Here is my Belly pic for 30 weeks, I have continued to joke I look like a purple hippo! Last night John agreed when he saw the pics he took
This was before the wedding on Saturday. I had a good time, but by 9:30 I had to head back to the Hotel. My feet were like little ballons as it was a cocktail reception. Sunday was a nightmare for me as I was in soooo much pain. I got very little sleep at the hotel on saturday night, I was even woken by the sounds of the fire engins rushing to the Victory Hotel Fire. We stayed about 3 or 4 blocks from there but were in between the Vic and the main fire station in Brisbane.
All in all it was a good weekend. I chilled out on Friday afternoon at the hotel, did a spot of shopping (I got my self a huge medical sheepskin for my sore as sore hips and new undies) than John and I went to dinner at the Casion and had a small flutter on the pokies before we headed back. It was so great to do something we used to do a lot of when we were Dating (including staying in the same Hotel ) It really was our last attempt to do this before our LO arrives!
Today was a good and bad appointment. I think I am regretting my decision about the OB that I choose. In the begining when we spoke about inductions he said to me he was happy to induce me if I was not coping pain wise towards the end. So today I expressed my desire to be induced as I am struggling with pain, not so much during the day but at night and during rest time. I am now waking at 1am and not going back to sleep until 4 or 5 if I am lucky. I am also requiring more morphine based meds which can cause a narcotic addiction for the baby if I take it too much of it. (The constant battle of risk v's Benifits when it comes to meds.)
I was also taken back when he made the statement "If you think we don't care about your pain now, wait until post delivery!" Thank goodness I have a GP who understands Arthritis pain in women, especially pregnant women!
Other than that issue all was well, bub is growing well with plenty of fluid still. My weight did not change and the BP was perfect.
So here is this weeks Belly pic, taken in the Nursery this week as it is not far off being finished being painted. It has been taking at least three coats of paint of each colour on the walls and skitting boards as the colour was horrible underneath!
Still very angry at my OB. John and I have spoken and we are still dumb founded over his attituted to my pain management and comfort. I feel he likes to tell you what you want to hear in the begining and then rip the carpet out from under you once you have paid his management fee. If he did not feel comfortable with having a high risk paitent with a pre exsisting disability, he should have said so in the begining or did a bit more research in how to deal with things.
I asked him about my meds this week as well to see if they were going to be safe with breastfeeding. He had no idea! I had more of an idea from the basic research that I did, (thanks Jamie!!) and man that ticked me off. I am honestly feeling cheated and upset by it all. So much that at random times I just burst into tears for no particular reason other than I had yet another thought about yesterday. I hate feeling this way. I hate that I feel like it is me v's the Dr's. I hate that I am not getting any understanding from the people who should be giving it.
We have all hard of the expression freezing your tits off. Well this last few weeks It has taken on a whole new meaning!! OMG I am sure I am not the only pregnant/breastfeeding woman who dreads going near the cold sections of the supermarket or wears about five layers of clothes on top in winter just to prevent this phanomon. Becuase it really really hurts as the icey needles peices through the breast! I can not wait for winter to be over for this reason alone.
We had a trip to L&D last night. It ended up with me being admitted over night just to be on the safe side.....
About 7:30 pm, whilst just hanging about on the couch that bub was very active, but following an active moment I was having a contraction. At 8:00 I thought I would lay down and see if this changed them, I also took this time to chat to Maria. It did not change a thing, so I decided to time them this time. I had about 5 irregular contractions in an hour so we rang the hospital, who asked us to come on down to L&D.
Our plan to get to the hospital worked, especially once I told the driver to forget the GPS and just follow my directions (when going to appointments I worked out the best way to get to the hospital).
We arrived at the hospital and I was greeted with the "you must be Jodie" "excellent your room is all set up, go in find the cup I set out and pee in it" Followed the instructions and was then hooked up to the monitors. which is where the fun started.
Bub HATES the monitors. It got so distressed at first with the heartbeat getting up around the 200bpm and was kicking wildly making me have a few contractions. Here is the fun part, the contractions were only just being picked up and were showing up very short, but they were not feeling it to me.
After about an hour or two the on call Dr gave me a choice betwen going home or staying. DH deided that in my best intrest staying would be better, even though I wanted to go home to my bed.
