Our beautiful baby boy is here :) I am so overwhelmed with love and excitement. I would love to share our birth story with you below:
On Wednesday 31st April 2014 I went to bed just like every other night, with absolutely no discernible indication that anything was about to happen...
On Thursday, 1st May 2014 I woke up at 6.30am with the alarm to get ready for work. Within 30 minutes of waking I started to get some small waves of tighten-ings through my belly and pelvis and some low cramps. I let Ben know, but neither of us through anything really of it, secure in the belief that I would not be going in to natural labor and would be induced four days from then.
Within another 30 minutes the cramping and tighten-ings were a quite a bit stronger and regular. I made the executive decision to call off work for the day (even though I was 100% positive no baby would be arriving and I was not in labor).
I jumped in a hot shower to help with the pain and it was wonderful, but... within a half hour or so the hot water had run out!
Fast forward a few hours and I was happily tucked up in a steaming hot shower at Singleton hospital after being assured by the nurses that I was indeed in labor and this baby would be here soon! I was able to cope really well, just by being in the shower and focusing. Suddenly, everything intensified immensely and I had an overwhelming urge to push! I was checked and deemed 'good to go'. Fifteen minutes of pushing later and our beautiful boy arrived into his Daddy's arms and was immediately passed to me for some Mumma lovin'.
So, we had our Ob appointment today and I was supposed to get a stretch and sweep to help things move along but it seems that my body is not cooperating :(
My Ob said that after examination, he doubts I will go in to natural labour within the next week or more. Therefore I am booked in for induction next Monday the 5th May. Boo.
This means I don't get to have baby at the hospital I wanted, or with the midwives and Ob that I wanted and obviously I don't get the nice, natural birth I was hoping for. Feeling very sad and desperate for baby to come.
Today I am 40 weeks pregnant. Yay me. I am huge,uncomfortable and just want this kiddo out already!!!
Not too much to report of late. Just a lot of waddling and whinging from me and a lot of soothing and back rubbing from Ben. I was really really hoping Baby would have made an appearance by now, but alas, it was not to be.
We have been taking long walks and I have been bouncing on my fit ball like a crazy person to help in the eviction process. I can't remember if I have mentioned this before or not, but I have two words for you: restless legs. Oh. My. God! It is horrible. It feels like my legs need to jiggle, bounce and just generally move about all the time and hits right at bed time. As if it wasn't hard enough to sleep of late with a huge, whale like belly and getting up to pee 4+ time a night.
I have an appointment with my Ob in a few hours to check the progress of things... so hopefully we will have some good news soon!
Life has been busy and the days have flown by. I am finally full term. It seems crazy to think that in three weeks (give or take depending on when Baby decides to arrive) we will have a new baby in our lives.
We had a super duper exciting maternity photo shoot this past Saturday, which was a ridiculous amount of fun! It took me a while to decide if I even wanted to do a 'bump shoot' but I decided that it is definately a time I would like to remember and even look back on with a different perspective of my pregnant body than I have at the moment. I am sure that one day I won't believe or remember how big I am!
I always thought that the reason pregnant women were so slow to move around was because their bumps were sooo heavy. But now that I have one of those seemingly enormous bumps, I realise that while it certainly makes things more interesting, it isn't the main offender. It is everything aching on the inside - muscles, abs, ligaments, lower back, shoulders, neck, pelvis, ankles, soles of feet, knuckles, etc. - that keep me from bounding out of bed or up from the lounge. So many little ailments attributed to major structural changes all working against me at once. Fun fun.
So we are 38 weeks and 3 days today. 11 days to go until our due date, but I am starting to get the feeling he may decide to stick around even longer than that. This makes me sad. And frustrated. I admit, I was not so secretly hoping baby would be here by now!
