Thursday 26 November 2009
Monday 2 November 2009
Quick update
How rubbish have I been!! and this is just a quick catch up!
To be honest, I'm spending every waking hour with my little boy because its just brilliant, playing, watching and chatting to him and I just don't have any time for stuff like writing blogs!
The only reason I have 10 Min's now is cos hes sat watching the Waybuloo's which he absolutely loves.
Plus I'm starting my new job on Wednesday so time with Brodie has been my number one priority, although I'm only working 14 hrs a week to start and I know he will be in safe hands with Daddy and good Friend Liv, who has become a childminder for Brodie.
Now to fill you in on the last 2 mths in 5 mins
To be honest, I'm spending every waking hour with my little boy because its just brilliant, playing, watching and chatting to him and I just don't have any time for stuff like writing blogs!
The only reason I have 10 Min's now is cos hes sat watching the Waybuloo's which he absolutely loves.
Plus I'm starting my new job on Wednesday so time with Brodie has been my number one priority, although I'm only working 14 hrs a week to start and I know he will be in safe hands with Daddy and good Friend Liv, who has become a childminder for Brodie.
Now to fill you in on the last 2 mths in 5 mins
- Chatting - he loves it! dif, takes after his mother, as he just doesn't shut up talking
- Swimming - I have a fish boy! he loves it, we go to Puddleducks once a week and this is by far his best weekly activity, he hasn't even cried at being dunked underwater and he took part in underwater photo shoot last week.
- Tears - we had our first ever tears on Halloween, and no not because of my costume! but because he was teething, had a cold and a chesty cough and was not a happy bunny. I think 4 and half months without tears is pretty impressive thought!
- Standing - this little boy is showing more signs of standing up on his own than rolling over. He just wants to be on his feet all the time
- Happy - the whole time I was pregnant I kept thinking I'm sure I'll have a devil child but I couldn't have been more wrong. He is sooo happy 95% of the time and only moans when hes tired, or I've forgotten to feed him! & trust me that doesn't happen often, to prove it, he is already over 17lbs!
Our next mission is sleeping through the night, but I'm not holding my breath on that one just yet!
I'm sure i'll be better with the blog post in the future, as the weather is getting grim so we're be out and about less, plus starting work again means i'll be getting use to a keyboard once again!
I'll post some photos soon...
Saturday 5 September 2009
Monday 31 August 2009
Brodies 9 week update
Brodie is currently taking an afternoon nap, so I thought I would take the opportunity to update you all!
Talking
Brodie is now in full swing of babytalk.. From birth everyone has commented on how he had his mothers mouth and it turns out everyone was indeed correct! Little Brodie enjoys a good old natter, just like his mum! Making cute sounds that makes you melt from the inside.
The Bottle!
In Brodies eyes, this is the dreaded bottle! The past few weeks has been an up hill struggle trying to get him to take a bottle. It started off terrible, then when we finally thought we had the knack of it things went down hill again. Once he learnt to latch on himself to the boobie he was no longer interested in the bottle. Fingers crossed though, we have found the solution - place him on a pillow facing away from you and after 5 mins of trying he seems to get the nack of it! Lets hope it stays that way and gets easier the more we do!
The Boobie
Well, from the start I always said I would be happy if I managed to feed him for two months... well mission completed! He is now 9 weeks old and i'm still feeding, and to be honest not even thinking about stopping. It took us so long & much pain to get where we are today with it, that its now become enjoyable and so much easier! Plus every day you feeding counts so i'm just going to keep on going
Jabs
Brodie has his first jabs last Friday. Personally I was dreading taking him, I dont even like taking the 8 stone dog for her jabs let alone an ikle brodie.
But mummy pulled herself together and got through it ok! Brodie was fine, he cried a little for the first, screamed for 30 secs on the second leg and then slept for almost 4 hours!
I was going to suggest that they should do the rest of his jabs at night so i could get a nice hours kips too!
The Night
which leads us to an update on the nights. There really isnt much of a routine, if hes hungry hes awake and when hes not he sleeps! Typically a night consists of two feeds, one about 1-2am and the second between 5 -6am. This pattern can however spontanously go out the window and I found myself feeding every 2 hrs.
He did impress me the other night though by going 6 hours! The only problem was that I was still waking up as the boobs were leaking all over the place.. one of the joys of breastfeeding.
Weight
Finally.. Brodie last weighted in at 9 weeks old at 13lb 14. Yes he is a little bruiser!
Next blog... Brodies First holiday
Talking
Brodie is now in full swing of babytalk.. From birth everyone has commented on how he had his mothers mouth and it turns out everyone was indeed correct! Little Brodie enjoys a good old natter, just like his mum! Making cute sounds that makes you melt from the inside.
The Bottle!
In Brodies eyes, this is the dreaded bottle! The past few weeks has been an up hill struggle trying to get him to take a bottle. It started off terrible, then when we finally thought we had the knack of it things went down hill again. Once he learnt to latch on himself to the boobie he was no longer interested in the bottle. Fingers crossed though, we have found the solution - place him on a pillow facing away from you and after 5 mins of trying he seems to get the nack of it! Lets hope it stays that way and gets easier the more we do!
The Boobie
Well, from the start I always said I would be happy if I managed to feed him for two months... well mission completed! He is now 9 weeks old and i'm still feeding, and to be honest not even thinking about stopping. It took us so long & much pain to get where we are today with it, that its now become enjoyable and so much easier! Plus every day you feeding counts so i'm just going to keep on going
Jabs
Brodie has his first jabs last Friday. Personally I was dreading taking him, I dont even like taking the 8 stone dog for her jabs let alone an ikle brodie.
But mummy pulled herself together and got through it ok! Brodie was fine, he cried a little for the first, screamed for 30 secs on the second leg and then slept for almost 4 hours!
I was going to suggest that they should do the rest of his jabs at night so i could get a nice hours kips too!
The Night
which leads us to an update on the nights. There really isnt much of a routine, if hes hungry hes awake and when hes not he sleeps! Typically a night consists of two feeds, one about 1-2am and the second between 5 -6am. This pattern can however spontanously go out the window and I found myself feeding every 2 hrs.
He did impress me the other night though by going 6 hours! The only problem was that I was still waking up as the boobs were leaking all over the place.. one of the joys of breastfeeding.
Weight
Finally.. Brodie last weighted in at 9 weeks old at 13lb 14. Yes he is a little bruiser!
Next blog... Brodies First holiday
Thursday 13 August 2009
Thursday 6 August 2009
6 Weeks and a Smile
Brodie is 6 weeks old today and has spent the last week keeping us entertained with his cheeky cute smile, although he seems to smile for daddy more which is just typicial!
He is also so alert to everything these days, he cant be left for 10 mins without getting bored. You can see his little clockworks going as he watches the dog, or takes in the flashy lights on his toys, even the light reflected on the blind gets his brain going but best of all is when he follows me around the room or looks up when i come in the room, that in itself is feels so rewarding and worth the sleepless nights!
On tuesday our once 7.7lb little boy weighted in at 11.14lb!!!! The health visitors are really pleased with how good hes doing.
I have to say i'm so surprized at how fast he has stopped being a newborn and grow into a little boy, each day keeping us entertained with some new noise or facial expressions.
Today we are off for the six week MOT and the starting point for me to exercise and get rid of my rather terrible flabby belly! Last week I had lost two stone, so only two more to go, although i'm sure my boobs take up a stone of that!
He is also so alert to everything these days, he cant be left for 10 mins without getting bored. You can see his little clockworks going as he watches the dog, or takes in the flashy lights on his toys, even the light reflected on the blind gets his brain going but best of all is when he follows me around the room or looks up when i come in the room, that in itself is feels so rewarding and worth the sleepless nights!
On tuesday our once 7.7lb little boy weighted in at 11.14lb!!!! The health visitors are really pleased with how good hes doing.
I have to say i'm so surprized at how fast he has stopped being a newborn and grow into a little boy, each day keeping us entertained with some new noise or facial expressions.
Today we are off for the six week MOT and the starting point for me to exercise and get rid of my rather terrible flabby belly! Last week I had lost two stone, so only two more to go, although i'm sure my boobs take up a stone of that!
Sunday 26 July 2009
4 weeks old
now 4 weeks old, and weighing 10.5lb. Another couple of weeks and he'll be bigger than his daddy
What you have been waiting for.. the truth about labour!
