About Me

Queensland, Australia
I cook, I scrapbook, I like to sing, I clean more than I'd like to.My newest passion is photography. I do not sew. I have a very full house and a very busy life and that's the way I like it. (Most of the time.)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Birthdays Galore

Today my baby is no longer a baby!!! So I have to say a very big Happy First Birthday Harrison!! I have plenty so say about that but first I have to tell you all about Jesse's birthday.

he loved his presents. We got him a scooter, some Indiana Jones Lego, a Neoshifter and a new book in a series he's reading. A pretty good haul if I do say so myself. His actual birthday was a school day so after school I made him a simple cake so we could sing Happy Birthday. He chose to have lasagne for dinner and chocolate pudding for dessert. So he went to bed with a very contented tummy.

On Saturday night we had his party. It went off without a hitch and he and his friends had a great time. Everyone thought his party cake was awesome and I think it turned out pretty good myself since it was my first attempt at using marzipan icing ( I couldn't buy any sugar paste in this town). I don't think any of the kids got much sleep that night but isn't that the point??

As for today. I really do have mixed feelings about the whole thing and I think every mother must. It's so exciting to watch Harrison change from a baby into a little boy and while it was really hard work, that first year is something we can never get back. And he'll never be that beautiful tiny baby I could hold in my arms all day long again. I really wish I could have enjoyed his first month more. I wish I had have said yes to the transfusion so I wasn't so incredibly tired all the time. I wish I would have put his needs over those of everyone else in the family and breast fed him longer. These are things I know I can never change and it's even sadder knowing that I won't get the chance to do them again.
I couldn't sleep last night which seems apt considering that on that night one year ago I didn't get a wink of sleep either. I kept looking at the clock and thinking 'this time one year ago........'. It was the scariest most amazing experience of my life and i'd do it all again in a heartbeat so I thought i'd post Harrison's birth story just as I wrote it when we first arrived home.
At my 39wk appt we decided that if I hadn’t delivered by my due date we would talk about induction at my next appt. So in I went the following Wednesday (8/8/07 my due date) still in one piece.

The dr. did and internal and found that my cervix was still “unfavourable”. It was soft but not effaced or dilated at all so he wasn’t willing to induce for at least another few days. We decided that I would go to hospital for cervidil on Monday afternoon and if that didn’t kick start labour on its own, they would induce me Tuesday morning.

We arrived at the hospital at 3.30 Monday afternoon and after monitoring me for a while, I was given the first dose of Cervidil at around 4.30pm. The midwife sent me down to the ward and said to do lots of walking around and come back to L&D at 10pm for the next dose. So Dan and I went and got ourselves settled in the maternity ward and waited. We went and got some greasy burgers for dinner from a takeaway store across the road and went for a giant walk.

We got back to the hospital at about 8pm so I went for a shower and waited until it was time to go back down to L&D. I started getting a few mild cramps at around 9pm. I was monitored for another 1/2hr or so before being examined again. The midwife claimed she couldn’t find my cervix and that it must be still very high and administered the next dose of cervidil. By this stage the contractions had increased in strength a bit so she decided to examine me while I was having a contraction to try and feel my cervix better. It turns out she was looking in the wrong place. She was surprised to find that it was quite far forward and fully effaced but still not dilated at all. We sent Dan home and I went back to the ward to wait again.

By about 11pm my contractions were 3-4 minutes apart and while the cramping pain of the contraction was fairly mild I had really bad back pain. The nurses on the ward had said to let them know if I was having any pains and I didn’t want to bother them with something trivial so I waited until I couldn’t stand it any more before letting them know I couldn’t sleep. They sent me back to L&D to be monitored. The monitor showed that while my contractions were close together they were only lasting around 30secs and were quite mild in strength. I tried to explain that it was the back pain that was getting to me. After a quick feel of my belly, the midwife realized that he was the wrong way around and that was why I was in so much pain. Having their spine against yours can cause really bad back labour. I was glad there was a reason for it because before that I felt like such a sook. I normally have a really strong pain threshold.

