Wednesday, August 30, 2006

We’re home...

After 2 sleepless nights (well 4 hours worth) – not because of my baby but because of every Tom, d*ck and Harry – we are home.

I’d love to go into details now, but to be honest I am exhausted, emotional and just couldn’t be bothered. So for now, I will just mark my spot and come back later, when I probably am more coherent in my thoughts!

Byronism of the day...

When Byron got home from kindy I showed him my now deflated tummy, much to his delight. His first response was to touch it, following which he said...

"Oh it feels like playdoh" (accompanied by lots of forceful jiggling of my belly)..."It’s floating down, and down and down"!

Monday, August 28, 2006

Welcome Princess Lily!!!!

Well what a day!! At 3:36pm today our little princess, Lily entered the world, weighing in at 3.360kgs (7lbs 6oz), 51cms long and a head circumference of 36cms. She certainly is a little cutie, little rolls and all!!!

After arriving at the hospital last night, Nic was given the gel and headed off to the ward for the evening. Then this morning the fun began!! And all without pain relief….After a little wait for doctors etc, etc, she finally had her waters broken at around 11/11:30am. As time worn on she started to feel the pain increase and at its worst caused her to nearly puncture her mother’s hand with her nails.

I won’t go into all the details as I’m sure Nic will want to put her own spin on it but it is safe to say she has no intentions of not using pain relief drugs IF she decides to add a third child to our ranks.

Knowing all the pain and discomfort she has endured over the course of the last nine months I can not begin to explain how proud I am of her. I just hope she realises how special she really is, as my wife and the mother of our two beautiful children!!!!!!

Sunday, August 27, 2006

The time has arrived...

I got a phone call this afternoon from the hospital whilst on my way to taking Byron to his cowboy birthday party (for which I will report later). It seems they are ‘quiet’ today and that if I wanted to they would be happy for me to come in tonight (after 8pm) to have the gel inserted – however, firstly I had to ring them at 7pm just to make sure there hadn’t been a sudden influx of labouring ladies.

It goes without saying that I couldn’t wait until 7pm – Byron was driving me nuts with his hyperactive silly behaviour – so I rang at 6.15pm. The midwife said it was still ok for me to come in anytime after 8pm. She asked me if I had been labouring at all. I said that I had had contractions on and off over the last week but nothing lasting. The reason she wanted to know is it seems they will only insert the Gel tonight, which means that if my cervix is dilated enough already to ARM (artificial rupture of membranes) I will have to come back in the morning. Apparently, they will only break waters in the morning (this is really odd). She did say that sometimes the ‘examination’ will get things moving over night and I might have to come back anyway.

Trevor (who I might add is completely seedy from his big weekend – but that’s another story for later) has dropped Byron off at his parents for the night which is good. It means we don’t have to worry about him should I have to go back to the hospital at some ungodly hour in the morning.

I am just sitting here wondering how I feel…to be honest I feel:

• Nervous for what lies ahead (how labour will be; that my baby will be fine; that everything will run smoothly)
• Anxious about the pain (well that goes without saying really)
• Excited (that I will met Lily within the next 24 hours – see what she looks like, how big she will be)
• Happy (that I won’t be pregnant anymore)
• Sad (that I won’t be pregnant anymore – strange I know)

Well the time has arrived...off to the hospital I go...if all goes well, next time I post I will be holding my...

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Friday, August 25, 2006

Let me see...

I was supposed to go down the coast today for my Betsy’s hens’ weekend. Originally (before the scheduled induction on Monday) I was going for Friday and Saturday night (actual hens’ night). Following the news Lily would be arriving on Monday, I reconsidered my decision about Saturday but figured Friday would be ok.

However, since my appointment on Wednesday I have been feeling a little strange (the OB did say to me when he was doing the internal that he would see if he could get things moving). By strange I mean...general unwellness, sore back, fatigue, urge to go to the toilet more then I need to. Plus, all this was accompanied by the lose of my mucus plug on Thursday. I had a feeling that Miss Lily might not wait until Monday.

Today however the symptoms have settled a little. In the circumstances though, I decided (with the persuasion of my mother who insisted it wasn’t safe and that I shouldn’t go) that it might be better to give things a miss. I thought my Besty might be a little upset, but turns out she was fine. Of importance really is the wedding, and as it stands things will have worked out a treat in that regard (which I think she couldn’t be happier about).

Whilst I am not attending the hens down the coast, Trevor is still attending the Bucks night (which is also down the coast). This is a little concerning, especially given, should I go into labour, he would not exactly be in any state to (1) drive back from the coast (2) actively participate in the birth. For my piece of mind though, his mother has offered to drive down and pick him up should things get started a little earlier then anticipated.

I finally packed my hospital bag yesterday much to Trevor’s delight (I don’t think he fancied trying to decide what underwear I might like to wear). The baby’s bag is packed. All that is left to do is to wrap Byron’s present from Lily and have him wrap a little something for the baby.

Well there really isn’t much else to report...just 3 more sleeps!!!


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Before I end this entry, I just wanted to say to a dear friend (she knows who she is) that I am terribly sorry that things didn't go her way today. It pains me know end to think of her as being unhappy. I found these words which I think 'might' sum up how she is feeling (hence 'might' because lets face it I can't be sure)


God answers so many of my little prayers,
so why not the big ones too?
I just can't understand it
Why does he do the things he decides to do?
My deepest desire lies unfulfilled
I feel so hopeless inside
I know I should be thankful
and not so full of pride.

I ask God every day
for this or that, you know, little things.
And when he answers so clearly
my heart just really sings.

But in those deep, pondering moments
When I ask for the desire of my heart,
I get no clear answer
and then my tears start,
Oh God, I want a baby
to hold and kiss and love
I know that you alone can give me
that blessing from above.

