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The wait is over!! September 8, 2012

Filed under: Baby — Kylie @ 13:12

So, just a few hours after I published the last post, the baby decided that she might like to moesy on out to the real world. I’m not going to go into heaps of detail (for the sake of pregnant women and future mums that might read), but a summary.

Waters broke at 0730 (lying in bed). Didn’t gush, so was a little unsure of what was going on. Went to the loo as Matt jumped in the shower. “Ah, Hun, that noise… That’s not urine…” Because I had tested positive to GBS (Group B Strep) a few weeks before, we had to get to the hospital soonishly. Rang labour ward to let them know, asked if I could have breakfast, and they said yep, so breakfast (fresh pineapple) was had.

Arrived at the hospital, the registrar confirmed that my waters had indeed broken, but everything looked really good. Was 1-2cm dilated, but not very effaced. Cannula was inserted, bloodwork taken and moved into the delivery room. At about 1000hrs, Syntocin was started (IV medication used to induce labour) as I hadn’t started contracting naturally yet. I was able to deal with the initial dose of the Syntocin quite well – yes, painful, but not unbearable. I wasn’t able to complete the game of Rummy-o that Matt and I had started though.

At about 1230hrs, the dosage was bumped up, and I jumped into the shower for pain relief. Only thing was that the contractions were happening back-to-back with no recovery time between. New midwife came on duty and told me that she wasn’t into cruel and unusual punishment, and that I needed more effective pain relief (I was attempting to scream the roof down). Another check was done – 2cm dilated, further effeaced, but still a while to go. The anaesthetic team was called up and an epidural put in. I had decided that I didn’t desire an epidural, but had also decided that if the midwives or doctors told me it was necessary, then I would have one. It was necessary (for the sake of eardrums if nothing else!) so it happened. I don’t think I have ever held onto anything so tightly as I did Matt’s hand as the prep was going on and the epidural going in.

Few hours later, the Syntocin got turned up (it had been turned down between the shower and the epidural) and that’s when things started to go a bit more pear-shaped. The baby started to have decelerations with each contraction. So the Syntocin got turned down and then off. Baby recovered. Syntocin on, baby decelerated. Syntocin down then off, baby wasn’t recovering. Another check: 2-3cm, better effaced. Baby posterior. (Had previously been vertex [on the side, but head down].)

Syntocin back on, more decelerations. Registrar called. Consultant rang. Syntocin down. Theatre called. Another theatre case bumped. Into the lift, down to theatre. Checked in. Matt into scrubs. Hehehe.

Epidural topped up. Could still feel everything. Tongue tingly. Feeling everything. Anxiety increasing. Second anaesthetic consultant called in. Decision made for spinal block to go in. Complications with getting it in (apparently something about the column being swollen and there wasn’t a suitable needle or something, so kept having to resite). Complete numbness from lower ribs down. Massive headache. Nausea (I hadn’t chucked til this point). Up came the prophylactic antibiotic against incision site infection. Yay. Blood pressure dropped. Medication given. Heart rate increased (175). Medication given. Other issues occurring (they didn’t tell me). More medications to counteract each other. Meanwhile incision made. I asked if they had started, Matt said yes. I asked how he knew, and he showed me his blood splattered hand – the first cut made blood splatter over the screen and onto his hand. Baby out. Baby whisked away for a check – perfect. Sewing up commenced. Name decided. Matt trimmed the cord. Baby in Matt’s arms and photos taken. As each doctor left, they came and had a chat. Kinda a little weird knowing them all, and what of me they had seen…

Into recovery. Skin to skin. First feed. Back up to the ward. Into high observation room. Baby dressed. Phone calls made and photos sent.

Matt went home (up to about 0030hrs now). I started coughing up fresh blood (with sliced stomach muscles – fun!!). Baby whisked out to the nurses station. Doctors in to check on me. Pulmonary odeama. (Excessive fluid on the lungs.) Matt called back in (0330hrs). Medication given, coughing settled-ish. Baby back in and Matt on a fold out couch.

The next night baby was coughing blood. Paediatrician called in and checked – amniotic fluid coming up, and it caused rawness and bleeding in her throat, so fresh blood vomit. Baby spent the night at the nurses station do I wouldn’t leap out of bed and do more damage to my belly.

Spent two nights in the high obs room, then moved to one of the private insurance rooms for another two nights before coming home.