They offered a shot of pethadine to help me sleep. I accepted but it didn’t seem to do a thing. I suffered through it until about 4am. I’m sure the midwife thought I was exaggerating the pain but by that stage I just wanted to call Dan to come back in. Still it wasn’t the contraction cramps that were the problem. Only my back. I was allowed to go to L&D where I called Dan to come back in. It was about 4.40 by this stage. The midwife did and internal and found that I was only a fingertip dilated. She offered the gas to breathe through the contractions but as the gas takes about 25secs to work and my contractions were only lasting 30secs it did nothing to take the edge off. The midwife kept telling me that it was only early yet and they were only mild. So I said “If this is mild, I’ve just made up my mind about drugs”, meaning an epidural. Dan arrived at about 5am and I went and had a shower to let the hot water run on my back. By this stage the contractions felt like they were right on top of each other. By about 5.40 I was standing in the shower and had the overwhelming urge to push with each contraction. I called the midwife to let her no and she said “Oh no love, it won’t be time yet. Nothing much would have happened since the last time we checked. She left the room and about 5mins later I started bleeding so I called her back. She said that the bleeding was a good sign and agreed to check. She was very surprised to find that I was already 5cm dilated. I was elated because earlier the midwife had told me that I cold have an epidural once I was 4cm. She just laughed because she new there wouldn’t be time. She couldn’t believe things were happening so quickly. The urge to push was overwhelming and she encouraged me to breathe with the gas to try and concentrate through it. It was doing nothing to ease the pain but it was a good distraction. Apparently the baby being posterior often gives you the urge to push long before it time .It was almost impossible though. Dan rang mum to tell her to come in but not to hurry because we were only about ½ way there. After doing my best to breathe and not push for about ½ hr, the midwife finally agreed to check my again. She was amazed to find that I was already fully dilated and ready to push. It was such a relief.

The pushing stage was such a relief. I was so happy to finally be able to do what my body was telling it to do. Once the baby moved further down, it must have taken a lot of the pressure off my back to because the back pain eased and the 10-15mins of pushing it took to get him out was by far the easiest part of the whole deal. He was born at 6.45am Dan called Mum again to let her know to come and meet her new Grandson. She couldn’t believe she missed it. She was still at home making some lunch to bring to the hospital for her and Dan to get them through what was supposed to be a long day.

He was born face up with the cord around his neck so while only his head was out the midwife cut the cord from around his neck before I pushed the rest of his body out. They briefly put him on my chest then whisked him away to give him some oxygen. Dan was watching closely and was relieved to see that as soon as he sniffed the oxygen his limbs sprung to life and he had a little cry. Dan just held my hand and cried. I really thought that I would break down but I was just so amazed and relieved and overwhelmed by everything the tears didn’t come. Dan cut what was left of the cord and they wrapped him and gave him to me for a cuddle. He was all blue and his face was bruised from being born so quickly but I swear I’d never seen anything so beautiful. I know it’s corny but there’s a reason cliché’s are cliché’s.

I had my phone with me and started calling people even before I had delivered the placenta. After the placenta was delivered the midwife was massaging my uterus when I started hemorrhaging. Every time she pushed on my belly I felt blood gush out. One gush landed across the other side of the room. The midwife started to look concerned and the Dr.s were called in to rush me to theatre to stop the bleeding. I kept asking if I would be alright and the midwives and nurses were telling me yes but it was hard to believe when everyone seemed to be in such a mad panic around me. Mum arrived sometime while all this was happening and was so busy oohing and ahing over her new Grandson, I don’t think she quite realized what was happening to her own daughter. Meanwhile seeing all the blood, Dan hit major panic stations. I was sure I felt ok and was more concerned with having to be given general anesthetic because I’ve never had it before and have always been paranoid about being able to still feel something. I remember asking them if they were going to cut me open and when they said hopefully not I asked them if I could just stay awake. Of course they wouldn’t let me LOL. They brought me in the consent form to sign and explained to my why I had to sign it. I remember thinking I couldn’t sign it because I am left handed and they were trying to put a drip in my left hand. They put the form on my belly and I told the Dr. I couldn’t sign it. She of course told me I had to, but I didn’t mean I wouldn’t. I remember thinking I couldn’t sign it like that. I needed something to lean on or it would be too messy. Isn’t it stupid the things you think of?? LOL

The worst part of the whole ordeal was, just before we about to head to theatre, a midwife, promptly shove her whole arm inside me held onto my uterus. It was only time I swore the whole time. I said shit and sugar a lot while I was in labour (I have no idea what made me feel the need to be so polite) but when that woman did that to me I let out a roaring great “ F***!!!” She just said “I’m sorry love but I have to hold it to stop the bleeding.”


