Random + Family + Me + Weight Loss = A Mess of A Post

So lets start with the random…

The hubby and I have been talking lately.

I have decided now, after thinking back over my pregnancy and labour (which I’m now convinced really wasn’t that bad at all) that I wouldn’t have minded having another go around if it was possible. If you’ve read my earlier posts you’ll know that we have struggled to conceive along the way but we have managed it and have been incredibly lucky to welcome two beautiful kids into our lives and family. This is two more than we thought we’d have at one point so for me to want more makes me feel incredibly greedy but I love my kids and would love nothing more than to have even more.

My hubby, on the other hand, doesn’t agree. He’s not really a fan of this “baby stage” where they have to depend on you for every single thing in their lives. He enjoys it when the personality starts to shine through and when they can hold a conversation and I guess, be a real person rather than a lump of flesh that cries, coos, drinks and poops.

I also know that he HATES the broken sleep and this is where we actually agree, even though Finn has been quite a good night sleeper and we could have definitely had it much worse!

So what do you do when you don’t agree on having more kids? Well we chatted through it and ended up thinking that we would really like to adopt later on in life when our kids are old enough to understand what adoption is and why we would like to do it and in the meantime … doggies! Not for a while as its hectic enough around here as it is, but later on down the line we would like to bring some four-legged companions into the mix.

Then the problem will be what dogs to get! I’m a fan of breeds like Great Danes, St. Bernards and Dogues de Bordeaux whereas Baz likes English Bull Terriers and Weimaraners. The problem with any of these breeds though, is that Baz has allergies and none of them are hypoallergenic dogs so he either opts for a breed that will be kinder to him, or gets any dog he falls in love with and suffers the consequence! But again, this is all for a later time.

On to the family…

Well Soph has come home from school today missing another tooth … And she then lost it … In the dinner hall! The tooth next to this one is wobbling too and I’m hoping so hard that she loses it before school photos come around on the 10th of next month. I reallllly want a picture of her with a huge happy-gappy grin so fingers crossed it will fall out soon!

Then on to me…

I have started going to college now one night a week to resit my GCSE Maths. I was so nervous about this as I’ve not studied in 18 years, I have zero self-confidence and I don’t do well with new people. That being said, right now I’m enjoying it!

The studying is coming as a bit of a break for me – I now get two and a half hours of “me time” a week and I have to admit, I love it. I mean I constantly worry about the hubby and kids when I’m out, but just doing something for me has proven to be quite freeing. It’s also given my confidence a boost, as right now, I understand what’s happening in class and I can do it, which is nice.

It also has me thinking “what’s next?” And questioning where I want to end up in the future. I’ve always thought that I’m not capable of much, but right now I think that I may want to go on to study a couple of A-levels and maybe even a degree so that I can possibly go into teaching later.

It also gives me a 2.7ish mile walk home which is helping with the weight loss which is the perfect segue too…

The weight loss…

So I weighed in this morning to find that I’d lost 2.2lbs! This shocked me as I felt like I’d eaten terribly throughout the week and I’ve actually felt sluggish and heavier in myself so to lose 2.2 is an excellent result for me this week. With that weight gone I’m so close to the half stone mark and I’m very excited to get there! Fingers crossed that will be done with next week and I can be firmly on the way to the stone mark!

So yeah, it’s a bit of a mash of stuff but that’s me all caught up for now. I will get better at posting regularly … I will! … Well I might … We’ll see ๐Ÿ˜•

Take care,

Deb xox

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Hi-ho hi-ho…

It’s back to school she goes!

This six weeks holiday has been a bit of a dud for Soph. We managed that first week away but after that, we pretty much functioned around Finn.

As he’s been so bad with his gut – like screaming the fucking house down, our nerves are frazzled and tears have been cried kind of bad – we’ve felt quite restricted as to what we can do and how far we can go as we didn’t want him to suffer whilst we were out and about. That being said, we think we have him sorted now as he’s not seeming to struggle so much after a feed.

Milk and prune juice for breakfast ๐Ÿคข

So after all the hanging around home and doting on her screeching little brother, I think that she was ready to get a break and a bit of time for herself back at school.

Soph has always loved school, she really enjoys learning new things and she has missed some of her friends and classmates so she was definitely keen to get back for the new year.

This year she started “real” school as she’s now in year one and for some reason that makes her seem so much more grown up! She came home with a brand spanking new reading diary, plenty of stories of what had happened that day and a massive smile on her face.

So excited for school!