Lyla Kate
25th August 2012
2102hrs
Emergency caesarean
Weight: 7lb 5oz (3320g)
Length: 49cm
Head circumference: 35cm

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Waiting… Still waiting… August 25, 2012

Filed under: Baby — Kylie @ 05:46

I don’t do stand-by mode very well. Not well at all. And seeing that I was basically convinced that this baby was going to grace us with its presence early rather than late, it’s been a long couple of weeks.

Sleeping medications (Temazepam and Panadeine Forte) aren’t sustaining through the night, so the doctors plans to get my body back into a normal sleeping pattern before Grubby arrives are failing.

The heartburn has been incredible over the last week or so. Because of the fructose malabsorption, I can’t use any of the antacids on the market, or take anything that “fizzes” with stomach acid (like Enoz etc). Yesterday morning I asked M to pick up a few things from the supermarket before he went to work (I may have been craving avocado – he picked a really good one too!) and added chocolate milk to the list (being careful of the ingredients because of fructose). I may have drunk the full 2L of chocolate milk over about 12 hours… But I had extremely minimal heartburn!! Brilliant outcome! Grubby certainly got sufficient calcium yesterday!

But yeah, that’s about all that life is up to at the moment – playing the waiting game. We have plans to go garage sale-ing in a few hours once it is acceptable to be awake. And until that moment, I might browse pinterest. Or something equally unproductive.

 

What Matt discovered this afternoon… May 23, 2012

Filed under: Baby — Kylie @ 19:40

Our Grubby baby has ticklish feet!!

Matt was rubbing my belly this afternoon (which actually looks like it is housing a baby today, unlike yesterday), and Grubby was trying to kick his hand in protest.

I hope this child knows what it has started!

 

Cheeky Cheeky Child April 10, 2012

Filed under: Baby — Kylie @ 17:21

At just over 20 weeks gestation, I can tell that this child is going to be a cheeky little one…

It was hiding from the doctor at the antenatal clinic this morning when she was trying to find the heartbeat… After about 8 minutes of searching with the doppler, the doctor gave up and did an ultrasound…

Last Thursday we had the 20 week scan that measures for various conditions (eg cleft palate) and makes sure growth is on track. This scan (if bub is in the right position!) is also when you can find out the sex. Our cheeky child wants to leave us in suspense – it kept its legs very close together, and wasn’t parting them for anything!

Grubby wiggles all day long, but the moment that I go to bed, it seems to think that that is the perfect moment to show off its acrobatic skills… I am sure that it isn’t just punching or kicking my insides at this point – there are enough basically continuous movements to make me think it has prematurely joined the circus…

I know, my mother will tell me that it is just me getting my own back, but really Grubby, do you think you might be able to tone down on the cheeky factor just a little?

 

Big News January 29, 2012

Filed under: Baby — Kylie @ 20:17

So my England-based sister-in-law sent me a facebook message the other day telling me that it had been more than 5 weeks since I had written a blog post, and it was about time that I write again. My response to her that it was hard to write about other news when there is something exciting going on, something that the husband wouldn’t let me share until now…

Yep, that’s a little Grub in that photo of my tum at just over 8 weeks. This baby should be making its entrance late August.

 

So far I have had a reasonably healthy pregnancy. Earlier this afternoon I would have told you that I only vomit on Fridays, but having tasted my dinner twice, that is no longer true (and I was really enjoying my chicken salad – just not enjoying it enough to want to taste it twice). Nausea has been daily since about 6 and a half weeks, and prior to that (from about week 3 and a half) there was heartburn instead (which I discovered that having too many Fruit Tingles for upsets my fructose malabsorption). I am really craving a ham and tomato sandwich, and tomato and cheese sandwiches aren’t quite cutting it as a substitute. I am repulsed by the thought of takeaway (having just been on a driving holiday for a week -this made life a little interesting), but bread is a great thing. Sleep isn’t occuring enough – it is already rather difficult to roll over in the middle of the night – I wake up every time. Sleeping during the day is rather easy though. My nose has been running like a tap today – not sure if that is because I am returning to work after holidays tomorrow, or my immunity has dropped.

 

Over the last week we were able to go and celebrate the engagement of one of my friends in Wagga, which fitted really well with a visit to my parents (Mimi and Pa!), and then we went with them to Leura to visit one of Mum’s cousins and her family, and Matt and I took a day trip from their place to visit Simon & Esther and meet our (then) one week old neice, Elizabeth Faith. She was a very good girl and didn’t vomit at all during our visit. Simon managed to cut the end off his finger whilst cooking dinner/dessert with Matt, but no hospital trip was required.

The neice and the bandaged finger.

 

So that’s the catch up with us. Only a matter of a few hours before we face work again… Holidays never last long enough!!