Bane of my life

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So since my last post I’ve been hospitalised twice, and am writing this from the (dis)comfort of my hospital bed in the only non baby filled room (so far) on this wing of the hospital, attached to a bloody CTG machine. The inventor of this yoke was definitely a sadist, and whoever decided that blood pressure should be measured at the same time an idiot; because I know that this is certainly driving up mine!

Seems my blood pressure doesn’t like me these days anyway, so on observation for Pre Eclampsia and praying it’s not that. That episode of Downton always fresh in my head (and yes I know it’s not real and was based on 1920s healthcare and in modern day Ireland we should be much better to cope with it), I’m lying here mad to go home and just get on with life. Hospital currently has lockdown to anyone not involved in the baby making process due to flu season so bored and visitor less.

Nice little scan this morning showing me my four and a half pounds worth of kicking baby boy though, so not all doom. Really need to start that hospital bag though!

Things to Keep Me Sane

So, since the last post I’ve put up, I’ve wound up having a sleepover in hospital (thank you very much blood pressure!) and sampling their fine cuisine, developed an addiction to a Pokemon Red emulator, been housebound from the weather and had yet another lovely scan of the little man. 

Interesting week!

Things I’ve discovered:

– I was way better at Pokemon on my gameboy when I was 9 than I seem to be now (or at least I’m more of a perfectionist now, so it bugs me when I’m not doing well). I do realise I’m a fully grown woman and this addiction isn’t perhaps ideal, but its keeping me from wanting to throw things at the walls!

– My whinging about the rain in my initial blog post was nothing on this week. The storm which wiped out the electricity of a fair bit of the nation, and spelled the end of life of our lovely halogen heater (RIP beloved heat source), also kept me basically housebound (going to Spar does NOT count). Thankfully we didn’t lose the electricity, just the heater. Looked seriously insane in other parts of the country though! 

– The trace machine and I are not friends. On the Friday night, bump was feeling lazy and so made a total of two moves in the twenty minutes it was on, the machine never lost him and the alarm only went off once when his heart rate got a little overexcited. Saturday morning was a different story, you’d swear he was being dripfed caffeine and needed to get all of the energy out at once – sounded like the Grand National going on, and it kept losing him, so setting off two alarms, as his heart rate occasionally went mad as well. Resulted in the lovely midwife having to come and hold the monitor (apparently I sucked at that, it kept losing him anyway) for another twenty minutes to finally allow us to go home and play Pokemon! Really praying I don’t have to deal with it too much on D-day, doesn’t seem like something that will make the experience too much of a wonderful thing (that said, safety reasons are safety reasons so as long as they can get him out safe and sound and in as painless a method as possible, I’ll nod and smile!). 

– Despite the food in CUMH looking mank, it actually tastes fairly good. That said, I’d been stuck on a trace machine for the bones of an hour and a half while everyone else was getting fed, the food sitting there all the while smelling incredible and I was starving. It did come with ice-cream though, so you know, theres a bonus. 

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Dinnertime in CUMH

 

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Icecream!

– My little man weighs nearly 4lbs! Just less than 8 weeks to go, he’s of perfect size and head down, so its most definitely his foot lodged in my ribs at night time! Doctor seemed fairly happy with his size and movement so all is good there 🙂 Picked up a very cute tuxedo patterned baby grow today, getting quite excited! 

I think between this blog and Pokemon I may manage to remain sane for the next few weeks, but we’ll see 🙂

Ten Days of a Little Fighter

This was likely a mistake to watch when I’ve got a million hormones running through me and am liable to cry at an Andrex ad.

Zion Isaiah Blick was born on January 11th 2014. He weighed just 4 lbs 7 oz. His parents had already been told he had Edwards Syndrome and wasn’t expected to live for the full length of the pregnancy, yet he survived for 10 days after birth, and his parents documented every moment of his little life and made this video.

Do not watch if emotionally unstable/out of tissues.

Where to Begin?

So its currently bucketing down outside. This being Cork, I shouldn’t be all that surprised. And the fact that the rains of the apocalypse (along with the wind and flooding) have been visiting a lot lately should really make this less of a deal. 

Except I’m stuck inside. Again. The lovely roundy bump I’ve been harvesting for the last 30 weeks gets in the way of my wonderful bright pink super waterproof raincoat from closing, and I’ve nothing even comparably waterproof to stick on so as I could get on with life outside the house. The fact that I’ve already left today, and come back armed with dinner supplies (but no chocolate, bad judgement on my part there!) doesn’t seem to matter to me. I’ve been off work with a back injury so seem to be embracing a rather long spell away from work, and I am bored. Bored, and now trapped inside away from the winds and the rains. 

There is only so much Netflix, so many episodes of Greys Anatomy and so much daytime television. I’ve found myself embracing the Mammy blogs of the internet, in particular the Irish Mammy blogs. I seem to have found some affinity with these women, in particular the ones who blog about pregnancy. And so it occurs to me that maybe starting one of my own might be a way to stave off the boredom, and to let it all out!

So, heres the beginning. Me staring at the four walls, and out at the lashing rain, as my future kick boxer in training decides to edge that one rib out a little bit more with every kick.