I keep waiting, waiting, waiting
and my patience grows to despair.
Oh why can't I have a baby?
For nothing else I truly care.
I know you haven't forgotten me
for better things to do
because you answer all my little prayers,
I just wish you'd fulfil my big one, too.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

5 More Sleeps...

I cannot believe it...5 more sleeps until we meet Miss Lily Pie. That’s right – 5 more sleeps!!!! I am scheduled to undergo an induction at 8.00am on Monday, 28 August 2006. It seems there are some lovely, kind hearted Obstetricians with wonderful bed side manners out there – it just turns out that I had never meet them before, until today.

As previously explained, I had an OB appointment at the hospital today. To be honest, I didn’t expect much from the appointment given my previous experiences with the midwives and OBs. I just thought they would ask how I was doing (not really caring for my answers), check my blood pressure etc and send me on my way. Truth be told, I was hoping the OB would do an internal to see how my cervix was and that I guess, is all I really wanted.

To my amazement after I had explained my problems with the SPD, some of which was obviously evident to them – especially when I couldn’t get my legs up onto the table to check out the baby without help, the OB mentioned the possibility of induction. I nearly fell off the table in shock. He said that an induction will generally only work if things are favourable. At that point I requested he do an internal to check how ‘things’ were...I know you must be thinking who gets that excited over an internal examination?

Whilst doing the examination he indicated he was "playing with the cervix" in the hope things might get moving a little earlier. I presume he was doing a ‘stretch and sweep’. He told me my cervix was ripening and thinning and was open 1 to 2 fingers (or centimetres), which he said is sometimes normal at this stage.

He commented they could offer me the induction at around 38 weeks. Of course I promptly noted that I would be 38 weeks on Monday. So next thing you know, he is on the phone to labour and delivery scheduling my induction. Again I was blown away...I just never expected this offering. I had hoped but never expected they would.

Apparently, inductions can take hours and some times days to get things moving. Not only that, if they are ‘busy’ in labour and deliver they will bump me and prioritise according to clinical need (which is completely understandable). Therefore, worst case would be for the induction to be re-scheduled a day or two later (I can live with that!).

When I was leaving the appointment he said that if I changed my mind I could just ring labour and delivery. Change my mind...was he nuts. Here's hoping they don't change theirs.

So, here I am with 5 more sleeps (maybe 6) until I get to meet my baby girl. It is so surreal and kind of weird to know when things will be happening. Within a week, if all things go well, I will have hopefully regained my mobility back – the ability to walk without waddling, roll over, get up out of chairs – I can’t wait! Of course it goes without saying the greatest part will be meeting my Princess Lily.

5 more sleeps...

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

More Birthdays!

Today is Trevor’s birthday!

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We didn’t plan to do much seeing I am a bit of a cripple at the moment and it is a work day (plus he was aware of my feelings towards his birthday considering the effort he made with mine). We did however go out to dinner (twice within 5 days to the same restaurant – a miracle) with his parents which was nice.

Byron said the funniest things at the restaurant today which brings me to report an updated Byronism(s)...

First up the waitress came to take the dishes away. After she had picked up the plates and was ready to walk away Byron turns to her and says in this stern voice, "be careful and don’t break the plates". He not only caught the waitress by surprise but us too.

Later on, Byron decides out of the blue to start a strange conversation which went like this:

Byron: "Mummy would you like to be a penguin?"
Me: "I might like to be a penguin"
Byron: "Be a penguin"
Me: "How do you be a penguin?"
Trevor: "Well you have the waddle down pat!"
Byron: "Waddle, waddle, waddle, waddle" – all accompanied by head and hand movements

On a completely different note, Trevor just said to me (without prompting) that he is looking forward to Lily coming which was kind of a shock because he doesn’t really talk about that much (or as much as I would like). His reasons are:

1. So he can meet her
2. So I will feel better
3. He will get a holiday

According to him they are ranked in order of importance...good to see I come before the holiday.

Monday, August 21, 2006

37 Weeks Today!!!

As expected the pain from the SPD is not getting much better – I don’t suppose it will get any better until the baby is born. It seems today, as an added bonus, there is some back pain chucked in for good measure. Look I can’t complain really, at least I can waddle along and function and it’s not always ‘painful’. Night time seems to be my biggest quandary.

Last night was a terrible night again. I must have woken about 4 or 5 times with period like pain in my lower back (in addition to the SPD problems). It was a little unusual because I hadn’t experienced any pain like that so far. It even got so bad as to require a heat pack this morning.

I had a doctor’s (GP) appointment today. When I walked in she said that I looked "haggard". To be honest that is exactly how I felt – haggard!

She took my vital statistics:

• Weight (all important of course) – 81kgs
• No abnormality detected in urine
• Blood Pressure – 125/80
• Fetal Heart rate – 160 beats per minute
• Oedema – present
• Presentation – cephalic (head down) 1/5th engaged (yippee)

When she said the baby was engaged (even though only 1/5th) I can tell you I was excited. Byron never fully engaged and from memory was 2/5th when my waters broke – although I was 1/5th engaged with him at 36 weeks and nothing happened until 39+ weeks, so I guess it might not mean anything at all (I can still cling to hope though). It does however confirm the reason the SPD pain has gotten worse over the last week (ie. there is more pressure) – the baby has dropped so to speak.

In relation to the back pain the doctor said it is either a symptom of the SPD or early labour – bet you can guess which one I am hoping it is? After the doctor’s visit, for about 2 hours, I experienced period like cramping in my tummy and back. I am presuming they were Braxton hicks – I am not too sure as I haven’t had them before, or never noticed them at least. They just disappeared...not to return again today.

On a final note my doctor said that she thought I would go earlier then I did with Byron...how early she wasn’t sure or didn’t really elaborate. I came away from the appointment today happy and content that my Little Miss Lily Pie might make her entrance in the not to distant future (here’s hoping anyway).

I have an OB appointment on Wednesday (how exciting NOT! – can’t you tell I’m a big fan of them at the moment). I will see what he has to say, although probably nothing I want to here.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Oh what a weekend!

This weekend was filled with a little bit of this and a little bit of that – not all good I might add.