9.am Leaving the house to attend Speed Awareness Course, felt a couple of niggles but unsure whether this is the really thing
10am Middle of course and the little niggles are getting a bit more intense, now I’m really beginning to wonder
11.30am One hour left to go and every 25 mins I’m gripping the side of the chair. The trainer keeps asking if I’m ok, I felt like saying “do I bloody look it” but grinned and told him I was fine. If I didn’t stay for the full three hours I had to return to finish the course
12.30am Free to go, with course certificate in hand (probably not one I would include on CV). Another contraction on way to car, think I best ring Mr T to give him the heads up that this could be it! He has a little nervous laugh and I tell him I’ll see him at home after work
1pm Meet Becky for lunch, we take a trip to North Street and still unsure whether this is it, I keep asking Becky for confirmation that I am in fact in Labour!
3pm Contractions more regular and getting strong so we think we best get home. Mr T still nervous I think as he starts to mow the grass, as I start to breath through contractions
5pm Ok, time for tens machine
7pm We ring the hospital, cos even though you are told when we need to go into hospital during anti natal classes, this information goes out the window and at this stage I think I must be nearly there! Oh how I was wrong. As expected, hospital fobs me off and tells me to stay at home
9pm K, seriously now, this has to be been hospital time, surely contractions are fully developed! We ring the hospital; they advise me to have a bath! My initial response is to ask whether they are being serious, but Mr T runs hot bath and to my surprise it helps a bit. By this stage Mr T is fully into the swing of being a birthing partner, with breathing techniques down to a T, although by now I have bitten his head off every time he almost misses a contractions and isn’t providing the “breath in, breath out” advice which I cant possible remember for myself.
11pm By now we have visited every room in the house, I have had contractions while being sick and even quite embarrassingly wet myself during a contraction which resulting in more tears. Surely it can’t get any worse than this, we ring the hospital again and they say to come in. What a huge relief I think – time for drugs!
11.30pn We arrive at St Michaels and contractions are really strong now, we have to stop three times while we walk to the delivery room for me to grab hold of bins, railings etc during contractions. On seeing the midwife I burst into tears and beg not to be sent home.
11.40pm Midwife examines me, I’m 3cm dilated, I ask for the gas & air which I’m told isn’t allowed until I reach 4/5cm, so I ask for an epidural convinced that I can not take the pain any longer. I’m also declined this and offered pethidine – sold I’ll take it if it gets rid of pain!
12 midnight Pethidine has now kicked in, I still feel pain but sleepy at same time
2am Midwife returns to examine me and I start to pray that I’m not only 4cm. 6-7 cm, excellent!! My first question is for the gas and air, within seconds it’s in my mouth and I’m puffing away. Midwife makes a comment “this baby will here by 6am” I looked at the clock and thought “thank god, only 4 hours to go” the midwife said she needed to go and get some bits ready for delivery.
2.30am Midwife returns and I’m convinced that I need a number two! I keep telling her and she seems to suddenly snap into action, asking if my waters have broken, at which time they haven’t. Next contraction and the waters go…
2.40am The poo I thought I needed has turned into pushing… oh my god doesn’t this hurt! Very strange feeling as you can feel the baby and feel like you can feel how far it has left to come out, but the burning pain is unbelievable.
2.45am The midwife is telling me to pant pant.. oh god I think to myself, this means I’m going to rip if I don’t pant, I fully intend to listen to the midwife, but in the middle of pushing and the urge to push this seems impossible, and then its to late the damage is done.
2.50am Last contraction.. out comes the head swiftly followed by the rest of the body and apparently a gush of fluid!
Brodie George Taylor has arrived.
At this point I’m so high on gas and air, I can’t remember the point I found out he was a boy but can remember the midwife asking what his name was. Mr T looked at me, and I don’t think he dared say a name I didn’t like after the terrible ordeal he had just witnessed me going through.
They say that when they baby is put on you for the first time you forget about the pain, I can honestly say this is a load of rubbish! The pain I was experiencing was excruciating and all I could think about was the midwife sorting out the pain below.
In-between this pain, I’m asked if I want an injection to delivery placenta, I’m sure before I even had chance to answer the needle was stuck in and I was contracting and delivering the placenta, this part I can honestly stay I don’t really remember so the pain couldn’t have been that bad.
3am Finally the midwife is ready to repair and patch up the damage caused by the quick delivery and me not panting. This I can honest say is the part that traumatised me the most about the whole delivery, from the injections to the stitching was absolutely awful and Mr T would agree that this was a terrible scene.
3.45am Damage repaired and an hour after delivering I finally get chance to enjoy my little boy.
I fed Brodie for an hour and start looking at what an amazing, perfect little boy we have made.
Now I’m a mummy and going to truly enjoy every single minute!
10am Middle of course and the little niggles are getting a bit more intense, now I’m really beginning to wonder
11.30am One hour left to go and every 25 mins I’m gripping the side of the chair. The trainer keeps asking if I’m ok, I felt like saying “do I bloody look it” but grinned and told him I was fine. If I didn’t stay for the full three hours I had to return to finish the course
12.30am Free to go, with course certificate in hand (probably not one I would include on CV). Another contraction on way to car, think I best ring Mr T to give him the heads up that this could be it! He has a little nervous laugh and I tell him I’ll see him at home after work
1pm Meet Becky for lunch, we take a trip to North Street and still unsure whether this is it, I keep asking Becky for confirmation that I am in fact in Labour!
3pm Contractions more regular and getting strong so we think we best get home. Mr T still nervous I think as he starts to mow the grass, as I start to breath through contractions
5pm Ok, time for tens machine
7pm We ring the hospital, cos even though you are told when we need to go into hospital during anti natal classes, this information goes out the window and at this stage I think I must be nearly there! Oh how I was wrong. As expected, hospital fobs me off and tells me to stay at home
9pm K, seriously now, this has to be been hospital time, surely contractions are fully developed! We ring the hospital; they advise me to have a bath! My initial response is to ask whether they are being serious, but Mr T runs hot bath and to my surprise it helps a bit. By this stage Mr T is fully into the swing of being a birthing partner, with breathing techniques down to a T, although by now I have bitten his head off every time he almost misses a contractions and isn’t providing the “breath in, breath out” advice which I cant possible remember for myself.
11pm By now we have visited every room in the house, I have had contractions while being sick and even quite embarrassingly wet myself during a contraction which resulting in more tears. Surely it can’t get any worse than this, we ring the hospital again and they say to come in. What a huge relief I think – time for drugs!
11.30pn We arrive at St Michaels and contractions are really strong now, we have to stop three times while we walk to the delivery room for me to grab hold of bins, railings etc during contractions. On seeing the midwife I burst into tears and beg not to be sent home.
11.40pm Midwife examines me, I’m 3cm dilated, I ask for the gas & air which I’m told isn’t allowed until I reach 4/5cm, so I ask for an epidural convinced that I can not take the pain any longer. I’m also declined this and offered pethidine – sold I’ll take it if it gets rid of pain!
12 midnight Pethidine has now kicked in, I still feel pain but sleepy at same time
2am Midwife returns to examine me and I start to pray that I’m not only 4cm. 6-7 cm, excellent!! My first question is for the gas and air, within seconds it’s in my mouth and I’m puffing away. Midwife makes a comment “this baby will here by 6am” I looked at the clock and thought “thank god, only 4 hours to go” the midwife said she needed to go and get some bits ready for delivery.
2.30am Midwife returns and I’m convinced that I need a number two! I keep telling her and she seems to suddenly snap into action, asking if my waters have broken, at which time they haven’t. Next contraction and the waters go…
2.40am The poo I thought I needed has turned into pushing… oh my god doesn’t this hurt! Very strange feeling as you can feel the baby and feel like you can feel how far it has left to come out, but the burning pain is unbelievable.
2.45am The midwife is telling me to pant pant.. oh god I think to myself, this means I’m going to rip if I don’t pant, I fully intend to listen to the midwife, but in the middle of pushing and the urge to push this seems impossible, and then its to late the damage is done.
2.50am Last contraction.. out comes the head swiftly followed by the rest of the body and apparently a gush of fluid!
Brodie George Taylor has arrived.
At this point I’m so high on gas and air, I can’t remember the point I found out he was a boy but can remember the midwife asking what his name was. Mr T looked at me, and I don’t think he dared say a name I didn’t like after the terrible ordeal he had just witnessed me going through.
They say that when they baby is put on you for the first time you forget about the pain, I can honestly say this is a load of rubbish! The pain I was experiencing was excruciating and all I could think about was the midwife sorting out the pain below.
