Thursday, February 18, 2010

Middle week of Febrary

Hanging out in "the chair" in the kitchen whilst I was making tea. He is with his Christmas present "Yomiko" from Marg & Frank, I think he was trying to bite Yomiko on the nose here. Truth be told, he's not interested in toys at all yet. Its all about the oral phase with young Ryan, he wants a dummy or fist in his mouth.

Our two boys. This is such a delightful photo. Mark looks so grown up and BIG compared to his tiny brother. Ryan looks a bit surprised to be having his photo taken. I think they are the most beautiful creatures in the world (inside and out)

Meeting the dogs. The top one is my pathetic attempt to photoshop a tshirt onto Jamie! Don't need that kind of nudity on this site. R looks pretty serious about it. Charlie and Skye were wonderful, they just sat in front and didn't jump or lick. We are very lucky to have dogs that don't do either of those distasteful things. There is nothing worse than dog lick - well to me anyway.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Ryan's Birth Story

Warning - might be distressing to some viewers.

I haven't shared this very well so far. Ryan was due on the 7th December, regular readers of this blog know that heat and Christy do not mix, add in pregnancy and to say I was over it... well I was over it.

3rd December 2009 20:30pm
I was sitting on the recliner starting to watch Law and Order (I'm pretty sure it was L&O), when I felt a trickle from down below, it made me sit up and take notice. I'd been having incontinence issues, so was wearing a pad, but this was not a "wee" feeling but something a little more serious. So what did I do.. I ignored it, hoping it would go away. I ignored until about 9pm as it kept coming. I spoke to my mum, do you think this is my waters breaking, what should I do? Surely contractions should start. I promptly forgot everything they said at birth classes about when to ring etc. After a while (around 10:15ish) Jamie suggested I get it over with and call the hospital.
So I did, they said to come in just for a check over, not to rush. They seemed more insistent mainly because I had had the Cesarean before and was planning a VBAC (Vaginal Birth after Cesarean).
I wasn't sure if I should take my hospital bag as I felt great, and there was just a little trickle every time I moved.
We were put into one of the delivery rooms, the midwife came and chatted to us, said she would expect we'd go home, but had to wait for the doctors, who were delivering a baby by c-section in the theatres and they wouldn't be long.
My waters kept on coming, I went through 4 maternity pads waiting for those doctors. Our room only had a radio, no telly, we weren't allowed to have our phones on and Jamie wasn't allowed his laptop. We were technology starved, so had to talk to each other. Jamie was a bit pissed off as it was now nearing midnight and we were just sitting there.

4th December 2009 12:30
Things changed, I had my first contraction. It made me stand up and bend over double. Then the next one and then the next one and so on. I was unable to move when they hit and then I got diarrhoea. Off to the loo every 5 minutes for about an hour until I would have to have been empty! Not sure what time the docs came in, but surprise surprise yes my waters had broken and I was in early labour... it will be hours and would I like to go home with a panadeine forte (hello, Mia Freedman, just like her book for her second child). I was lying on the bed, buzzing frequently cos it "really really hurt". I think I was dilated around 3-4cm at this stage and then I kind of lost it.

I told my midwife that I made a mistake, I would not be able to attempt a VBAC and that I would like to have a c-section as quickly as possible. The doctor had previously told me I was able to change my mind at any time (hmmm, this is all a lie). I then demanded some better pain relief as "my pain is much worse than anyone elses" so some such bullshit. I was not a pleasant person at this stage. I know I was grunting, crying and most importantly very still, not able to move. The overnight midwife (I think Michelle) was VERY VERY slow with every request. The morphine finally came.. she did not ask me for my name, DOB or allergy status!!! At the time, I would say it had done nothing, but I do think I/we were able to sleep for a little bit. Around 6am, realising that the bloody c-section I had asked for wasn't coming, I requested an epidural (as is my right in this western society I live in), but again REALLY slow. She tried to talk me out of it, saying I was doing really well and that maybe just another dose of morphine would be ok. I was also sucking on the gas a lot at this stage, again thinking it was doing nothing, but really it must have been working quite well.
Michelle left the room again, I spoke with Jamie, saying she's not going to ask the doc for the epidural, she's gonna make it so it will be too late for me to have it. Knowing it was nearly change over time, my plan was to be really pathetic and "get the epidural"

