Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Getting ready for baby...
Today we finished Poppy's bedroom that she will soon be sharing with her baby brother or sister! I am so pleased with it, it's stunning! We decided to go with the Olive and Henri range from Babies R Us and managed to get Poppy some very similar bedding from Asda Living! They are a brilliant match and look great together. We went for 3 magnolia walls with a feature wall painted in 'chocolate milkshake' brown. I also managed to get some bunting to match from Asda and have ordered some wooden letters so Poppy can have her name above her bed and once baby comes his/her name will go above the cot. Me, Dave and my mum have worked our backsides off the last 2 days to get it all done and it was worth every second of hard work when we saw Poppy's face when she came home from her daddy's. She was completely in love with it and couldn't wait to get in her 'owl bed'! So happy it's all come together now just cannot wait for our little addition to arrive and make it complete!
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Sorry you're not invited!
Although we still haven't decided on a date I'm starting to look at a few ideas and prices for weddings, and the thing I'm struggling with the most is how do you decide who to actually invite!
Personally, I'm all for me and Dave just going to the town hall with our parents and siblings, but Dave isn't so keen on the idea, unfortunately.
I just don't want the whole thing to turn into a big affair with loads of people who I don't even know! The only other family I would invite would probably my grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins from my mum's side, as I don't really have much to do with my dad's side. That's all well and good as all in all my mum's side equates to 12 people! Dave's family, however, is huge.
Then if they all get invited, I'd feel obliged to invite my dad's side too, to even things out a bit. So my dad has 5 sisters and a brother, all of which have at least 2 kids each, and then even some of them have kids too - you do the maths!
This all adds up to one huge wedding that I don't want!! So how do you decide who gets an invite for the whole day, and who just gets to come to the reception?
All I know is it's giving me one hell of a headache and we haven't even set the date yet!
Personally, I'm all for me and Dave just going to the town hall with our parents and siblings, but Dave isn't so keen on the idea, unfortunately.
I just don't want the whole thing to turn into a big affair with loads of people who I don't even know! The only other family I would invite would probably my grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins from my mum's side, as I don't really have much to do with my dad's side. That's all well and good as all in all my mum's side equates to 12 people! Dave's family, however, is huge.
Then if they all get invited, I'd feel obliged to invite my dad's side too, to even things out a bit. So my dad has 5 sisters and a brother, all of which have at least 2 kids each, and then even some of them have kids too - you do the maths!
This all adds up to one huge wedding that I don't want!! So how do you decide who gets an invite for the whole day, and who just gets to come to the reception?
All I know is it's giving me one hell of a headache and we haven't even set the date yet!
Thursday, 17 January 2013
A blog about birth.
I've just watched last night's episode of One Born Every Minute and its really got me thinking about birth, my last one and the impending one! I was so laid back all the way through my pregnancy with Poppy, never once worried about giving birth and would simply take it as it came. This time however, it's safe to say I am absolutely shitting my pants!!
My labour with Poppy began in the early hours of the morning on Wednesday September 1st. I was 11 days overdue and so relieved that it would all soon be over, as I hated pregnancy and was beyond fed up! I was worried I wouldn't know what contractions felt like but as soon as it started I just knew. All the pain was in my back rather than my tummy but I knew this had to be it! I rang my Mum and she came straight round, Poppy's dad had just gotten in from his night shift so he went off to bed to get some sleep in before it all kicked off. Me and my Mum spent the day stripping the paint off my bathroom walls! She told me to keep active to keep my mind off it and keep things moving along. By tea time the pains were becoming quicker and more painful so Mum rang the hospital and off we went. When we got there they put the monitors on blah blah blah and examined me, I was 2cm! 2 measly cm! I was so disappointed! They said they'd keep me in overnight and gave me diamorphine to help me sleep.
The following morning (Thursday) they came to examine me again, I was still 2cm! They said I could stay in hospital and move onto the ward, or go home. I decided to go home and was so disheartened to be going home without a baby after nearly 30 hours of labour! I spent all that day cleaning the house and bouncing on my ball trying to get things moving! My contractions were the same but never seemed to get any worse. I had managed a couple of hours sleep at the hospital but other than that I was exhausted.
Thursday tea time came around and contractions seemed to be picking up pace so again we phoned the hospital and went in. I was examined again and was a whole 3cm! I'd only managed another bloody cm in the time I'd been at home scrubbing my house to within an inch of it's life! I was so peed off! They again gave me the option of staying put or going home and so yet again we were off back home with no baby. I was told however that baby was back to back, which no one had mentioned before, but explained why things were progressing so slowly. So I went home and did yet more cleaning and bouncing. By 11 that night the pain was excruciating, it felt like someone was stabbing my in the bottom of my spine over and over again. I was laid on the bed just shivering and kept throwing up. My Mum was worried so phoned the hospital and we set off again.