When I went to bed on Friday night the SPD was causing me a fair amount of discomfort so I took a Panadene Forte in the hope of curbing the pain and getting a good night sleep. Boy was I wrong!!! The Forte didn’t help at all (like it had done previously). I woke up about 5 times – pain related; toilet breaks and stupid bl**dy cats outside trying to mate or something (I seriously thought Trevor was going to kill them!). So, in all I’m not sure the Forte had time to really work. By the time morning rolled around I felt incredible ill and sore and not to mention very sorry for myself.

It is needless to say, that I spent most of the day either in bed or on the lounge. I don’t think I got out of my PJs until I had a bath (which was in the evening) and then got into a new pair. All in all it was a bad day. I was hoping against hope that it was a sign – you know that things were happening. I guess it was just wishful thinking.

As things go, last night was much better. I was so tired from the day's events (not sure why seeing as I didn't do much) that I was out like a light at 8.30pm and only woke up once (at 10.30pm) which for me is excellent. I was really glad for the good nights rest considering today was to be a very busy day.

Today we (the bridesmaids) held a surprise bridal shower for my besty. She is one of those people that absolutely HATES (and I mean hates) surprises. Plus she also hates being centre of attention. Today she got both!!!

She is also a person that must be in total control at all times. Everything has a place, plan, purpose etc. So it has been extremely difficult for her to ‘let go’ and hand over control of her hens weekend etc to us, the bridesmaids.

I am pleased to advise that today was a success. Everything went well, including the fact that she had absolutely no idea about the shower and was genuinely surprised by the events. The turn out was good and the 'sex toy' party went well. So all in all it was a great day.

Next weekend is the hen’s weekend. We (bride and bridesmaids) are staying down the Gold Coast for the weekend, with the hen’s night taking place on Saturday night. To be honest I’m not to sure how I will go – fingers crossed I won’t need to. As the wedding gets closer, my stress levels are starting to rise. I really am getting scared that Miss Lily won’t make her appearance in time for the wedding – or for me at least to be comfortable at the wedding. Of course I am only concerned with what is best for her...but still I worry that things won’t go according to plan and for my besty that spells disaster!!!

No doubt time will tell. I just wish I could tell time in advance .

Friday, August 18, 2006

Happy Birthday Mum!

At my recent check-up the OB referred me to see a physiotherapist again (I had already seen one earlier in my pregnancy) for my pubic pain. In his words, he wanted to make sure we had “exhausted all options” in relation to the SPD. Personally, I thought it would be a waste of time considering I had implemented much of what the physiotherapist had said when I went along to see them at 18 weeks. Really, I didn’t see there was much more they could do but went along for the ride anyway.

The physio was a nice young lady (and all of 25 I reckon). She explained some exercises and techniques I could use to help. She acknowledged that there wasn’t really a lot that could be done at this stage – just have to wait for the baby to be born. She did give me a nice (well not so nice because it hurt a little) massage/kneading of the butt and lower back. Apparently, I have knotted and spasmy muscles in the area which is not uncommon in pregnancy.

She suggested that Trevor try to massage/knead the area to relieve the tension. When I suggested that to him he said "we will need a crap load of cream to do that" HA HA HA...I responded with – "no cream required, you just need to knead the area". Trying to get Trevor to massage my feet etc is like trying to get blood out of a stone sometimes, so I suspect there won’t be too many massages in the next few weeks. I will try my best though!

Moving on...today is mum’s birthday. Being a Friday there was not a lot we could do because she works. However, we did have coffee this morning before my physio appointment which was nice. We also went out to dinner tonight to celebrate her birthday. She really liked the two Lilly Pilly plants I got her.


I was a little annoyed at myself after I had potted the plants (which I might add was quite therapeutic – for the record my thumb is definitely not green). You see, I purchased the pots separate to the plants and didn’t even realize that they were different pots until after I had potted the plants and taken a photo to give mum. The pots are the same size and colour but one has a ridged top and the other doesn’t. Normally I am a fickler for perfection but I never even noticed this...it must be the pregnancy brain (well that’s my excuse and I'm sticking with it!).

I gave mum a card with the following poem in it (I wish I could have said I wrote it but I didn’t). It says everything I want to say and more...

All my life you've been there
Any time and any where
When I was young
And even now that I am older.

I have always known
You've done the best you could
Circumstances change, lives change
But family ties are strong.

I want you to know how much
I respect what you have done
For me, for others,
And even for yourself.

When problems knock you down
You just slowly, steadily,
adjust your shoulders
And then move on.

Many others would give up,
On love and on life, but you haven't.
You've continued,
Stronger, calmer, and with determination.

That's what you are,
strong, loving, caring, and dependable.
And yet still more
You are my mum.

And I love you.

Happy Birthday Mum,
With lots of love,

Byronism of the day...

As I might have mentioned we went out for dinner tonight to celebrate Mum’s birthday. According to Trevor, I acted like a child over ice-cream (long story not worth re telling). Anyway, on the way home we are arguing over that and also the fact that Byron was kicking his seat (which I think he has to far back – not leaving Byron much leg room). Anyhow, during the course of the argument he says to me something to the affect of "screw you" at which point Byron pipes up in the back seat and says "she can't screw she’s to big!". I'm not exactly sure what he thinks 'screw' means...but it sure sounds like he had some idea (a bit to young for that I would have thought). Although, I suspect he just thinks I'm to big to do anything!!!!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

True Friendship

The internet has been part of my daily life for many years but not like it is now. I never envisaged that 10 months ago my world would open up to the most amazing people and that true friendships would envelop me know end. I once read that "you meet people who forget you. You forget people you meet. But sometimes you meet those people you can't forget. Those are your 'friends’". The people I have met via the internet (EB in particular) - they know who they are - are wonderfully supportive; incredibly generous; open hearted; funny; caring; wise and witty.

They make me laugh, cry and feel good about myself. They cheer me up when I am down and provide support when it is so needed. Whilst I have never met these lovely ladies, I consider them my true friends. Their support, advice and well being often means more to me then my ‘generic’ friends.

I feel incredibly blessed to have met such wonderful people and for that I am so very grateful. I found this poem that sums up my feelings in no uncertain terms. This is a tribute to my cyber friends...