In-between this pain, I’m asked if I want an injection to delivery placenta, I’m sure before I even had chance to answer the needle was stuck in and I was contracting and delivering the placenta, this part I can honestly stay I don’t really remember so the pain couldn’t have been that bad.
3am Finally the midwife is ready to repair and patch up the damage caused by the quick delivery and me not panting. This I can honest say is the part that traumatised me the most about the whole delivery, from the injections to the stitching was absolutely awful and Mr T would agree that this was a terrible scene.
3.45am Damage repaired and an hour after delivering I finally get chance to enjoy my little boy.
I fed Brodie for an hour and start looking at what an amazing, perfect little boy we have made.
Now I’m a mummy and going to truly enjoy every single minute!
Thursday 9 July 2009
Breastfeeding - hardwork but well worth the reward!
Us brit’s have mixed opinions about breast feeding, although it is becoming more popular than it has been in recent years.
From the moment I found out I was pregnant I was determined to give my little one the best possible start in live and have had friends who breastfed and talked about the great benefits. I always said I would like to do at least two months feeding, but obviously this depended on circumstances as well as how I got on with it.
I first fed Brodie an hour after he was born and at the time I though “oh this is easy” but I was wrong. After 24 hours I had sore nipples, had no sleep and was advised to stay in hospital until both Brodie and I had the technique down to a T. After a difficult first night at home, I begin to understand why so many people give up in the first few days.
On our second day at home we had our first home visit with the midwife and I was so relieved to see her. She showed us new positions to feed and gave me more confidence and since then I haven’t look back. Yes I get tired as I’m the only one who can get up in the night to feed, and yes my boobs leak and get sore…but the benefits for Brodie outweigh any problems I might be having and to me what’s a few less hours sleep compared to Brodies getting the best start in life?
Mind you, in a few weeks time I will be taking advantage of the option to express so daddy can do some night feeds!
My biggest fear about feeding, especially while I can’t express and still have to work on getting Brodie latched on, was feeding in public. But I was so surprised at the facilities available for mum’s who feed. Cabot Circus the new shopping centre in Bristol have purpose build private Family Rooms for changing and feeding. I was well impressed and this made the shopping trip so much easier and I was pleasantly surprised! I guess this goes to show the increasing demand for this kind of facilities and the growing popularly of breast feeding.
From the moment I found out I was pregnant I was determined to give my little one the best possible start in live and have had friends who breastfed and talked about the great benefits. I always said I would like to do at least two months feeding, but obviously this depended on circumstances as well as how I got on with it.
I first fed Brodie an hour after he was born and at the time I though “oh this is easy” but I was wrong. After 24 hours I had sore nipples, had no sleep and was advised to stay in hospital until both Brodie and I had the technique down to a T. After a difficult first night at home, I begin to understand why so many people give up in the first few days.
On our second day at home we had our first home visit with the midwife and I was so relieved to see her. She showed us new positions to feed and gave me more confidence and since then I haven’t look back. Yes I get tired as I’m the only one who can get up in the night to feed, and yes my boobs leak and get sore…but the benefits for Brodie outweigh any problems I might be having and to me what’s a few less hours sleep compared to Brodies getting the best start in life?
Mind you, in a few weeks time I will be taking advantage of the option to express so daddy can do some night feeds!
My biggest fear about feeding, especially while I can’t express and still have to work on getting Brodie latched on, was feeding in public. But I was so surprised at the facilities available for mum’s who feed. Cabot Circus the new shopping centre in Bristol have purpose build private Family Rooms for changing and feeding. I was well impressed and this made the shopping trip so much easier and I was pleasantly surprised! I guess this goes to show the increasing demand for this kind of facilities and the growing popularly of breast feeding.
Two weeks old today!
and Brodie is getting stronger and stronger as each day passes.
We had our final midwife visit on Monday and he was weighted at 8.9lb, so I predict he’s over 9lb now which is pretty impressive. I believe the weight gain is from me feeding him, you know what they say “breast is best” and this little one certainly loves the booby!
Health visitor will start her visits tomorrow.
We had our final midwife visit on Monday and he was weighted at 8.9lb, so I predict he’s over 9lb now which is pretty impressive. I believe the weight gain is from me feeding him, you know what they say “breast is best” and this little one certainly loves the booby!
Health visitor will start her visits tomorrow.
Tuesday 30 June 2009
Monday 29 June 2009
Brodie George Taylor has arrived..
Brodie George Taylor arrived at 2.50am on the 25th June 2009., weighing 7.7lb.
How is he? amazing, truely amazing.
How was labour? Painful - very! Quick - apparently yes -I'm one of the lucky ones who completed 2nd stage labour in 10 mins! I'll post full labour details when I have a bit more time.
How is he? amazing, truely amazing.
How was labour? Painful - very! Quick - apparently yes -I'm one of the lucky ones who completed 2nd stage labour in 10 mins! I'll post full labour details when I have a bit more time.
Wednesday 24 June 2009
Discovered a new labour trigger...
In the last few weeks people have made / given all kinds of suggestions which may help to bring on labour, some of which are listed below:
Hot curry /food - Chilly flakes have been added in almost every dish I've made recently
Sex – umm certainly not top of your list when your 39 weeks pregnant!
Bumpy roads - trips in the work van have been a regular request!
Pineapple - new one to me but cant see that working tbh
Well today I discovered a new technique to bring on labour - attend a Speed Awareness course!
Yep, it may cost you 60 quid (but you don’t get 3 points), and you may have to spend 3 hours of your day listening to everything there is to know about the effects /dangers of speeding but in my case there was an added plus – the contractions kicked in.
That started this morning and its now 5pm, and they are coming faster & stronger which is why I’m sat writing this blog, Mr T says it will take my mind off the pain, ha ha that’s how much he bloody knows, see how much longer he keeps that up without me biting his head off!
Looks like we have a long night ahead, so I’m signing off to go read the instructions on my tens machine.
Next blog will be a good one! Wish me luck !!!
Monday 15 June 2009
Thursday 11 June 2009
I have Boobs!
At 36 / 37 week’s they advise you to go out to purchase your nursing bra, which I have done this week.
A good part of being pregnant - my boobs are now a 36 DD.. first and only time in my life I have more than a handful!
Don’t get me wrong though, they certainly aren’t page 3 DD’s, and defiantly have more of a “mummy” look about them, not that glamorous without the clothing I’m afraid!
Apparently they get bigger still when babytays arrives, but I’m also guessing that they will never look the same as they did on my wedding night, 10 months ago!
A good part of being pregnant - my boobs are now a 36 DD.. first and only time in my life I have more than a handful!
Don’t get me wrong though, they certainly aren’t page 3 DD’s, and defiantly have more of a “mummy” look about them, not that glamorous without the clothing I’m afraid!
Apparently they get bigger still when babytays arrives, but I’m also guessing that they will never look the same as they did on my wedding night, 10 months ago!
Wednesday 10 June 2009
Blessed with wide pelvis!
Week 37, and had my one, from last midwife appointment today (if on time). I arrived expecting the standard routine visit – bloody pressure, latest leaflets & chat, check wee sample, measure bump and listen to heart beat, plus the dreaded blood test I’ve been putting off for the last couple of visits – surprising that I still hate needles, considering the pain I’m about to experience!
Well today was a bit more interesting! I expected to be told that baby was fully engaged, as two weeks ago it was 4/5ths. Claire, my midwife felt the bump for babytays location, and after much feeling around was unsure whether the hard lump at the top of my bump was ass or head.. and she was unable to feel the head down in the pelvis.
She told me there were two situations – either babytays had decided to already become a pain in the ass (literally) and had turned to the breach position, which would result in a c- section, my very worse nightmare! Or I was lucky enough to have been blessed with a very wide pelvis and babytays was buried down deep, which is why the head couldn’t be found.
To find out I was sent to St Michaels for a scan to confirm the position. I spent the whole journey with my fingers crossed that it wasn’t breach, as like I said C section is some ladies dream, but for me would be worse nightmare, I cant think of anything worse than being effectively injured for 6 weeks – no driving etc etc. The only plus side would have been that the operation would have been booked in for 39 weeks, which means babytays would arrive on the 22nd June.
Well I had the scan, and luck was on my side, I was told babytays is deep in my wide pelvis and I’m just waiting for contractions.
When my midwife called later in the day to see how I got on, I asked if it ment I would delivery early, she replied “not early, but it will be a quick labour!” that reply was good enough for me and has eased my labour fears slightly more!!