Right now when you ask her what she wants to be when she grows up she will tell you that she wants to be a “stage girl”. Shes been obsessed since watching Annie and she’s always singing and dancing around the house.

As if someone was listening to her, we received a leaflet through the door about a theatre school called Razzamataz. They do all sorts of singing, dancing and theatre classes and they are having an open evening next week which I’ve booked her into.

I really hope that she enjoys it and if she does, I’ll get her booked into the class as I think it will be great for her. Learning new skills, gaining confidence, performance experience and making new friends is only going to help her as she grows and if she decides that she does want to pursue a career in the theatre when she’s older, I’ll do whatever I can to help her reach her goals and make her dreams come true.

I wonder what Finn will say he wants to be when he’s five?!?!

Sister and brother loves ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅฐ

Week 3 Weigh In

Last week I was annoyed with a slight gain on the scales but I’m feeling fine about it now as I actually started my period that same day and I feel that had a fair bit to do with it.

Now, as anyone who knows me would tell you, me on a period is not a good thing when it comes to weight loss. I crave all the bad things and I often find myself in a mardy enough place to eat them … which is what I did this time around. I didn’t buy in my usual array of snacky crap so there wasn’t too much opportunity to snack in the house, but there has been take-away pizza, a Saturday night Nando’s with the hubby and a large family meal out with my hubby’s mum which also consisted of a giant slab of cake-away. The meal was a chicken curry with naan, poppadom, rice and chips and the cake was chocolate marble with chocolate buttercream icing and Skittles on top. One positive has come from that meal out though – I won’t be tempted by that cake again as Skittles on a chocolate cake is just a bit too bizarre for my liking!

After the week I’ve had I wasn’t expecting a loss at all so imagine my surprise when I found myself 1.4 lbs lighter this morning! I’ll take it!!!

Here’s hoping for another loss this week…

 

 

I Shouldn’t Care … But I Do!

This is a bit of a pointless venting session for me to try to get my thoughts in order, and one that needs a bit of a back story to go with it, so I’ll rewind to when I was 13 as that is the first moment I remember everything in my life changing.

I had just turned onto our street on my walk home from school and I could hear shouting … I just knew that it was my younger brother. I ran to our house to open the door and found him being pinned to the living room wall by his neck by our dad. It turned out that my brother walked in on my dad chatting to other women online and that was the way my dad decided to deal with it.

Over the next couple of years there were lots of fights, shouting, threats and abuse, my brother and I learned to defend ourselves by giving back as good as we got and we hid it all from our mum until it all came crashing down when I was 15. My dad had one of the women that he had been chatting with coming over to the UK from Australia and whilst she was here, my mum found printed pictures of them together in her hotel room (why were they printed? Probably because he liked to show off his conquest to his friends!) and as you can imagine it all kicked off.

Fast forward a bit and he ran off to Australia to be with the new woman (they are no longer together and from what I understand he was violent towards her too) leaving us behind and my mum in a world of his debt – for all the negatives that came from it, we were happier as a three and my mum worked her arse off to be able to provide for us as he never helped in any way. I admire the hell out of my mum, she’s strong, determined and independent … she’s frackin’ awesome and I love her more than I can express.

It’s now nearly 20 years since he left and in that time my brother and I have both moved out, got married and started our own families with very little to no contact from him in that time, yet on the 26th of June, I received a message from my Auntie who had received a message from him. The message received read as follows…

“Hope you are well. Just heard that Deborah has had a baby boy, wasn’t told but I’m the bastard dad. I’m pretty upset at the moment, but I guess deserve that. I’m so glad your family is great, you deserve it girl I wish you all the happiness in the world, I do have a heart of gold, yes I’ve made mistake in life, but I’m hopefully of building bridges, I really miss you and Brian, you always come in my thoughts. I’ve been ill over the weekend and nearly fainted in the doctors, but thats life hey. I’ve tried to contacts us Deb and Simon. I’m really upset. but thats life hey.. I’m so happy for your family it amazes me good luck and you deserve the best xx” and then “can you send me pictues of the new baby”

At first I just shrugged it off but after stewing on it and reading over it again, I’ve started to feel increasingly pissed about it and here is why…