Ok, so I cheated a little bit. Today we are actually 36 weeks and 5 days so still two days off 37 weeks... deal with it. I can't believe our little boy will be here in 23 days! I am so excited! Everywhere I go people are asking when I am due. I can't really blame them, It looks like I am smuggling a basketball in there, doesn't it?
At 37 weeks baby is the size of a watermelon (ouch!) and weighs around 3 kg. From head to feet he is about 50 cm long, which explains how he can be in my ribs and engaged at the same time! Pretty amazing that just a few months ago my baby was the size of a poppy seed!
At 37 weeks baby has reached two major gestational milestones– baby has enough fat to help regulate body temperature on the outside; and baby’s lungs are considered well developed or matured, meaning he will likely breathe like a pro at birth. And now, we wait!
Hospital bags are packed, nursery is sorted and I am busying myself with trying to get the house to a standard I am happy with (apparently impossible for a pregnant woman) and as I am still currently working and will be until the day I pop, that is also obviously keeping me pretty occupied. My day care kids never fail to let me know how big my belly is getting, and they are excited for the impending arrival of a new, pseudo little brother.
Pregnancy is hard for me. And I certainly do enough complaining that everyone knows it. Restless leg syndrome has been a nightly companion these last few weeks and my whole body is in a constant state of ache. Parts of me ache that I didn't know could ache. So, at least I get my share of sympathy and free passes. But, Ben... poor, poor Ben. This pregnancy is hard on him as well and he doesn't even get to complain. No one ever remembers the poor pregnant husband, do they? I have to admit, most of the time I find myself regarding him through a pregnant haze with the mindset of "Buddy, you have no idea how crap I feel and how hard this is, so just do my bidding, OK." The truth is, though, I know he is not only pulling his own weight, but he is also lugging my ginormous expanse around as well. Note to self, do not forget this... EVER! He is a pretty amazing person.
Baby's nursery has been a work in progress since very early on in this pregnancy.
I have to admit, it has ended up nothing like I imagined or planned... it has sort of come together and formed itself, but I am pretty happy with the result!
Ben and I have worked on it here and there over the last thirty or so weeks.
There are still some tweaks that we will be trying to accomplish over the following weeks, but ultimately they are not things that absolutely need doing before baby arrives, and not something I am going to stress over during the remaining short time.
There are so many little quirks that I love about Baby's nursery. Ben did an amazing job on the striped feature wall, and every time I go in there it makes me smile. He also did a fantastic job of bringing some of my ideas to life, such as the wall shelves and hanger and the cot mobile. On the side table, next to the glider is a piece of art that is a work in progress... we have to wait until baby is born to put his hand print in the middle of ours. Next to that is a very cute Gummi Bear night light and our Angel Care Sound and Movement Baby Monitor. In the cot, sits Ben and my childhood teddy bears and a cute teddy bear for baby, with our one of a kind, hand made cot mobile overhead.
I have also had some fun with wall art, creating a button letter 'J' which had significance (wink, wink) and a little notice board as well as a map of the world which still needs some artistic additions...
Then... we hit the wardrobe! We have used one of the three wardrobe bays to create a changing and storage area. This houses all of his nappies, toiletries, feeding equipment, Ben's Daddy Bag and the alternate pram attachments.
In the middle section is all of his 0000 and 000 size fold-able, clothing (the larger sizes are stored in baskets up top for the moment) and some linen (the rest of which is also in baskets up the top). The last section has two hanger rows and holds all of Baby's onesie's and jumpsuits.
Oh, and then of course there is his pram (with my funky red nappy bag attached) and his car capsule sitting back awaiting installation. Obviously these two items will not be in his room for much longer, but at the moment it is the best place to store them. Oh, and the yellow door that is currently the gateway to Baby's nursery will soon be changing to a more appropriate blue colour.
So there you have it... Baby's nursery as it currently stands. I am pretty happy with how it has turned out, especially all the little DIY components that have been fun to create and personalise just for Baby.
On the 27th February (just before we were 32 weeks) we had an amazing 4D scan to get a sneaky peak at baby. It took my breath away to see him in such detail.