Well today was a bit more interesting! I expected to be told that baby was fully engaged, as two weeks ago it was 4/5ths. Claire, my midwife felt the bump for babytays location, and after much feeling around was unsure whether the hard lump at the top of my bump was ass or head.. and she was unable to feel the head down in the pelvis.
She told me there were two situations – either babytays had decided to already become a pain in the ass (literally) and had turned to the breach position, which would result in a c- section, my very worse nightmare! Or I was lucky enough to have been blessed with a very wide pelvis and babytays was buried down deep, which is why the head couldn’t be found.
To find out I was sent to St Michaels for a scan to confirm the position. I spent the whole journey with my fingers crossed that it wasn’t breach, as like I said C section is some ladies dream, but for me would be worse nightmare, I cant think of anything worse than being effectively injured for 6 weeks – no driving etc etc. The only plus side would have been that the operation would have been booked in for 39 weeks, which means babytays would arrive on the 22nd June.
Well I had the scan, and luck was on my side, I was told babytays is deep in my wide pelvis and I’m just waiting for contractions.
When my midwife called later in the day to see how I got on, I asked if it ment I would delivery early, she replied “not early, but it will be a quick labour!” that reply was good enough for me and has eased my labour fears slightly more!!
Wednesday 20 May 2009
34 weeks down, 6 to go!
Ok, I have been so bad at keeping you all updated with the progress of Babytays, but I have good reason!
With working full time, trying to finish all the DIY at home, as well as my urge for keeping my house completely spotless I have to say I have no energy levels and no brain power to write a blog on the evening…
The tiredness stage at the beginning of the pregnancy has returned, and when I do get a release of energy, it is all used up cleaning, repeatedly! I currently have an addiction to an apple fragranced disinfectant, which I just have to have my house smell of, I love it! Very odd I know..
Well anyway, I have hit the 34-week mark this week, or I am in my 35th week, as some information will say..
How am I feeling? Big.. really big
How do I look? Big… really big..
But seriously, yes very excited now but also a ikle scared of the whole labour process. This week will be my third session at anti natal and it has just brought everything out of hiding.
I have found them useful, and Mr T managed to attend last weeks to learn all about the “non” normal labour.. umm not good information to tell them in advance, I expect he will be running off to the Robin Hood pub next door in a panic!
At the moment I’m trying to stick with the attitude that it has to come out, so lets just go with it.. no point worrying too much as I have no choice now! Apparently, the more you relax (yea right) the faster and easier the baby comes out. I have said to Mr T if he repeats that to me when I’m in the height of pain it may not go down too well!
Generally, though, I’m trying to stay positive about labour because firstly and most importantly I get to meet BabyTays, and secondly I can start to fit into my clothes again.
I think this is the most stressful part for me. Although I was very lucky as I expanded on the tummy area from an early stage but the rest of me stayed the same, in fact, I was even wearing my own jeans up until a few weeks ago.
Until that is I woke up once morning after hitting 32 weeks and bang.. I was huge, even getting out the bed I needed to roll and from then on I have just grown and grown.. My arms are fat, my legs are huge (well they feel huge) I cant even pull my jeans over my ass, and my maternity clothes are even getting tight, in fact I have considered just going to work in my pj’s, so at least I will be comfortable. I have to say, I am looking forward to getting my body back again and actually feeling nice when I get dressed in the morning!
Oh well, the long haul of it is over and soon I will become a Mummy and I cant bloody wait!!
5 weeks and 5 days to go and counting!!!
Although the midwife said only 4% arrive on due date, my fingers are crossed my date comes early and not two weeks late!
With working full time, trying to finish all the DIY at home, as well as my urge for keeping my house completely spotless I have to say I have no energy levels and no brain power to write a blog on the evening…
The tiredness stage at the beginning of the pregnancy has returned, and when I do get a release of energy, it is all used up cleaning, repeatedly! I currently have an addiction to an apple fragranced disinfectant, which I just have to have my house smell of, I love it! Very odd I know..
Well anyway, I have hit the 34-week mark this week, or I am in my 35th week, as some information will say..
How am I feeling? Big.. really big
How do I look? Big… really big..
But seriously, yes very excited now but also a ikle scared of the whole labour process. This week will be my third session at anti natal and it has just brought everything out of hiding.
I have found them useful, and Mr T managed to attend last weeks to learn all about the “non” normal labour.. umm not good information to tell them in advance, I expect he will be running off to the Robin Hood pub next door in a panic!
At the moment I’m trying to stick with the attitude that it has to come out, so lets just go with it.. no point worrying too much as I have no choice now! Apparently, the more you relax (yea right) the faster and easier the baby comes out. I have said to Mr T if he repeats that to me when I’m in the height of pain it may not go down too well!
Generally, though, I’m trying to stay positive about labour because firstly and most importantly I get to meet BabyTays, and secondly I can start to fit into my clothes again.
I think this is the most stressful part for me. Although I was very lucky as I expanded on the tummy area from an early stage but the rest of me stayed the same, in fact, I was even wearing my own jeans up until a few weeks ago.
Until that is I woke up once morning after hitting 32 weeks and bang.. I was huge, even getting out the bed I needed to roll and from then on I have just grown and grown.. My arms are fat, my legs are huge (well they feel huge) I cant even pull my jeans over my ass, and my maternity clothes are even getting tight, in fact I have considered just going to work in my pj’s, so at least I will be comfortable. I have to say, I am looking forward to getting my body back again and actually feeling nice when I get dressed in the morning!
Oh well, the long haul of it is over and soon I will become a Mummy and I cant bloody wait!!
5 weeks and 5 days to go and counting!!!
Although the midwife said only 4% arrive on due date, my fingers are crossed my date comes early and not two weeks late!
Monday 13 April 2009
If I was given a pound..
everytime I heard "Oh, you must be nearly due", "god arent you big" and "are you sure its not twins" and the worse one "blimey, it must be a big baby" - I would be having a luxury maternity leave counting the cash!
Just to let you all know -I have 11 weeks to go, yes I am big and have been for what seems like ages, although its slowing down now thank god! No, its not twins and finally I'm praying its not a big baby!
The last comment has had the worse effect on me as I keep having dreams (or should i say nightmares) that the baby arrives huge and in one dream it looked likes a 3 month old not new born... I blame Lisa for her dream that it was a 20lb baby..eekk..
11 weeks to go and counting.. I'm hoping the time now flys by!
Just to let you all know -I have 11 weeks to go, yes I am big and have been for what seems like ages, although its slowing down now thank god! No, its not twins and finally I'm praying its not a big baby!
The last comment has had the worse effect on me as I keep having dreams (or should i say nightmares) that the baby arrives huge and in one dream it looked likes a 3 month old not new born... I blame Lisa for her dream that it was a 20lb baby..eekk..
11 weeks to go and counting.. I'm hoping the time now flys by!
BabyTays get a nursery!
& Mr & Mrs Taylor get wardrobes!
Now that is what I call a successfully Easter Bank Holiday weekend! Rewind one year and we would have both, most likely, be sat here nursing the hangover from hell after spending a Sunday knocking back the shots.
Easter 2009 and despite sickness hitting hard (note to self: pick up prescription tomorrow to re stock on tablets) we have had the most enjoyable bank holiday: painting, building wardrobes, cleaning (or nesting as some might call it) and shopping for nursery accessories!
Now that is what I call a successfully Easter Bank Holiday weekend! Rewind one year and we would have both, most likely, be sat here nursing the hangover from hell after spending a Sunday knocking back the shots.
Easter 2009 and despite sickness hitting hard (note to self: pick up prescription tomorrow to re stock on tablets) we have had the most enjoyable bank holiday: painting, building wardrobes, cleaning (or nesting as some might call it) and shopping for nursery accessories!
Mr T had previously expressed that he would like to include garden wildlife, rather than your typical farm or zoo animals, and luck would have it Mama & Papa’s were having a spring sale… so our once clothes / junk room has been Hodge Podged right up and we love it!
We’ve painted the room Picket Fence (a warmish white), with oak fitted wardrobe and of course the Hodge Podge items with includes hedgehogs, birds, mice and foxes - a few of the items are pictured below.
We’ve painted the room Picket Fence (a warmish white), with oak fitted wardrobe and of course the Hodge Podge items with includes hedgehogs, birds, mice and foxes - a few of the items are pictured below.
Now we just need a cot.... oh and BabyTays to arrive!
Tuesday 24 March 2009
Fudge Brain!
It’s beginning to set in – fudge brain!
Previously a very well organised person is slowly turning into a forgetful dimwit! A women who loves to chat – to suddenly forget the end of the sentence half way through, to walk into the kitchen 3 times and forget each time what I went in for seems to be amusing Mr T!