  • He’d just heard that I’d had a baby boy – yes I’ve had a baby boy but where was this message five and a half years ago when I’d had my baby girl? He was informed that I’d had her by his family members and he even ended up with a picture or two of her that he’d pilfered from someones Facebook account. Now I personally think that my daughter is awesome – she’s beautiful, sassy, smart and really caring so where was her message? What makes my son more important than my daughter? Is it because he’s a boy? No matter what,ย its pure bullshit as they are both his blood and I’m super pissed on her behalf.
  • He wasn’t told – well why would I tell him that I’m having a kid when I’ve not spoken to him in nearly two decades? Why would I have told his family members when they have all treated us as non-existent since he left?
  • He’s the bastard dad – It might sound harsh but, yeah! He was the one who beat his kids, called us names, spat on me, cheated on my mum, left her in a financial shit hole, threatened to force her to sell our house, made sure in the divorce that he would never have my mum see a penny from him including missed child support. It doesn’t stack up to him being dad of the year does it?
  • He has a heart of gold – see above!
  • He has made mistakes in life – damn right, yet my mum taught me that when you make a mistake, you apologise and try to better yourself. He has never once apologised to me, my brother or my mum for how he acted and treated us and I won’t be holding my breath that that will ever change.
  • He has been ill and nearly fainted – I don’t wish ill on the man but I do remember back to previous discussions with us when he first left where he always managed to tell us how he had been ill in some way. He was always a hypochondriac and none of his illnesses were ever proven. It just started to feel like he used the same line to try and garner sympathy. Sadly, my view on this has become tainted and now I struggle to believe or feel sympathy for him.
  • He has tried to contact me and my brother – Absolute crap! I recently received a friend request on Facebook but I don’t class that as trying to make contact. Trying includes effort, a click of a mouse is not effort. He could have sent a message through Facebook, he could have sent a letter to my mums house, he could have probably got a message to me at my address as his family are aware of where I live but no – he clicked a button and called it done.

So why am I letting this get to me now?

I struggled for a long time with abandonment and trust issues and I still find that I’m a little wary around some people now, my experience seems to have changed how I see people as I instantly threat assess them. I also put my hubby through quite a bit of shit at the start of our relationship because of my hang-ups, but over time that dissipated thanks to how my hubby treated me. Thinking on it now, I don’t feel upset like I used to so I don’t feel like this is a resurfacing abandonment issue – I truly feel like I’ve put that behind me, but when I think about it with regards to my kids I start to see red!

I hate that my kids don’t know their grandad as in an ideal world all would be well and they would, but at the same time, he has never chosen to make himself known to them. He has had five years to send a simple birthday or Christmas card for Soph, he’s had five years to send a Facebook message asking about her, yet that was never done. Even if he was around … I don’t and wouldn’t trust him. He was willing and able to hit his children with a fist and because of this I’d never trust him around my kids because he could do the same to them and I’d never forgive myself if that ever happened.

I hate that he has asked for my Auntie to send him pictures of the “new baby” Firstly, he’s putting her in an awkward situation but also, why does he want pictures of him? Why hasn’t he asked for pictures of them both? What does he want to do with them? Will he just flaunt them around making himself out to be Grandad of the year?

I find it all to be bizarre, the timing of it has offended me, the picking and choosing between my kids has angered me, the going through a third-party makes me feel that he’s being sly. Overall, I don’t like it and I think that this makes me feel even more secure in having him out of our lives.

So yeah, a bit of a vent but at the end of it all, I think that I have everything straight in my mind!

Week Two Gain :(

I’m annoyed to find that I put on .6 of a pound – I know it’s not much but it’s still going the wrong way on the scales and the annoying thing is that I can’t figure out why I gained. I haven’t been eating any worse than normal on the non-fasting days and I’ve been super careful with my calorie allowance on the two fasting days. All I can say is that I’ve felt heavier and more sluggish so maybe I’m gearing up for my first post-pregnancy-period or maybe it’s just that second week blip.

Either way, I’m not happy about it so I will be reassessing what I’m eating, possibly having three days of fasting (as apparently 4:3 is the new 5:2) and hoping to findย  bit of time to add some DDP Yoga back into the mix.

Hoping for better next week!

Summer Holiday Fun

Don’t you just hate when you go away and don’t take nearly as many pictures as you planned or hoped to? Normally, I’m crazy snap happy but this time, having an eight week old needing lots of attention and living my life in somewhat restricted four-hour cycles, I didn’t really manage it. I’m a little gutted that I don’t have more memories to look back on but we had a fantastic time together!