Screen Friends
(Author Unknown)

My husband has finally gone to work
My children have finished their play
they've gone to bed their stories read
Now it's my time of day.

I've had one of those days
you know what I mean
so I sit back and relax
and turn on my screen.

I'll talk to all my friends
who know just what to say
to make my stresses go
and my troubles fade away.

My friends you're always there for me
whenever I feel blue
and though we've never met before
I know our friendships true.

And although we haven't been friends for long
in this short time it seems
we shared so many things already
our hopes, our fears, our dreams.

We come from different walks of life
but we share a common bond
and it's time to say that of all of you
I've grown so very fond.

So thank you friends for being there
whenever I've needed you
I know you're always there for me
and you know I'm there for you.
Nic xxx

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

36 Weeks - ultrasound and OB appointment

Today was a day I was looking forward to...because I got to see Lily Pie one last time before she pops into the world. I only ever had the two ultrasounds with Byron (the last being at 18 weeks) so it has been exciting (not to mention very worthwhile) seeing this bub again a few extra times.

The main reason for the ultrasound though, was not a good one really...it was to check whether the renal dilatation had gotten worse. In my 30 week ultrasound it was considered Lily had mild renal dilatation. Unfortunately, today it was revealed that she has moderate dilation.

The report concluded: "Fetal anomaly identified – Bilateral hydroureter and hydronephrosis".

It was noted the renal pelvises are dilated and measure 1.6cm on the left and 1.5cms on the right. There was no evidence of a duplex collecting system. The renal cortex appeared normal in thickness. Both ureters are dilated, but no ureterocele (a congenital abnormality found in the urinary bladder) was detected. No other anomalies were detected and the bladder wasn’t distended. Also, it was noted the presence of a normal bladder and liquor is reassuring for overall renal function.

In laymen’s terms, I have discovered that Hydronephrosis is a "stretching" or dilation of the inside or collecting part of the kidney. It often results from either:
• a blockage in the ureter where it joins the kidney that prevents urine from draining into the bladder. Urine is trapped in the kidney and causes the kidney to stretch; or
• Vesicourteral reflux, which is the congenital condition (children are born with it) in which urine backs up from the bladder and into the ureter toward the kidney.

I was advised that Lily will require a paediatric review after birth and a neonatal renal scan around 5 days after she is born. It is likely that she will be treated with antibiotics with follow up ultrasounds to see how she is progressing.

The doctor did discuss these finding with me which was great. He also noted that she is perfectly happy in side and that if there was a problem they would deliver her now. They will know more once she has been examined after birth, but until then it is good to know that she is happy!

Moving on...my next cause for concern is her size. Her measurements were as follows:

Head Circumference: 335.8mm (high end of the spectrum)
Abdominal Circumference: 338.9mm (high end of the spectrum)
Estimated Fetal Weight: 3181 grams (high end of the spectrum)
Femur Length: 70.3mm (average)

Considering Byron had a head circumference of 34cms when born and only weighed 3.5kgs its a little scary thinking how big Lily might actually get; especially so when they do most of their ‘fat’ growing in the next 3 to 4 weeks.

Whilst they didn’t mention it in the report, I did see on the ultrasound screen (when they were taking the measurements) that her measurements were akin to a 38 weeker – I sure hope she considers herself at 38 weeks gestation with 2 weeks to go!!! The OB didn’t seem at all concerned with her size, saying that she is at the upper end of normal and that babies often get bigger second time around. That doesn’t really appease my concerns at the moment, which (leaving the kidney issues aside) are how big will she be (over 4kgs)?; will her ever expanding head fit? (I had stitches with Byron and his head was only 34cms); will she fit period? I guess I never envisaged having a large bub. I always just assumed, considering she was a girl, that she would be smaller or at least not bigger then Byron. Time will tell I guess.

Other things that were noted from the ultrasound were:

• Heart action was present
• Fetal presentation is cephalic (head down)
• Amniotic fluid volume was normal
• Placenta position was anterior, not low
• She is definitely a girl (I saw her bits!)

The sonographer printed me out a couple of photos but they weren’t the best. Little Lily’s face is all squished up ‘down there’ making it very difficult to get a decent shot...not to mention her advanced gestation; not to worry - I will be meeting her shortly. I think it prudent to insert a Byronism right here:

I asked him if he wanted to look at the photos of Lily. His response at first was 'no' following which point I acted a little upset (well I was a little upset LOL). His reaction was to then come over and look at the photos to which he commented that he couldn’t see anything because "it was too dark in there". I guess he has a point - the photos are black and admittedly it is hard to see what you are supposed to be looking at. Silly of me to think he could actually see anything.

Following the ultrasound I had an appointment with an OB at the hospital. One and half hours later (yep that’s how late they were running) I got into see the OB. To my dismay, also in attendance at the appointment was the infamous midwife from my earlier appointment with the wonderful ‘bedside manner’!

I discussed my issues with the OB, including my symphysis pubis pain (see earlier entry) as well as the issues raised from the ultrasound. He was very rushed during the appointment which made me think he had other places he would rather be – not with me. Given I had the ultrasound the only monitoring of me was my blood pressure which was fine at 134/64. He noted that he wanted me back next week for a follow up appointment with an OB (probably a different one again no doubt) and that it wasn’t necessary for me to see my GP (but I will see her anyway).

I came away from the hospital feeling a little despondent. I can’t quite put a finger on what it was, but I guess the main feeling was that I don’t really have anyone in my corner backing me, so to speak. I have my GP but she really has no clout when it comes to the hospital (and inductions etc), which when you think about it is obviously so, considering she is not an OB. I can’t help thinking that if I had the one OB (someone that knew me and my issues) then the journey might be a little easier; that my concerns might be given some weight as opposed to being shrugged off as immaterial and of no consequence.

Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction

My pelvic (pubic) pain was unbearable last night; most notably at bed time. The pain was at its worse when ever I tried to move in bed and was akin to someone getting a screwdriver and screwing it into my pubic bone (even though I know its not the bone that was the problem). This meant that rolling over, moving my leg (any leg) a fraction was excruciating and almost impossible (it got to the point where I had to physic myself up to go to the toilet). There have been nights when it had been bad, but never (in this pregnancy) was it as bad as it was last night.

This morning, I had more noticeable restriction in movement, especially when walking. I.e. My general mobility was again in question. I figured that I must have aggravated it yesterday when playing with Byron (although the OB said that sometimes there is no aggravation, it is just the progression of the pregnancy).

According to Dr Google, I am suffering from 'Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction', the symptoms of which include:

• pubic pain (check)
• pubic tenderness to the touch; having the fundal height measured may be uncomfortable (not always)
• lower back pain, especially in the sacro-iliac area (surprisingly not a lot)
• difficulty/pain rolling over in bed (check, check, check)
• difficulty/pain with stairs, getting in and out of cars, sitting down or getting up, putting on clothes, bending, lifting, standing on one foot, lifting heavy objects, etc (check)
• sciatica (pain in buttocks and down the leg) (sometimes)
• "clicking" in the pelvis when walking (not really)
• waddling gait (hmmm definite check)
• difficulty getting started walking, especially after sleep (check)
• feeling like hip is out of place or has to pop into place before walking (not so much)
• bladder dysfunction (temporary incontinence at change in position) (not really)

I’m no doctor, however, it is pretty obvious I am suffering from most of the symptoms of this condition. There are some suggestions for coping with the pain which include:

• Use a pillow between your legs when sleeping; body pillows are a great investment! (I have one and use it nightly, although it makes it near impossible to turn over)
• Use a pillow under your 'bump' (pregnancy tummy) when sleeping (do this too)
• Keep your legs and hips as parallel/symmetrical as possible when moving or turning in bed (try this every time I have difficulties, but it doesn’t always work)
• Some women also find it helpful to have their partners stabilise their hips and hold them 'together' when rolling over in bed or otherwise adjusting position (will definitely keep this in mind)
• Some women report a waterbed mattress to be helpful (not an option here)
• Silk/satin sheets and nighties may make it easier to turn over in bed (don’t think this will help)
• Swimming may help relieve pressure on the joint (hmm too lazy + too cold)
• Keep your legs close together and move symmetrically (I try this when I can but its not always practical)
• When standing, stand symmetrically, with your weight evenly distributed through both legs (surprisingly, standing in the one position doesn’t pose to much of a problem)
• Sit down to get dressed, especially when putting on underwear or pants (a must – although sometimes a little impractical!)
• Avoid 'straddle' movements (no problems doing that here)
• Swing your legs together as a unit when getting in and out of cars (yep do this most of the time)
• An ice pack may feel soothing and help reduce inflammation in the pubic area (haven’t thought of this one)
• Move slowly and without sudden movements (true)
• If bending over to pick up objects is difficult, there are devices available that can help with this (like Trevor LOL)
• Really severe cases may need crutches, although these should probably only be used as a last resort (I can manage at this stage)
• Performing regular pelvic floor exercises and lower abdominal exercises can help to reduce the strain of the pregnancy on your pelvis (pelvic floor exercises help control some of the pain but not all)
• Some women report that pelvic binders/maternity support belts are helpful for pelvic pain (admittedly the physio gave me one of these earlier in my pregnancy but I only used it a few times – I don’t think it will make any difference at this stage)
• Pain killers can also help (will definitely given these a go!)

I had an OB appointment today and amongst other things (which I will consider later) we did discuss this. I was referred to the physio again just so we can assume that I have exhausted all efforts in this regard (which I think I have). Hopefully, I can get into see the physio in the next few days.

The OB noted that if the pain gets worse I may have to be admitted to hospital. When he said this I responded by saying "I can’t, I have a 2 year old at home". He didn’t consider this a good excuse...saying that this should be treated like any other condition such as Pre Eclampsia. He questioned what support mechanisms I had in place should such a situation arise. Admittedly he has a point, I just would rather say at home .

He also noted that Panadene Forte can be prescribed for the pain. If I need any I will have to go to the hospital and get a prescription from the doctor (we have some at home so I will just use those for now). Ultimately though, it appears (from my research at least) that the only really ‘cure’ is having the baby. I guess I will just have to put up with the pain until she decides she wants to come out because, its not like the OB will induce based on SPD unless the pain is absolutely unbearable (which I would argue it can be!).

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Immobility & Oedema end the 35th week.

Mobility...The quality or state of being mobile; the ability and willingness to move or change; this can depend on motor skills; mobility aids may be needed such as a walking stick, walker, mobile standing frame or wheelchair.

Over the last few days (OK maybe this week) my mobility has slowed right down; my ‘ability’ and ‘willingness’ to move has gone out the window. The enthusiasm to move is there but my capability is not! Hmmm, I can’t quite put a finger on what might be causing this (leaving the obvious aside of course).

There is more pressure on my pelvis then there was a week or so ago. I get breathless so much more easily. Getting up off the floor and chairs is a 2 man job (2 hour job without help). Rolling over in bed is horrendous (although I think I previously mentioned this).

Mobility aids...don’t laugh...the thought has crossed my mind (oh and Trevor’s today who thought it would be a good idea to get me a wheelchair at the footy – I declined of course even though, it would have made the long walk so much more relaxing).

It's not just a change in mobility that I have noticed; there are other changes.

Oedema...A swelling from effusion of watery fluid in the cellular tissue beneath the skin or mucous membrane.

The last week or so has brought with it the dreaded swelling. It's not a lot for serious concern (like pre eclampsia) but it is definitely noticeable. It seems to be present in the feet and ankles, hands, arms, face, and lets not forget my legs, in particular my thighs (which are like solid logs or at least it feels like it).

I purchased some cream the other day - "maternity pre-natal foot cream gel with hypoallergenic products" (it was clearance at Woolies – hopefully that doesn’t say something). It is supposed to relieve swelling in the feet and ankles. Trevor diligently has been rubbing or massaging my feet with this cream once a day for the last 3 days. I can’t say I have seen much of a difference but I will admit the cream has a nice cooling affect after application. Then there’s the foot and calf massage; and not to mention the fact that I MUST elevate my feet for at least 15 to 20 minutes after application.