A classic example is cooking tea last night, first a hot baking tray slips into my hand so what do I do? use my other hand to pick it up..doh! result = two burnt hands. This is followed by me covering my hands in sudocrem, and then attempting to pick up a glass of drink, you can guess the end result. But on a bright side Mr T had a good old chuckle, while I cried and snotted like a kid on his shoulder mumbling about how useless I had become! 10 mins later and i was feeling much better.
The joys of fudge brains!
I’m sure this is just the start of some classic fudge brain incidents, which are sure to follow in the coming weeks.
Previously a very well organised person is slowly turning into a forgetful dimwit! A women who loves to chat – to suddenly forget the end of the sentence half way through, to walk into the kitchen 3 times and forget each time what I went in for seems to be amusing Mr T!
A classic example is cooking tea last night, first a hot baking tray slips into my hand so what do I do? use my other hand to pick it up..doh! result = two burnt hands. This is followed by me covering my hands in sudocrem, and then attempting to pick up a glass of drink, you can guess the end result. But on a bright side Mr T had a good old chuckle, while I cried and snotted like a kid on his shoulder mumbling about how useless I had become! 10 mins later and i was feeling much better.
The joys of fudge brains!
I’m sure this is just the start of some classic fudge brain incidents, which are sure to follow in the coming weeks.
Quick Catch Up!
Sorry for a lack of blog over the past couple of weeks, been slightly hectic!
I’ve had my 25 week appointment with the doc. You may be surprised to hear that this was my first official appointment with the doc, other visits had been at my request for sickness tablets! All other appointments have been with the midwife.
Anyway, appointment all went well, heartbeat was good, blood pressure OK and she has referred me for physio for my bad back.
The only hiccup of the day, was Mr T using the urine sample pot for drill bits, which I discovered after half hour of running round the house looking for it in the morning, while desperate to go to loo!
Bad Back
God, I now feel sorry for all those people who suffer from a bad back! I’ve always thought I was too young to experience this, however pregnancy has brought the pleasure, or lack, of this experience early and I hope to god it goes once the baby has arrived.
I’m assuming the fact that already I have put on two stone, yes two stone!!! And I still have 14 weeks left, has had put a strain on my ikle back.
The good news is that I have already received my first physio appointment for next Monday, so hopefully they will be able to help.
I’m missing taking Marley for her long walks, especially with the nice weather we’ve been having, and have had to move all kitchen cupboard items to a higher level so I don’t have to bend over. Even sitting on my lounging sofa has become a struggle.
Pregnancy Grant
I blogged a while back about the new grant scheme for pregnant ladies, well last week I hit 25 weeks and did not delay requesting the form from my midwife and sent it straight in. Apparently there is a backlog on applications. The £190 will be going towards our nursery furniture!
I’ve had my 25 week appointment with the doc. You may be surprised to hear that this was my first official appointment with the doc, other visits had been at my request for sickness tablets! All other appointments have been with the midwife.
Anyway, appointment all went well, heartbeat was good, blood pressure OK and she has referred me for physio for my bad back.
The only hiccup of the day, was Mr T using the urine sample pot for drill bits, which I discovered after half hour of running round the house looking for it in the morning, while desperate to go to loo!
Bad Back
God, I now feel sorry for all those people who suffer from a bad back! I’ve always thought I was too young to experience this, however pregnancy has brought the pleasure, or lack, of this experience early and I hope to god it goes once the baby has arrived.
I’m assuming the fact that already I have put on two stone, yes two stone!!! And I still have 14 weeks left, has had put a strain on my ikle back.
The good news is that I have already received my first physio appointment for next Monday, so hopefully they will be able to help.
I’m missing taking Marley for her long walks, especially with the nice weather we’ve been having, and have had to move all kitchen cupboard items to a higher level so I don’t have to bend over. Even sitting on my lounging sofa has become a struggle.
Pregnancy Grant
I blogged a while back about the new grant scheme for pregnant ladies, well last week I hit 25 weeks and did not delay requesting the form from my midwife and sent it straight in. Apparently there is a backlog on applications. The £190 will be going towards our nursery furniture!
Thursday 5 March 2009
Are baby clothes really that cute??
Over the past few weeks, I have started buying bits & pieces for BabyTays, including the recommended list of baby clothes for your hospital bag - babygrows, vests, socks etc. Although I have to say if you are clueless to the sex of your baby there is limited stock for you to chose from, as all baby shops have very little which isn’t pink or blue and there is only so much white you can buy!
Buying baby clothes for your hospital bag does come with a tricky question though, which size should I buy? Newborn baby clothes come in a number of sizes from Up to 6lbs - Up to 10lbs.
It is a game of guess your babies weight before he/she is born. To be on the safe side I have so far only opted for the larger of the three sizes (although I hope its not a 9lb er, ouch!) so at least we know BabyTays will grow into them and if it arrives as a 6/7lb baby Mr T will need to go on an emergency shopping trip.
Anyway, on purchasing my first few items I kept them hung up in our spare room and Mr T would chuckle as I would go and take a look every couple of days (or hours!), still excited at the fact were having a baby.
This came to sudden end, as one day it dawned on me... “OMG, I’ve got to push that out!” and now every time I look at these “cute” little baby grows and vest and I just keep thinking… "that’s going to bloody hurt!!!"
But as I keep being told, it will be worth it in the end!
Saturday 28 February 2009
Finally Blooming..
Two days away from the 23rd week mark and I woke up this morning bright and early, and realised “I’m finally blooming”
I’ve been told since the announcement of my pregnancy that I would be blooming soon and I can honest say I felt like that day would never come and it was just a myth to give pregnant ladies some hope!
Well I take it all back.
So, why am I blooming..
1. My skin is finally starting to look less like a teenagers spotty skin and has almost cleared up, with a nice glow appearing.
2. Thanks to another doze of sickness pills from the doctors this week, I’ve not been or even felt sick (to the usual extend) for 4 days and have high hopes that it will now come to an end.
3. For 4 nights I have now slept all thought the night…yippee!! Hence I’m up early on a Saturday morning not feeling hanging and with plenty of energy to go on a morning walk with Marley.
4. Babytays is really moving around, kicking and nudging which is a brilliant feeling.
5. The sun is beginning to shine!!
6. I now look like a proper pregnant lady with a belly measuring 41in!!
7. Good old hubby is doing most of the housework these days, added bonus!
8. I can finally wear my wedding ring on the correct finger, thanks to the discovery of Spray Plaster! Since I’ve been 6 weeks pregnant I have strangely developed a rash on my wedding ring finger, but can wear it on the other hand no problems. Very strange! I am so pleased about this as I’ve only had chance to actually wear my ring properly for about 2 months. So I now look like a married pregnant lady again.
9. Today is baby shopping day for Moses basket, pram research and looking at nursery ideas.
And finally
10. My family are all well and at home, which is a huge relief!
Monday 16 February 2009
A kick in the ribs!
Ok, so this blog is a bit late on the update side of things, as I’m pretty sure Babytays first started (or at least I felt it moving) at around 15 week but you read that it is more common to feel it after 17 weeks with your first so I wasn’t quite sure.
Well anyway, now there is no doubt it is moving around in there and it appears to love Eastenders (ha-ha Mr T will be pleased, that’s two against one!), that or it’s the first time in the day when I get to sit down quietly and actually notice it’s awake and wiggling around.
What does it feel like? Well at first I would describe it as that feeling you get on a rollercoaster but on a smaller scale in the bottom of your belly, a nice fluttering feeling which I’m guessing is Babytays turning around.
But now at 21 weeks it feels like Babytays has taken a lesson or two in Martial arts! As it’s no longer just a nice feeling I get at the bottom of my belly, Babytays is now on the move! One minute I can feel it under my ribs, the next its seems to be stuck in my pelvis with the nice fluttering feeling reappearing in-between.
The midwife said that from 20 week you should be able to feel about 10 movements a day, well this ikle one does more than that during an episode of Eastenders and especially likes to make me aware of its presence right on bed time.
According to my weekly updates Babytays should now measure approx 27cm from crown to foot, so I’m guessing that explains the kicks & nudges.
I wonder if this is a sign as to how active Babytays will be once born, looks like we’re going to be kept very busy!!
Monday 9 February 2009
The full story…first pics on snow day!!
Well my scan day excitement turned into more of a panic as I woke up and peered out of my window to discover a sheet of white covering my car, drive and extending my garden so it looked like it joined the house across the road.