So right now, we always go on holiday to Butlins in Skegness. It’s not too far away from home so the kids can handle the journey, it’s by the beach and there are an insane amount of things to do there so Soph is always entertained and has a blast. As Butlins has turned into a sort of family tradition for us, so has me taking a picture on the beach of Soph and her daddy walking down towards the sea. I try to remember to take this picture every time we hit a beach as I find it a cute way to document how she grows. This year Finn is in the mix, not that you can see him, as he’s strapped to his daddies chest in a Baby Bjorn (which he now thinks is the best thing ever by the way!) so now I get to continue on and snap both of my kiddies grow up in this way, which I adore!

We had a fab time this year, we went swimming and took Finn in for his first ever dip too which he seemed to love, watched their Cinderella Rocks panto (which was really well done!), spent a ton of cash in the arcades winning very few prizes on the 2p machines, drank a ton of slushies, had a boogie, hit the beach and ate some lovely food. The time just seemed to melt away though and the week was over before we knew it but we have already booked to head back next year which I’m already counting down for!

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After a few days of chilling at home, Soph, Finn and I took a trip to Matlock Bath with my mum. We love it at Matlock, there are arcades (we emptied the 2p machines of keyrings!), loads of yummy treats in the various sweet shops, a couple of parks to play on, yummy food to munch, loads of motorbikes to look at as it’s a biker haven and some lovely little places to walk around – it’s not for everyoneย but I’ve been coming here since I was a kid and think I’ll always have a soft spot for it.

We are hoping to get to a couple more places over the school holidays but we will see if we manage it, even if we don’t we’ve had a fab time so far – I’m just really looking forward to Finn being a bit older so that he can join in and so that Soph isn’t so limited to what she can do!

Do you have a favourite place to holiday each year?

Happy summer holidays,

Deb xox

Week 1 Weigh In

Diets have always felt like hard work to me, I’ve always had to be so careful with calories, counting every single thing that I eat and craving everything that the diet doesn’t allow. This time I’ve eaten pretty much anything that I’ve wanted for five days out of the week – and some of those days contained “bad” food as we’ve had day trips out and family visits due to it being the school summer holidays – and I fasted for the other two.

The first fasting day wasn’t super great for me, I found it quite hard to feel so hungry and I did go a little over the 500 calories that were allowed as I ended up feeling sick towards the end of the day. That being said, the fact that I didn’t just stuff my face with everything that I could find (which is something that I normally do if I let myself feel that hungry) was quite a big win for me and I was pleased with how the day turned out.

The second fasting day wasn’t nearly as bad as the first which surprised me as I expected it to be just as bad, if not worse. I managed to stay on target and whilst I did feel hungry, I didn’t have that same sicky feeling which made things easier.

As it was only two days that I was restricting my calorie intake, and as I’ve not actually felt like I’ve been dieting, I wasn’t expecting a loss – especially as I’ve not introduced exercise to the mix yet – so I was pleasantly surprised to find that I’d lost 2lbs this morning! I really don’t feel like I’ve done much of anything to earn those 2lbs so I’m really happy with how this weight loss journey has started and I’m looking forward to seeing what the results can be when I do manage my calories better on the non-fasting days and when I begin exercising too.

So 2 down, 100 to go!

Take care,

Deb xox

Back on the Weight Loss Wagon

So this past weekend, my hubby and I decided that we were going to start trying to lose weight again now that I am feeling (pretty much) back to normal after my pregnancy. We have discussed some of the different options that are out there for weight loss and he pointed out that the most success that he has had previously was on the 5:2 diet. This is a method that has never really appealed to me as I hate feeling hungry – if I feel like I’m hungry whilst dieting, I tend to sulk and then order the biggest pizza deal that Dominos has to offer or I just eat whatever crap I can get my hands on. That being said, Baz did have success last time, so I figured that it’s time to give it a good crack to see if it can be the method for me.

We decided to fast on Tuesdays and Thursdays so today I have limited myself to around 500 calories. I had a pack of Special K biscuits for brunch that came in at 96 calories and then a veggie stir fry for dinner – I’m thinking that this is pretty much going to be the standard fasting day plan for now but I need to do some research into other low-calorie options so that I don’t get bored and dread eating the same thing every fasting day.

Now comes the dreaded bit … the weight.

I weighed in at 241lbs which isn’t ideal but is pretty much what I had expected. I then used the NHS BMI calculator to see where I should be for my age and height. The NHS has stated that for a healthy weight, that I need to aim for a weight between 118lbs and 160lbs. I decided I’d go right for the middle of the two, so I’m aiming for a final weight of 139lbs, which gives me a total weight loss goal of 102lbs! That’s a daunting number to look at but I’m going to give it my best in order to get there.

