MSE Pregnancy Club VII

Glamazon

Hello

Not been on for a while but have been keeping up.

Welcome to the newbies and thanks to MFD and emlou for the pics.
(((((hugs))))) MrsT

Well, finally got round to telling everyone last night - went well athou they were all surprised we had keep it quiet for so long! My sister was fine about the wedding (Thank God). OH's mum rang earlier - nappies on offer in Tesco could she buy some?!!! God, it's day 1 of them knowing i think she will drive me insane!

My boobs are sooooo sore atm, I will def be wearing a sports bra to bed from now on. OH had said he copped a feel while I was sleeping this morning and said they felt rock hard!

As well as my M&P purchases, I have also got 2 pairs of jeans, a pair of combats, a smart skirt for work and 2 tops for just over £25 on ebay! Just need to get some smock style tops - perhaps in primark/H&M.

I have been showing OH your comments about not having sex as he complains he only gets it twice a week!! So thanks ladies, he's off my case for awhile!!

Decided not to go shopping today as I am quite tired, might go to ASDA later for a big shop and something for tea but it's going to be a chill out day.

What is everyone else up to?

Glamazon

shellsuit

Aww MrsTine I'm sorry about your Aunt.

I found out yesterday that my Nan has cancer of the cervix & uterus, poor thing



I received a letter this morning about my maternity allowance. I live in #20, it was addressed to #29, it had been opened and sellotaped back up.

Nice of my neighbour to open my mail hey :rolleyes: I'm assuming they did as the letter was dated 18/3 so it wouldn't have got back there and come back to me within 3 days would it? Also it still had 29 on it, so it would have gone back to the neighbour wouldn't it?

I thought the postman had come early (noticed letter in hallway at 9am and posty doesn't normally get here till 1pm), so it had to be the neighbour - pity they couldn't have knocked and been honest. :rolleyes:


I'm off to get a bath and pamper myself in a bit, then get ready and head off to Manchester for a lovely pre concert meal - then see Lionel! :j

mookiandco

I'm busy lurking! My OH is faffing with his car again (I can hear the alarm going off so neighbours must be really peeved) and he has forgot to feed me and beanie so we have had nothing but a chocolate bar and bag of crisps all day. That makes me sound really spoilt but he is the hunter gatherer and he's not been hunting today! I am not a happy cave woman!

Sorry to hear your news Tine xxx

I dont intend to give up my underwired bras unless I really have to. No matter which ones i've tried the non-wired dont provide enough support. I'm not that big (F cup) but they need alot of support. Think its from years of yo-yo dieting. Dread to think how they will be once I have breast fed!!

Lovely pic glamazon, i'm jealous that I wont have anymore scans now!

Glamazon

The 3D scan is wicked but it won't scan properly. Baby looks like a devil child with the brain showing and the v shaped skull!

I need food to but my hunter is watching the footy - I really need to go shopping. I have cereal but no milk, bread but only honey and I don't want that I want bovril. I am def going to go shopping to stock up my bare cupboards. Don't think I will have managed to save too much this month which I am gutted about - just been a bit naughty with takeaways. Must do better next month.

Right, getting out of bed now (yes I've been sat in bed all morning) I'm sooo lazy.

Mrs_Moc

Sorry to hear that mrs Tine (((hugs))))

This is the first I have heard about NOT wearing underwired bras Why not??? There is no way im wearing my boobs down to my knees which is where they would be without my underwired bras.:o

My_Fathers_Daughter

Ladies – my very long and probably far to detailed birth story…

Went into the hospital to be induced at 9am on Thursday 12th – put me and baby on a monitor to check heart rate and level of contractions (not that there were any at that stage). Baby’s heart rate was high and erratic so ended up stuck on monitor for 2 ½ hours until he settled down.
12.20 had my first internal sweep and pectin tablet inserted – left on monitor for another 2 hours…some slight contractions but nothing to speak of. 18.30 had second internal and pectin inserted. Cervix softening and shortening, some contractions but not enough… Hubby sent home at 9.30pm and told to return on the Friday unless called in. A pretty sleepless night for both of us.

Hubby sneaked in at 8.30am on the Friday morning (visiting doesn’t start til 11!!). At 9.45am the doctor came to examine me to see if it was possible to break my waters, she concluded that it (2cm dilated) was and said she would arrange for me to be sent up to delivery.

11.45pm (yes – 2 hours later!!) I was taken up to delivery by the midwife. Waited whilst she arranged the room in the traditional style (bed in the middle, monitor one side, drip on the other side). Up on bed, IV inserted and doctors examined me again. I was asked if the junior doctor could break my waters, which I consented to. She had a go but couldn’t do it - as it turns out she was poking the top of Benjamin’s head and he has several cuts from her efforts (I can count 19 marks on his head a week later). The main doc had a go and my waters broke with such ferocity that they went all up his arm and soaked his armpit…he was less than impressed!!