At 7am the Dr W, (the on call Dr) came in and spoke with me and also examined me. She was such a lovely lady. So i got my first IE. Icky ouchy!! But that showed the contractions I was having did nothing to my cervics, I was still high and long So I got discharged as soon as John could get there. And after 3 hours of very broken and painful sleep I was so ready to go home to my own bed. Which I did, I slept for another 3 or 4 hours. which was great.
I want to add the bumper on the cot is something called Air wrap, it is a breathable bumper so that if bub rolls into it, it is very breathable but provides all the protection of a normal bumper.... To top it off Millie now can't sneak in between the bars!
I want sleep!! (From thursday 21- I swear in the last 12-14 hours I have only 3 hours where bub has not been awake!! As I type I am being hit in the back (or bub has violent hiccups) non stop!! I am not joking when I say this baby has not stopped. I have not got very much sleep, so george and millie clued into this and started the demanding whine for an early breakfast at 2:30 AM Every time george cried the baby had another 1/2 hour of violent kicking. I even got out of bed at 3am becuase I could not take it any more. I went back at 4 am becuase I knew John was getting up. I made him roll so I could snuggle into his back and he could feel what I am feeling. For a while there I was worried that I could be going out in sympathy with my sister who still has not had the baby and only started having contractions overnight.
I am so tired today...
At 2:30 I thought I had a break through and bub was finally sleeping.... 2:45pm NOPE!! So I have gotten back out of bed.
I hit the wall about lunch time, John spoke with my GP and he has sent a script for a sleeper to the chemist, who will deliver it this afternoon.
I had also spoken with my Ob's office. I have to say I was not impressed when I was told it was perfectly normal, it may be normal... But the fact I know my baby has ben moving non stop is that I have had NO SLEEP!! I was tired and emotional I balwed for a good two hours straight, even when talking to the GP who rang me before perscribing anything. (he is what being a good GP is all about, not only did he listen to the intial concern of John's, but then rang me to see how I really was going, I almost thought he was going to come visit me, but I am ok with the fact he didn't as I do not like visitors very much, especially non family members. Dr K is also a deep thinker, he must of had a really long think about me before calling me between speaking with John, he probably also spoke with one or both of the other GP's in the practice. So glad I have GP's that really think before making rash decisions.)
Huge updates needed here....
I got some sleep, very broken, but it was enough to make me feel more refreshed. Bub still was moving like crazy all afternoon and evening, even when i went to bed. The only time bub seemed to be calm was when we were visiting his new cousin...more on that later.
I feel like I have a huge hang over today, a horrid side effect of the sleepers. But I am hoping now I can get back into a better sleep routine. I woke up in a lot of pain, but that is nothing out of the ordinary.
Dare I say this, I am not enjoying being pregnant anymore. Horrible considering all I went through to get pregnant. It is something I have wanted for a very long LoNG LONG time. (Long before I me John even.) I honestly thought I would love being pregnant, that it would be one point in my life where I would be pain free. But it has turned to the complete opposite for me. I have never been in this much uncontrolled pain before. There is very little that is working for me. So much so I am ready to surrendor and ask not to be concious for the rest of the pregnancy, reality I know it would never happen. John is at a loss with this and I am sure he feels helpless as well.
Now my sister.....
I have a nephew. His name is Cameron, born at 11:30am on the 21st of August. With tow hours of true labour. (my sister started the induction on the 19th but had not even started contracting until during the night on the 20th.) He was 7lb 9oz. He is very cute, and I am glad I made my self shower and dress yesterday afternoon to go visit him. It is the first grandson for my side of the family so I am sure he is going to be spoilt rotten.... Wonder if my older brother feels the same way I do right now about this....
First day of spring! the flowers are starting to bloom all over the place and I love it.
Not sure if I am loving being pregnant at all now. My hands and feet are swallen as and my blood pressure whilst not considered high, is creeping up there. Last night it had gotten up to 130/80... Most of my readings have been around the 110/65-70 mark.
Bub has been still moving around non stop, unless another family member (other than John) wants to feel the kicks.. Than we stay still until they go away, Cheeky child does not like being touched!
I see the OB tomorrow so I guess we will see what he says about it all. I am now on weekly visits with him and my Gp which is crazy, but it will work.My Gp is going to get very worried when he sees my hands and feet.