This was Bristol’s first really Snow Day in 27 years! (or so we thought until the next morning!)
I quickly rang hubby in a panic about how were were going to manage to make the appointment if the sun didn’t melt the snow in the next 5 hours! He promised me that we would make it to the ball.. Of course, I do trust my hubby fully, but as a back up plan I prepped a man who can with a 4x4 that I may be requesting a favour!
Mr T arrived at home, at 14.15 and set away clearing the drive way and uncovering the car and off we set at 14.30 leaving plenty of time to make the appointment. During all this Snow Day excitement, I started to down the pints of water required to enable the scan to be clear. Drinking water and holding it in when you have become a regular toilet visitor is a challenge in itself!
We arrived at the hospitals 15 mins later, the different in snow levels in the centre and suburbs is surprising! We checked ourselves in at reception and I enquired as to whether there were any delays and if it was possible to take a quick pee and top myself back up?!? I was advised I could take a 10 sec wee, as long as I drunk a bottle of water after.
At 15.35pm we were called.
The scan lady entered the room and informed us that she would be looking at the baby development and asked us whether we wanted to be informed of any abnormity, to which we replied yes, this question made the worry set in.
She started off by measuring BabyTays heart, body & legs and told us that the baby was tucked away low so she couldn’t get to the facial details and its second arm/hand. This innocent comment made Mr T panic that the baby only had one arm, bless him!
The solution to this was to tilt the bed so I was practically upside down, this made BabyTays come down from its snuggly position and enable us to see its ikle face. The scan lady also pointed out that I was having Braxton Hick contractions, which can be seen in the photo’s. Braxton Hicks are pre labour contractors, which are preparing your womb for the dreaded L word. She then finished up by measuring its spine and told us everything was good, at which point Mr T started to breath again...
When we had finished she asked us both if there was anything else about Babytays we would like to know? To which we both replied NO!
And no.. on the picture, it is in fact the leg you can see.
So the sex of the baby will remain a secret, until IT decides to enter the world.
Facts & Figures
BabyTays measurements are:
Bi-parietal Diameter 45mm 19 weeks & 4 days
Head Circumference 164mm 19 weeks & 3 days
Abdominal Circumference 148mm 20 weeks & 1 day
Femur Length 32 mm 20 weeks & 0 days
How did it feel to actually see BabyTays for the first time?
Absolutely amazing! We started off a bit on edge, until we heard that everything was OK and then the relief kicked in. The pictures we were given are so clear it’s unbelievable, you can see its facial features really clearly.
Relief also kicked in when I ran out to the toilet, someone pressing down on your belly for 15 mins had not helped in the slightest.
The next count down is to the big L and arrival of Babytays. In the meantime, I will pass the time by going on a major shopping mission preparing for the new arrival.
This was Bristol’s first really Snow Day in 27 years! (or so we thought until the next morning!)
I quickly rang hubby in a panic about how were were going to manage to make the appointment if the sun didn’t melt the snow in the next 5 hours! He promised me that we would make it to the ball.. Of course, I do trust my hubby fully, but as a back up plan I prepped a man who can with a 4x4 that I may be requesting a favour!
Mr T arrived at home, at 14.15 and set away clearing the drive way and uncovering the car and off we set at 14.30 leaving plenty of time to make the appointment. During all this Snow Day excitement, I started to down the pints of water required to enable the scan to be clear. Drinking water and holding it in when you have become a regular toilet visitor is a challenge in itself!
We arrived at the hospitals 15 mins later, the different in snow levels in the centre and suburbs is surprising! We checked ourselves in at reception and I enquired as to whether there were any delays and if it was possible to take a quick pee and top myself back up?!? I was advised I could take a 10 sec wee, as long as I drunk a bottle of water after.
At 15.35pm we were called.
The scan lady entered the room and informed us that she would be looking at the baby development and asked us whether we wanted to be informed of any abnormity, to which we replied yes, this question made the worry set in.
She started off by measuring BabyTays heart, body & legs and told us that the baby was tucked away low so she couldn’t get to the facial details and its second arm/hand. This innocent comment made Mr T panic that the baby only had one arm, bless him!
The solution to this was to tilt the bed so I was practically upside down, this made BabyTays come down from its snuggly position and enable us to see its ikle face. The scan lady also pointed out that I was having Braxton Hick contractions, which can be seen in the photo’s. Braxton Hicks are pre labour contractors, which are preparing your womb for the dreaded L word. She then finished up by measuring its spine and told us everything was good, at which point Mr T started to breath again...
When we had finished she asked us both if there was anything else about Babytays we would like to know? To which we both replied NO!
And no.. on the picture, it is in fact the leg you can see.
So the sex of the baby will remain a secret, until IT decides to enter the world.
Facts & Figures
BabyTays measurements are:
Bi-parietal Diameter 45mm 19 weeks & 4 days
Head Circumference 164mm 19 weeks & 3 days
Abdominal Circumference 148mm 20 weeks & 1 day
Femur Length 32 mm 20 weeks & 0 days
How did it feel to actually see BabyTays for the first time?
Absolutely amazing! We started off a bit on edge, until we heard that everything was OK and then the relief kicked in. The pictures we were given are so clear it’s unbelievable, you can see its facial features really clearly.
Relief also kicked in when I ran out to the toilet, someone pressing down on your belly for 15 mins had not helped in the slightest.
The next count down is to the big L and arrival of Babytays. In the meantime, I will pass the time by going on a major shopping mission preparing for the new arrival.
Sunday 8 February 2009
BabyTays first pictures, taken on snow day!!
For those of you who have been waiting for BabyTays first pictures, wait no longer....
I'll provide full details of our 20 week scan experience when I have a bit more energy (completely knackered from weekend) but to keep you going let me intoduce you...
P.S No sickness all weekend, thats a first!!! fingers crossed...
Wednesday 4 February 2009
Pregnancy Yoga, it’s a must!
Well, I should currently be at my pregnancy yoga class but I’m having another sick day and to be honest I’ve had enough of sticking my head down a public loo, so decided to stay home. You just can’t beat your own toilet, it’s luxury!
But for all those pregnant ladies out there I can highly recommend finding your local Yoga for Pregnant Ladies Classes. I found details of our local class through my midwife. Be warned they do have a bit of a waiting list so get your name down sooner than later, you also need to be over 12 weeks to attend.
Now every Wednesday evening myself & fellow fat friend with twins, Becky join the rest of the gang for a hour of chat, relaxing and learning to breath…there is a skill to it honest!
Week one I must say was a bit of an eye opener. As the newbie’s, we were quite shocked about the detail some pregnant ladies go into, in fact we were like kids giggling at the back when one lady informed us she was booked for a C section but was hoping for a vaginal birth! Surely the correct description would be “natural birth” and I did have to stop myself from asking where else it would come out from? This was just the start, and the only example I can give incase kids are reading!
Well, after we got over the graphic details these guys go into we tried our hardest to conker the whole breathing thing.. Now these ladies are experts in this field, and many of them have gone through labour just using the breathing technique, how the hell!! I can ensure you I will be sticking to the gas & air. But when we stopped trying to catch up with everyone elses breathing and relaxed it did start to come easier.
The whole point of these classes is to move your body to allow more room for the baby to grow and to help make you both more comfortable, which, I can see will be of huge benefit as BabyTays gets bigger! Also, to learn how breathing can help in labour, if you’re stressed, can’t sleep and more importantly to help you control sickness! By the second week I can honest say I enjoyed it a lot more and started to see the benefits.
I also enjoy the fact that everyone sits around and talks about their pregnancy at the start, all these ladies are 30 weeks+ so its great to hear their stories, advice & even learn a bit about the dreaded L word, which up until these classes I’ve tried to avoid.
So yes this is differently something I would recommend to all your pregnant ladies! & of course popping to the pub after for an appletiser & chat finishes off the evening lovely.
But for all those pregnant ladies out there I can highly recommend finding your local Yoga for Pregnant Ladies Classes. I found details of our local class through my midwife. Be warned they do have a bit of a waiting list so get your name down sooner than later, you also need to be over 12 weeks to attend.
Now every Wednesday evening myself & fellow fat friend with twins, Becky join the rest of the gang for a hour of chat, relaxing and learning to breath…there is a skill to it honest!
Week one I must say was a bit of an eye opener. As the newbie’s, we were quite shocked about the detail some pregnant ladies go into, in fact we were like kids giggling at the back when one lady informed us she was booked for a C section but was hoping for a vaginal birth! Surely the correct description would be “natural birth” and I did have to stop myself from asking where else it would come out from? This was just the start, and the only example I can give incase kids are reading!
