beer glasses are on the bottom shelf so I’m constantly bending down and trying to get back up again. I run around the floor collecting in plates and glasses and carrying peoples foods out. I get 20 minutes of break only when I’m working 7 hours or more so I’m on my feet for about 6 hours straight.

Most of the time I start work at 8am so I’m up at 6 and usually I can’t sleep at night because my little baby is a night owl so I constantly have little feet pitter pattering away inside keeping me awake, which I don’t mind, I love feeling my little baba. But you know, I quite like sleep too…

Most of my managers don’t ask me to do anything too bad, but surely 6hours + on my feet is bad enough? But there is one guy who believes that I am just a bit of driftwood that he has to pull along and always tries to get me out of the way, like going on the floor on busy shifts – I’m not meant to carry really heavy things and some of the plates we have (especially the roasts) are really heavy and running around trying to clear more then one table, which is what he apparently expects, is almost impossible! Have you ever tried to carry ten plates? It’s hard and gets heavy. I wouldn’t mind, but he never asks anyone else to ever go on the floor except me. It’s like he’s just trying to get the ‘pregnant one’ out of his way. And the worst thing, I work 10 times harder then he does!! He hides out the back chatting and having a laugh whilst I run around trying to do 10 jobs at once because he’s too bone idol to do so.

So yeah, I really think I’m over doing it at work. I can’t even feel baby moving I’m running around so much!!

12 weeks and counting.

It’s been a while!

But last week I had my 12 week scan 😀 and everything appeared to be going well 😀 It was so amazing seeing my little baby on the screen.

She was wriggling and squirming so much at first! and then she decided that she was comfortable and didnt move much except to wave now and again. It was such a precious moment.

12 week scan

But oh my goodness. I think she’s (or he maybe) might take after her daddy. We were meant to do a fluid measurement to find out whether or not she has any risk of Down Syndrome but we couldn’t because baby didn’t want to go into the right position and no matter how much i wiggled on the bed baby just did not want to move and get into the right position. So like her daddy she she clearly doesn’t do as she’s told.

SO, we can’t do that test, but I am having  a blood test. Bleerrrgh Do not like them. The y make me feel queezy.

 

A few days after the scan we went for our first baby shop, and to be honest, we didn’t quite know what we were buying, so we just went for one or two things to stock up on:

  • Baby wipes
  • Baby shampoo
  • Baby wash and soap
  • Sleepsuits
  • Bodysuits
  • Baby socks (which are so cute and tiny!)
  • Nappy bags

We’ve decided that w’re just going to stock up on essentials like the above for now, that way we’re not forever running out of things 🙂 (I thought it was a good idea)

We’ve also got some yellow bum cream (which you can’t buy in stores) which is amazing for nappy rash.

My mum has also said that she wants to buy us our cot, which is so nice of her and she’s also got us a Winnie the Pooh baby bath.

I’m so excited but I know it’s still fairly early and I still have 6 months  left! Which thinking about it, really isn’t that long, as these last 6 months have flown by…

I can’t wait for my little Christmas bundle

A little Blue

So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything.

Everything’s good at the moment, no problems, except my constants moods and my inability to be happy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just cannot seem to perk up. I’m moody and miserable.

And my partner takes the brunt of my moods. I swear, if he didn’t love me as much as he does then he would have left me weeks ago. But no, he takes it and then guilt trips me afterwards, which, I’m scared about because the guiltier I feel then the more I start to want to be on my own away from him. I haven’t told him how I feel though, he’ll probably just take it the wrong way. He already thinks I don’t love him anymore because I seem to have lost my libido.

My NHS pregnancy card turned up so I am now exempt from paying for prescriptions, which is a bonus I guess. And my twelve week scan is booked for the 24th of this month, which I’m lucking forward too. Get to see my little splodge again on the big (kinda) screen.

Well, my news is few and far between at the moment as I wait for something exciting to happen like – a bump to emerge.

Not that I’m all that excited to have a bump, as for some reason people always think that pregnant women like to be touched and stroked – and THAT is so not going to happen. I refuse to let people pet me and stroke my belly.

The Mr and The Midwife.

Honestly, why are men so impatient?

So, we had our first midwife meeting on Thursday (yesterday) but she was running a bit late (30 minutes late to be exact). There were 2 couples in the waiting room, myself and my partner and another couple, a few years older than ourselves.

And honestly, yes I was a bit annoyed at being kept waiting so long when our appointment was at 11am and we didn’t get seen till half past, but you know, as most women do, I decided there was nothing I could do but wait it out. Did my partner? Did the other woman’s partner?

NOPE!!!!