Here goes…

Wish me luck ๐Ÿ™‚

Belated He’s Here Post!!!

So my life has been insanely different these past weeks and whilst at times it has felt a little overwhelming, I’m loving every second! This will probably be a long post as it’s been just over nine weeks since I last posted and we’ve had quite a lot going on. So lets start at the start…

Birth Story!

On the 10th of June I was 3 days overdue and starting to feel more regular, but mild, contractions. I thought nothing much of it until I had just cooked us all our evening meal and my waters broke just as I’d sat down to eat. In my pregnancy with Soph, I didn’t know my waters had broken as they went as I was projectile vomiting in hospital after trying the gas and air (I’m a classy bird!) but this time I felt the most strange bulging sensation and I swear I even heard the pop of them going. I shouted to my hubby that I thought they’d gone and waddled my way to the loo, jeans soaked, not knowing if I should laugh or cry, to check what was going on. Soph had previously done a doo in me so I checked my waters and I found that her brother had took a crap too, so I rang the delivery unit at hospital who wanted me to come in so that they could check me over.

We dropped Soph over to my mums who was able to look after her for us (the woman is a legend!) and made our way up to hospital where I was checked over at around 7pm and admitted to the delivery suite at 7:15pm as there was definitely meconium in my waters. This was it, this baby was coming at some point soon!

When I was put into a room I was given a check to see how dilated I was and at that point I was only 2cm. I was told that they wanted to start my labour off but wanted to check with a doctor on how to proceed so I was hooked up to the monitor to check baby over and left alone for a little while.

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It was at this point that the contractions started to come more regularly and with a bit more force but I found watching them on the readout took my mind off of things a bit. Annoyingly, I was soon taken off of the monitor and told that I would be re-examined at midnight and depending on my progress, put on to an IV drip to speed up my labour.

The pain began to increase quite rapidly a little while later and when the midwife came back to see me at around 10pm I asked what my options were for pain relief. I was told that I’d probably be in labour for quite some time to come and to go without pain relief (diamorphine) for as long as possible as they can only give it me every so often. I spoke with Baz at this point who had pointed out that I’d already managed to make it half way to my next check at midnight, and together we decided that I’d just keep going as long as I could. I could see that he was worried about me though, as with every contraction he was now reminding me to breathe and I was shaking my legs so hard the entire bed was rattling.

I managed another hour but then I had what I thought was the need to push but thought that couldn’t be right as I was expected (and expecting) to be going a lot longer at this point. The feeling didn’t subside so I relented and used the call button. When a different midwife came in (mine was on dinner break) I explained that I felt ready to push and she gave me a quick look over and decided that I was only 8cm so not quite there yet. Within the space of a single contraction she watched me dilate further and at that point it was go time.

When it came time to push I was like a woman possessed, I wasn’t given anything to hold on to so I used the back of the bed and ended up yanking the thing so hard that my arms were screaming for the next few days! I was also really concerned for Baz as I could just hear him breathing really heavily over my left side whilst he was helping brace my leg. I don’t know what the difference was for him this time compared to our last pregnancy, but he really seemed to take this one quite a bit harder and was much more worried about me. Anyways, at 11:13pm our son’s head had crowned and Finnick William was welcomed into the worldย at 11:14pm with no pain medication and no medical intervention. I ended up with a small tear to my labia which needed stitching and a “moderate” amount of blood loss and Hulk arms but other than that, all was well.

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My first picture with Finn
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A very drained daddy!

They gave Finn a check over and he was perfect, weighing in at 7lbs 4oz like his sister! They popped a red hat on him as he was classed as high risk due to my thyroid and then came time to try to feed him. I really wanted to try and breastfeed again as I didn’t manage it with Soph but frustratingly, it was not meant to be. I couldn’t get him to latch after a good while of trying and neither could the lactation consultant. Due to both of our upset, I began to express into a cup and used a syringe to feed him … just like his sister, with the promise to keep trying to get him on the breast. Sadly, this didn’t happen – it turns out that Finnick has a tongue tie which causes his tongue to not be able to roll correctly in order to feed from the nipple so I decided to express and fed him from a bottle.

We were expecting to be held in hospital for a good couple of days due to monitoring like last time but they turfed me out the next afternoon, just after Soph had arrived for a visit with me and her new little brother. She said that she loved him straight away but she wouldn’t hold him as he was too small and she was scared.