Speaking of hands... I had to painfully remove my bangles on sunday with the old liquid soap trick, it was either that or have them cut off and I so did not want that to happen. I paid a lot of money for my solid bangle and I would have hated to see it be cut off.
Last edited by chloesgirl; 09-01-2008 at 04:30 AM.
Monday evening I think I posted about contractions and when to go in. What I did not post was that I had been having contractions 3 minuets apart for most of the day that were timeable and regular. We stopped timing the contractions to have dinner and about 6:30pm resumed timing them. After 1/2 hour of timing them they were coming regularly at 2 & 1/2 minuets apart at this point I have to say they were not the toe curling that everyone was expecting. So we called our birth support person (and driver), to put her on alert, than we phoned the hospital. They ofcourse had me come in, becuase by my Dr's recalculations I was still in my 36th week.
I was monitored for a while and my Dr arrived and did the internal, I was finger dialated and still a little long. But he seemed happy enough that this was labour and my admission was started. By midnight not much had changed, so we sent the support person home and bunkered down for some sleep. In the morning I was still the same, and the contractions had slowed to one to two an hour. So I had my GBS swab and some bloods taken and then I was sent over to what was my new home for the next 9 days! Over the next few days I was having NST done and I had another u/s to check size and for leakage.
On Thursday morning my Dr and I spoke about inducing me and he told me he would be back later in the day with a time and date. At 3pm he came in and told me he would meet me in L&D at 5pm to get things started. At this stage John was at home trying to get some things that needed to be done arranaged, and made it back to the hospital at 4:45pm (we are 45min train ride from home).
At 5pm we were told to head over to the L&D room, where I had another NST and my Dr inserted the cervical tape. We were then sent back to our room until 6am. At 4am I woke and noticed I was contracting again so I paced around the ward (Thought gravity at that point could only be a great thing). The L&D ward did not have a bed for me at that point. So we hung about the room and did some pacing. At 6am we went over to L&D and my waters were broken at 6:15am, and the Syntocin (picton) was started at around 7am.
I was having contractions and did only get to have my shower for a short time. I was laughing and joking for the most part of it all, I even got breakfast, all though they had to ge searching for mine, becuase of my food allergies, so John got the generic breakfast they had deleived to me first. Allthough I kept hearing do not eat too much we will only be wearing it later... They never did I must say. The same for lunch as well.
At about 3pm I knew things were getting intense, but was trying to focus on my breathing. By 4pm (this is where things get scetchy) thing went from manageable to intolarable, so I started with the gas, I think by 5pm I was begging for releife through the gas haze....(I have to say gas is good!!) So I was given a pethadine injection and kept sucking on the gas until the anethisitist could give me an epidural. At this point the midwife checked me and I was 3cm and -2 saturation. Through the whole epidural, thanks to gas and pethadine I was able to say perfectly still (I was pretty spaced out), when the anethisitist finally got the epidural in even though I was still able to move and feel my legs I was managing sooo much better.
Some where after this my Dr came in and examined me, and checked the CTG machine, It was noticed that with every contraction bubs heart was going down, he was also posterior lie and his scalp had some swelling to it. My Bp was also rising. I also had not progressed at all.
It was then that it became apparent that the c-section I was wanting to aviod, was needed. Bub was stuck, starting to get distressed and I had long been in distress. So the theater was prepared and so our families were notified. I was wheeled into theater and the fun started. Every thing happened at a calm and relaxed pace, even though I am sure it was happening quickly. John had elected to be outside (he passes out way to easily) and my other support person was brought in.
At 7:46 pm on september 19 2008 Thomas John K. was born and came into the world screaming. His aspager scores were 9 & 9. He weighed 3150g (6lbs15oz) the exact weight John was born!
On his first day he came very close to going to special care as his sugar levels had dropped very low, but escaped that when he bounced back at the last moment with a better than expected result of 3.4 (he needed to get above 2.6).
My recovery has been very good, with only one hurendous day of arthritis pain. We have had plenty of feeding issues as my milk only started coming in on day four. He has been Juandice, but the Dr's are not worried.
He is a very special boy that I can not beleive is finally home with me, It is almost overwhelming to think we waited over four years for this very moment. I will post some pics later as it is almost feed time and I have not gotten to my computer just yet to upload them on the computer.