August 2007

Amy’s Birth Story

by Veronica on August 31, 2007

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Seeing as we are coming up to Amy’s first birthday, I thought that I might write down her birth story finally.

Forgive me if some parts are a little hazy, I was in a little bit of pain and it was 12 months ago after all.

39w2d- I went in for a weekly check up with the doctors. I was having niggly contractions but nothing really painful, more like intense braxton hicks contractions.

I told the doctor that I thought the baby might be starting to come and he asked if I wanted him to check me and see how I was doing. I agreed. He had a med. student with him and I consented to let her do the internal. From the look on her face and the way she went about it, I think it may have been her first internal. hehe

She couldn’t find my cervix so he stepped in and checked me. Owwwww! ( I was later told by the midwife that he had stripped my membranes to help get labour started)

He pronounced me 3cm dialated but said that my cervix was still ‘very posterior’, but that he expected to see me in delivery that night.

I was excited! So was Nathan.

For the remainder of that day I had bloody show (from the stripping of the membranes) and vague crampy contractions. That night I went into the hospital to be checked again because I was having braxton hicks contractions every 2mins. Unfortunately they checked me and sent me home, still 3cm dialated.

Days passed.

At 40w I developed a chest infection and a bad cold. I was so sick!!! I rang the hospital, because I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t have GP that I could go see. I got an ABSOLUTE COW on the other end of the phone! She was so condescending and then she badmouthed me to a collegue WHILE I WAS STILL ON THE PHONE!!!

I had a doctors appointment the next day at the hospital (40w 2d) and the very lovely doctor I saw sent me down to the assessment centre to have my O2 levels checked. They prescribed me antibiotics and booked me in for an induction the following week. By this stage I was so sick and so tired and the damn baby looked like she was never going to make an appearance.

On the 5th September, the day before I was booked for my induction I went into labour. FINALLY

I woke up at 8am having a contraction. Nathan had been up all night (he was on holidays and still adjusting from working nights). He started to get undressed to go to bed and I thold him that I thought getting undressed was a bad idea.

At 8.10am I had another contraction. I thought ‘Yay it’s starting!’ I got up and started to get dressed. At 8.12am (yes 2mins later) I had another contraction. From then on my contractions came every 2mins and lasted for 1min.

I rang the hospital at 8.20am and they told me to come straight in because I couldn’t talk through my contractions.

Nathan got out of bed and rang a taxi to take us to the hospital.

I got to the hospital at 9.10am still having contractions every 2mins. They hooked me up to the moniters and monitered me for 40mins. That was hard because I couldn’t move about to help ease the pain. Sometime while I was being assessed I heard my mum talking to the midwives. I made Nathan go and get her for me.

Once the moniters were unstrapped a midwife came into check me and she pronounced me 6cm and well on the way. 10mins later she came back to say that they had a bed for me in delivery. By this stage I wanted to vomit, so they got a wheelchair and wheeled me into delivery.

I kicked my mum out shortly after I got to delivery. I couldn’t cope with her in there and I think she was happier out of the room.

I laid down on the bed after trying to walk through the contractions for a bit, but I was just too damn tired from my cold.

I was in a fair bit of pain by now and I was wailing through the contractions. I asked for pain relief (an epidural) and was told that the anesthesiologist was busy at the moment. The lovely midwife offered me pethidine and I accepted.

Instead of being given the pethidine in my bum though, I was given a calendula in my wrist and they injected the pethidine and some maxalone (for nausea) straight into my vein.

Ahhhhhhhhhh

At this point they also put me on a glucose drip because I was exhausted.

The pethidine took effect really quickly and I relaxed soooo much that I was dealing with the contractions really well. I didn’t need an epidural after all.

My midwife said that she’d never seen pethadine work so well for anyone. She said I looked so relaxed that anyone would of thought I had had an epidural.

Nathan got to relax a little at this point. He sat down and I got down to the serious business of snoozing during contractions.

At 9cm dialated the pethidine wore off. They said I couldn’t have anymore bacause of how far along I was =(. They also broke my water.

3 contactions after my waters broke I felt the urge to push and the midwife told me to do what felt natural.

After about 40mins of pushing when nothing was really moving along the midwife and Nathan physically picked me up and put me on the toilet to push. As uncomfortable as it was, I felt Amy move down heaps.