Well, after we got over the graphic details these guys go into we tried our hardest to conker the whole breathing thing.. Now these ladies are experts in this field, and many of them have gone through labour just using the breathing technique, how the hell!! I can ensure you I will be sticking to the gas & air. But when we stopped trying to catch up with everyone elses breathing and relaxed it did start to come easier.
The whole point of these classes is to move your body to allow more room for the baby to grow and to help make you both more comfortable, which, I can see will be of huge benefit as BabyTays gets bigger! Also, to learn how breathing can help in labour, if you’re stressed, can’t sleep and more importantly to help you control sickness! By the second week I can honest say I enjoyed it a lot more and started to see the benefits.
I also enjoy the fact that everyone sits around and talks about their pregnancy at the start, all these ladies are 30 weeks+ so its great to hear their stories, advice & even learn a bit about the dreaded L word, which up until these classes I’ve tried to avoid.
So yes this is differently something I would recommend to all your pregnant ladies! & of course popping to the pub after for an appletiser & chat finishes off the evening lovely.
Friday 23 January 2009
The Bump!
Today I finally got around to taking a photo of my bump.
While I was at it, I was brave and decided to measure the largest part. So what do you think I would measure at almost 18 weeks; bearing in mind that just 5 months ago I fit into my wedding dress with probably a 26in waist?
Well, your guess is probably nowhere near. My bump measures 38in, yes, that’s not a typo 38ins and I’m not even half way through my pregnancy.
To add to the surprise I took a tape measure to Tony aka Grumps to Babytays (instead of gramps) to compare. Tony, 59 today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONY is measuring at 44ins, only 6ins larger, and achieved over a much longer length of time….
I have a feeling I will be larger than Tony within the next month, and will probably be borrowing his clothes, oh god what a thought!!
Once Babytays arrives I have set Tony a challenge, who can slim down the quickest??
To make things interesting – TONY If you win, you will never have to babysit on a Saturday night, if I win ha ha ha your Saturday nights are looking very cosy at home -with a bambino!
Oh a brighter note, my boobs are growing in proportion to my bump - HAPPY DAYS!!
While I was at it, I was brave and decided to measure the largest part. So what do you think I would measure at almost 18 weeks; bearing in mind that just 5 months ago I fit into my wedding dress with probably a 26in waist?
Well, your guess is probably nowhere near. My bump measures 38in, yes, that’s not a typo 38ins and I’m not even half way through my pregnancy.
To add to the surprise I took a tape measure to Tony aka Grumps to Babytays (instead of gramps) to compare. Tony, 59 today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONY is measuring at 44ins, only 6ins larger, and achieved over a much longer length of time….
I have a feeling I will be larger than Tony within the next month, and will probably be borrowing his clothes, oh god what a thought!!
Once Babytays arrives I have set Tony a challenge, who can slim down the quickest??
To make things interesting – TONY If you win, you will never have to babysit on a Saturday night, if I win ha ha ha your Saturday nights are looking very cosy at home -with a bambino!
Oh a brighter note, my boobs are growing in proportion to my bump - HAPPY DAYS!!
£190 for us mums to be!
Great news for us mothers to be, the government have introduced a new grant to help us survive the credit crunch!
From April 09 we can claim a one-off tax free payment from the HMRC. You have to be 25 weeks pregnant to qualify for the "Health In Pregnancy Grant".
Your due date must be on or after the 6th April 09.
You can find more information here and also sign up to receive a text / email reminder when you are in your 25th week as a reminder, I've already signed up for mine!
All helps for the BabyTays fund, that’s half of the cost of a cot.
HAPPY DAYS!
From April 09 we can claim a one-off tax free payment from the HMRC. You have to be 25 weeks pregnant to qualify for the "Health In Pregnancy Grant".
Your due date must be on or after the 6th April 09.
You can find more information here and also sign up to receive a text / email reminder when you are in your 25th week as a reminder, I've already signed up for mine!
All helps for the BabyTays fund, that’s half of the cost of a cot.
HAPPY DAYS!
Tuesday 20 January 2009
20 Week Scan
Oh a brighter note.. we've had our 20 week scan appointment for the 5th Feb.
Look out for babytays first photos coming soon!!!
Look out for babytays first photos coming soon!!!
Emotional Rollercoaster...
Ok, so I’m not giving pregnancy a good name, but do remember this is only my experience and so far I am what the text books would call the ‘unfortunate few’.
Meaning that after the 12 weeks period (1st trimester), the blooming stage is suppose to kick in, well I can honestly say I’ve not yet been fortunate to experience this part and have had the pleasure of people telling me for 5 week now that “your be blooming soon” well blooming my ass!!! You’re all liars!!
Now don’t get me wrong, a number of pregnant women have a much worse time of it than me, so I know I am lucky, but the point of this blog is to give people my inside view…
I’m currently laid in bed at stupid o’clock, as in early cos I’ve had enough of today and tomorrow couldn’t possible come soon enough. I’m having what one might call a extremely emotional or hormonal day. A day when the water works can be started off at the slights thing for example me burning the sausages.. yes that’s right this incident brought on the water works and it didn’t stop there, the water works continued for at least the next hour off and on for the smallest, most stupid reasons, poor Mr T must wonder what emotional wreak he’s living with this week!! (note to myself: must thank Mr Tays for being a star once this is over!)
So after a completely shit day, waterworks evening I decided to have a nice shower and a bit of pampering to end the day on a brighter note… but oh no my trusted friend “Mr bloody sickness” had to make a reappearance, this being the final straw in which I decided to give up on today and hope tomorrow brings a bit more joy.
Tomorrow myself and fat with twins, friend Becky are going for our first session of yoga for pregnant ladies!
Meaning that after the 12 weeks period (1st trimester), the blooming stage is suppose to kick in, well I can honestly say I’ve not yet been fortunate to experience this part and have had the pleasure of people telling me for 5 week now that “your be blooming soon” well blooming my ass!!! You’re all liars!!
Now don’t get me wrong, a number of pregnant women have a much worse time of it than me, so I know I am lucky, but the point of this blog is to give people my inside view…
I’m currently laid in bed at stupid o’clock, as in early cos I’ve had enough of today and tomorrow couldn’t possible come soon enough. I’m having what one might call a extremely emotional or hormonal day. A day when the water works can be started off at the slights thing for example me burning the sausages.. yes that’s right this incident brought on the water works and it didn’t stop there, the water works continued for at least the next hour off and on for the smallest, most stupid reasons, poor Mr T must wonder what emotional wreak he’s living with this week!! (note to myself: must thank Mr Tays for being a star once this is over!)
So after a completely shit day, waterworks evening I decided to have a nice shower and a bit of pampering to end the day on a brighter note… but oh no my trusted friend “Mr bloody sickness” had to make a reappearance, this being the final straw in which I decided to give up on today and hope tomorrow brings a bit more joy.
Tomorrow myself and fat with twins, friend Becky are going for our first session of yoga for pregnant ladies!
Wednesday 14 January 2009
16 Week Check Up and Heartbeat
Yesterday was my 16-week check up with the midwife at 9am
My first dilemma of the day, the wee sample (yes you have to take one every time) but they baffle you with facts about how its not allowed to be the first wee of the day and it shouldn’t be after having something sweet to drink, so bang goes my morning cup of tea as I’m a two sugar girl. Your probably wondering why this is a dilemma, well when you don’t typically get up until 8am (at a push) there are only so many times you go to the toilet in 45 mins, so morning cuppa was exchanged for some refreshing glasses of water. Mission accomplished and I set off to the docs.
Claire Sweet is my midwife, this is my second time meeting her and she is lovely! Just the sort of person you would like as a midwife, although I will point out she wont be there when I actually go through the traumatic experience of delivering babytays (although we don’t think or talk about that part yet).
First off check the wee sample, all OK, next is the blood pressure and as usually, it is low.
Next are the blood test results from my previous appointment at 12 weeks. All results are all OK including the HIV, which is always a good thing.
You might be wondering what I’m talking about but when your pregnant they test you for HIV & Hepatitis along with a number of other things. Now you might think nothing of this but seriously its not till you have the test you start to think “bloody hell what if I did have it” I have to be honest and say I have made stupid mistakes in the past but its not big and not clever so don’t try it at home kids!! Your be pleased to hear they all come back fine and my blood type was confirmed as 0 positive, which is the most common type.
Ok, results time over and now the exciting bit… listening to the heartbeat.
