Yay....I can't believe that we are finally at this point in our pregnancies! I can't wait to follow your last weeks of your pregnancy!
Chase-13, Trey-11, Layton-9, Zander-5, McKay-3, Declan-1, Keely born 9/6/2012
Argh!! Thanks soooo much ladies! Just back from my vacation today, completely forgot about my lodge until I saw the link to Katies (meestermama's) lodge, then nearly spat my drink out when I suddenly realised how close us November mama's are!
I promise I will be back very soon with my intro and some photo's, amazingly, I didn't write mine up before I left, lol!
Hi! I’m Kerry, was 30 in June and live in the UK. I am Mummy to 2 wonderful sons and wife to Mark. Mark & I met waaaaay back when I was 18, he worked in the store next door to where I worked. I spent quite a bit of time in the store and one day Mark offered to give me a ride home as it was raining. When he pulled up outside my house, he asked me out and I agreed. Annoyingly, most people thought we would not last long as Mark is 8 years my senior. I rather enjoy proving people wrong! We started dating in July 1996 and in November 1999 we bought our first house together and were so desperate to spend our first Christmas together that we moved in on Christmas Eve with only a bed, a table, some pots and pans, an oven, 2 sun loungers, a 14 inch tv and a Christmas tree! 9 months later, I discovered I was pregnant. It really could not have been worse timing as Mark & I were going through a rough patch and weren’t even sure if we wanted to stay together. After much arguing, crying, worrying and spending some time apart, Mark came around to the idea of a baby and said we should give things another try and we have been strongly together ever since. The pregnancy was very straightforward, except that I measured big from about 32 weeks and had a scan which told me to expect a 10lb + baby at term. My due date came and went with no sign of baby. Finally, 8 days late, our first born son, Connor was born. The labour itself was fine. I woke at 2.15 because I needed to pee. 15 minutes later, I needed to pee again and then again 15 minutes after that. By the 4th time I got up, I realised that each time was only a trickle and that it was contractions! Mark woke after the 4th time and asked if I was ok. I told him that I thought I was in labour and he did the typical thing of jumping out of bed and panicking. I told him it would probably be hours as it was our first and to go back to sleep. By 5am I called the hospital as the contractions were a little under 5 minutes apart. I was told to come in. Waking Mark by this time was much harder, I really had to shake him and shout, lol! We hit every red light on the way to the hospital and I felt every bump in the darn road. We arrived at the hospital at 6ish, and I was found to be 7cm dilated already. At this point, I was told if I wanted an epidural, I needed to tell them ASAP, preferably 10 minutes ago. I was soooo scared of the idea of having this 10lb+ monster and the possibility of needing an emergency section (this is what had been drummed into my head during the last 5 weeks of my pregnancy), that I agreed to the epi. Naturally, this led to a cascade of interventions, being confined to the bed, on my back. This was bad as Connor was in a back to back position. Then the contractions slowed down because of the epi and I needed pitocin to speed them up again, then I needed more epi and by the time I was ready to push, my back was killing me and the baby’s heart rate kept decelerating. I pushed on and off for 3 hours but needed an episiotomy. Connor was finally born at 1.45pm on 26th May 2001. He had passed meconium in utero and wasn’t breathing when delivered. He was rescusitated, the longest 5 minutes of my life. Thankfully he was fine, had decent apgars and weighed a nicely average 8lb 1oz, gave both Mark & I a shock I can tell you! We came home 3 days later.
Mark & I got married on September 13th 2001 in Florida when Connor was 16 weeks old. We decided to go and visit with my Dad & step-mum to show off their grandson. We had no intention of marrying while on vacation, but my Step-mum put the idea into our head and then with 9-11, we knew that life was too short and were married a few days later, looking back, it was perfect for us, we aren’t into big celebrations ect!
