Home birth, but hospital stay – part 1

If you managed to read my birth story, then you will know that I got my much wanted, planned, home birth after some uncertainty as to whether I would be able to or not. It truly was magical and I would love another if we ever decide to have any more children. What wasn’t in the plan though, was to be admitted to hospital. I wanted a home birth, because this was something I majorly wanted to avoid.


Saturday 1st March
As little man was born in the very early hours of Saturday morning, one of the midwives came back later that day in the afternoon to do his newborn check – this which would normally be carried out by the doctor in hospital. All was fine at this check but we were still struggling with feeding – mainly with latching on. (Regular readers over the last couple of years will know that I suffered badly with breastfeeding guilt after failing with little man #1, so this was something that I desperately wanted to achieve this time). As we were struggling but it wasn’t overly desperate that he hadn’t fed by then (though would need to soon), a midwife would return on the Sunday to see how we were doing. The midwives had also contacted the breastfeeding support team (B.A.B.E.S) at the hospital to contact me about coming out to see me. I was expressing my colostrum though (which we were using a Calpol syringe to feed!) so he was getting a little something.


Sunday 2nd March
The midwife arrived early Sunday afternoon, and we were still struggling. She helped me with positioning and trying to get him to latch, but he was still having none of it. As I was still expressing though she left it at that and would call me in a couple of days after I’d seen the B.A.B.E.S. Pretty much as soon as she left she was back after finding her thermometer in the car, and she wanted to take his temperature. It turned out, that it was lower than they would like it to be, at 36 degrees. She was a bit concerned so she called the hospital just to check on what to do, as he wasn’t feeding and he had this low temperature. This did turn out to be a slight cause for concern, so they wanted to see us up at the hospital ASAP. Cue me panicking (especially as it was NICU she was conferring with) – this is where the worry started all over again with a new baby! But off we went – with a nervous Mummy, a whining toddler, a possibly poorly baby, and a husband trying to keep it all together! 

Diary of a (short) 2nd pregnancy – weeks 4 to 10

I started writing this when I got my BFP, with the intent to publish it after 12 weeks when we had had our scan. Obviously we didn’t get that far, but I would like to publish it anyway. *Contains very sensitive content, and TMI at points so only read on if you wish. 


Thursday October 18 (5w 2d 3w 6d) 

Since we had J my cycles have gone pretty ‘normal’ and I started ovulating, so I kind of know where I’m at. By today though my AF was a couple of days late, going by average cycle lengths since J. We had got a bit carried away in the bedroom a couple of weeks before, it was the first time I was comfortable enough to manage to fully DTD since J, so yeah… Although by this time it had passed when I usually had EWCM and didn’t think there would be any more now (which there wasn’t), so didn’t think anything of it at the time, just that I had maybe somehow skipped OV this month. But of course, there was also a slight chance that I could be pregnant… So I decided to test. I think I was more nervous this time than with little man as I knew there was a chance, whereas with J I didn’t think there was. So there was me, sat in the toilet waiting for the control line to come up. A couple of minutes passed and no other line, but as you know it is recommended to wait 3 minutes. Slowly, the test line started appearing. My heart skipped a beat and I started shaking. Shock. Fear. Worry. Happy. So many mixed emotions. I shouted hubby and showed him. Then had to send a photo to my friend to confirm again! Yep, pregnant. I worked out my due date going by my LMP, to be around 18th June 2013. I’m going to be a Mummy of 2 under 18 months. Yikes. 

Thursday October 25 (6w 2d 4w 6d) 
I went to the doctors to get the ball rolling. I purposely made an appointment with the same GP who got my referral to the fertility clinic as I knew she would be over the moon, and I wanted to show J off and say thank you! She smiled as soon as I walked in the door, and said congratulations (x2!) and that J was gorgeous. I already knew that though of course! Then she took my details – date of last period etc., and worked out my due date to be the day before I did. But we will see when we get our scan! She took my BP, and J decided he was going to pull the velcro on the band on my arm, little monkey! She also gave my a flu jab whilst I was there as I would have to have one anyway, and J also decided to try and help with that, eek! He didn’t get near the needle though, thank goodness! I picked up the midwives phone number from reception to make an appointment for booking in, so I’ve rang and left my details and should think an appointment will be with me in the post soon. 