Now a few weeks ago a friend told me you could tell the sex from the sound of the heartbeat, if it sounds like a horse, it’s a girl and if it sounds like a train, it’s a boy.
Hearing the heartbeat was amazing, it’s the first time that you get to hear the little person growing in side of you. The midwife said it was growing well (although we knew that from the size of my bump already) and its heartbeat was nice and strong, she could even hear it kicking..
So now your wondering what it sounded like… well I would say train so if the theory’s right I’m having a boy, plus with the kicking its already practicing to join his fathers football team BPH. He will be a happy daddy.
Tuesday 13 January 2009
10 Interesting facts I discovered in my first trimester
1. It is possible to hate everyone one day and love them the next.
2. You are actually pregnant for 9 1/2 months! You are pregnant before you even do the wicked deed, yep if you don’t believe me Google it! The dates start from the first day of your last period, so when I thought I was 3 weeks gone, I was actually 5.
3. Constantly feeling sick is much worse than being sick. At least if you are sick you feel better for a while.
4. Sleepless nights start straight away, well for me they did! 3 bloody 30 every night I’m awake, bright as a button for at least an hour and this is the most boring hour. At least sleepless nights once you have had the baby will keep me busy. Also sleepless nights are not good for your mood especially when you have work the next day. I feel for my poor husband, a tired Mrs Tay’s is not a good thing + hormones and it is terrible.
5. Growing boobs are soooo painfully, it’s like going through puberty again.
6. By going out in the cold you discover what it must feel like to have pins stuck in your nipples; it really is that bad.
7. Anything & everything can make you heave…well it does for me anyway.
8. Not drinking over festive season is not a pleasant experience.
9. Friends saying “it will be worth it in the end” when your feeling like shit does not help, but at least they are trying.
10. Reading books to begin with provides lots of information, but can also cause you to worry unnecessarily. I recommend talking to friends who have already been there and signing up for weekly emails from http://www.babycentre.co.uk/. I receive these every Monday and the information has been spot on.
babytays up until now..
I’m wishing I had started this blog earlier as I have had so much to share. I’ll try and take a quick look back at what has happened so far..
20th Oct 2008
I woke up and just had a sudden thought “oh lets do that pregnancy test in the drawer” very random and if I had thought about it I would have left it until I got home from work, not at 8.30am in the morning! Results came up positive, so was on the phone to Mr T straight away to let him know I had already got his birthday present… a baby! As his birthday is the 7th July, around 9 months after conception.. or so I thought.
Next was a quick text to my pal Nat as I knew she was jetting off on hols and for some strange reason never takes her mobile and I couldn’t possibly have waiting til she got back!
It wasn’t until later in the day I suddenly thought… my god how much sambuca had I drunk the week before, celebrating the success of an event I manage a4uexpo, oops!!
I promise Mr t I wont tell a single person (doh) about the baby as its bad luck before 12 weeks
22nd Oct 2008
I just can’t keep it in anymore.. I need to tell Cath the exciting news plus I want to borrow her baby books and talk in detail to a female who has already been through it, so over to Cath’s I pop for a cup of tea after work.
17th Nov 2008
First trip to the see the midwife, was given the brightest orange book you can imagine, not very discreet, in fact it just spells out LOOK AT ME, I’M PREGNANT! But if I’m honest by this time me being pregnant is the worse kept secret in Europe, apart from at work where I’m determine not to let on until 12 weeks.
24th Nov 2008
Ok, ignore my last sentence today I told my boss, mainly cos I spend most the morning outside throwing up, umm nice, and then did the typically girly thing of busting into tear when he asked if I was ok, to which I replied “I’m pregnant, please can I go home cos I feel ill” He’s a bloke so of course he did not argue at this stage.
I continued to be ill for the rest of the day, I think this could be a bug though as I haven’t actually been sick through the pregnancy, just felt sick
25th Nov 2008
Today i'm 27 and ill
27th Nov 2008
Time to return to work and face the music, after not seeing my boss since confessing I’m expecting.
5th Dec 2008
Scan day!!! Mr T and I make our way up to St Michaels for our dating scan, I am now 10 weeks. It is amazing, its only 30mm long but it was waving out to us, or so I like to think.
Totally gutted they don’t allow you to have photos though!!
My due date is confirmed as the 29th June.
Christmas
My first T Total Christmas in about 12 years and oh what a boring time it is when everyone else is getting p*ssed!
Not helped by the fact that the sickness has returned with revenge, woke up Boxing Day and didn’t keep a thing down until New Years day.
Final straw was New Years eve, we had plans to go out with Mark & Becky, my fellow fat pregnant friend for a civilized Chinese but was still feeling terrible, in fact the girly water works started again when I text to say we had to cancel. Mr T made me call the doctor who asked me to come up straight away and gave me a check over before prescribing what I can only describe as my magic pills. One pill and I’m zonked on the sofa by 6.30pm, briefly surfacing at 9.30pm for a drink and then I’m off to bed for what was the best night sleep I had had for approx 3 months. The tablets are my new best friend, oh plus I haven’t been sick!
Not so good an evening for hubby who for the first time in probably 20 years has had a T Total New Year, although he said he felt better for it the next day. I think he was just trying to make me feel better.
Since New Years I’m still sick every morning at about 8am but have had decent nights sleep so can live with that!
so that brings you up todate to where I am today…
20th Oct 2008
I woke up and just had a sudden thought “oh lets do that pregnancy test in the drawer” very random and if I had thought about it I would have left it until I got home from work, not at 8.30am in the morning! Results came up positive, so was on the phone to Mr T straight away to let him know I had already got his birthday present… a baby! As his birthday is the 7th July, around 9 months after conception.. or so I thought.
Next was a quick text to my pal Nat as I knew she was jetting off on hols and for some strange reason never takes her mobile and I couldn’t possibly have waiting til she got back!
It wasn’t until later in the day I suddenly thought… my god how much sambuca had I drunk the week before, celebrating the success of an event I manage a4uexpo, oops!!
I promise Mr t I wont tell a single person (doh) about the baby as its bad luck before 12 weeks
22nd Oct 2008
I just can’t keep it in anymore.. I need to tell Cath the exciting news plus I want to borrow her baby books and talk in detail to a female who has already been through it, so over to Cath’s I pop for a cup of tea after work.
17th Nov 2008
First trip to the see the midwife, was given the brightest orange book you can imagine, not very discreet, in fact it just spells out LOOK AT ME, I’M PREGNANT! But if I’m honest by this time me being pregnant is the worse kept secret in Europe, apart from at work where I’m determine not to let on until 12 weeks.
24th Nov 2008
Ok, ignore my last sentence today I told my boss, mainly cos I spend most the morning outside throwing up, umm nice, and then did the typically girly thing of busting into tear when he asked if I was ok, to which I replied “I’m pregnant, please can I go home cos I feel ill” He’s a bloke so of course he did not argue at this stage.
I continued to be ill for the rest of the day, I think this could be a bug though as I haven’t actually been sick through the pregnancy, just felt sick
25th Nov 2008
Today i'm 27 and ill
27th Nov 2008
Time to return to work and face the music, after not seeing my boss since confessing I’m expecting.
5th Dec 2008
Scan day!!! Mr T and I make our way up to St Michaels for our dating scan, I am now 10 weeks. It is amazing, its only 30mm long but it was waving out to us, or so I like to think.
Totally gutted they don’t allow you to have photos though!!
My due date is confirmed as the 29th June.
Christmas
My first T Total Christmas in about 12 years and oh what a boring time it is when everyone else is getting p*ssed!
Not helped by the fact that the sickness has returned with revenge, woke up Boxing Day and didn’t keep a thing down until New Years day.
Final straw was New Years eve, we had plans to go out with Mark & Becky, my fellow fat pregnant friend for a civilized Chinese but was still feeling terrible, in fact the girly water works started again when I text to say we had to cancel. Mr T made me call the doctor who asked me to come up straight away and gave me a check over before prescribing what I can only describe as my magic pills. One pill and I’m zonked on the sofa by 6.30pm, briefly surfacing at 9.30pm for a drink and then I’m off to bed for what was the best night sleep I had had for approx 3 months. The tablets are my new best friend, oh plus I haven’t been sick!
Not so good an evening for hubby who for the first time in probably 20 years has had a T Total New Year, although he said he felt better for it the next day. I think he was just trying to make me feel better.
Since New Years I’m still sick every morning at about 8am but have had decent nights sleep so can live with that!
so that brings you up todate to where I am today…
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