MrsPTTC
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Happy weekend everyone!
Having real bother with Penny, I'm sure sure she's got a reflux, already got her on infacol for colic and it's not helped a great deal. Her sickess and temper/crying is getting worse. HV said the other day to stop the expressed bottles for a week cos of her lack of weight gain, but I'm going to start it again tomorrow night as she's chewing on my boob constantly and getting herself stressed. The HV also said (as well as laying off the dummy - pah!) to stop expressing for a week incase it's affecting what she's getting off me. So I did and last night my boobs were about to explode! The poor bairn couldn't latch on, and as soon as I took my bra down it was literally squirting everywhere! Bloody professionals, think they know everything :sad:
Eventually my birth story!!
So on my due date 13/03/13 DH and I went out for a meal with his family to celebrate his brother and girlfriends unexpected pregnancy, and also the imminent arrival of Baby P. DH had a drink that night and I drove us, getting into the car I had a couple of twinges but nothing to think labour was starting. I woke up during the night with AF type dull cramps and at 4.30am on 14/03/13 went to the loo and as I wiped some stuff fell out of me! It was just a trickle and was more watery than CM or what I expected a show to be, but not quite water IYKWIM, and it had a pinky tinge to it. I rang the hospital and she told me to put on a pad which Id already done and call back after an hour with an update of what was on the pad. I had nothing more after that, rang the hospital back who said it sounded like a show rather than my water. They told me what my contractions needed to be in order to call them again, but if I bled or my waters went to call them back. So I got on with my day as best as I could, I sent DH off to work as he had to sort out his workload so he could start paternity as soon as, and my mam came round about 10:30am. I wasnt sure what contractions really felt like and was getting twinges all morning, then just before my mam came I decided I was getting them, they werent just cramps - yikes things were happening! My mam did some ironing for me whilst I closed up my hospital bag, packed DHs bag and sorted the car seat and nursery, no rest for the wicked!
I downloaded an app on the ipad to time my contractions, they were all over the place, sometimes 3 minutes apart, sometimes 15 and they subsided and were less painful (thought TBH they were hardly that painful compared to the real contractions hours later!) when I bounced on my gym ball 
. I remember sitting down with my mam at lunchtime eating and the contractions were getting stronger, she said Id better warn DH hell need to come home very soon! He came home about 3pm-ish and DHs parents popped over to see how I was doing, it was funny being in labour and having a house full 
They also took the dog away with them to look after. So I rang the hospital to see where I stood and they said the contractions werent enough to go in yet, to take paracetamol and if the pain went away then it wasnt proper labour they really need to take my breath away. The pain didnt go with the paracetamol so I just kept on monitoring the contractions. My mam left at 6:50pm whilst I was in the middle of my tea (McDonalds!) as the hospital said I had to eat so DH got a drive through, then at 7pm I was eating my mcflurry (funny the things you remember) when I felt a gush and ran to the loo. There was liquid everywhere and a few bits of brown uh oh!! I rang the hospital who said I had to go in though they might send me away again depending on how dilated I was. DH was great, was on autopilot and got everything together, rushed me into the car and off we went. My waters went again with each contraction in the car and boy were they bloody painful!! Water everywhere 
though luckily I had a pad on, a maternity mat on the seat and also a bath towel my jogging bottoms were soaked through though I looked a right mess 
. I was assessed at 8pm at the hospital and was 4cm dilated no going home for me, this was it! It was very likely the way I was going I would give birth in the early hours
I went into the birthing centre, a pink room (omen?!) with a birthing pool, flat screen TV and en suite shower room, great! The midwife looked very young, probably about 25 if that, but was so nice! She said I could use the pool straight away but would advise against it until I was further gone, so I lay down on the couch thing no beds in there as is supposed to be home from home expecting to get changed into my tankini later on. The rest of the night was a blur, the pain was pretty bad but I was sleeping and watching tv inbetween contractions, the same for DH who was on the sofa. The mw keep on disappearing for an hour at a time when she was coming back in to monitor me and the baby, but no internal as it has to be every 4 hours 
DH kept giving me water and helping me to the toilet. She asked if I wanted to go in the pool later on, but I was so exhausted I just wanted to lie there, and as the pain was pretty bad I opted for diamorphine which meant no water birth, but could still stay in the nice room. The diamorphine was a dream! I only had a half a dose with the option of having the other half later on, but wow I would recommend it! However it started to wear off after a few hours and the pain was getting pretty bad. I decided against having the other half dose as the first lot had already slowed my contractions down and I was worried about it affecting the baby. I eventually got the pushing stage at about 6:30am (what a long night!) but needed a pee and I couldnt go! I had to have a catheter and boy I filled the pot! 