Friday October 26 (6w 3d 5w) 
I’ve come down with an awful sore throat, cold & cough, whether that has anything to do with my flu jab, I don’t know. But I can barely take anything, can I?! Hope it disappears soon as I have a little monkey to look after as well as contend with early pregnancy and this! But I’m super mummy (sometimes), I’m sure I’ll cope! 

Tuesday October 30 (7w 5w 4d) 

Finally after ringing and ringing and leaving a message, them ringing me but I was busy so they left a message, and me ringing and ringing back, I got hold of someone to make my booking appointment! It’s for 2 weeks today when I should be 9 weeks. Finally, something to count down to! 

Friday November 2 (7w 3d 6w) 
Had my first odd pregnancy dream today, which I’ll be filling you in on all of them again! In our bedroom we have a cabinet diagonally opposite our bed – well I dreamed that J was on our bed, had climbed down from the bed and was trying to climb up the cabinet. He got nearly to the top but fell backwards, but he managed to land on the bed! And then he climbed down from the bed, and crawled from the foot of the bed around the side, and climbed up on to the bed to see his Mummy, aww! He was his current age in the dream (7.5 months) and he’s not crawling yet, though I was expecting to wake up and for him to be doing it!  

Sunday November 11 (8w 5d 7w 2d)

Was the first worried moment of this pregnancy yesterday, I went to the loo and when I wiped there was pink tinged blood on the tissue. Cue panic and thoughts of the worst happening. After this I’m sure I felt cramps but they weren’t strong so I must have just imagined it. I’ve had nothing since so hopefully all is OK and it was just a bit of old blood. I had bleeding in my last pregnancy so will mention this to the midwife on Tuesday at my booking appointment. These babies like to test us before they even arrive, don’t they?! 

Tuesday November 13 (9w 7w 4d) 

So I had my booking appointment today. Went through the usual stuff – medical history, bloods, wee sample etc. Told them about my PND and anxiety which they wrote down in there. I had my height & weight done which worked my BMI out at 34, which is 4 more than when I went for booking in with J! Oh dear. Ashamed of myself. It also means I have to have another GTT (I hated the last one), but it’s all for the safety of me & baby so I obviously can’t complain. Got my lovely new green folder! And another Bounty pack. My next (15 week) appointment with the midwives is a few days after Christmas. I will be 15 weeks, 6 weeks today, but guess what – that’s Christmas Day, so they said “No, can’t do it that day”, which made me giggle! Now we’ve just got to wait for a scan date, and then we can tell everyone and you can finally all read this!

Friday November 16 (8w)

So after the weekend spotting, I have been bleeding on & off since Wednesday night. I rang the GP yesterday morning and he told me to go to A&E for a possible examination and a scan. It wasn’t very busy when we arrived (only one other person there) but we ended up waiting 2.5 hours to be seen. Not good with a grumpy tired baby! Anyway, the doctor said as I had only been spotting really and had no pain or clots, then he would get me booked in at the EPU for an early scan. So I went for that this afternoon. I was so nervous in case there was no heartbeat. I’d drank my 2 pints of water an hour before and I was absolutely desperate for the loo, I never remember it being that bad before! I felt like my bladder was going to explode! I had to go and let some out and as I did I heard my name being called, and thought oops! Anyway, I was seen by someone who took my history, what had been happening etc., and then I had to wait for my scan, by which time I was again bursting for the loo. Finally got called for the scan, it was a trainee who carried it out but there was someone else in attendance. As soon as I laid down on the bed I felt like I was going to wee myself any minute, so was dreading her using the doppler! So she started, she found magic little bean practically straight away, I was looking for a heartbeat. It was there! Such relief. Then she measured bean, I’m actually measuring at 8 weeks rather than the 9w 3d we thought originally. I had guessed I might be a week or so behind though as I was thinking about my dates the other day and I know exactly when we conceived and it didn’t work out right, as I OV late in my cycle as I don’t have a ‘normal’ 28 day cycle. Anyway, all was OK and it has been classed as another ‘threatened miscarriage’ like it was with J. Our 12 week scan is 4 weeks today when we get to see our little magic bean again. 

Sunday November 25 (9w 2d)

I meant to write last week as I had another couple of pregnancy dreams, but I just kept forgetting and now I can’t remember what the first one was. The second one I remember vaguely though, as I dreamed we had another boy! 

