Post-Weekend Catch Up

This weekend we finally made it to my in-laws house. There was no snow to contend with and everything was going as planned however, in the run up to Sunday, Soph got a bit sick. Now when I say a bit sick I mean she projectile vomited all over the kitchen floor after saying her tummy hurt. I then proceeded to rush her to the bathroom when she decided that she was done and put the lid down only to then chuck up all over it, the floor and the wall. This kid has shit aim … unless she was aiming for everything in sight – if she was then she totally nailed it!

Soph still isn’t back to her normal bubbly self so we are keeping an eye on her and booking her on to see a doctor if she doesn’t improve but right now, with the symptoms she’s displaying, we think she has some constipation going on. I feel awful for her, I hate when she’s not her normal happy, chatty self and she’s had one thing after another what with colds, chicken pox and now this. She feels so sorry for herself and I totally get it!

In lighter news, we have had to do a little craft project for Easter at school. The task was to hard boil an egg and decorate it to whatever theme you like. Soph decided to go for a Frozen theme and this is what she ended up with…

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As she is only 5 she hasn’t quite got the hang of plaits yet so I did the hair and I cut the plastic bottles to make the body shape but she did pretty much everything else herself so she was quite chuffed with the result.

I do love the craft projects at school but at the same time they, or really some of the other parents, drive me insane when they come about. Sorry, there’s a mum moan coming! I hate when parents say they can’t be bothered to do the craft task with their kids as they aren’t crafty themselves, I hate that when we go in to present these things with the kids that there are always a couple (and usually the same couple) of kids who have no crafty make to show to the class, I hate looking at their upset little faces when they realise that they can’t join in with their friends and show off their own project, I hate that parents can’t take half a fucking hour to make something, even if it is the shittiest something you ever did see, with their kid so that they can at least contribute SOMETHING to the day. I hate parents that don’t try in the slightest …. grrrrrr!

Sorry rant over!

Other than the crafting and visiting family, Soph and I have been writing more letters to our new pen pals and sending more postcards to random people around the globe. I’m waiting until we start to receive things back now before posting on that subject again but I will just say that the little sticky flowers that I bought Soph for keeping track of where our postcards were sent from arrived today and that has just made her all the more excited to get started. Hopefully we will be getting something through soon enough 🙂

Right, well time is a tickin’ and The Walking Dead awaits. Do you watch it? What do you think to this season?

Take care,

Deb xox

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OBEM is Back!

So One Born Every Minute is back and having just watched it, part of me is feeling all gooey and lovely and the other part is screaming “HOLY SHIT THAT WILL BE ME AGAIN IN JUNE! WHY ARE YOU WATCHING THIS DEB? WHY? WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?”

It is a great show though, I love watching how other women handle birth and I can’t help but compare myself and the birth of my daughter to what is shown. It also gets me wondering how I will handle this labour and delivery too.

With Sophie-Anne I had this awesome birth plan in mind where it would be drug free and all natural – basically I was planning for the best and not really willing to think much outside of that. What I actually got was me getting insanely annoyed with the birthing ball (I wanted to pop that damn thing!) and finding myself in enough pain that they wanted me to try gas and air. I think I practically bit their hands off when they offered it but then when I was trying to use it I was told that I wasn’t taking big enough breaths of it in. I quickly went on to remedy that but felt no difference in the pain department – what I did feel was complete and utter mortification when I went on to projectile vomit across the room towards my midwife … they then took the gas and air away from me and I can’t say as I blame them!

I’d then been in labour long enough that the midwife suggested that I have a shot of diamorphine to help me get some rest. This was totally opposite to what I wanted to do but in the end I was so tired and figured that they knew best … in this case, I feel like they totally did! I managed to get a couple of pain-free hours of rest before moving on to the big event and it was bliss.

Then came the pushing, now on OBEM tonight it showed women giving birth in all sorts of positions, on their knees hugging the top of the bed, on their side and lay on their back. In my pregnancy, Soph’s heart rate started to dip as she had managed to get herself twisted and stuck so the midwife called for a team to assist. In walked about eight medical professionals and one HUGE doctor and what do huge doctors have? … HUGE BLOODY SHOVEL LIKE HANDS! He explained what was going to happen and then the next thing I knew, I was whimpering in pain (my hubby still remembers this sound to this day and doesn’t think he will ever forget it as I am not a whimpering kind of person) as he got his massively oversized hand stuck up there to help her twist. After his help I was able to push her out on my own and very quickly too.

I’m hoping I won’t need help this time around but I know for a fact that when it comes time to push I’ll just ask for the bed handles, get comfy on my back and push like a demon – those handles were EVERYTHING to me last time and they probably saved my hubby from having broken hands. If I can’t have them for whatever reason, I honestly don’t know how I’ll cope.

So again the show got me to thinking, how many women need some form of intervention in their deliveries? How many deliveries are messy like mine was? (there was also a pooping incident thrown in for good measure some time after the vomiting!) Do people throw up often and is it just that they choose not to show the more gross births on the tv? I’ve never really spoken to many people about their birth stories so I have no idea what “normal” is … is normal even a real thing in these situations as I know every pregnancy is different, so why wouldn’t every birth be too?

Hmmmmm.

Well one thing I do know is that even though it’s going to be painful, and possibly very messy again, I can’t actually wait for the birth of our son. Roll on June!

Take care,

Deb xox