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Welcome Baby Harry!


So sorry I haven’t updated my blog in the last few weeks but I’m sure some of you have already guessed – Baby C has arrived! He decided to make his appearance at 38 weeks! So, all of those little niggles I was complaining about at 37 weeks (upset stomach, nauseousness, pelvic pressure etc) were obviously little signs that little Harry was definitely on his way.

I went into labour at around 5pm on Thursday 24th May. We arrived at the hospital at around 7pm and I was already 5cm dilated. The midwife said that it was looking to be a nice quick labour – brilliant! However, by midnight my blood pressure had risen, the baby’s heart beat was dropping with each contraction and I hadn’t progressed past 5.5cm. By this time, I was in excruciating pain (make no mistake, labour IS excruciating!) and so crying out for an Epidural. The Epidural was amazing! I was even able to drop off to sleep for a little while! However, by 3.30am I still hadn’t progressed, baby was still struggling and due to my last c-section, the Doctors didn’t want me to labour for much longer due to the pressure on my old scar. The decision was made to take me to theatre and perform an emergency c-section (again!). I won’t lie, I was a bit disappointed not to be able to give birth naturally as intended but by this point all I wanted was a healthy baby by whatever means necessary and I was too tired to care!

At 4.43am, Harry Eric was born weighing 7lb 10oz. The first four minutes of his life were the scariest moments of mine. I felt them pull him from me and whisk him off to my left. A few seconds of silence passed and then I heard the midwife call out, ‘I need help NOW!‘ in a tone which I only recognized as shear panic. Suddenly an alarm was ringing and several doctors were bundling into the room and surrounding my baby. I could hear a midwife saying, ‘come on, breath‘ and the look on my husband’s face said it all. I can’t tell you what was going through my mind at that point – you can probably imagine the worst possible scenarios I was preparing myself for. My husband, usually the reassuring one, wasn’t even able to reassure me that it was going to be ok when I asked him if my baby was ok, and that was what scared me the most. The longest 4 minutes of my life passed and suddenly I heard a sound which will stay with me forever – my baby took his first breath and let out a cry. Thank God.

I was in hospital for 3 days but up and out of bed after a day. My recovery has been a lot LOT quicker than my previous c-section and I think this is due to it being a lower class of emergency and so the surgeons were able to take their time on me more – not to mention the fact that I wasn’t as ill as I was during the birth of my first son and so my body not as tired. Little Harry is just perfect and I have found my second baby a breeze compared to my first. In fact, it’s my toddler which is the hard work!

I will be back on here soon to tell you more about Harry, how my toddler is coping with the new arrival and all of the difficulties I am facing now I have two children to juggle, but right now, Harry is demanding to be fed and I have promised to take Sidney swimming so I have to go… I sure am busy now!

Bye for now!

34 weeks pregnant


This week has been a pain in the hips! Literally! I have been waking up in the morning with such achey hips and lower back. I’m thinking that this is probably everything softening and my hips widening ready for birth! (ouch!) Well, I have always wanted curvier hips so maybe this time I’ll get them? I have also noticed my skin playing up a bit this week. Do you remember me moaning about dry, itchy, old-man elbows a few weeks ago? Well, they cleared up after a few weeks by themselves. However, it appears that they are making an appearance again! I also seem to have an itchy red patch running down my leg too – and all this just as summer approaches and I get the chance to get my limbs out from under the thick winter clothing – just perfect.

Off to Butlins this weekend with my husband, son and parents. Will be a nice weekend break for me to relax and for my son to run riot and have fun with his nanna and granddad. I’ve been looking at all the activities and it seems he’s going to have a blast – Barney & Friends show, Bob the Builder show, toddler disco, messy play time, soccer tots, swimming and loads more for him to get his teeth into! I really can’t wait till he has a little brother to share all of this with. It will be great to see them having so much fun together.

The due date is feeling rather close now. I have begun packing my hospital bag and have written my birth plan – which isn’t really a plan at all seeing as you can’t really ‘plan’ how a birth is going to go, it’s more like a ‘wish list’ containing the pain relief I would and wouldn’t like etc. I have opted for gas and air as much as possible and chosen to avoid Pethidine (because it made me so sick and feel drunk (but in a bad way) last time) and an Epidural (because it slowed my contractions down too much last time and I didn’t like the feeling of being in labour but feeling like nothing was happening) if at all possible.  However, I’m sure it’ll be a different story once I’m in labour and I’ll be screaming for it all! SO… should Baby C decide to arrive early, I’m pretty much prepared!

Jobs for next week – order a baby bouncer chair and get the crib down from the loft!

Giving birth to my son in 2009 – Severe Pre-eclampsia, my experience


I have written this account for all of the mothers-to-be out there. If you have any of the symptoms that I felt in the run up to my labour, please please PLEASE get it properly checked out. Pre-eclampsia is very dangerous for you and your baby. It is not something which you want to ignore. I am pregnant again and hopefully this time round, I won’t develop Pre-eclampsia, but at least I now know what to look out for. So here goes…

I was a few days away from my due date when I suddenly developed fat fingers, a bloated face and sudden severe headaches (which lasted for only a few minutes at a time but made me double over, gripping my head with pain). I went to see the mid-wife for my normal regular check-up and mentioned my symptoms. My mid-wife, quite a flippant young woman, took my blood pressure, told me that it was slightly higher than my usual ‘normal’ reading and then smiled, waving it all off as ‘normal late pregnancy symptoms’. Being new to the whole pregnancy club, I trusted her judgement and went home feeling content that everything was ok.

