Archive for June, 2010
>So the last couple of days were very stressful! On Thursday I woke up with a very painful right boob and had another bout of mastitis, although this time was a much larger portion of boob and a LOT more painful. I couldn’t even move my arm and I felt very unwell with it too. I had to spend most of the day in bed, which meant Stacy was packing on her own with a very grisly baby who was missing his Mummy. She managed by putting him in the Moby sling which holds him close and snug and gives her two free hands. I woke up mostly only to feed and pump.
On Thursday evening Mum arrived and she was a trooper! She worked her socks off and it was soooo good to have her there.
Friday arrived and the movers came and loaded up all our stuff. Stacy’s parents arrived and we cleaned. The landlord came and gave us our whole deposit back and we left. Bye bye home, bye Sheffield and bye my life as I know it. Scary times.
The drive down was easy with Charlie sleeping for almost all of it. I knew it made the journey easy but I also new I would be paying for it in the night and boy was I right! He woke every hour. Today I am shattered.
So we are staying with my parents for a week. Stacy starts her new job on Monday and we move into our new house at the end of the week.
I do have the most beautiful baby in the whole wide world though!
>Yesterday we went into town and registered Charlie! We were the registrars first same sex couple wanting to both be on the birth certificate. She kept having to ring someone to check she was doing everything right lol
We now have our wonderful, amazing piece of paper with both of our names on it. I can’t stop looking at it!
The midwife made her last visit to me in the afternoon. I showed her my left nipple. For a week now if has had a gaping hole in it. It is very deep and oozes. Every time it starts to heal, Charlie will feed and it will open up again. It takes over about 1/3 of my nipple and the pain is really quite intense. In the middle of the night when feeding from that side the tears fall onto Charlie’s head and I can’t wipe them off as I need 2 hands to hold him in the exact right place he needs to be for the latch to be bang on. Needless to say breastfeeding is still extremely challenging for me. I am not going to give up though. We will get there….
I have loved my midwife, and we gave her some expensive coffee (which she always enjoyed when she was here) and some choccies. She was very touched by the gesture and gave us all a hug and a kiss. I will miss the support of her visits. Charlie now weighs an impressive 7lbs 2oz.
The house is almost all packed. My Mum arrives tomorrow to help with the cleaning and the drive down to our new life.
The weather is gorgeous and even though we are going through stressful life changes, I am very very happy 😀
>I have mastitis in my right boob. I thought I had managed to get rid of it with massage and putting Charlie more often to that boob, then it seemed to come back again. I decided it might be because my bra was quite tight across the top of my boob, so today we ventured out to a shopping centre for some better bras. £50 later (!!) and I feel so comfortable in my properly fitting nursing bra 🙂 Hopefully I can get on top of the mastitis now, but it is throbbing at the moment.
Also we have further improved Charlie’s latch resulting in my last feed being almost pain free. I am yet to enjoy breastfeeding, I need my nipples to heal. I still look forward to the first feed I enjoy, but I know it will happen eventually.
We are having an open house day tomorrow from 11-4 for anyone we know to pop in and meet Charlie and say goodbye to us before we move. As it was an open invite we have no idea how many people might turn up! It might be 5 or it might be 50! I feel strangely nervous about it.
Plus we have allowed J to bring some of his friends along. He requested that some of his friends wanted to see our baby. I wish they will come early on in the day so that we can get it over with. I just hope that he and they act in the appropriate manner, that he is our Charlie. A lot of people have written on his facebook account ‘congratulations’ I feel strange reading people I don’t know saying congratulations to someone else on the birth of ourbaby. I guess you can’t expect everyone to understand. Our situation is afterall very unusual and there is no set precedent for people on how to act/behave towards what he has done for us.
>and Charlie is all ready to join in!
He is 13 days old today and everything is improving. The breastfeeding is running more smoothly, my nipples are still very sore and both have cracks on them and one has an open sore on it….but I am persevering still. As soon as these wounds heal I feel confident it won’t reoccur as we have his latch perfected now.
We had our first walk out today in the pram. He mostly enjoyed it but cried towards the end, I think because he got hot!