What did they do? They huffed and they puffed, they sighed and they swore. Ok, so maybe this other man had somewhere else to be, but the woman didn’t seem too worried about the wait, just a little irate, like myself, but I know for a fact that my partner had nowhere better to be. So there really was no need to huff puff sigh and swear as he did… MEN!! Honestly, they just need to learn the art of patience. (My personal opinion anyway).

SO …..

We were finally seen by the midwife, who was really lovely and explained to us that she was only late because she had a woman in who couldn’t speak English, which is fair enough, that would obviously take up a lot more time, poor woman, no wonder she was late!! My partner acted like he was wasn’t impatient and hadn’t been huffing and puffing (which made me chuckle as he clearly wanted to moan about the wait LOL).

But anyway, I had been warned that she would ask questions, what I wasn’t prepared for was being inundated and bombarded with a million questions to which I didn’t know the answer to! Thank god my mum got on the longer bus and was able to meet us there! She was a life saver and told my midwife all she needed to know! (Thanks mum)!! She then proceeded to weigh me and measure my height, which made me nauseous as I had thrown the scales out about 5 years ago due to being weight conscious so I had NO idea how much I weighed :/ but it’s all ok, my BMI is a perfect 21 😀

But then she told me that I needed to go pee in a little pot. And when I say little, I mean TINY!!! It was THE worst thing to try to piddle in. And JOY apparently I have to pee in one for EVERY meeting that I have with her. At least by the end of this pregnancy I will be able to pee accurately into a tube I guess…..

But yes, anyway, she seemed lovely and gave me THE BIGGEST book on pregnancy EVER, when she gave it me my first thoughts were ‘I am never going to read this’ but then I got home and I couldn’t put it down! It really was enthralling, but my partner has banned me from looking at a few pages – the ones about still birth – which I’m not sure he should but oh well, I might sneakily read them when he’s not around (shh).

Got my Blood tests on Tuesday, which I’m nervous about, I’ve never had one before :/ knowing me I’ll probably faint. Also I did NOT know that I now get free prescriptions just for being pregnant, and free dentistry, why did no one tell me this? This makes me happy as I’ve been skipping the dentist ’cause I can’t afford it for years!! Oh well 🙂 looking forward to my 12 week scan 🙂

Oh also, Midwife said that I’m more like 8 weeks and 2 days (8w3d today) so Splodge is due on the 5th (or there abouts) of December 😀 😀 😀 a little Christmas bundle ❤

A Little Heartbeat! Made Mine Flutter.

Ok, so last Sunday I posted about the SCARE of my life that I had with Little Splodge.

Well, I am happy to reveal that on Monday I dragged The Partner to the Hospital to have our emergency scan.

I sat in the waiting room almost peeing myself with nerves (I presume it was nerves as I’d already been to pee-pee about 5 times that morning and it was only 9am).

But I was not the worst one, The Partner was wriggling around, making strange nervous noises in his throat and getting more agitated than I was. Which was ridiculous as HE wasn’t the one about to have a scanner shoved up his foo-foo.

ANYWAY so at 9.20 (dead on) we went into the little room with the scanner (I saw the scanner that would go up my foof and panicked – it was very long :/ which made me go pale apparently lol!!)

So anyway, the nurse, who was very lovely, asked me how far I was, I said about 7 weeks and OMG i almost passed out with happiness when she said “Oh well if you’re THAT far gone then we may be able to do an external scan”!!!!!! *PHEW* (The partner almost laughed at my sigh of relief).

So I got onto the bed and bam, NO warning at all she squeezed the ICE-COLD gel onto me, and only warned me that it was cold after my exclamation of  “HOLY FUCK”

SO anyway, I swear the room was DEADLY silent, you could have broken that silence by dropping a feather. The partner was gripping my hand, and I was so nervous! What if there was nothing there?????

But then the nurse spoke

“Yep, I see a heartbeat”

I think my heart stopped right then and there, and then I realised I hadn’t taken a breath for a while and was about to pass out.

She turned the screen and showed us our little babies heartbeat, I swear to God, it was the most precious moment of my life so far, it was so surreal seeing that my little Splodge had a heartbeat. It was tiny, literally just a little Splodge attached to a bubble (which is a Yolk sac which feeds Splodge for a little bit until I start too, or something like that The Partner thinks that this is gross, but never mind).

In the moments where I was watching my babies heartbeat, I think my heart could have almost exploded, it really was one of the most incredible moments ❤ and I love my little Splodge so much. My heart flutters at the thought of its little heartbeat and the fact it’s growing so quickly ❤

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So there’s my good news, I am still pregnant, and my baby is 7 weeks and 2 days today (our own guesstimate was 3 days off!!) and I am the happiest I could be 🙂