Tonight marks the end of my 35th week of pregnancy...counting down to the closing stages now. During the next 4 weeks (wishful thinking would say 2) I suspect mobility will continue on the downward slide and oedema will continue on the up and up. At least the parcel at the end is all worth it.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Planning Ahead

Today marked the fourth and final session of my Triple P Parenting Course. Today’s session dealt with ‘Planning Ahead’ – managing high risk situations such as shopping trips, family outings, telephone conversations etc.

I’ll be honest and say, that I could have done with this session last week (although after today’s session I am still a little unclear about what I should have done). I failed to mention this earlier but last week when we were out shopping – the day after the infamous bolting exercise – Byron proceeded to say the ‘F’ word out loud (more then once) for all the world to hear. We were in Toys R Us, so as you can imagine there were other parents around and of course other kids.

It goes with out saying that I got a few good ‘death stares’ from other parents. If I was following the PPP program I should have implemented the "planned ignoring" technique and just ignored what he was saying. However, feeling scrutiny all around, I quickly jumped in and ‘chastised’ him for using naughty words – ie. Giving him the attention he was trying to gain. I felt that if I had just ignored him, it would have looked like (to other people) I had accepted the behaviour as being OK, when really this is not the case. Mental note for future reference...don’t worry about what other people think!

In short, it seems that parents should plan ahead for high risk situations. The main idea being that if you plan stimulating and engaging activities for your child in situations where they might otherwise be bored and disruptive, you are likely to prevent problems from occurring. Better yet...our facilitator said, that if you think there will be big dramas (like at the shops) just don’t take them!

Apparently, the following steps will form the basis of your plan for dealing with high risk situations:

Prepare in advance – have everything ready that you will need for a situation, such as rewards and snacks. Also, plan your trips to avoid disrupting your child’s routine, such as usual mealtimes and sleep times.
Talk about rules – prepare you child in advance by describing what is going to happen. Decide on rules for appropriate behaviour in a situation and discuss those rules in a relaxed way with your child. Examples for travelling in the car might include: keeping your seat-belt on, using a quiet voice and keeping your hands and feet to yourself; Whilst shopping the rules might include: staying close to the trolley (or in my case ME), only touching things when mummy and daddy say its ok, and walking down the isles. Just prior to entering a high risk situation, remind your child of the rules.
Select engaging activities – make a list of activities you can use to keep your child entertained. Try to make use of naturally occurring opportunities for fun (eg. Talk to your child and ask them questions, count things you see, help them select your groceries etc).
Use rewards for appropriate behaviour – list rewards (which are practical and immediate) your child can receive for following the rules. Explain the rewards to your child when you are explaining the rules. Always remember to praise your child often for appropriate behaviour in the high risk situation and give the back-up rewards if the rules are followed.
Use consequences for misbehaviour – list the consequences (that are practical and immediate) your child can expect for failing to follow the rules and explain these consequences to your child. Examples might include ‘quiet time’ at the shops where your child must sit quietly at the front of the store or in an aisle, or in a trolley. If behaviour gets worse, you might have to sit your child in the car for time out, while you wait nearby. It might also be useful to provide the consequences at a more opportune time – like when you get home...but always tell your child this is what will be happening and why.
Hold a follow-up discussion – after a high risk situation, review how things went with your child. Praise your child for following the rules, and if necessary, describe one rule your child forgot to follow. Discuss anything either you or your child feel needs to be changed, and set a goal for the next time the same high risk situation occurs (eg. "You did really well staying close to me while we were at the bank today, but next time let’s see if you can remember to use a quiet voice in the bank").

I guess, what I learnt today is that you can implement the techniques we gained from previous sessions with a little bit of modification and of course a little bit of confidence in your ability to succeed in managing those high risk situations wouldn't go astray . I guess ultimately, we shouldn’t worry about what other people think and just get on with parenting.

I can't promise anything...but I will definitely give it a go!

Byronism of the day...

Trevor and I were up stairs whilst Byron was downstairs playing with his Lego. He was singing and chatting to himself non stop. Trevor joked that someone must have slipped him a kiddie drug (Ritalin) or something...he literally wasn’t coming up for air! Anyway I went downstairs and what do you know, there was Lego and blocks strewn everywhere. So, I asked Byron to clean up his blocks. His response was "no mummy, you do it all by yourself and I will be so proud!". Needless to say, Trevor and I were in hysterics and of course I packed up the blocks but he helped with the Lego.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Anticipation is building

I just finished completing the census. I can’t believe it has been 5 years since we completed the last one. Apart from living in the same place, so much more has happened; I graduated from university, got admitted as a solicitor, got married, had one child (who is practically 3) and another is almost here. It makes my head spin to think that by the time the next census rocks around, Byron will be 8 and Lily 5 – perhaps we will have a third!?! I guess time will tell.

Yesterday I washed Byron’s old convertible car seat cover and got it all ready for the new baby. Adjusting the straps to the smallest position was a little surreal. I remember when we put Byron in his car seat for the first time...he looked so itty bitty. Today I put the car seat in the car (I now remember how much a car seat takes up in the reversible position – a lot – thankfully we have upgraded car size since having Byron!). It’s hard to imagine that in just a few short weeks there will be a baby sitting in that seat...right next to Byron (mental note: make sure he doesn’t try to feed her smarties, which he excitedly mentioned he would do upon seeing the car seat in the car).

The anticipation surrounding Lily’s arrival is definitely building. Its getting to that stage where I like to just potter around in her room, looking at the clothes and playing with the baby ‘stuff’, much to Trevor’s amusement who can not understand the fascination with baby stuff (his loss I say!). I like to picture the items in use. I remember doing the same thing with Byron – in particular, I remember setting up his cradle swing in the lounge room, then walking by it trying to picture a baby in it; then he arrived and was well and truly in it.