At one point I was staring up at the screen thinking to myself that he resembled Ben a great deal and just at that moment, Ben moved in to my eye line from where he had been sitting. I guess I must have looked a bit startled when this happened, as the Sonographer asked if I was OK. What had shocked me was that Ben's face had aligned itself perfectly with the image on the screen on the baby's face and the resemblance was amazing. I mean, he is his father, so of course it makes sense... but I never anticipated that he would be his Daddy's little twin! I didn't even get a shoe in! The Sonographer had a look herself and was a little shocked to see the strength of the resemblance herself. Everyone we have shown the pictures to has immediately made the connection themselves and agree that he is the spitting image on his Daddy. Ben was glowing for days afterwards and still smirks when it is mentioned. I think he may be a little stoked that his son looks so much like him. By a little, I obviously mean a lot. I am so ridiculously happy as well. I always hoped to have a little boy so much like his Daddy. After all, I did pick the most handsome guy there is, so he is a pretty good physical mold for my children :) I guess we will see for sure though, when he is born exactly how similar they will be. I have included some pictures below, so see what you think! Some of the pictures are off the disc we were given and some are ones Ben took on his phone during the scan.
Anyway, he was a very well behaved little man for the duration of his scan and allowed us some pretty awesome shots of him that I will treasure forever. The Sonographer said he looked like he was going to be a big boy (which is what our Ob keeps saying as well) as he already had chub and dimples that were visible in his scan pictures. Ben and I can't wait to see him for real now!
Oh my goodness, I cannot believe it has been over two months since the last post. I guess that is typical Ben and Alison style of losing track and being generally, pretty awful staying on target!
SO much has happened in the past few weeks that I am thinking this will be an uber long post. Actually, I may break up the updates over a few posts just to make it easier.
We are 35 weeks and 5 days pregnant today which means there is exactly 30 days to go until our due date of the 26th April 2014. However, I am fingers crossed, hoping he may decide to make an earlier appearance. Partly due to discomfit and generally being over it all, and partly due to impatience and desire to finally meet and snuggle him!
From where I left off, we had a pretty successful trip to Rockhampton and it was great to catch up with Matt and Liz over Australia Day. The heat wasn't an issue at all, as it was cool and windy the whole time we were there, which actually made for a very pleasant stay.
On the 1st Feb we hosted our baby shower at our home, and the weather for that day was a completely different story. It was stinking hot and muggy, which put a bit on a dampener on the day, but we got to catch up with some pretty excellent people and celebrate our Bubba, so all in all it wasn't too bad. I didn't get a chance to get many photos, which I regret, but I have included the few that I do have below.
We ended up seriously over catering, as I think the heat depressed people's appetites. Ben and I were eating sandwiches and cupcakes for days afterwards... which wasn't actually that bad, lol!
I have a million and one things that I should probably be doing right now instead of sitting on the lounge, under the air-conditioner, writing this. There is my breakfast washing up in the sink, some pom-pom making mess on the day care table, the bathroom needs a clean, a load of washing needs to be taken off the line and another one hung up and there is a piece of paper stuck to my foot... but it is all the way down there... and I can't reach it right now.
However, as it has been forever since I have posted on our website and I do hope to be able to look back at it one day and see some commitment from myself, I have dedicated this morning to updating you on what has been happening lately. It helps that my 7.30am daycare booking text in to say she won't be in, so I have a free hour and I am giving some of it to you.
So, where did we leave off?
Oh dear, with my rant at about 23 weeks! Well, we are now 26 weeks + 5 days and it is going pretty fast. There is just 13 weeks left to go. 93 days. Eek.
The baby moves ALL THE TIME. So much so that the little nudges and kicks that I first ever felt now just blend in to everyday life. It is now only when he decides to do one of those massive flips, twists or rolls or when he decides I must have wronged him in some terrible way that deserves being bashed, kicked and punched with gusto that I pay much attention. Speaking of which... cut it out kid!