25 minutes roughly (so DH recalls) of pushing and she was here, our baby girl! At 7:10am. It bloody hurt Ill not lie, but I honestly think my birth was pretty good perhaps its how fit I kept myself during pregnancy, all the walking the dog, and basically just carrying on with life, housework etc.. I didnt put my feet up. Or maybe it was the raspberry leaf capsules or gym ball action
Or maybe I was just lucky! Baby P was TINY! So much smaller than expected as the growth scan showed she was 5lb 9 at 35 weeks. We knew before she was weighed she was just a little un 
She was 6lb 5 and was perfect. DH despite saying no throughout pregnancy cut the cord. He was shocked she was a girl, all our friends had girls so he was sure a boy had to come sooner or later! I had to have some stitches though no idea how many, oh how dignified I felt with my legs up in stirrups! 
We did skin to skin though the bf didnt happen straight away. After a few hours I showered then we moved rooms so someone could have the birthing pool and both dh and I napped in the sofa bed theyd made up for us. Penny who was un-named for 3 days was in the plastic cot thing next to us. I tried feeding again and after some help from the midwife she latched on which went we could go home that night! 
Our parents and my brother in law and his girlfriend came to visit around 6pm with balloons and presents for little miss. Luckily my mam had bought some tiny baby clothes as only one of the newborn outfits I took to the hospital fit her! We all left together at 8pm when I was discharged. When we got home MIL had decorated the house with banners and balloons and shed bought a beautiful flower arrangement . And so our life as a family begins
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x
Having real bother with Penny, I'm sure sure she's got a reflux, already got her on infacol for colic and it's not helped a great deal. Her sickess and temper/crying is getting worse. HV said the other day to stop the expressed bottles for a week cos of her lack of weight gain, but I'm going to start it again tomorrow night as she's chewing on my boob constantly and getting herself stressed. The HV also said (as well as laying off the dummy - pah!) to stop expressing for a week incase it's affecting what she's getting off me. So I did and last night my boobs were about to explode! The poor bairn couldn't latch on, and as soon as I took my bra down it was literally squirting everywhere! Bloody professionals, think they know everything :sad:
Eventually my birth story!!
So on my due date 13/03/13 DH and I went out for a meal with his family to celebrate his brother and girlfriends unexpected pregnancy, and also the imminent arrival of Baby P. DH had a drink that night and I drove us, getting into the car I had a couple of twinges but nothing to think labour was starting. I woke up during the night with AF type dull cramps and at 4.30am on 14/03/13 went to the loo and as I wiped some stuff fell out of me! It was just a trickle and was more watery than CM or what I expected a show to be, but not quite water IYKWIM, and it had a pinky tinge to it. I rang the hospital and she told me to put on a pad which Id already done and call back after an hour with an update of what was on the pad. I had nothing more after that, rang the hospital back who said it sounded like a show rather than my water. They told me what my contractions needed to be in order to call them again, but if I bled or my waters went to call them back. So I got on with my day as best as I could, I sent DH off to work as he had to sort out his workload so he could start paternity as soon as, and my mam came round about 10:30am. I wasnt sure what contractions really felt like and was getting twinges all morning, then just before my mam came I decided I was getting them, they werent just cramps - yikes things were happening! My mam did some ironing for me whilst I closed up my hospital bag, packed DHs bag and sorted the car seat and nursery, no rest for the wicked!
