Still alive

Long time no write. Yes I’m still alive and kicking, and the main reason I’ve not made an entry of late is not due to lack of time or things to write about, but rather the lack of desire to do so, but I’m getting back to wanting to do this so please bear with me patiently.

Elisha is doing great. He is the joy of our lives. It is so amazing to watch him changing from day to day. He has started smiling at Brett and I and it is a truly melt your heart experience.

In other news Brett and I celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary, well I guess you couldn’t really say we celebrated as much as you could say the day came and went!! And my brother Glenn had his 24th birthday. And lots lots more but that is all for now. I wont promise, but I’ll try to be back soon.

Elisha’s skill set #2

Elisha’s latest skill is quite a step up. So much so I have hesitated to document it, awaiting sufficient
evidence, and being also fearful of the operation of certain secret agencies (I’ve seen Mercury Rising). But, I must atlast certify that he has some sort of extra sensory perception.

We have noticed a progression to this uncanny behaviour.

A typical early scenario ran thus:
Child would be cycling through crying repertoire (A canon in tear minor).
NNF (or IWNM – Innately Wise New Mother), having found all of the previously erected mental barriers to this auditory assault breached by the onslaught, his/her will sapped, began to stir to Child’s aid.
As it was that these episodes most often occurred at night, it happened that the soft tread of be-ugbooted feet moving from the bed, or in the case of NNF, the confused blitherings and surprised grunts of pain and blind rendezvous with door frames (and in some cases, walls), would be sufficient to still the Child’s wail.
Now, I expect this from the cat. Cats are nocturnal creatures, if indeed any creature that sleeps 95% of the day could be said to be any sort of ‘urnal,’ and have incredible hearing. I don’t expect it from my human son. (Although, come to think of it, some early ultrasounds were not completely dismissive of a ‘dinosaur’ interpretation. Did dinosaurs have ESP? I digress…).

This trend has continued.
Swinging one’s legs out of bed stopped the wail.
Statements such as ‘Would you see to that Child of ours’ or ‘Arllgenuf..ut’ (translated “I’ll get it”) then became enough to staunch the flow.
And finally, the mere *thought* of attending the anguished tike’s side and he ceases bawling. He’s seeing into our very minds!

So there it is. There is only one rational explanation: Our Child is an alien.

That said, this obviously effects our intentions regarding his education. Subjects such as Geography, Science, Reading and the like will need to give way to Lottery Studies, Card Counting, and whether Mr Pookly Shanks sounds like a winner for the interdominion at Ascot on a Tuesday, etc.

Elisha’s skill set #1

This is, no doubt, the first of a series of ‘learning episodes’ for Elisha. It remains to be seen whether it will be more of the “Spy Vs. Spy” sort, or the “Roadrunner and Coyote” sort (needless to say, I would be holding the ACME rocket in the latter). #1 The Whizz fake Naive New Father (NNF) opens (depressurizes) nappy and waits the all important few seconds for the onset of wet weather. Evil Genius (Child) plays along, with a controlled fusilade at 11 o’clock. NNF smiles at his own cunning, lowers the toilet paper shield and begins the now familiar routine of Child’s bottom region maintenance. Detecting that NNF has fallen for the feint, Child now unleashes the full power of a very armed and operational battl– bladder, this time at 1 o’clock. NNF, unarmed and unsuspecting, reaches for the only protection to hand: his hand. Child succeeds in soaking NNF, growsuit, singlet, new nappy, changing mat, beneath changing mat, and possibly influences floods in England. NNF begins mop up. Child encores with a geyser of partially digested breast milk and falls into a contented doze, his work done. NNF 0: Child 1

Healthy Baby

We’ve just had the child health nurse come and visit, and I am glad to report that our son is doing great. He’s over his birth weight – now weighing in at 3900g, his head has grown another centimetre in circumference, and all his reflexes are great. Didn’t measure his length though. It’s very reassuring to know that he is doing so well. Good boy. Yesterday we took him to have his photo taken. At the time of our appointment he was happy and alert and awake… but the photographer was running behind schedule. It didn’t take long before he was grumpy and hungry, so I had to give him a feed. We let two groups of people go through before us while we were having “lunch”. I was worried that he was going to fall fast asleep, but he was very co-operative and was wide awake as can be. Unless he has his fathers penchant for not being photogenic, then we should have some great shots. Now we just have to wait two weeks to see the results. My Oma and Uncle Gerry are arriving from Melbourne this afternoon. I am so pleased that they are able to come and meet Elisha. It will be a very special time. I hope that we get to see a fair amount of them while they are here. Brett has just gone into work for a while, and I am now home alone with Elisha. It’s not the first time we’ve been alone, but it is the first time that we’ve been alone during the day. Not that it is daunting or anything, I’m more just commenting on the fact. And here I am spending that time in front of the computer. Actually the reason I’m sitting in front of the box is that I am very, very tempted to rush around the house tidying it up in case Oma and Unlce Gerry come over when they arrive, but of course that is something that I’m not really supposed to be doing. Well the boy is crying for a feed… I’m off to attend to his needs.

Issues of Name

What am I going to call this blog now? It cannot remain Waiting for Heshe, because we’re no longer waiting, and it’s a He!! But I’m just not feeling inspired when it comes to renaming this thing. Any suggestions would be appreciated.

The most seriously considered option of the moment is The Adventures of Chip Rockett, Space Pilot Of Tomorrow. What do you think Andrew?

And to use one of the many photos we have been taking, here is one of my two gorgeous boys.

boys

Elisha’s Arrival

I suppose I should jot down in a bit more detail Elisha’s birth.

As you know from previous entries, I was hospitalised a couple of times due to borderline blood pressure which my obstetrician wanted to keep an eye on. Immediate induction was not possible because the baby was sitting too high and too many complications could ensue.

On Monday the 19th I was put back into hospital for the second time, and this time Dr B. said I probably wouldn’t leave without a baby in my arms (or Brett’s depending on who was doing the carrying). I was put in a double room – by myself – and the waiting began.

Fortunately the following day another antenatal lady was admitted to the ward and put in the room with me. I think we both would have gone crazy without each other’s company, and so I’m very thankful.

Monday was Dr B.’s last day and Tuesday I met Dr P. who was covering for him. The poor guy was also covering for another ob on holidays. I think he was pretty busy.

Finally on Wednesday Dr. P announced that I would be having the baby on Friday by caesarian section. It was a great relief to finally have an end in sight. Again, induction was not an option as the baby was still very high.

So with a mixture of emotions the final two days were waited out. I think during the whole time of waiting I was also silently hoping that I would spontaneously go into labour and thus avoid a c-section, but that didn’t happen.

Thursday night I attempted to fall asleep by myself. I had been prescribed some tablets to help me get to sleep but had decided to see if I could get to the Land of Nod on my own. I think it was about 11pm and I had just drifted off to sleep when my telephone rang. It was theatre asking for some supplies. “Sorry you’ve got a room”, I explained. But that had done it, I was wide awake again. I took the tablet and waited for it to kick in. And waited. I did eventually fall asleep, but not for all that long.

I was scheduled for the first caesarian of the day. 8am. So about 6 I gave up trying to sleep any more and showered and got dressed into the very glamourous gown I’d been provided the night before. Brett was very good and arrived at 7, earlier than I’d asked him to, so I didn’t even have to start worrying that he’d slept in.

On the way down the theatre I joked to the PCA (orderly) that the baby would be a boy, because we hadn’t decided on a boy’s name, we were still trying to decide between two. This was about 7.30 and Dr C. the anesthetist began the epidural soon after. This was probably the hardest part of the whole caesarian. I had to sit curled up, chin tucked in and head down for the time it took him to insert the needle. The way that they test the epidural is in properly is very strange. Apparently the nerves which sense pain and the nerves which sense temperature are very closely related, so they use an ice pack to test how far the numbness has gone. Dr C. would put an ice pack on my arm, and then on different parts of my torso to see where it had taken effect.

epidural

Once the epidural was in all I could feel where I was being touched was a pins and needles and pressure sensation. It was quite unusual. But no pain. Almost before I realised what was happening, and after a few interesting sounds, we were told that our baby was about to be born and did Brett want the sheet lowered so he could watch. He opted for “No” – just to be safe. Next thing you know there is a baby crying. It is 8.25am

first-photo

Then the paediatrician brought around this crying baby that was all arms and legs, and… it’s a boy!! The paediatrician – Dr S. was also pointing out to us that he had a knot in his cord. Brett thought that he was being told to do something and grabbed hold of the clamp. “Don’t touch that!!” Poor Brett almost drained Elisha onto the floor.

clamp

knot

After a quick peek at our boy he was taken over to a table to be checked over and cleaned up. “Daddy” got to cut the cord in a manner of speaking, seeing as it had already been cut, but he got to trim it to a shorter length. Then the still nameless bub was wrapped up, being transformed from all arms and legs into a small bundle.

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bundle

The last part of the caesarian was quite uncomfortable. As someone aptly described – it felt like someone was washing the dishes in my stomach. No pain, just strange sensations. The boy was brought back all bundled up and placed on my chest for a cuddle. Following in the footsteps of my mother, I had a bit of a cry. A happy cry that is. Once I was good to go we were taken to recovery, but not for as long as I thought only for about ten or fifteen minutes.

family

familyii

Then it was back to the ward, where he was measured and weighed, checked over again and dressed. The little man came in at 3.725 kg (8lbs 3oz) and 52cm long. His apgar scores were 9 & 10. Somewhere about this time we finally decided on his name too. Elisha Morgan Adams.

weigh

Now that he had been thoroughly checked it was time for a feed. While having his first meal Gran arrived and she later had a cuddle. Michelle from the bakery visited too – she was coming in to visit me, and didn’t realise that Elisha had made an appearance. We also started phoning everyone to let them know the news. During this time Elisha had not been maintaining his temperature very well so he was taken off to the nursery to be kept warm. He was also put on oxygen in the humidicrib a bit later, and the low oxygen levels explained the grunting noises he had been making earlier. Dr S. the paed later said that these measures were probably not really necessary, but better to err on the side of caution.

gran

humi

It was very strange to have had a baby but not have him with me. I missed him very much. Although I was kept quite preoccupied. I was moved to a private room and given a “bath”, which was very refreshing. Then Nan had her first visit. Because Elisha was in the nursery I had to express milk for him. He didn’t come back from the nursery until the following morning. All night every time someone walked down the corridor I woke in anticipation that they might be bringing my baby back, so I didn’t really get all that much sleep.

And that is the tale of Elisha’s arrival.