It was six days past my due date when I suddenly felt my first contraction. I had been to the hospital that day to have a membrane sweep to help bring on labour and it had obviously worked a treat. It was 6pm on the 9th of December. My husband was working late at the office and so I was alone with just my big, fat, ginger cat, Wally, for company. Wally had been acting very strange all evening, never leaving my side and insisting on curling up on my lap even though this was totally out of character for him. So when I felt the first contraction (which felt like a bad period pain), I knew that this was it (they do say that animals just ‘know’ don’t they!).

I knew from attending NCT (National Child Trust) classes that I had a long way to go before I had to make the drive to the hospital, so I made myself dinner, got my bag together and called my husband, telling him to finish up and come home. My husband arrived home about an hour later feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. By then my contractions were a lot stronger and happening every 2-3 minutes. We phoned the hospital and let them know that we would be in that night. However, if there was one thing that I had learnt in my NCT classes, it was to wait until the contractions were at the point where sitting in the car was nearly impossible before going to the hospital, otherwise you probably wouldn’t be dilated enough and they would just send you home again – there was no way I was making two trips to the hospital that night! We waited until 10pm. By then I was on the floor, clinging to the arm chair and rocking back and forth in pain every minute! I knew it was time now.

We got to the hospital and the first thing they did was to put me in a delivery room, check how dilated I was (4cm – no going home again for me! Yes!) and check my blood pressure. It was way too high. They attached a strap to my belly to monitor the baby’s heart beat and my contractions – I was now classed as ‘high-risk’ and was to be monitored every half an hour. I am not sure how long passed but my contractions got a hell of a lot stronger. The pain would come over me like a wave, gripping my stomach and lower back, running down my legs, slowly getting stronger, making me feel physically sick before slowly fading away and giving me a tiny minute to relax a little. By then I was begging for some pain relief! I had told myself before the labour that I would be one of those rock-hard mums who would go through the whole experience with nothing but fresh air. However, I didn’t imagine labour being quite so painful and so Pethidine (a pain relief injection) sounded pretty wonderful. It wasn’t. A few moments after it was administered I felt drunk – but nasty drunk. The kind of drunk where you’ve had one too many and just want to go home. I couldn’t stop being sick and the pain wasn’t that much less then it was before. Then came in the consultant who took my blood pressure and warned me that it had got far too high. I was advised to have an epidural which should bring it back down. I really didn’t want an epidural. An epidural is a small tube which is inserted into your spine, administering a drug which totally numbs you from the waist down. The thought of not feeling the pain any longer was good, but it would mean that I would be immobile and wouldn’t be able to feel the urge to push when the time came. Also, the tiny risk of permanent paralysis that it posed scared the life out of me. However, right then mine and the baby’s health was more important so I rolled over and let them inject me in the spine (which I must say, didn’t hurt – nothing hurt compared to the contractions I was feeling. They could have stabbed me in the back with a screw driver and I probably wouldn’t have flinched!).

A few hours passed and unfortunately my blood pressure continued to slowly rise. My contractions were also beginning to weaken. I was 8cm dilated (you need to be 10cm in order to push), my blood pressure was dangerously high and my body was beginning to tire. It was then that my memory of the following events becomes blurred. I remember looking around and seeing flickering lights where ever I looked. Then, I lost sight in one of my eyes. I called out to the midwife that I couldn’t see and she dropped her papers and ran out of the room. I remember hearing an alarm go off and seeing a whole group of midwives and doctors come rushing into the room. They surrounded me, injecting me in every arm, connecting me to drips. At one point I heard them suggest connecting me to an IV from my foot as they couldn’t find a spare vein quick enough. Thank goodness, they found one! I now know that my blood pressure was so high that I had temporarily lost sight in my eye – a warning sign that a fit or stroke was imminent if nothing was done to get it right down. It is called ‘severe pre eclampsia’.

I have absolutely no idea how long all of this went on for. According to my husband, I was totally out of it, barely able to speak or keep my eyes open. I had been in labour for around 20 hours. My blood pressure was stabilised and I was then offered an emergency c-section. I was just able to scribble my name on the consent form (although I don’t remember doing this) and they took me into theatre straight away. My memory becomes quite clear again here – I’m not sure if this was the drugs, adrenaline or excitement of finally seeing my baby! They put a huge curtain up across my chest so I couldn’t see the procedure and I patiently waited until everything was ready to go. My husband looked like a surgeon, all dressed up in his gown, hat and white shoes. He stood by my side and stroked my hair as we waited in anticipation. I felt some tugging and then I heard it – the sound I had been desperate to hear for months – the high pitched cry of my baby boy. He was fine – a healthy 8 pound 9 ounces, born at 3.15pm on the 10th December 2009.

I had to stay in hospital for 5 days. For the first 2 days I was in isolation, not able to see any visitors (even my mum and dad!) and my blood pressure was taken every 15 minutes! It was very lonely in there, I was in pain from the c-section and so couldn’t even get up to tend to my son. However, my husband was amazing and the midwives very supportive. Five days later I went home – sore, tired, but so relieved that it was all over and my son and I were ok.

For more information on Pre-eclampsia, please visit… www.nhs.uk/conditions/pre-eclampsia/Pages/Introduction.aspx