I was later seen back at home by a community midwife who decided to send us to see a lactation specialist as she believed that Finn would need to have his tie cut due to potential speech problems later on. We met with the specialist who explained that he could have his tongue tie cut so that he could feed from the nipple but that there was no proof that the tie would cause him trouble with his speech. I myself have a tongue tie and I’ve never had any problems with speech and as I was expressing well, and he was content with feeding from the bottle, we decided against it especially as the specialist pointed out that getting him back to the nipple could be incredibly hard work and my confidence was already shot from not being able to get him or his sister to latch naturally.

Fast forwards to now and he is totally off of my breast milk which I am somewhat gutted about. The reason for this is that he has been suffering with some awful colic and we have hated seeing him writhing around in so much pain. We were using Infacol which wasn’t seeming to be helping so the community midwife told us to try Dentinox instead. She also explained that he may have a “lactose immaturity” and to try Colief which helps to reduce the amount of lactose in milk. We started using both of these products and after a week or so, things had improved but he was still suffering really badly and all I could think was that it was because of my milk. We then decided to pop him onto comfort formula milk and the change in him was crazy! He still suffers with colic but it is nowhere near what it was like, however, we have found that being on formula milk seemed to back him up, so after reading around tons of forums I decided to add 1/2 an ounce of prune juice to one bottle a day and so far it has helped him pass his poops much easier and he isn’t getting distressed having them build up for a few days at a time.

So yeah, we are currently enjoying lazy days due to it being the summer holidays and trying to get to grips with having two little people who need and want our attention at all times. It has been a challenge at times getting schedules in place for the school run and getting things done around the house but we are slowly but surely getting there. It might be a little chaotic at times, but I wouldn’t change it for the world!

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Labour Inducing Theories?

I’m hot and muggy, sore from SPD, tired from awful sleep at night but still so insanely happy to be pregnant. That being said, yesterday was my EDD and I have been informed by pretty much anyone that I’ve spoken to, that this baby should have been here by now as “second children always come early.” Sadly (only sadly as I’m desperate to meet this little man!) he has decided that he is far too comfy where he is right now and doesn’t seem to be wanting to make an appearance just yet … in fairness, he’s just like the rest of the people in his family – likes to stay tucked up and cozy in bed!

So as I hit the 40 week mark yesterday I had to go to a midwife appointment where she offered me a stretch and sweep. So many women have talked to me about how they’d never want a sweep because of the pain but I really don’t get that as it doesn’t hurt – is it the most comfortable thing in the world? Of course not as you are having a woman ram her fingers up you to try and fiddle with your cervix, but is it painful? No … it’s no worse than having a smear in my opinion and I don’t get why women hate on those either as again, it’s not painful and it’s all done and dusted in 5 minutes. With that in mind, LADIES, IF YOU ARE DUE A SMEAR GO AND GET IT DONE!!! There is no shame in having a smear and it could save your life!

Anyways, when I was having the sweep, I was told that my cervix was locked up tight. The midwife seems to think that he isn’t planning on leaving his temporary home any time soon but has said that this can change at the drop of a hat, so you never know.ย  She did also tell me that he is in the best possible position for delivery and is very well engaged so things are moving along and looking good.

After I’d been fiddled with, we got to talking about how some people like to try certain things to try to help their baby along and she gave me a mixture of aromatherapy oils to pop in my bath or rub on my bump. I hate baths with a passion and am much more a fan of a lovely shower so rubbing on the bump it is! It’s a strange smell when combined but it’s not going to hurt to give it a go.

I was also told to eat lots of fresh pineapple (I had one for lunch yesterday as I love the stuff but felt sick as a dog after … turns out there really is too much of a good thing!) and I’ve also been told by others to eat hot curry, have lots of sex and do plenty of walking, which annoyingly, is not the easiest thing to do when suffering with SPD!

I’ve read that people eat dates and sunflower seeds, drink raspberry leaf tea, walk upstairs sideways and do plenty of squats so my question to you lovely people is do you have a method of starting labour off that you’d swear by or do you think a baby comes when it’s good and ready?

Normally I’m in the “he will come when he comes” camp but at the midwife appointment I was told that I have another appointment on Wednesday to check progress and have another sweep if I want it, and then that if nothing helps and he’s still not here that I will be induced on the 19th. I’m fine going back for the sweep next week but I reallllllly don’t fancy being induced so if I could somehow manage to get him out before that date I’d be a happy camper!

So any tips or tricks would be appreciated ๐Ÿ™‚

That’s pretty much it for now but hopefully the next post will be to say that things are moving along.

Have a good one,

Deb xox