Thursday, December 15, 2011

Third Time Lucky




Okay. So I'm pregnant again. Almost 17 weeks. The baby is due 28th May 2012. I've been sooo paranoid about this pregnancy after the miscarriage. Some bleeding in weeks 6 and 8 saw me visit the Early Pregnancy Unit (EPU) at St Peters where I was given some reassuring scans which showed all was well. And things are still going well. I was able to hear the heartbeat using my trusty AngelSounds Doppler from week 9 and have been feeling the baby moving since around weeks 10 or 11. This pregnancy is so different from the first one. I have had morning sickness all the way up to week 15. My hair and skin is terrible this time round. And I've been so moody. I had none of this with Elliot. I'm convinced this one is a girl ... I find out on 12th Jan!!! Rock on Tommy!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Baby Number 2 - Miscarriage at 9 Weeks


I miscarried this week in my 9th week of pregnancy.

It all started on Monday evening. I was getting ready for bed when I noticed some brownish discharge in my underwear. I wasn't overly concerned because I'd heard that you can have a show like this when your period would have been due, which mine would have been.

Tuesday morning I saw my midwife who said it was a normal thing to happen and probably wasn't anything to worry about. In retrospect I wish I'd asked for an early scan.

By Tuesday afternoon, the brownish discharge was beginning to look more like fresh blood. Since there was only a small streak of it I didn't worry too much, but decided I would pop along to my local A&E the following morning just to reassure myself.

However, on Tuesday evening at around 7.30pm I went to the loo and whilst having a wee I passed a clot (around 2 or 3 inches long) and started bleeding, as though I was having a period. I called my husband and told him I thought we were losing the baby.

Half an hour later we were at my local A&E and that's when it all became a bit more serious. In the space of 2 hours I'd lost a significant amount of blood (I thought my husband would pass out when he saw it) and a number of large clots. In total I believe I experienced 99% of the miscarriage and 95% of the entire blood loss in those two hours. My jeans, coat and underwear were literally soaked in blood; quite a frightening ordeal as I had no idea if or when the bleeding would stop.

Once seen by the A&E doctor, I was admitted and immediately hooked up to a drip. I was then monitored and booked in for a scan to establish if I was having a miscarriage or an ectopic pregnancy since my pregnancy hormone (HCG) levels were still high.

By now the bleeding had slowed right down, although an examination showed that I was holding a lot of clots internally.

The following morning I was given a transvaginal scan which showed that I was no longer pregnant. My body had expelled almost everything. However, since the sonographer could see some unidentifiable material (she couldn't tell if it was clots or foetal tissue) she classified it as an incomplete miscarriage and I was given a D&C (ERPC) the following day.

I had very little pain throughout the whole miscarriage. At most it was like back ache and minor period pains. No major cramps.

I spent two nights in hospital being monitored and I have now been home for three hours.

Right now I feel sad (obviously) and worried (what if it happens again?) but thank God for my little boy (13 months). Througout the whole ordeal I reminded myself how lucky I am to have such a gorgeous, perfect little child waiting for me at home. I think I would have gone into meltdown if this had been my first pregnancy.

Apparently 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage. In some ways it's a scary fact. But for me right now it's a comforting fact because at least I can say the odds were always going to be high so it's pointless blaming myself. Unfortunately I was simply the 1 in 4 this time round.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A Book For My Son

A book dedicated to my son. Written by me and illustrated by Kerry Hughes.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Tummy Tub

Elliot ADORES his bath. It's called a Tummy Tub and looks like a bucket but from day one he has loved it. It's supposed to remind babies of being in the womb and I have to admit that if they invented one for adults I would consider buying it ...

Regrets ...

Things I would have done differently in hindsight ...

  1. I wish I'd put Elliot to bed in his cot in his room for his day time naps from day one.
  2. I wish I hadn't got the Tommee Tippee bottles. They are only compatible with Tommee Tippee sterilizers and warmers etc. Most annoying.
  3. I wish I hadn't wasted money on the Tommee Tippee electric breast pump. The Philips Avent hand pump is FAR superior - expressing more milk quicker and quieter.
  4. I wish I had introduced Elliot to his sling sooner - it would have been perfect when he was tiny. The sling is better than the carrier in my opinion as it's easier to get the baby in and out of in a hurry. The sling is great for when you have things to do but the baby wants snuggle time.
  5. I wish I had bought a more colourful and playful bouncy chair rather than the boring one that matches the decor in our living room.
  6. I wish I'd spent a bit of extra money on a bottle warmer that warms to the exact temperature required. I don't know how many hours I have wasted trying to get regulate the temperature of Elliot's bottles.
I'm sure there'll be more to add to this list as and when they come to me.

Fenugreek! This is a herb commonly used in curries. However, I recently discovered it can also help boost breast milk production.
One of the girls from my antenatal class mashed up some Fenugreek seeds the other day and made a drink from it ... and the next day she produced 300mls from each breast. She swears the milk was so abundant that when she was expressing from one boob, it was flowing freely from the other boob too.
I have to admit, I tried her concoction myself without much joy. But I will persevere ... watch this space.

9 weeks old

Elliot doesn't appear too keen to model his new bath robe and slipper set.

Wow, where does the time go? Elliot is 9 weeks old already and today he's having his first lot of jabs. I'm not looking forward to this at all ... the thought of someone hurting my baby fills me with dread. And the aftermath isn't supposed to be pretty; grizzly, grumpy, sicky, feverish babies. Needless to say I have some Calpol at the ready.