I staggered back to my bed and tried to resume the pushing, but I was too tired. Amy’s heart rate dropped drastically and didn’t come back up so they picked me up and rolled me onto my left side. I was beyond thought by this point. Luckily her heart rate picked back up, but they decided that she needed to come out !Right Now!

The brought in the OB who was a bitch BTW. She injected me with a local anesthetic and proceded to give me an episiotomy. She then extracted Amy with the ventouse all the while yelling “PUSH VERONICA! PUSH!!!”

2 pushes and Amy came out and was placed straight onto my chest. The pain magically stopped as I gazed at my daughter. I finally noticed just how many people were in my room. I think the only people who weren’t there were the cleaners.

They covered me and Amy in warm towels while I delivered the placenta with the help of an oxytocin injection. Nathan cut the cord.

After about 10mins the pediatrician checked Amy over to make sure she was breathing properly. She was fine. I then got to spend 30mins alone in delivery cuddling Amy while Nathan went and told Mum all the news.

The doctor (the nice one, not the nasty one) stitched me back up and my mum and nan came into see Amy. The midwife helped me latch her onto the breast where she had 3 or 4 sucks.

The midwife then took Amy and got her dressed, gave her a Vitamin K injection and handed her to her daddy, while my nan helped me to shower.

All in all it was 8hrs of labour.

Amy weighed 7lb6oz and was 51cm long.

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Life as a SAHM

by Veronica on August 31, 2007

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I am attempting to write this blog as my daughter plays. I bet that as soon as she realises I am doing something without her approval she’ll be over here like a flash.

Life as Stay At Home Mum.

I wake up whenever Amy does. Generally about 7.30 am. I thank my lucky stars that she sleeps in that late.

I make breakfast. Amy throws toast around the kitchen floor, maybe getting some into her mouth while…

I try and do the dishes. Am resigned to always having to do the dishes one-handed with Amy on my hip trying to play in the water.

I pick up the toys. Amy gets the toys out. I pick up the toys. Amy gets the toys out. I pick up the toys. Amy gets the toys out. I give up and leave the toys alone. Amy gets upset because her toy box is empty and she can’t crawl around because of the resulting mess.

I pick up all the dirty laundry. How exactly one toddler goes through so many clothes is beyond me. How exactly I go through so many teatowels is beyond me as well.

In amongst all the noise Amy makes I have my ears attuned for silences. Whilst silence may be golden, it is a surefire sign that she is into something she shouldn’t be. Like eating dead bugs, or hiding underneath my bed eating dust bunnies. Generally eating things she shouldn’t be eating. Whatever doesn’t kill them makes them stronger right? Good thing the house is childproof. Right?…… Right?

I cook healthy delicious meals. I’m a much better cook than a housewife.
I change dirty nappies.
I wipe her snotty nose with my hands, because inevitably she has destoyed all tissues in her quest for tissue box supremacy.
I play peek-a-boo.
I sing.
I read stories.
I dance.
I ‘eat’ her feet.
I entertain.
I console.
I cuddle.
I tell her that I love her.
I let her stay naked because she is happy.
I discuss.
I answer her questions of “Ah Dat!” a thousand times a day and sometimes she tells me what things are.
I snuggle her as she feeds.

I can smell a pooey nappy a mile away.
I don’t think about what the stains on my t-shirt are.
I haven’t brushed my teeth.
Or my hair.
I have poop on my jeans,
banana in my hair,
puke down my back,
snot on my sleeve.
I live for the night she sleeps for more than 1 1/2hrs at a time.

But she just kissed me and snuggled her head deep into my neck and that makes it all worthwhile.

“What do you do all day?” Nathan asks me as he surveys the house each night when he wakes (he works night shift).

I tell him, but he doesn’t believe me.

“You can’t possible have done all that” he says “The house isn’t even remotely tidy!”

I know the house is a mess dear, but your daughter is happy and healthy. She is talking more than other children her age and she is affectionate, she doesn’t sleep much and I don’t get free time to do ‘coventional housework’ (at least not the kind you notice).

Thank goodness he isn’t averse to tidying up for me.

I am a SAHM and I love every second of it.

…………most of the time.