4th December 2009 7am
Changeover saw TWO midwives come into our room, a young girl who I think was Robyn and an older one whose name is Carol. Why did I need two midwives???? I'm sure I asked if it was a slow morning, but I was spun some crap about me being a special case. I put on the waterworks saying I was in far too much pain and really needed an epidural. Robyn then said those fateful words "its a bit too late for the epidural now" I KNEW IT, its all a conspiracy. Jamie called Mum for me, as I felt I really needed her at this stage too. Jamie went off for a coffee and some breakfast.
Problem occured - I needed to pee, but as I had been unable to move off of my side on the bed, how could I get myself all the way over to the bathroom. Took about 15 minutes to walk the 4 meters. I sat on that loo for at least half an hour, many contractions (at this stage I was VERY vocal) but no pee. Went back to bed and Robyn gave me an in-out catheter, and truth be told, I couldn't care less, there was a bit of relief. I had been munching on ice for most of the night and that liquid needed to come out.
Next everyone started to focus on the monitor, neither Jamie or I can remember them telling us exactly what they were focusing on, we remember Carol saying that the baby "liked the contractions and wanted to come out", not that there was a problem and the baby needed to come out! Just a minor detail.

They had contacted the registrar to come and help deliver, I was moved to the birthing stool, which was a vinyl covered stool that I squatted over and needed to push like having a poo! Oh delightful. That was when Mum came in! Jamie was sitting on the bed behind me, with me leaning back onto him. I was quite happy there, pushing really well, Carol I think had her head down the business end, seeing what was going on, telling me I was doing really well (when most of the time I really wasn't).

The doc said I HAD TO BE BACK ON THE BED. I can't move???? Finally I was on the bed, Jamie had one knee, someone else had the other one and that's when I completely lost it. "No, no no I'm NOT doing this anymore" and I refused to push. BTW Ryan was either crowning or very close to it. I shut my eyes and wouldn't listen to anyone.
Carol then pretty much yelled at me "Christy, you have to open your eyes and listen to me, your baby NEEDS to come out now and you are going to push him out NOW"

4rd December 2009 9:50am
So that is what we did. I believe the roof lifted off the hospital as I screamed a bit too loud. If anyone was doing a tour of the birthing suite at that time, they would be booking for a cesaer on the spot!. The head coming out has to be the worst thing, it stings, hurts, and is generally the worst pain ever. Then a little breather and then push the shoulders out and then the baby slips out. THEN no pain whatsoever which is really weird.

Then all hell broke loose, they didn't put him on my chest but whipped him away to the resuscitation area, I looked over and saw someone doing chest compressions on him. I started to cry quite hysterically and they were ringing the emergency number and all of a sudden about 8 new people were in the room all hovering around Ryan, getting drugs and all sorts of stuff. Jamie was asked to go over to him, and then they shoved him out of the way. He came to me for a little bit about 10 minutes after birth for a little cuddle and then he went to the NICU with Jamie and was in a humidicrib for a day with oxygen, nasal feeding tubes, pulse oximetry, ECG recording.

Back to me. I was given the needle to birth the placenta, which was just an odd feeling. This was when they saw it! There was a KNOT in the umbilical cord, coupled with the cord being around his neck, no wonder the little fella was "flat" when he came out. A bit later I got my stitches (ouch) and was allowed to eat, I had two breakfasts.

About an hour later I was able to go around and see Ryan, once again floods of tears knowing that we had almost lost him. Carol had said because of the knot in the cord, if I had been given the epidural it would have slowed the labour down and then he might have died! OMG.

The main reason I was convinced to do the VBAC was because everyone said the chance of having a second "cord issue" would be so remote, not worth thinking about. Well... two boys - first one had the cord around his neck twice and almost died requiring emergency c-section, second had it around his neck and a knot pulled tight. I feel I have cord problems and will have a c-section for my next pregnancy.