Baby has grown his hair and eyelashes and fat deposits are thickening under his skin. His eyes have opened and while he doesn't see much in there, he can distinguish differences in light. He has a definite sleeping/awake pattern that I am now familiar with... and that I hope does not hang around too long after birth (Otherwise, hello to staying up all night). Ben talks to the baby and the baby really seems to get a kick out of his voice. Literally! Whenever Ben and I are lying in bed or sitting on the lounge having a good old catch-up and Ben is chatting away, the baby goes crazy. Every time without fail. Baby is just a little under 1kg in weight this week. Boy, do I wish I could blame him for more of my extra weight than that! He is approximately 38cm from head to feet and he is busy practicing breathing by inhaling and exhaling small amounts of amniotic fluid (and doing gymnastics in there).
I have been doing pretty well. Getting bigger, but not as gradually as I expected. I tend to increase in size by dramatic spurts every now and then. The heat has been a killer, just as everyone predicted it probably would be. OK, so I may have been a little naive there as well. As I am so terrible at identifying when I am starting to not cope, Ben has become an expert at it and has come up with 100+ ways to make everything better. He is my gem. He knows how to arrange me in my 'pillow nest' which involves about seven pillows (I kid you not) and he makes me a cold water bottle to put on my lower back where it aches. He doesn't get angry at me when I act childish and irrational whether it is due to the heat or just me being... me. Since he has been home he has done so much around the house in preparation for this baby and the baby shower next weekend... and just to make me happy.
This weekend we are off to Rockhampton to visit Matt & Liz for Australia Day. I am so looking forward to it, though Ben has some concerns as to how I will manage the heat up there. I guess we will see!
Next weekend is our Baby Shower! Yay! I am very much looking forward to catching up with everyone and having fun :) Ben has been hard at work organising things and I have been helping with some decorations.
Last week we purchased our baby capsule so Baby Henry to travel safely in the car with his crazy arse driving parents and at the start of this week an exciting parcel arrived for me (arranged by my cheeky husband and lovely mother-in-law) that contained the pram I had been planning to buy.
There is a lot to update you all on, and hopefully I will get right on that... just not right now :)
Lately I have been feeling the full spectrum of my emotions. I can't quite decided whether to blame it on hormones, the heat or just on being plain fed up with everyone having an opinion on everything I do, say, eat, buy, wear... you get the idea.
I know. I should have been prepared for this, right? There is a stereotypical expectation that when pregnant, you will get inundated with unwanted advice and opinions. I did expect it... to an extent... but I guess I was still a little naieve.
The truth is, I wasn't prepared for how exhausting it would be or how much some comments can genuinely upset or irritate me.
I try to tell myself that it is meant well, and mostly I can genuinely tell you that it is. However, there have been times when I know there has been a derisive undertone or snide remark thrown in for good measure. There have been times when I have wanted to grab the person by the hair and shake them, and there have been times when I have stared, pretty much open-mouthed at some of the bull crap that people try to tell me. I mean, come on people. I am well aware that this is my first biological child but I have been studying Early Childhood Education for quite some time now. Don't get me wrong, I would be the first person to agree that studying a degree doesn't mean you know jack about children and the realities of life when kids are involved. However, at this time I would like to mention that I have also been working, full-time, 12 or more hour days for quite a few years now, in my own home WITH CHILDREN! I have dealt with my fair share of sick kids, nappies, tempers, fussy eating, fussy settlers, medical conditions, snotty noses and grotty hands. I have also been exposed to a massive variety or methods to raise children and Ben and I have used these expereinces to shape how we will raise our son. This is nothing new to me people. So please, keep you opinions and freely offered advice to yourself! If you have had children of your own, you had your turn so bugger off! If you haven't had any children of your own yet, you'll have your turn one day, so bugger off!