We arrived at the hospital and it was the same midwife as the very first time we went in, she took one look at me and said she wouldn't let me leave again until my baby was here! Once more I got on the bed to be examined and held my breath, hoping that I'd finally be on my way. The midwife looked at me and said she was really sorry but I was still only 3cm! I was so fed up and frustrated I just broke down into tears! She felt so sorry for me and said that if she could she would break my waters for me and that should move things along. She asked me if I wanted to have an epidural and I did, even if it was just so I could get a couple of hours sleep! So she broke my waters, I had the epidural and then slept for about 2 and a half hours. I was awoken by an excruciating pain in my back and the midwife told me that my epidural had come out! Luckily the anaesthetist was still of the ward and came to put another in, but in those 30 minutes it took to prepare and get it in all I did was throw up! By the time the midwife examined me I was 9cm! Finally I was nearly there!
I began pushing at 8.30am and the midwife said I could push for an hour, but if nothing happened they would get a doctor in to discuss my options. So I pushed and pushed but nothing happened. The doctor came to see me and said that she wanted to try a forceps delivery. I was petrified, all along I had said that no matter what I didn't want forceps and begged for a section instead! She said they would take me to theatre and if the forceps didn't work I would have a section.
I was so scared I didn't know what to expect. I was shaking as they wheeled me down the corridor to theatre. They put my legs up in the stirrups and I saw the forceps! They looked huge! I couldn't believe they were going to put them inside me! One of the midwives had to tell me when to push as I couldn't feel any contractions because of the epidural, but 2 pushes later with a little help from the doctor with the forceps and Poppy was finally born at 10.42am Friday September 3rd! 13 days late and after 56 hours of labour! I was so relieved that my baby was finally out I didn't even think to ask what sex she was! They took her away to check her out and I suddenly heard someone say she and I was so shocked that I had a girl as we had all been convinced it would be a boy!
I tore quite badly and had to have stitches so we were in theatre for a while once she was born but all I could do was stare at her! I ended up having to have a blood transfusion as I lost that much blood but as long as my baby was ok I didn't mind.
All in all I can't remember all that much about my birth but it left me quite traumatised afterwards and when my new midwife went through my notes she said she wanted me to see a consultant this time around so we could try and stop it from happening again. Ideally I would like a nice straightforward birth, in and out in the same day but I know that's not likely after my previous experience. I am petrified and don't want to have to go through what I went through last time but ultimately as long as me and baby are ok at the end of it all that is all that matters.
My labour with Poppy began in the early hours of the morning on Wednesday September 1st. I was 11 days overdue and so relieved that it would all soon be over, as I hated pregnancy and was beyond fed up! I was worried I wouldn't know what contractions felt like but as soon as it started I just knew. All the pain was in my back rather than my tummy but I knew this had to be it! I rang my Mum and she came straight round, Poppy's dad had just gotten in from his night shift so he went off to bed to get some sleep in before it all kicked off. Me and my Mum spent the day stripping the paint off my bathroom walls! She told me to keep active to keep my mind off it and keep things moving along. By tea time the pains were becoming quicker and more painful so Mum rang the hospital and off we went. When we got there they put the monitors on blah blah blah and examined me, I was 2cm! 2 measly cm! I was so disappointed! They said they'd keep me in overnight and gave me diamorphine to help me sleep.
The following morning (Thursday) they came to examine me again, I was still 2cm! They said I could stay in hospital and move onto the ward, or go home. I decided to go home and was so disheartened to be going home without a baby after nearly 30 hours of labour! I spent all that day cleaning the house and bouncing on my ball trying to get things moving! My contractions were the same but never seemed to get any worse. I had managed a couple of hours sleep at the hospital but other than that I was exhausted.
Thursday tea time came around and contractions seemed to be picking up pace so again we phoned the hospital and went in. I was examined again and was a whole 3cm! I'd only managed another bloody cm in the time I'd been at home scrubbing my house to within an inch of it's life! I was so peed off! They again gave me the option of staying put or going home and so yet again we were off back home with no baby. I was told however that baby was back to back, which no one had mentioned before, but explained why things were progressing so slowly. So I went home and did yet more cleaning and bouncing. By 11 that night the pain was excruciating, it felt like someone was stabbing my in the bottom of my spine over and over again. I was laid on the bed just shivering and kept throwing up. My Mum was worried so phoned the hospital and we set off again.