My eagerness to meet her is building by the day. I wonder when she will arrive; what she will look like; how big she will be; how Byron will interact with her; how Trevor will interact with her; how will she feed; how will she sleep – the list goes on. The countdown has well and truly begun!

Monday, August 07, 2006

Runaway Child!

Not a lot has happened the last few days (including the weekend) that really warrants a lot of comment (although come to think of it...that probably isn’t wholly accurate).

Have you ever been in a shopping centre and heard the message over the intercom "we have a little lost boy here wearing jeans and a red t-shirt" or worse still have you been the parent of that little lost boy? Well, on Saturday Byron took the bolt and ran away from me whilst I was at Big W looking at some clothes. One minute he was next to the stroller talking to Nanna and I and the next he was gone. Therefore, for a moment, I was that parent.

To be honest, at first, I didn’t immediately go "where’s Byron" and start my frantic search! Mum, who was with me, didn’t think much of it at the time either. We just thought he was in the next isle looking at something. Then mum saw him about 30 meters away. By the time I went to where mum said he was he was gone! I was calling out his name and he wouldn’t respond. I had absolutely no idea where he was until a lady said to me "are you looking for a little boy? He just ran that way...!" When I finally caught up to him, he literally ran away again. He thought it was one big game! The site of me (very pregnant) running after him was definitely not pretty. Nor was my reaction when I finally was within reach to grab his shirt!

To say I was ropable was an understatement; I was down right angry. At the time, I think my anger was directed at him (Byron did get a big smack and talking to), when really it should have been directed at myself – the fact that I took my eyes of him and let him wander thinking he (nearly 3) would stay put; angry that I couldn’t catch up to him (ie. he could out run me!); angry at what could have been.

I was discussing the incident with Mum on Saturday afternoon (after the incident) and in reality, there is so much that could have happened, which at the time we didn’t give a lot of thought to. Thinking about it now puts a whole new spin on the “what if” scenario. It’s funny what retrospection can do. In future, I will be more vigilant when out and about. However, I am quite confident that Byron won’t be running away from me anytime soon...

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I took Byron to the doctors today just to make sure everything was ok. Everything is fine. Apparently it is the tale end of a viral infection, which is what I suspected. He does have a little red rash around his mouth, which I thought may have been wind burn. The doctor suspects it might be an allergic reaction to something he could have eaten and suggested I put some ‘steroid’ cream on it. It’s not a big rash just a few little red circles; but it is noticeable so hopefully the cream does the trick.

Before I go, I just wanted to note for the record...


Friday, August 04, 2006

Idle Banter

I woke up today and could hardly swallow my throat was so sore. I decided that, given it had been 3 days, I should trek off to the doctors for a check up. Her words were "Ohh that looks nasty". It turns out I have tonsillitis for which she prescribed me antibiotics.

I am feeling a tad guilty about taking myself off to the doctors when really I should probably have taken Byron too. He isn’t complaining of being sick or anything, but has a croaky voice, cough and runny noise and therefore may have tonsillitis as well (note to self...take Byron to the doctors tomorrow if he still has symptoms).

From the moment I picked Byron up from kindy today until the moment he went to sleep, he never stopped talking...literally. I am surprised the kid could breathe! When I think back to what he was talking about, there is nothing that really stands out...just idle banter and chit chat about this and that.

I was sitting on the lounge watching "A Current Affair" this evening, while Byron was playing in the family room with his trolley full of play food! I kid you not, he chatted to himself for most of the half hour program! I have noticed of late, that when he plays by himself, whether it is with puzzles, play doh or with his play food he constantly banters to himself. Trevor reckons he can talk about three things within the span of 3 seconds – random gibberish really.

Similarly, when he is in the bath he chats constantly to himself. Most of it has to do with the process of making cookies – yes cookies! These cookies come in all flavours ranging from, chocolate, mushroom (strange considering Byron has never had mushrooms in his life), to smartie; the main ingredients being, cold water (running from the tap – which can pose a problem in its affect of cooling the bath water, especially in winter), a bucket and a couple of old soap squirters. It seems to be a meticulous process often fraught with frustration and despair. In the end though, the cookies always turn out beautiful and taste wonderful to boot!

On another note, I received the photos taken when I was 28 weeks by a lovely lady. I happen to think she did a fantastic job, especially at capturing Byron’s spirit. For the record, here are a couple of the photos...

Byronism of the day...

It has been a while since I had any significant words of wisdom from Byron. Today, there seemed to be plenty...funnily enough though I am having trouble deciphering what were words of wisdom and what wasn’t; come to think of it...perhaps his idle banter got the better of me and perhaps there wasn't any wisdom at all.

Worth a mention...we have been putting cream on his face at night (due to a bit of wind burn). Anyway, he likes to help out so I put a little on his index finger. When I put it on, I refer to the name of the finger ie. index finger. Tonight, he made sure that I put some cream on his (what sounded like) "sex finger".

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Managing Misbehaviour

Yesterday I went along to the third instalment of the Triple P Parenting Program. I have to say, I did find this session probably the most useful to date. It dealt with ‘managing misbehaviour’.

I guess the main theme of the session was that children learn self-control when their parents use consequences for misbehaviour immediately, consistently and decisively.