I was wheeled up to theatre like that. Dan came with me while mum stayed with Harrison. They had to stitch a couple of tears in my cervix (most likely caused by all the pushing before it was time) and also stitch quite a few tears inside the vaginal wall. . Most of the bleeding however came from my uterus as a result of the placenta coming away too quickly. I lost over two litres of blood in the end.

Considering they don’t consider you in ‘active labour’ until you are 4cm dilated, in their books I had a labour of 45 mins. I like to count it from 11pm because even though everyone else considers those contraction meaningless, that’s when all the pain started for me and from that point, even though the contractions got closer together, the level of pain remained fairly consistent from 11pm til I was allowed to push. I really think if it wasn’t for the back pain it all would have been fairly easy to deal with.

I arrived back on the ward at about 10.30am. There were a few visitors waiting for me. I was still pretty out of it though. I just wanted to see my baby. I don’t remember much about what happened over the next few hrs.

It’s been 8 days since he was born today and so much has happened. I ended up conning my way out of hospital after only two days. I knew I wasn’t ready to go but I put on a very bright façade they discharged me on Thursday morning. Straight away we booked our flights for Friday. I just couldn’t wait to get home. Friday was a very long day. The travel really took it out of me. Even now, I get dizzy if I do too much and get tired really easily. The Dr’s said it will take up to six wks to make up all the lost blood but I’m feeling so much better already I’m sure it won’t take that long. All the stitches on the inside are still giving me some grief but it’s nothing I can’t deal with. And even though it all sound very dramatic, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. Everything is worth it to have my beautiful boy.




I'm so glad I wrote it down. It's amazing how you think you'll remember every detail but time fades your memory and the little things float from your mind.
I baked Harrison a cake to take to playgroup yesterday so we had a little party there.

And just for comparison a few newborn photos.

I haven't given him his presents from us yet today. He was still asleep when Dan left for work this morning so I decided to wait until tonight to he could be here too. I did give him his present from Opa , Nana, Auntie Kellie and Uncle Cor which was some Cars gumboots and PJ's and Gran also sent him some more books since I have him her other present early. Those pics are still on the camera. We're having his party on Saturday so I'll be back to update after that with lots and lots of photos no doubt. another busy weekend coming up :)

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Making up for the little things.....

So after festering in my bad mood all week, I finally had it out with Dan last night. How did it go? I'll let you know in a week or so . For now good but it was just the same old conversation rehashed. I tried to approach it a little differently this time and didn't throw any accusations or blame around since that just normally makes him ark up even more. I just calmly explained the way I've been feeling and the reasons why. So we'll see how it all goes.

I went back to Weight Watchers last night. I started it a little while ago and was going really well when I found a lump in my breast and had the big 'I'm gonna die' freak out so I stopped going and things all went downhill from there. So last night I summoned up the courage to go back. I'd put on all but 0.5kg of what I'd lost last time so it's pretty much back to the drawing board but I'm feeling positive about it. I bought one of their Points Pedometers and I've been wearing it so far today. It's only 10am and it's telling I've done a healthy amount of movement already!! so now it will calculate my bonus points from here on in. It's pretty cool. You enter your height, weight and stride length and then it calculates your bonus points based on the number of steps you've taken. I Love new gadgets LOL.
Now that I'm in a better mood, I thought I might post some recent pics of Harrison on here. Only nine days to go until his birthday now!
He got his birthday presents from Gran (my Mum) in the mail and I let him have them early. Here he is unwrapping his new swing and some books and testing out his new chair.
My Mum also sent me some photos she took while were on holidays. I love this one she took of Harrison in the bath. I had to scan them so the quality isn't that great. And one of Harrison and I at the farmAnd just a couple of random pics of my cheeky monkey at home.
It's Jesse's birthday tomorrow and I still haven't wrapped his presents so I really should go and do that while he's at school today. He's having a sleepover party on the weekend so that'll keep us busy. I'm making him a Gameboy cake for his party on Saturday night so I'm sure he'll love it. I actually have an extra household member for the next few days. One of Jesse's friends who's an only child was supposed to be going camping with his parents this weekend and he was really upset that he was going to miss the party, so I volunteered to have him for the next thee nights so his parents can go camping alone and he can be here for the party. Why, why , why do I do this to myself?? I've also volunteered to run a stall at the playgroup fete on the Sunday so there goes any free time. At least this time I have no one to blame but myself.
I probably won't get a chance to log in before Monday so have a great weekend : )