When Connor turned 2 we decided to try again. We got pregnant first month but miscarried at 9 weeks. We waited a month and conceived Jamie while on vacation in Menorca, he’s our little souvenir! Again, the pregnancy was straight forward. Our 20 week scan showed we were having another son. There was a slight scare when the sonographer spent what felt like ages looking at the baby’s heart but just as I was really starting to worry, she deemed him to be perfectly healthy. Once again I measured big from 34 weeks but this time a scan showed a fairly average sized baby, much to my relief. At 39+5, I had an appt to see my midwife. That morning I had a massive bloody show and the midwife seemed to think I would go soon. We had already decided to take a walk along the canal to feed the ducks and swans with Connor. While walking, I tripped and fell onto my belly hard. I panicked that the baby wasn’t moving and so decided to go to the nearest hospital to get checked over. This hospital happened to be a different hospital to where I was booked in for and not the hospital I had Connor in. All things considered, I was very well looked after. I was put onto a monitor straight away, even though I knew that baby was ok by then as he had woken up when I was walking up the stairs to labour & delivery! I had 2 contractions right at the start of the trace monitoring, but they tailed off and nothing else happened at all. After an hour, I was taken off the monitor and told to go to have a scan to make sure that I was not bleeding internally. While waiting for the scan, what I thought were Braxton Hicks started up. When it was my turn to be scanned, the woman looked at me and told me I was in labour, she could see the contractions on the ultrasound scan! I was told to take the report from the scan back to labour & delivery, who then tried to send me home!! I told them I couldn’t go home as my baby was about to fall out. They didn’t believe I was in labour (who could blame them, I hadn’t been less than 30 minutes ago!) but agreed to do an internal to check for dilation before I left. They didn’t even change me into a gown, just did the exam. The midwife was utterly shocked to find me 7cm dilated and as she did the exam, my waters broke. The next 50 minutes were spent laughing and joking with the midwives, we were waiting for the MIL to come and pick up Connor, if she could find him and Mark on the grounds that was, they had gone to sit in the garden after I was told I wasn’t in labour! At 4pm (I was examined at 3.10pm) I told the midwives I needed to pee. I should have noticed the look that passed between then as they told me to go ahead. Just a few minutes later I shuffled back into the room and told them rather sheepishly that I didn’t need to pee, but needed to push, at which point they grinned at me and told me they knew, but wanted me to work it out for myself. They told me to get into any old comfy position and do my thing while they set up the room. 20 minutes later, the MIL arrives along with Mark & Connor. The MIL asks how long I am likely to be incase she should hang around, but was told I would be at least an hour, so she left with Connor. 20 minutes later, Jamie arrived into the world, pink and screaming with nothing more than a few puffs of gas and air. The time was 4.39pm on 22nd June 2004!! Jamie was 7lb 13oz, 51cm. A labour lasting just 89 minutes was recorded in my notes. I was a little shell shocked at the speed of it all and absolutely exhilarated that I had done it with no interventions, it was practically perfect.
Unfortunately, things started going wrong pretty quickly after that. At Jamie’s newborn checkup, he was found to have a grade 3, harsh systolic heart murmur. We were told that it should clear itself up as murmurs are common in newborns. At 15 days old Jamie was refered to the hospital for prolonged jaundice, which actually was found to be physiological or “breastfeeding” jaundice and finally cleared up at around 10 weeks. At 3 weeks old Jamie had a confirmed UTI and had to be put on long term antibiotics and undergo various tests. In the meantime, Jamie was a very difficult baby, cried almost 24/7, hardly slept ect. We were beside ourselves as we had no idea what was going on, just thought we had been blessed with the worlds most miserable baby. At 12 weeks his weight gain stalled before remaining stationary from 14 weeks. At 5 months Jamie was diagnosed with severe eczema and was hospitalised at 6 months and again at 8 months for investigations into “failure to thrive”. We knew by this time that something was terribly wrong but had no clue as to what was wrong. All we knew was that he was dying. We fully expected to lose him before his first birthday, we thought it was cancer. After his second hospitalisation for FTT, they mention of the heart murmur came up again. It could be heard in his back and he had a lack of pulses in his groin. They refered him to the specialist heart unit at the children’s hospital, although I am sure they didn’t think the heart unit would find anything as I was told, by his paediatrician, that “I doubt it has anything to do with his heart, but we are out of other idea’s”
On 4th April 2005, when Jamie was just 9 months old, our world was turned upside down when the cardiologist who was looking at our son’s heart on an ultrasound screen said 7 words that will haunt me forever “Your son has a significant heart defect”. Things were worse than originally suspected, Jamie was very, very sick and had multiple defects, the worst 2 needed urgent treatment. Just a week after his diagnosis, Jamie underwent open heart surgery. Thankfully this was completely successful and we were able to bring our baby home 6 days post op! He went from strength to strength after this with a few hiccups along the way. He has multiple food allergies and some delays in his development. He is smaller than his peers and struggles in the winters but he is here and doing amazingly well, nice and stable and that is all that matters!