We discussed seven strategies for managing children’s behaviour and these included:

Establishing clear ground rules ie. some established house rules. These house rules should be:
- fair
- few in number
- easy to follow
- enforceable
- positively stated (ie. should tell children what to do, rather than what not to do like “walk in the house” instead of “don’t run”)
Using directed discussion to deal with occasional rule breaking – This involves gaining your child’s attention, telling the child the problem, explaining briefly why it is a problem and describing or getting your child to suggest the correct behaviour and then practising the correct behaviour.
Using planned ignoring to deal with problem behaviour - means deliberately pay no attention (don’t look or talk) to a child when a minor problem (like whinging, pulling faces or saying rude words) behaviour occurs. Remember to stop ignoring your child when the problem behaviour stops and praise good behaviour.
Giving clear, calm instructions – this involves:
- Getting close and gaining your child’s attention (move within arm’s length of your child, bend down to their eye level and use their name).
- Tell your child what to do in a calm voice (ask twice if it is not a problem behaviour)
- Give your child time to cooperate (around 5 seconds)
- Praise cooperation
- Repeat your instruction if after 5 seconds the child doesn’t stop doing the behaviour.
- Back up your instructions with a consequence (ie, logical consequence, quiet time or time out)
Backing up your instructions with logical consequences – best used for mild problem behaviour that doesn’t occur often. Choose a consequence that best fits the situation and remove that activity or toy. Logical consequences work best if they are brief – 5 to 30 minutes. Remember:
- When withdrawing the activity do not debate or argue the point with your child and act as soon as the problem occurs.
- Return the activity when the time is up.
- If the problem happens again after giving the activity back follow up by removing the activity for a longer period or use quiet time.
Using quiet time to deal with misbehaviour – involves removing your child from the activity in which a problem has occurred and having them sit quietly on the edge of the activity (floor or chair) for a short time (2yr olds, 1 mins; 3 to 5 yr olds, 2 mins; max 5 mins for children aged 5 to 10 yrs). Remember not to give your child any attention. Once your child has remained quiet for the set time, they can rejoin the activity. When misbehaviour occurs, follow these steps:
- Tell your child what to do and if the problem behaviour stops praise your child – remember to act quickly!
- Back up your instruction with quiet time – be calm and firm; ignore any protests and do not lecture, argue or nag.
- Remind your child of the rules when putting them in quiet time. Tell them they can rejoin the activity when they have been in quiet time for a set time.
- After quiet time is over do not mention the incident.
Using time-out (placing child in another 'boring/safe' room) to deal with serious misbehaviour or when quiet time doesn’t work. When serious misbehaviour occurs, follow these steps:
- Tell your child what to do and remember to act quickly when you see a problem occurring. Praise your child if they do as you ask.
- Back up your instruction with time out if the child does not stop doing the misbehaviour within 5 seconds and remember to tell them what they have done wrong; ignore any protests and do not lecture, argue or nag.
- Remind your child of the rules when putting them in time out. Tell them they can rejoin the activity when they have been in time out for a set time. Also, leave the door open to begin with although you may need to close it if your child doesn’t stay in the room and if that doesn't work you can always try locking the door
- Ignore misbehaviour in time out – do not talk to your child or give them any attention until they have been quiet for the set time.
- After time out is over do not talk about the incident again.

As you can see there was a lot of information pumped into our heads. We (Trevor and I) are planning on following the above strategies but first I will have to get Trevor on the same planet or it just won’t work. Most of what I learnt made sense and I had heard it before (mostly on Super Nanny - although there were some subtle differences).

Before I go, I just wanted to note I received my new digital camera the other day and it is so excellent (how exciting)!!! Here is a picture of Byron taken yesterday (excuse the milo and wind burn and don't you just love his new haircut )...

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Byron and his antics...

Yesterday was a big day for Byron and I – so big that I am only writing about it today.

We had a play date with a little girlfriend of his who we hadn’t seen in quite a while in the morning, followed by my appointment at the hospital (which included a bus trip just for Byron) and finally a haircut to top it all of.

Let me start with the play date...we had decided to meet at a shopping centre which has a lovely indoor playground for littlies. There is a coffee shop just near there plus a Wendys (for milkshake purposes – I promised he could have one), so in all, a perfect location for a play date; except it was a shopping centre.

The thing I have noticed about Byron and shopping centres of late is that he is drawn to those electronic rides/merry go rounds that require you to put $2 in before they do anything. He can’t walk past one without wanting to hop in. Not to mention, that he has now begun to ask me for money to put in them as well (sitting in them is not enough anymore!). I had never really noticed exactly how many of them were around until the other day.

During our stroll through the shopping centre (as part of our play date) we must have walked past 6 of them in a short span of time; each one requiring Byron’s (and his little girlfriend’s) attention. Ok, I can handle one stop here and there, but really, who can handle a stop every 50 metres (because that is where they were spaced). Yes, they provide a little rest stop for parents who might so dearly need it, but they also require you (as the parent) to hand over hard earned cash for what – a 30 sec jolt. I am pretty good and very rarely hand over money to put in those rides, but that doesn’t stop him from asking (or should I say nagging incessantly). Grrr to those ride people, whose plan it is to make every parent succumb to relentless harassment by pre-schoolers!!!!

After our play date we headed to another shopping centre where we were going to catch a bus to the hospital. Byron gets so excited when he sees buses and remembers his last trip on the bus (back at my 28 week check-up).

Before venturing onto the bus I needed to make one stop at Toys R Us to pick something up. There I was at the checkout paying for the item when I looked around and Byron was gone. I called out his name a few times when I finally received a response. I asked where he was (because I couldn’t see him). He responded with "I’m over here mummy at the Freddos" (about 4 meters around the corner out of my eyesight). Before, I could comprehend what he said; he was back at the checkouts with a Freddo in toe ready and waiting to pay the lady (with my $$$ I suppose). In a state of shock, I was left with no alternative (ok there were alternatives but none which I was willing to take) but to purchase the Freddo.

As expected Byron thoroughly enjoyed the bus trip (and the freddo)...the highlight of course being the ringing of the bell!

Our last trip of the day was to the barbers. Byron’s hair was getting so long that it was now in his eyes. I thought, seeing as it was a Monday there wouldn’t be a wait. How wrong was I. There were 3 people in front of us waiting to get their hair cut. Soon enough though (well it could have been sooner), it was his turn. Whilst he was getting his hair cut, he pointed to 3 objects on the table. The hairdresser responded by telling him they were clippers (or parts that connected to clippers). His response was, "When I be a girl I can use those". Huh!! I responded with, "What do you mean". He said, "When I be a girl I can put the clips in my hair"...How sweet - he got confused with clips that girls put in their hair.

I can tell you that when I got home from my day out with Byron, I was exhausted. Needless to say, I won’t be venturing to close to a shopping centre (with him) any time soon – well not for a few days anyway!