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Laundry and the Little Things

Does anyone else her gauge their day by how many load of washing they have to do? It's ridiculous. Every single morning when I take the washing basket to the laundry I'm doing a mental tally of how many loads today. And oh how exciting it is on those rare occasions when it's a one load day!! WooHoo (usually followed of course by a three load day). What I would give for a day without washing. Ah but alas this would surely lead to five load day the very next day, not to mention the folding and ironing that follows.
Don't mind me having a whinge,it's just that I'm feeling a bit too much like the hired help at the moment and the little things are really pissing me off.
It all started on Sunday when I asked for a day off. Now by a day off I meant a day of not having to be responsible for Harrison. So Dan assumes I want him to take the kids away for the day which, don't get me wrong, would have been nice but that's not what I meant. I don't get to see Dan enough as it is so the last thing I want him to do is disappear on me on one of his rare days off. I just meant (and I explained this to him) that I wanted him to be the one responsible for taking care of Harrison for the day. Which means, and yes I explained this to him too, that I wanted him to be the one to feed him and change dirty nappies and pick him up when he was upset. So after listening to me and agreeing to take on all of the above for just ONE day, can you guess what happened??
I fed him his breakfast, lunch and dinner, I changed all but one of his nappies for the day. So yeah can you see why I'm so pissed off??
I had things I really wanted to get done on Sunday. I wanted to get some baking done so I could refill the void in the freezer where the kids snack belong. I wanted to finish cleaning out the drawers in the old entertainment unit so I could get it off the balcony and out of my sight, I wanted to print out some new pics and hang the new frames on the walls and I really really wanted a bit of time to myself to do some scrap booking. Dan also wanted me to paint the ceiling in the new office so he could hang the lights in there (you see I've always been the one to do the painting as normally it's a job he refuses to do).
  • So this is how Sunday went - after I cooked everyone else breakfast and fed Harrison, Dan played with him for a bit while I cleaned up the mess.
  • Then not long after Harrison went down for a nap and I started doing some baking. While Harrison was sleeping Dan went downstairs and painted the ceiling in the office, (which of course he deserves a medal for, just ask him).
  • Harrison actually had a fairly long sleep so by the time he woke up I was almost finished my baking so Dan watched him while I again cleaned up the mess.
  • By now it's lunch time and everyone is waiting for the quiche I have in the oven. So when it's done, I feed Harrison
  • then Dan turns on the TV to watch the footy show and leaves me to look after Harrison. Meanwhile it's a three load day so I'm up and down the stairs doing loads of washing. Taking Harrison with me of course.
  • So a couple of hours later Harrison goes for his next nap and Dan takes the boys to their swimming club sign on while I print out the pics for the new frames.
  • Harrison wakes up and Dan goes back downstairs to put the final coat on the ceiling so once again I'm left holding the baby
  • By later in the afternoon the football is on TV and Dan is trying to watch it and I'm trying to do the folding while Harrison is clinging to my legs crying Mummumumum. So Dan gets the shits because he can't hear the TV and says he's going downstairs. So I said " well you can take him with you so I can at do the folding in peace. Do you want to know what response I got?? this - "You don't have to do that now, you can wait til he goes to bed tonight"!!!!!! Are you F*&#ing serious????