I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors, but can't be bothered proof reading at this stage.

If you read to the end, I congratulate you!

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Pleasantries of Life.

I'm not as good at blogging as I thought I would be. Might have something to do with Jamie being SO busy with building our business at the moment, that it is quite hard to get onto the computer, the easy to use computer that is.

Some cute things that happen in our house:

  1. The other day Ryan was having a bath (bloody cute in itself), and Mark came in to help. I have a bag of bath toys already hanging in the bathroom, despite Ryan being far too small to play with toys yet. Mark wanted to get out a rubber duck for him, so he reached across and got one out, it slipped out of his hand and banged R on the head. R started to scream from the shock of it, M started to cry, sob actually. Mark cried for a good 5 minutes feeling guilty that he'd hurt his brother. For the rest of the evening, Mark hovered near by, kissing him on the head and cuddling him. Very sweet
  2. Smiles - these are happening more often. Huge gummy smiles with associated toe curling. He is enjoying "If you're happy and you know it", "open shut them" and a musical bunch of flowers. Babies minds must be very random.
  3. Discovering hands - Ryan now looks at his hands and more importantly sucks on them instead of a dummy for periods of time. Very cute.
  4. Feeding in the night and going back to bed to find Jamie on my side. He wriggles across to find the warm spot I guess. Its nice to be missed.
  5. Oooh, I got my "little squirt" nappy cleaning attachment for the loo. Its brilliant.
Some not-so-cute things

  1. Vomiting - My left shoulder smells permanently of milk vomit, as often does my back and the back of my shin. After almost every feed he vomits - YUCK.
  2. The golden shower - I'm a bit over this one too. Why do boys feel its ok to pee the second the nappy is off???? Luckily it really only goes onto his own leg.
  3. A still not finished kitchen, hopefully the weather will cool down, so we can get going on that project again.
  4. HOT weather. So sick of this heat and humidity. I nearly cried in the car yesterday when they said "Wednesday is going to be particularly humid", as I'm finding almost everyday particularly humid, I'm quite terrified of what this means.

Friday, February 05, 2010

Mmmm baking.

Another love of mine is baking. Last year I went through a HUGE cupcake "thing", but its not very practical for school lunches etc... especially when on a diet. So this year I will do my baking to give away, like tomorrow at Mark's cricket match. We will be partaking in "SUGAR COOKIES"

Now for the method
To start with I creamed the butter and sugar. I would have loved to use butter, but I only had margarine, so that is what I used.

Four eggs. My mother knows that I have a thing about eggs, it is my dream to own chickens and use their eggs, but until that time I only use free range. It is my little bit for the goodness of the chooks

All mixed in!

Stir in the flour

Roll out on a flour dusted bench

Cut out in the shape you desire... I got some star shaped cookie cutters, so that is what I made. As an aside, it is difficult to maintain the shape of a star, so some were a little wonky.

After they were cooked, sitting on my wonderful oven.

Now they are iced. I used a glace icing, which is just icing sugar, food colouring and a little hot water. It didn't spread like I wanted it to, so I flicked the icing all over the cookies, and I do like the way it has turned out.

Monday, February 01, 2010

January and a tiny bit of Feb

This is a delicious lemon pie I made. It was from one of the Annette Sym's books. It was VERY yummy and suprisingly low in fat (a little high in sugar, but what the hey)

More grown up tummy time. He was enjoying himself this time. In a Peter Rabbit outfit.

Just hanging out on his mat. I think was getting a bit sick of the camera at this stage. I took a couple of videos (which ended up being 118Mb) and lots of photos. Taken 2nd February 2010.

First day of Year 6 at Mayfield West DS. Mark has started his career as a "bus kid." After a nervous start, he is very confident and polite - he always thanks the driver.

After the bath!

At Merewether Beach with Aunty Jo. Remind me not to wear that hat in photos, but it was a windy and sunny day.
Enough said!
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Making Faces

I was taking photos of Ryan smiling, but took too long to get the camera.
So now its just making silly faces, oh and the dummy!