His weigh in yesterday had him at 6lbs 10oz which is brilliant and up from his birth weight now. It means he is getting plenty of milk which makes us both happy.
We have started packing up the house which is really difficult with a newborn that doesn’t like to be put down! So mostly it is Stacy packing and me watching or giving instructions whilst nursing/comforting. Stacy is a trooper though and doesn’t seem to mind doing the legwork. On top of this she is finishing her essay for her masters. Poor girl is having a new baby, moving house, finishing a masters and starting a new job all within 3 weeks of each other. Talk about intense! She is dealing with it all really well though.
I weighed myself this morning and am 2 pounds heavier than when I got my BFP! Yay! Hopefully will lose even more with the breastfeeding.
Must go, Charlie is crying and we are having yet more visitors arrive any time now.
>Having attempted to reduce this, I decided to publish in its entirety. It is long I warn you now!
I woke up at 3.00am on Saturday morning with belly ache. It felt much the same as the symptoms I had been having for 2 weeks previously but it was more intense. I shrugged it off as nothing to be excited about. I woke up regularly with the same symptoms throughout the night. I lay as still as quietly as I could so as to not disturb Stacy. This was because we had a false alarm the night before and resulted in us both being awake the whole night and being shattered the next day.
At 7am Stacy woke and looked over at me and I said ‘I think I might be in labour.’ She was stunned to find out how long I had waited before letting her know! I went to the loo and there was tons of blood in my pj’s and in the toilet! It was quite startling and we rang the hospital for advice. They had advised me to labour at home for a bit longer but to come in soon so they could check where the blood loss was coming from.
I managed another 2 hours at home but by 8.45 I was ready to be in capable hands and be reassured everything was ok!
We drove to the hospital and we were very glad it was a Saturday as otherwise the traffic at that time would have been horrendous!
Once at the hospital we went through triage and were told I was already 3cm dilated and they took me straight through to a room. A midwife came and strapped me up to the monitors and they left me to it. I managed 2 hours with no pain relief at all and then accepted the offer of gas and air.
I was very disappointed with the gas and air! It didn’t seem to make any difference to the pain. I was told that it needed to be in my system before the contraction took hold so to puff on as soon as I felt one coming. Well….. I become completely high on the stuff. I was in a totally different place. I remember saying ‘The only thing that seems real is the pain!’ it also made me cry and I began to lose control with the pain becoming unbearable. I managed another 2 hours on gas and air.
The midwife came back in and offered me stronger pain relief. In those options was an epidural which I accepted enthusiastically! Once the epi was in I came back down to earth. They broke my waters artificially and also gave me a drip of a hormone to intensify my contractions (do what you like now I can’t feel it!)
Throughout my labour the baby kept having heart decelerations. They were pretty scary episodes and every time one happened a panic button was pressed and numerous doctors entered the room. One thing they wanted me to do was turn on my side, but I had lost the feeling in my legs and was not able to do it! Knowing my baby needed me to do something and not being able to do it was frightening!
Every time an episode happened I would have an internal exam to find out my progress and I suddenly jumped to 8cm. At this point they decided to attach a clip to the babies head to monitor the heart rate more accurately. They also took blood samples from the top of his head to make sure he was getting enough oxygen. The poor mite was going to have a number of war wounds before he was even born.
Once I reached 10cm they wouldn’t let me push as they were concerned the cord was either around his neck or that it had a knot in it causing the heart decelerations. They made me wait 2 ‘passive hours’ in the hope that he would turn from his back to back position to one more favourable for coming down the birth canal.
He didn’t turn so the doctor had a go, whilst asking me to do a couple of pushes. It didn’t work and they decided I needed an instrumental delivery which was likely to turn into an emergency c-section. I signed the consent papers and was whisked off to theatre where I was given strong meds to totally wipe out any sensation. I became very scared at this point at the way things were progressing and Stacy had disappeared (later found out she was getting into scrubs)
They inserted the forceps and told me to push as hard as I could. I pushed like a mad women and within 3 pushes he was out!!!
Amazing feeling seeing your child for the first time! Stacy cut the cord and had first cuddles whilst I was stitched up (having had an episiotomy) He was so cute and I was just amazed that he was ours.