We arrived at the hospital and it was the same midwife as the very first time we went in, she took one look at me and said she wouldn't let me leave again until my baby was here! Once more I got on the bed to be examined and held my breath, hoping that I'd finally be on my way. The midwife looked at me and said she was really sorry but I was still only 3cm! I was so fed up and frustrated I just broke down into tears! She felt so sorry for me and said that if she could she would break my waters for me and that should move things along. She asked me if I wanted to have an epidural and I did, even if it was just so I could get a couple of hours sleep! So she broke my waters, I had the epidural and then slept for about 2 and a half hours. I was awoken by an excruciating pain in my back and the midwife told me that my epidural had come out! Luckily the anaesthetist was still of the ward and came to put another in, but in those 30 minutes it took to prepare and get it in all I did was throw up! By the time the midwife examined me I was 9cm! Finally I was nearly there!
I began pushing at 8.30am and the midwife said I could push for an hour, but if nothing happened they would get a doctor in to discuss my options. So I pushed and pushed but nothing happened. The doctor came to see me and said that she wanted to try a forceps delivery. I was petrified, all along I had said that no matter what I didn't want forceps and begged for a section instead! She said they would take me to theatre and if the forceps didn't work I would have a section.
I was so scared I didn't know what to expect. I was shaking as they wheeled me down the corridor to theatre. They put my legs up in the stirrups and I saw the forceps! They looked huge! I couldn't believe they were going to put them inside me! One of the midwives had to tell me when to push as I couldn't feel any contractions because of the epidural, but 2 pushes later with a little help from the doctor with the forceps and Poppy was finally born at 10.42am Friday September 3rd! 13 days late and after 56 hours of labour! I was so relieved that my baby was finally out I didn't even think to ask what sex she was! They took her away to check her out and I suddenly heard someone say she and I was so shocked that I had a girl as we had all been convinced it would be a boy!
I tore quite badly and had to have stitches so we were in theatre for a while once she was born but all I could do was stare at her! I ended up having to have a blood transfusion as I lost that much blood but as long as my baby was ok I didn't mind.
All in all I can't remember all that much about my birth but it left me quite traumatised afterwards and when my new midwife went through my notes she said she wanted me to see a consultant this time around so we could try and stop it from happening again. Ideally I would like a nice straightforward birth, in and out in the same day but I know that's not likely after my previous experience. I am petrified and don't want to have to go through what I went through last time but ultimately as long as me and baby are ok at the end of it all that is all that matters.
Saturday, 12 January 2013
A little about me...
Hi I'm Emily and welcome to my blog. I will be ranting, rambling, venting and generally talking rubbish! I may not be interesting, and people may not be interested but this is my one place where I can speak my mind and let my feelings out! So here's a little about me to fill you in...
I'm 22 years old, born on April 17th 1990 in a small town* in Yorkshire called Rotherham.
I am engaged to David, the love of my life. We took the bumpy road to be together and maybe one day I'll share that story but for now we'll leave it at that. Hopefully we will be getting married sometime in the next 18 months but we don't have any plans right this minute.
I have my wonderful daughter Poppy, born on September 3rd 2010 from my previous relationship. She is an absolute little star and I honestly don't think I would still be here today if it wasn't for her. I won't go into the ins and outs of my relationship with her father but it simply didn't work out, however we are on good terms and she spends two nights a week with him, and will do until she decides otherwise. Dave has been with us since she was 5 months old and is brilliant with her, but as long as she wants to see her real dad I will never deny that to either of them.
I am also currently pregnant with my second child due April 24th 2013! It's exciting, nerve wracking and petrifying all at the same time but I can't wait for him/her to be here and make my family complete. We decided not to find out the sex at our 20 week scan so are playing the guessing game, with the popular choice being that it is a little boy! Personally I want another girl but obviously all that matters is that they are healthy and boy or girl they are loved all the same!
If you made it to the end then thank you!
*shithole.
I'm 22 years old, born on April 17th 1990 in a small town* in Yorkshire called Rotherham.
I am engaged to David, the love of my life. We took the bumpy road to be together and maybe one day I'll share that story but for now we'll leave it at that. Hopefully we will be getting married sometime in the next 18 months but we don't have any plans right this minute.
I have my wonderful daughter Poppy, born on September 3rd 2010 from my previous relationship. She is an absolute little star and I honestly don't think I would still be here today if it wasn't for her. I won't go into the ins and outs of my relationship with her father but it simply didn't work out, however we are on good terms and she spends two nights a week with him, and will do until she decides otherwise. Dave has been with us since she was 5 months old and is brilliant with her, but as long as she wants to see her real dad I will never deny that to either of them.
I am also currently pregnant with my second child due April 24th 2013! It's exciting, nerve wracking and petrifying all at the same time but I can't wait for him/her to be here and make my family complete. We decided not to find out the sex at our 20 week scan so are playing the guessing game, with the popular choice being that it is a little boy! Personally I want another girl but obviously all that matters is that they are healthy and boy or girl they are loved all the same!
If you made it to the end then thank you!
*shithole.
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