Sunday December 2 (10w 2d)

We had another A&E visit last night. I started bleeding bright red on Friday night, along with clots this time too. It started off just when I wiped, and then it started being on a pad too. The clots to start with were the size of a pen nib and then some got bigger, probably 1/2 cm long. I thought it may die off like before but they continued yesterday too, so thought we would go up there. We were waiting an hour and a bit before we saw the nurse, and she said she would try and get me in with the GP rather than the A&E side as it would be quicker. So we waited another half an hour or so and then we saw him. Basically told him what had been going on and the spotting since last time, and he booked me in at the EPU again tomorrow at 1.15 pm for a scan. So we will see what happens then. I still haven’t had any pain really, just a bit of what feels like ‘hunger’ belly ache which makes sense as I don’t really feel like eating at the minute. I’m still dreading it though in case of the worst, I’m not even going to look at the screen until they tell me whether there’s a heartbeat or not… If everything is OK then I’m guessing it’s cervical erosion and I’m going to ask about a cervical stitch, as surely I shouldn’t be getting clots if I’m not miscarrying?…

Monday December 3 (10w 3d)

I woke up at 2 am with a huge gush of blood so I immediately jumped out and rushed to the loo. Luckily I had a pad on what with bleeding over the weekend. The pad had pretty much soaked through, and then when I had been to the loo I saw a bigger clot in there. I was really panicking by now as I just knew what was probably happening. I tried to stay calm though and I went back to bed as I had to get hubby up for work at 4 am, but I didn’t really need my alarm as I woke up with another gush of blood. This time when I went to the loo I felt a huge clot and the tears really started as I knew for sure this time. I must have have been sat on the loo for the next two hours just sobbing my heart out, losing blood and clots. Around 6 am it had calmed down a bit and I went to lie down in bed but had to keep going backwards & forwards to the loo for the next half an hour or so. Eventually I managed to drop off in bed until J woke up about 8 am. MiL was coming anyway to look after him while we went to the hospital (hubby was able to leave work early). As soon as she arrived I just burst into tears and she gave me a huge hug. Skip to the hospital and the usual of a full bladder, seeing the nurse first (there was a student nurse in there too who took all my details), and then we were called for the scan. Only this time I knew it was going to show nothing so I did as I said and didn’t look at the screen, and just held hubby’s hand SO tightly. The sonographer said “Sorry, I’m not seeing anything”, to which I replied “I knew you were going to say that”, and then burst into tears. She showed us to the quiet room and I just sat there sobbing, and my poor hubby, he just held me and cried too. There it is, confirmation this pregnancy is over. Heartbroken. 


R.I.P. our special little angel bean xx


*(Weeks along edited after early scan)

My first 2 weeks as a Mummy

Well I see little man took over my blog for a day! What a good vocabulary he has already! Takes after his Mummy you see!


So, my first two weeks as a Mummy… It’s been amazing just having our little boy here. Apart from some random tears I’ve had, when I was in hospital, and then have had a few since I got home, just due to tiredness and soreness I think, and thinking I couldn’t cope. I’m still sore, some days it’s worse than others, and so is the bleeding. It had slowed right down but has gotten worse again the last few days. A sign to take it easy I know, but I’ve hardly been doing anything really… Walking is still as difficult as it was when I was pregnant, if not more! If I walk too fast I feel even more sore, and at points I have to walk like John Wayne which I’ll admit is rather funny! I only do that at home or other people’s houses though, not in public! The midwife checked my stitches last Thursday and said there were still some there but that they were healing well. In fact since then, when she checked me, is when it’s gotten worse again. Anyway, she weighed little man and checked me, and then decided we were both okay to be discharged, so we’re now under the ‘care’ of the health visitor and the GP. I also ran out of iron tablets last week so went to the doctors, who gave me another 6 weeks worth! She also had that look and surprise when she saw my hb level, which I found out was in fact 8. When I’ve finished these I have to go back for a full blood count. As for baby weight, in my first week I lost 9.6lbs, and then another 4lbs last week, so 13.6lbs so far since giving birth. Just another 15lbs to go until pre pregnancy weight… And then after that, to pick up where I left off, another 21-28lbs to get to my final goal weight. 


Since we’ve been home, we’ve had visitors, been visiting, and been out & about in general, making the most of hubby’s paternity leave as a family, before he went back to work today. My Mum took little man out for the morning to show off, with her MiL, they took him shopping but he decided he was going to have a screaming session around the shop! He soon quietened down when he was fed though. So I’ve only had him on my own for some of the afternoon as hubby finished work early. Tomorrow will be my first full day alone with him while hubby is at work, and we’re having more visitors later in the week. 