I was put onto a drip to speed up contractions and make them stronger. Hooked up to monitor on my left and drip on my right and stuck on a bed (exactly what I didn’t want). Cue change of shift…

New midwife comes on, it’s her first day in delivery proper (she has been shadowing for a week or so) she is a nice young girl who has a calming air about her. She will be closely supervised by 2 of the maternity co-ordinators, one of whom is the lady who gave the waterbirth class I attended. When she introduced herself and asked for my birth plan (first time anyone had asked for it) I mentioned we had met before and she said that if she had known before they put me on the drip then there would have been a chance to do something about it! She said that now she knew what I wanted there were still some thing she could do. She moved the bed to the side of the room, got me a birthing ball to put next to the bed and hooked me up to a wireless monitor so I could move around and use the en-suite bathroom. It was then when I became obsessed with needing to poo (sorry far TMI coming) I couldn’t and every time I moved I was gushing waters and bleeding and things started to really get on top of me.

I started on the gas and air which made me feel dizzy and sick (think when you are uncontrollably p1ssed) and made me really thirsty. The contractions were getting much worse and I just wasn’t coping at all – I was absolutely obsessed by needing to poo and the mess that I was making as I moved around. The contractions made me feel like I needed to push but I knew I wasn’t dilated enough so I was ‘clenching’ through them and trying not to push. This was causing some swelling on one side of my cervix meaning that dilation was slowing. So, after much heartache and soul-searching I asked for an epidural (my worst fear). The co-ordinator suggested a mobile epidural so I could still move around and I agreed (although the moving around was distressing me).

At 7.55pm the anaesthetist came and ran me through the procedure. He was finishing at 8 so scrubbed up there and then and put the epidural in on the 2nd attempt. It seemed to make a bit of a difference so he left. I was examined by the docs who said they would give me until 1.30am and then would make a judgement as to whether they needed to do a C-section because of slow progress and the baby’s heart rate, which was still erratic.

The contractions got worse and worse and I was still using the gas and air to get through them (which I now know you shouldn’t need to do with an epidural). Dilation was very slow, baby was stressed, I was stressed and tired. Cue change of shift again.

New midwife was a bit more stern, old-fashioned sort. Said pretty much straight away that she wanted the anaesthetist to come and take a look at me because she wasn’t happy with the epidural. Old irish anaesthetist arrived, took one look at me and started preparing to sort me out, calling all the other people who had hooked me up idiots and b*stards for putting monitor and drip on separate sides etc! He was great, did me another epidural (non-mobile but I had hardly moved for hours because the mess upset me) which worked!! And he re-sited my IV so it was in a more comfortable and sensible position. At last things started to calm down and I could rest a bit. I could feel tightening but no pain from the contractions. To begin with I could use my legs a bit too. Hubby and I tried to rest for a while (MW dimmed the lights) with poor hubby propped against a cupboard resting his head on a towel.

Docs came back about 2.15am, examined me and said there was some progress, albeit slow and that they would let me continue to labour and see me again at 4.30am. I told hubby to go home for an hour and get a shower. He protested for a while but saw sense that we weren’t going anywhere fast, he was knackered and I was just going to rest. We only live 5 mins from the hospital so it made sense.

4.30am came and I was examined again – if they had offered me a C-section then I would have taken it in a flash…I almost asked for one. The contractions began to build up again and the epidural was starting to wear off every 40 mins or so needing a top-up. They said they would let me continue until 6am then make a decision. 6am came and I was nearly ready to push, the doc asked me about forceps assistance and I said I would probably need it (I had been in labour for over 12 hours by then). We started to push but I was struggling to feel contractions and my legs were heavy and numb so I ended up with my legs in stirrups pushing as and when the midwife told me – so far away from what I had imagined. I was doing okay when the doc came back to set up with the forceps but the baby was in distress so we agreed (hubby and I) that I should take whatever assistance was offered.

And so I had an episiotomy (my second worst fear) and Benjamin John was finally delivered with the help of a lady with metal salad tongs at 7.54am. Just the thought of hearing his first cry has me sat here in tears and as I have said to AF since I would go through all of it every day for the rest of my life for that first look into his eyes.

Things have not been easy for us both since either but I will tell you about that later – I am so sorry that this is such a long story but I wanted to tell you all because despite the fact that it all went ‘wrong’ and none of my simple birth plan actually happened, we got through it fine and it was worth every second in the end.

I hope that this helps the ladies that are worried about how they will get through it.

MFD xxx

My_Fathers_Daughter

Mrs T - sorry to hear about your loss. You really have been through it during your pregnancy. Take care. X

tiamai_d

AAARRRRGGGGG! DS2 is disgusting! Why do they feel the need to 'play with it'?? (toilet training so don't think about it too much). Weeks and weeks of cleaning up poo and I have had enough. He is only doing it at home too.

Mrs.T sorry to hear about your Aunt (((hugs)))

I've never changed from underwired (and padded) bras in any pregnancy untill it's BF time. Don't see why it's such a big deal if they are fitted properly.

tiamai_d

Aw MFD, that was lovely. Not everything pants that happened, but the fact that you know it was all worth it! Your little man did not want to be evicted did he? You woulda still been walkiing around with a toddler in there in a couple of years! :rotfl: