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.

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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

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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.

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Yes, I’m running out of appropriate game related analogies.

I’ve whacked up some photos here. I made a somewhat hurried selection from the camera, and unfortunately they look more like a promo for the dark (blurry and disinterested) avenger than anything else (super powers being ‘wind’ and the ability to reduce otherwise well developed vocabularies to ‘schnookums’, ‘little man’ and ‘cuddlyfubblybunny’). Will engage in some pose education and try again later…

Still Here

Just in case anyone was wondering we’re still here. And the two of us are still together. I finally heard back from Dr B’s office at about lunch time today and they said that the results were all fine. I guess now we just wait until tomorrow’s appointment. Waiting to hear back drove me a little crazy, I didn’t know whether I should be doing anything, but kept thinking of all the things that I could be doing. Of course now that I know I can be doing them, I couldn’t really care less. I still did do some bits and pieces while waiting to hear back from the obstetrician, just took it easy as I was doing them. Finally finished packing bags, and the nursery is all set, just have to get the doona cover on and pump up the pram tyres. Here’s some pics.

 

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Greymatter is done

Well I’ve done it (I think) Greymatter is what I am now using to put up new entries. Although it took a lot of work, I think that this is going to work out a lot easier in the long run. We’ll have to wait and see.

I’ve also decided to start a 1000 Words section to this site. To see it click here. I am doing this in the hope that it will encourage me to use my camera more often, and perhaps even incite some creativity. I even put my first photo up today. Pity that it was Brett who took the photo. I can say that it was me who spotted the photo opportunity, but I decided that Brett was better fit to take the photo.

Almost a Week

I am detemined to make frequent updates, but so far haven’t been as successful as I had hoped to be. Good thing I’ve got an excuse ready. Apart from the fact that I have had quite a busy week, I have also been installing Greymatter to make the blogging process just a little easier. Setting it up has taken a bit longer than I thought it would, but I am slowly making progress and should be able to launch the new set up soon.

It wont look any different, just change how I put my entries in.

In other news, we are up to weekly visits to the obstetrician now. This week my blood pressure was a little high, but I think it may have been a case of white coat syndrome, because it had gone down again the second time he tested. Dr B. sent me for a blood test anyway, and I’m guessing that from the fact I haven’t heard anything that everything is fine.

I am very quickly moving into the stage of pregnancy where I am looking forward to the pregnancy being over. Not that I haven’t enjoyed being pregnant, in fact I’ve loved most of it, and really felt blessed that we have been given this opportunity… but I’m starting to feel like I’ve had enough. I guess in a way that is a good thing.

Washing Day

Finally a fine day!! I was starting to get a little concerned about getting any of Heshe’s clothes washed and dried before our due date. But today was forecast as a beauty and I started my washing last night – trusting the weather man’s predictions – living on the edge I know. The prediction was correct though, and I’ve managed to get most of the clothes washed and on the line. Just some coloured and delicate clothes, and the bedding to be done. I think we might make it. I also think I might be a born worrier.

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Dumb Pregnancy Thing II

At the shower last week I had another dumb pregnancy episode. Although I don’t think the incident was completely pregnancy induced. I may have been trying to do too many things at once. Which of course, when you’re pregnant is a dangerous thing to do.

I was pouring a drink, talking to someone and holding either Jack or Romilly – all at the same time. Can you guess what happened. I just kept on pouring that drink. I think I must have half filled the glass again. What is even
dumber is that I realised what was happening, but the message to my brain to stop seemed to be somewhat delayed.

In other news, I’ve been sick. Had, and still have to a lesser degree, a
very nasty head cold. Spent a few nights in the spare bedroom, or on the couch, depending on which I decided was more comfortable at the time. Brett took me to the doctors on Monday morning after two really quite bad days. I’m starting to feel a little better now. I suppose I’ll have to behave
myself.

Last night was the third in a series of four antenatal classes which we are attending at the moment. I wouldn’t say that I have learned anything new as such, but it is good to hear all of this information again also close to the time of Heshe’s arrival and b) from a member of the midwifery team herself. Last night was “the video” and information on caesarean and bringing the baby home. Next week is bre*astfeeding, I have to find a baby size doll to take to the class, so if anyone I know reads this and has one I can borrow, that would be most helpful.

I’ve been trying to do an entry on the nursery for ages now but never seem to get around to it, so I’m just going to post the first lot of pictures now, and I’ll take some more of the progress soon (we hope) and put them up later. When we’ve told people that we are painting the nursery purple and green, most are horrified. When I modify that description to lime and lilac/lavender the response tends to be slightly better. Here is the room post painting – pre furniture.

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Aqwa

My brother Glenn and his partner Kate invited us to go to Aqwa with them on Saturday. We left from mum’s place about noon. Glenn had given Simon a driving lesson. The only negative thing about the whole day would have to have been the traffic jam on the freeway on our way there. Apart from that we had an awesome time.

Jack loved looking at the fish. I thought that he would have been a bit more excited about the touch pool, but he was actually more happy to just look than to get into it. I think the thing he got most excited about was the seals. They were swimming really close to the window and it was pretty spectacular.

It is so much more fun to go with small children, and to see how excited they get about things that we take for granted. I don’t know what my favourite would have been. The jelly fish were pretty cool, but so were lots of other things.

I took some photos, don’t know if you’d call any of them special, but here are the top pick of the bunch.

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Strange Kitty

Let me introduce you to our fur-baby. The most consistent thing about Ookie is how odd she is. Where do I start. Every time Brett or I head in the direction of the laundry (which is her room) she assumes she is going to be fed, and so off she races. The thing is, there is already food there. She seems to need one of us standing close by encouraging her to eat, or perhaps to remind her that there is food there.

She is also not a very brave member of the feline species. Just about anything can and will scare her. A new person, a well loved person carrying a box, a well loved person suddenly appearing in the room, or just a well loved person at times. What terrifies her most of all are miniature people, especially those who chase after her making lots of noise.

Ookie is a very sophisticated cat, you will *never* see her playing games, killing socks or mats or the like, and if you should so happen to think you see her participating in one of the aforementioned activities, her stern gaze will soon put that error of judgment right.

In the mornings I normally get up before Brett and our usual routine is
to let Ookie out of the laundry and she will then curl up on the bed with Brett until he gets up. Of late she has decided that the bed is a nice place to be even when Brett isn’t there for warmth… but under the doona provides a better temperature.

We do love Ookie. She is friendly toward Brett and myself and likes to be near us most of the time, and will often talk to us.

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It’s Raining Babies

Today was our baby shower. When I say our I mean Heshe and I. Brett being the brave fellow that he is couldn’t handle the thought of all those women, so he went and played computer games at Dave’s place. Had such a fantastic day. Debs and Mum did a brilliant job organising everything. About thirty people turned up. Got a little crowded at times, but manageable.

Debs made a great centre piece – a nappy cake. It was made out of disposable nappies that had been rolled into cylinders and then they were put together into three different sized tiers. And to top it off a M&M filled bottle as a candle. The ribbons used to decorate were in the colours of the nursery. If I manage to figure out how to include a photo with this entry then you’ll see it in the middle of all the loot we got.

Speaking of which, we were extremely spoiled. We got so much beautiful stuff. I need to get organised now and do thank you notes. I was going to leave doing the thank you cards until after Heshe arrives, but someone said I should do notes for each individual occasion… now I just have to get busy and make and write them.

Today was also Simon’s birthday – 17 – can get his license now, which I think he is absolutely dying to do. He spends an awful lot of time working on his car. I guess for most people first cars are a bit of an obsession.

Oh and how could I forget, during the shower Jenny, my cousin from Melbourne arrived. She’d spent the week in Bunbury and is stayed the night so we could drop her at the airport in the morning. It was nice to catch up with her.
She timed it well – baby shower and Simon’s birthday. So we had a family dinner at our place to celebrate. We were originally going to go out for tea, but dad decided that he wasn’t up to gadding about on his crutches yet so the plans were changed.

I was exhausted by the end of the day, but I think being 34 weeks pregnant is a pretty good excuse for being tired.

Let’s see if we’ve got this photo thing worked out.

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And that wasn’t all the gifts, there were more around the edges of the picture, and on the floor beneath the table. Yes we were spoiled. And don’t forget to take note of the nappy cake.