This is my whole point. Why do I always have to wait til Harrison is sleeping to do the things that I want to do when Dan can just take off and do whatever he wants whenever he decides? He does work really hard and ridiculously long hours so when he comes home Friday afternoon and takes off to go hunting at 5pm and leaves me to get dinner ready for 4kids while Harrison is at his crankiest, I don't begrudge him that. But sometimes the whole situations just pisses me off.

I'm sick of him working such long hours. I don't care about the money. We could live quite comfortably one his wage from his first job. I'm sick of EVERYTHING in my life being about someone else, ALL of the time. Even my bloody hobby (scrapbooking) is ultimately for someone else.

Little things - like put the freakin glad wrap, mild, butter away after you've finished making your breakfast and lunch in the morning

Little things - like if you have to move a pile of folding to sit on the lounge, take it and put it away instead of just moving it to the coffee table

Little things - like I dunno, a million little things. And stop just leaving shit because you know I'll do it because I can't stand living in a mess.

Sorry about all the woe is me. I really needed to vent.

Monday, August 4, 2008

So instead of sitting in front of the TV with my coffee I decided to stay here and add all the TWW ladies to by blogroll. That's alot of reading........Better get started.

New Stuff and Birthday Parties

Finally, I'm rid of all of our bits and pieces of mismatched crap furniture and my whole living area is now filled with brand spankin' new things!!!!!! It's not the best most expensive or exclusive furniture in the world but it's new and it's ours.



I wish I had have taken some before photos. Just imagine futons instead of a lounge and recliners, no coffee table and old entertainment unit, no buffet, an old 6 seater dining table with crappy old non-matching chairs and a cluttered giant white laminex bookcase.


I've just put some new pictures on the walls too and updated all my photos and put them new matching frames. I'll have to take some pics later but for now, I'll add the ones I took when I first got all the new stuff in the house and set up.







There's still a corner that is a bit cluttered but that will be fixed once our new office if finished. We put the undercoat on the walls this weekend and will hopefully finished it off next weekend. We only have to do the paint topcoat and tile the floor, then all the office crap and the treadmill will be outa there. I will eventually get Harrison a proper toy box too so I can tidy up his clutter a little better.

Now - birthday parties. I'd like to say I've been busy planning the final touches of Harrison's but I also Jesse's party before that. His birthday is on the 8th and Harrison's is the 14th, so Jesse is handing out his invites at school today. He's having a sleepover party this year and i'm making him a Gameboy cake. We'll have a very full house overnight. I'm thinking of setting up the tent in the backyard and taking the TV out of the boys room down there so they can play PlayStation and eat junk all night without keeping the rest of us up.

In the lead up to Harrison turning the Big One!! I've been tweaking his daily routine a little bit. I'm trying hard to get rid of his bottles. He was down to three a day so I've cut him down to 2 and introduced afternoon tea instead of that bottle and I'm giving him his mid morning bottle in a sippy cup. He's really fighting me on the whole formula in a sippy cup thing. He drinks water out of a sippy cup all day long but for some reason really bucks at getting his milk in there. It'll be a tough learning curve no doubt but I think I'd rather fight him now than have him crying for his bottle at this time next year. So for now his schedule looks something like this:
  • 6.30 am wake up
  • 7.00am breakfast
  • 9.00am sippy cup of 1/2 mink 1/2 formula
  • 9.30Sleep
  • 12.00pm lunch
  • 2.00pm sleep
  • 3.30pm snack
  • 6.00pm dinner
  • 7.00pm bottle and bed

Of course things change slightly depending on how long his naps are etc but that's basically it. he's eating alot more solids these days and all table foods. He won't have a bar of the purees and rarely lets me feed him with a spoon. He wants to do it all himself which makes for a lovely mess. Sometimes I can distract him with finger food and he'll let me feed him. Breakfast cereal and yoghurt etc are just a nightmare when he does it himself. I think I just need to make myself relax and breath through the flinging of food onto the walls and smearing of food into his hair. thankfully he still LOVES his bath so he's always happy to get in the tub if he makes too much mess.

Of course there are a million things I should be doing right now but I'm thinking a coffee sounds really good. I might go and sit in front of the t.v in my new recliner and wait for my boy to wake up : )