So, this brings us to right here, right now! The decision to have another baby was a hard one. We had obvious fears about the possibility of having another sick child. Plus I waited so long as it took me this long to decide I wanted another child, not just to have a “re-do” of what I missed out on with Jamie’s babyhood. We had come to terms with the idea that we could have another child with “special needs” and knew that we could cope with whatever may come as we had come this far already and we firmly believe that babies choose their families and Jamie chose us for a reason. Only truly special parents get given such amazing, special children (no, I am not saying that all children aren’t amazing and special, you know what I mean, I hope!). This baby, our 3rd son, has been checked over very closely and appears to be completely healthy. Obviously having been told that about Jamie I will not truly believe it until I hold this baby in my arms and see him for myself and he is checked over by Jamie’s paed, but I am not worried, I am just anxious to meet this little man and to see how he fits into our family and the bonds that will develop between my boys.
As I stated previously, I am hoping for a homebirth. I never set out with the intention of having a homebirth, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I have a real hatred/fear of hospitals now, I have seen enough of them to last me a lifetime. I had such an easy time of things with Jamie and for the most part, with Connor (which I feel would have gone better had I have been fully educated), I know I am an ideal candidate for a homebirth. Plus, I have never been apart from Jamie and don’t plan on starting now if I can help it. Family & friends have all admitted they would rather not have the responsibility of caring for Jamie, he is certainly not the easiest child to look after! As of this very moment, I should get my wish for a homebirth. At first I was told no because I am classed as high risk but as scans came back clear of heart defects, that was not an issue. Then I was told my baby was big. A scan at 35 weeks put the estimated fetal weight at 6lb 5oz, which puts me on track for an 8 ½ lb baby, well within “normal” limits. The only thing they can possibly try and use to turn me down now is my iron levels, which apparently have fallen slightly from 10.2 at 28 weeks, but I won’t know the exact number until Monday. I plan on telling them I WILL give birth at home, I take full responsibility for my own welfare and that according to my research, HB levels of 9.5 ish is actually a great indicator that the placenta is working at peak efficiency and NOT a sign of anemia. All I need is for baby to stay put until at least Wednesday as the midwives don’t go on call until 37 weeks and I will be allowed to go until 42 weeks. I absolutely can’t wait and am really excited about my homebirth!
Right, I am sorry this is soooo long already, but here are some pics!
Mark & I when we started dating:
Our family in August 2005:
Me & my boys taken yesterday while on vacation:
My 36 week belly pic!:
Wow! I loved your intro! and Pics!! you have a beautiful family!
What a great intro! Your little guys are so cute! Love Connor's tooth-less grin!
DH - Gordon (aka Woody) 2/29/08
DS1 - Justin 3/11/98
DS2 - Gordy 11/2/08
Congrats on the lodge - a fellow November mommy... how exciting!
Dede & A.very 10/22/05
My Birth Lodge
Oh wow! Thanks for sharing your story!
My experience of UK NHS midwives is that they will try ANYTHING to get you to give birth in hospital. Stick to your guns though - it is soo worth it in the end!!!
Wonderful intro and I look forward to your homebirth!
Mommy to three gorgeous girls
at 6 weeks 22/10/09