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One Step, Two Step

by Veronica on August 30, 2007

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Amy is nearly walking! I am excited!

2 days ago she discovered that she could walk around the house while holding her ‘Stride to Ride’ walker.

Yesterday she insisted on holding my hands and wandering around the supermarket. She tried to throw herself at the ground every time I picked her up. Thank goodness my mum was pushing the trolley. Needless to say it made for a very slow shopping trip.

Today, well today she discovered that she can stand alone. Alone! Without me holding her hands!

It is happening much faster than I thought it would. Somehow, I thought that she would take ages to get from pushing her walker to walking alone.

She hasn’t taken any steps alone yet, but I’m sure that its in the process.

Yesterday I was holding my newborn for the first time, and today I am holding her hand as she walks.

Where does the time go?

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Reasons I am Not an Attached Mother

by Veronica on August 29, 2007

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I originally posted this on MySpace, but I felt that it deserved a little air, so here it is!

Ok so with all the hoo haa about attachment parenting and it’s set guidelines on how to be an “attached mother” I have decided to post why I am most obviously NOT an attached mother. I know that most “attached mothers” parent quite similarly to myself but I am sick of having the small percentage of militant mothers tell me that I’m not attached because if a few thing I do.

Right here we go-

I DO NOT demand feed my baby! – My baby does not demand a feed, she merely suggests (in her own little way) that we would all be happier if I just gave her a feed. Hence it is not a demand feed.

I have and use bottles! – I own 3 bottles, one is in the bathroom and I use it to wash Amy’s hair. One has a lid on it and rice in it which Amy liked to shake and the final bottle is in my kitchen. I use it to measure liquids because I don’t have a measuring jug.

Amy sleeps in a cot! – Yes that’s right, you heard me correctly Amy has her very own cot. It has 3 sides and it adjoins my double bed- BUT it is a cot and she will sleep in it until 5am, such a pity she still wakes every hour.

I have and use a stroller and pram! – Amy loves her pram, she sleeps in it of a daytime. It takes a walk of exactly 1.4km to put her to sleep in it and she makes broooom broooom noises the whole time. I use a stroller when I go out shopping because my back is just not strong enough to carry Amy and the shopping. I do seem to end up carrying Amy and pushing the shopping quite often though hmmmm.

I use a dummy! – Yes god forbid I use one of those AWFUL silicone soother thingies. She doesn’t use it of a daytime, only during the night and only for 2-3 mins after I put her down from a feed. Then she spits it out. It does save my sanity in that it keeps her asleep while I put her down and keeps her settled as I either roll over and go back to sleep, or go back to whatever I was doing in the loungeroom.

I let my baby cry! – For 2 minutes while I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair. For 30 seconds while I turned the stove off and put the pots on a cold hotplate. For 1 minute while I went to the toilet. I did try letting her cry herself to sleep once but she cried so hard that she vomited, so I was left with a inconsolable, miserable baby. She also was incredibly clingy the next day and screamed everytime I left the room for a month!

I use disposable nappies! – As do most mothers, I am on tank water so even if I was motivated enough to remember to wash nappies each day (which I’m NOT) I don’t actually have the water to wash nappies. YAY for disposable nappies, oh and YAY for baby wipes. These miraculous things can wash dirty faces, clean snotty noses, remove the stick from sticky hands, remove food from my clothes, get rid of baby vomit AND clean dirty bums. Miraculous I tell you.

And last but not least

I breastfeed to a schedule! – Ok so I’m not the one who sets the schedule, but I’m sure it’s a schedule of some sort. Amy is just the one who sets it. See no.1 Demand Feeding for more info.

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The Inner Workings

by Veronica on August 29, 2007

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Today I am slightly uncomfortable. I have been breastfeeding for just about 12mths and I have never had any engorgement issues. NEVER! Not even when my milk first came in did I get engorged.

BUT 5 days ago, a new doctor put me on new tablets for nausea. These tablets (Motilium) contain an active ingredient domperidone, which incidentally are given to increase the milk supply of low supply mothers.

Why am I so stupid??? Why didn’t I ask him NOT to give me something that would mess with my boob?

So I’m uncomfortable.

On a brighter note, I can recommend domperidone to any mother suffering supply issues. Just call me your personal guinea pig.

Now excuse me I think I need to go and express a little.

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