The health visitor came today as well. I was nervous as I’ve heard horror stories about HV’s, but she was quite nice! This time anyway… She just went through the routine stuff with us, filled in forms, and did little man’s hearing test. Both ears came back as normal. She is coming back to weigh him on the 16th when he will be 4 weeks old, can’t wait to see how much he weighs then! We also have his 8 week check and vaccinations on the 16th May at the doctors, I told hubby he is coming to that as I’ll be upset watching little man, just like I was when he had his heel prick test! I also have to go for my post natal check on 11th June. 


Well, I think that’s all I had in my mind to update you on, on my first 2 weeks! I’ve probably forgotten something though as I’m quite tired tonight, my brain isn’t functioning properly and I can hardly keep my eyes open!


Welcome to motherhood! 

40 weeks and a midwife appointment

I haven’t updated over the last week, been too busy trying to get this little man out! Well it obviously didn’t work, as I made it to my due date!

We had our 40 week appointment yesterday, which I thought was a little odd being on a Sunday, but there was a midwife there, just the one! Maybe they only see you on a Sunday if it’s your due date… Anyway, everything seemed fine, except for a protein trace in my sample. Which was the same when we went to the hospital when he wasn’t moving. She’s sent it off and I’ll get a phone call if I need antibiotics, although I’ve not heard anything from the last one… My blood pressure was fine as usual, and he’s in a good position. Bump is only measuring at 38 weeks though, which worried me a little, but I know it’s normal to measure 2 weeks either side so I don’t feel too bad about that now. He still has a good strong heartbeat. Now for the part which frustrated me a little… The little monkey is still only 3/5 engaged, meaning he’s moved only 2/5 in 2 weeks! He really doesn’t want to come out, does he?! 

I have to admit, I did get upset over this as I’m still feeling a little fed up, as I’ve been having cramps for the last couple of weeks, and a show for the last week or so too, making me think that something was going to happen. And my BH were quite regular and strong all day on Friday, but no, nothing. We got home and I just cried. Hubby was very lovely though and gave me cuddles, and told me he was feeling a little of the same too, which I was grateful for as he doesn’t usually tell me how he feels, unless I ask. He made me some lunch, and then we decided to go for a walk. We already went for one on the Saturday but didn’t go far as he had to get back to go to work. So yesterday we walked for over an hour, and I must admit the fresh air and the sunset did make me feel a bit better. We used to do this all the time, I really enjoyed myself and I realise that I missed it. 


We will definitely be going for regular walks when little man finally makes his appearance. 

As for future appointments, if baby doesn’t arrive this week, I have to go back next Sunday at 41 weeks for a stretch & sweep. I’m going to take another walk this afternoon, to meet hubby from work as he’s gone on his bike rather than taking the car, and then we’re going out this evening for our friends little boy’s birthday. Aren’t they supposed to start making their appearance when you have plans?!

38 weeks and a midwife appointment

Well, I obviously got to 38 weeks as I’m here with my weekly update!

I’ve had more head butting incidents from him since my last update, though not as strong, just little ones the last few times. I can definitely feel him making himself comfy down there ready for his grand appearance, I can tell you that… Which brings me onto our routine midwife appointment (there was also a student midwife there this time so we got second opinions on everything). Normal tests were done, urine sample – fine, blood pressure – fine, little mans heartbeat – fine. He’s also still head down, which is a good thing! After the pains I’ve been getting, I was hoping they were going to tell me he’s started engaging (otherwise I would have screamed!) – which he has! They both actually said out loud he was 4/5th engaged, but in my notes is written 4/5th p., which they obviously mean palpable! So he’s only really 1/5th engaged. It’s confusing enough as it is that they don’t use the same across the board, I’m glad I’ve read up on it beforehand! But, at least he’s started engaging! Just got to get him the rest of the way now. 

Tonight we’re going to a friends for dinner & cake – dinner is a curry! And then tomorrow I’m going to get on my ball to get him moving, bounce, bounce, bounce! And may even add a walk into the equation too… May also buy some pineapple! The hospital bags are all packed now and waiting in the living room, so we’re all ready. I must say, everybody is right, these last weeks do go really rather slow… I think we just want him here now, can’t wait to meet our beautiful little precious boy. 

Leaving you with my bump pic from exactly 38 weeks (I think he’s dropped, certainly feels like it!)