I downloaded an app on the ipad to time my contractions, they were all over the place, sometimes 3 minutes apart, sometimes 15 and they subsided and were less painful (thought TBH they were hardly that painful compared to the real contractions hours later!) when I bounced on my gym ball . I remember sitting down with my mam at lunchtime eating and the contractions were getting stronger, she said Id better warn DH hell need to come home very soon! He came home about 3pm-ish and DHs parents popped over to see how I was doing, it was funny being in labour and having a house full They also took the dog away with them to look after. So I rang the hospital to see where I stood and they said the contractions werent enough to go in yet, to take paracetamol and if the pain went away then it wasnt proper labour they really need to take my breath away. The pain didnt go with the paracetamol so I just kept on monitoring the contractions. My mam left at 6:50pm whilst I was in the middle of my tea (McDonalds!) as the hospital said I had to eat so DH got a drive through, then at 7pm I was eating my mcflurry (funny the things you remember) when I felt a gush and ran to the loo. There was liquid everywhere and a few bits of brown uh oh!! I rang the hospital who said I had to go in though they might send me away again depending on how dilated I was. DH was great, was on autopilot and got everything together, rushed me into the car and off we went. My waters went again with each contraction in the car and boy were they bloody painful!! Water everywhere though luckily I had a pad on, a maternity mat on the seat and also a bath towel my jogging bottoms were soaked through though I looked a right mess . I was assessed at 8pm at the hospital and was 4cm dilated no going home for me, this was it! It was very likely the way I was going I would give birth in the early hours
I went into the birthing centre, a pink room (omen?!) with a birthing pool, flat screen TV and en suite shower room, great! The midwife looked very young, probably about 25 if that, but was so nice! She said I could use the pool straight away but would advise against it until I was further gone, so I lay down on the couch thing no beds in there as is supposed to be home from home expecting to get changed into my tankini later on. The rest of the night was a blur, the pain was pretty bad but I was sleeping and watching tv inbetween contractions, the same for DH who was on the sofa. The mw keep on disappearing for an hour at a time when she was coming back in to monitor me and the baby, but no internal as it has to be every 4 hours DH kept giving me water and helping me to the toilet. She asked if I wanted to go in the pool later on, but I was so exhausted I just wanted to lie there, and as the pain was pretty bad I opted for diamorphine which meant no water birth, but could still stay in the nice room. The diamorphine was a dream! I only had a half a dose with the option of having the other half later on, but wow I would recommend it! However it started to wear off after a few hours and the pain was getting pretty bad. I decided against having the other half dose as the first lot had already slowed my contractions down and I was worried about it affecting the baby. I eventually got the pushing stage at about 6:30am (what a long night!) but needed a pee and I couldnt go! I had to have a catheter and boy I filled the pot! 25 minutes roughly (so DH recalls) of pushing and she was here, our baby girl! At 7:10am. It bloody hurt Ill not lie, but I honestly think my birth was pretty good perhaps its how fit I kept myself during pregnancy, all the walking the dog, and basically just carrying on with life, housework etc.. I didnt put my feet up. Or maybe it was the raspberry leaf capsules or gym ball action
Or maybe I was just lucky! Baby P was TINY! So much smaller than expected as the growth scan showed she was 5lb 9 at 35 weeks. We knew before she was weighed she was just a little un She was 6lb 5 and was perfect. DH despite saying no throughout pregnancy cut the cord. He was shocked she was a girl, all our friends had girls so he was sure a boy had to come sooner or later! I had to have some stitches though no idea how many, oh how dignified I felt with my legs up in stirrups! We did skin to skin though the bf didnt happen straight away. After a few hours I showered then we moved rooms so someone could have the birthing pool and both dh and I napped in the sofa bed theyd made up for us. Penny who was un-named for 3 days was in the plastic cot thing next to us. I tried feeding again and after some help from the midwife she latched on which went we could go home that night! Our parents and my brother in law and his girlfriend came to visit around 6pm with balloons and presents for little miss. Luckily my mam had bought some tiny baby clothes as only one of the newborn outfits I took to the hospital fit her! We all left together at 8pm when I was discharged. When we got home MIL had decorated the house with banners and balloons and shed bought a beautiful flower arrangement . And so our life as a family begins
.x
when you seeing him again??! x
