Lollie
08-07-2007, 09:59 AM
This is the whole saga lol, kudos to those who actually read it :yelclap:
11th November 2006 was the day the gorgeous Belinda Emmett passed away. I’ll always remember it because it was also the same date two lines presented themselves on a HPT. I only got a test because I planned to start a diet since the twins decided to wean off my milk and I needed to make sure there wasn’t a little being in the making. I was gob smacked and excited at the same time. I had no clue on what the future was going to hold but I knew it was going to be FUN.
As soon as 9 am hit I rang my GP to start getting things rolling. He knew of my recent miscarriage, he knew I had had a caesarean not long before hand, he knew everything. We got bloods done which returned quite a high HCG level, setting possibilities that it could be another multiple pregnancy. He advised an ultrasound at 10 weeks just to make sure there was only the one bubby.
But…
At 7 weeks I started experiencing very tiny brown bloody discharge, so was told to go up to the hospital to get it checked out. I had no choice I had to haul up there with my kids and was made to feel like **** because here I was young mum of 3 kids and pregnant with another a few months after the birth of the last two. It was that moment I felt so angry for mums of large families everywhere, being judged by the amount of kids they have, feeling angry that people think it’s their right to voice their opinion on how many kids someone has. My baby may have been unplanned but he sure as hell wasn’t unwanted and I made sure people knew that.
By the time they were ready to scan me, my mum had come up to watch the kiddies. Wheeled into the sonographer’s room, cold gel placed on my tum and I watched the screen thinking it was all just a dream, but it wasn’t. There on the screen was a little blob, heartbeat tickering away, not even resembling any portion of a human but it didn’t matter. Tears started rolling down my cheek and I just stared at the screen. It may have been a blob but it was MY blob and it was beautiful. I walked out of that room with a big grin on my face. It was the moment my head started to come down from la la land and it started sinking in that I was going to be a mum…again.
It was a completely different pregnancy to what I had experienced before - no morning sickness this time, surely it was too good to be true, but it wasn’t. A few episodes in the toilet but 99% of the time it was a nauseating but chunder free pregnancy. I mainly had problems with my blood pressure, Hypotension, which is abnormally low blood pressure. Sometimes it would get so bad that it would send me into shock. Wasn’t very nice having people stare at you while you start to sweat, get dizzy, feel cold and are trying to keep yourself from fainting. As always I just soldiered on…and just had a few whinges on birth talks.
Christmas, New years, Australia day all came and went, and I was looking forward to my first antenatal appointment which was set just before the 18 week mark. The day after Australia day, DH lost his licence for DD and the day that followed that DH was made redundant from his job due to weather conditions. The only good thing that came of that week was the first hospital visit. The day I found out that the good old bounty bag people really had put a lollie sized chocolate block in the bag.
Before I knew it, it was time for the first scan. We had discussed it, I didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. Knowing the baby would be my last I wanted to be my little surprise but DH on the other hand wanted to know so we could give away whatever clothes we didn’t need. The first scan was at the hospital, we weren’t asked so we didn’t have the temptation there of finding out. The second scan was a few days after the first one but was through a private clinic. I thought that I was carrying a little girl, only because this pregnancy had been so different to the others but I knew deep down that I was wrong, When they asked, Troy said yes. Congratulations looks like you are having another little boy. I was a little disappointed but in a way I was glad. I already had a little girl and even though I know I could have easily loved another little girl the same, I couldn’t imagine having another one. Knowing the sex was going to be our little secret, we pinky promised and that in our books was a symbol of definite secrecy.
The latest ultrasound also revealed that the baby had a choroid plexus cyst. Something we were informed would correct itself by 32 weeks gestation, so we pre booked our next scan as we left. I left the imagery clinic on a natural high, and the names started floating into our head on the way home. Troy suggested Zachary Robert, wasn’t keen on it but was warming to it. I started to get used to it and told few people what we chose. Not long after we got some bad news that a friend’s baby hadn’t quite made it and they named their baby Zachary. Out of respect we decided not to use the name.
From the morphology scan Riley was already measuring in the high end of the scale, and at 26 weeks he was averaging 2lbs 6ozs. The 95th percentile, and that is where he stayed. At 30 weeks I was told that our next door neighbour had intentionally told my mum the sex of our baby. I had no idea that they even knew because we promised we wouldn’t tell anyone. My mum had been discussing the pregnancy with a pal of mine, mum stating she thought I knew the sex but was keeping it a secret. A voice piped up from behind her “don’t you know the sex? I do, Troy told us weeks ago”, my lovely next door neighbour then proceeded to tell her the sex. I was so livid at my husband, for not keeping his promise & at how he could tell the only people I would tell last in the world. I must admit though I was mainly angry at my neighbour (a person who had made no attempts at striking up discussions with my mum ever) for opening her mouth and telling my MUM of all people the sex of MY baby. I still haven’t gotten over it, but that’s something that I have to deal with.
At 31 weeks I was up the hospital with strong and regular contractions. I had 6 people feel my bump, every single one of them as amazed as the first. One obstetrician was worried that my uterine wall was extremely thin because of how easy he could feel the baby. They were all so amazed at seeing the outside movements so clearly and each person could not believe what they were seeing and feeling. The Obs says "Oh my, look that's a foot, can you see that? I can literally feel your baby's foot. Oh wow"
Belly 1 (http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=2b6e7c464573add19317e1&skin_id=601&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url)
Belly 2 (http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=2b6e1ef47d3c326d7fcf8e&skin_id=601&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url)
I was given a scan on the portable machine to see how bubsy was presenting, even though the wall was so thin, they could not make out the presentation. The obstetricians started chatting about a caesarean procedure being necessary because of a theory that I had no stomach muscles to push a baby out naturally. I was taken down to the imagery section and another ultrasound be given. The wall between the outside and the uterus was so thin it was ridiculous. Even as thin as it was, the uterus wall was considered to be fairly thick so it wasn’t a huge priority for emergency. They told me to expect a June baby, told me my stomach doesn't look like it can hold up for anything past 37 weeks especially if baby kept growing as much as he had (4lbs 15 ozs @ 31.2 weeks). After the ultrasound findings they also said that my wish for a VBAC wasn’t ruled out.
Fast forward a few weeks to 33 weeks gestation, and my next antenatal appointment. After 3 attempts at measuring my fundal height, they finally agreed on a measurement of 40 weeks. They decided another glucose test was in the cards, this time the 2 hour tolerance test, just to be on the safe side. I couldn’t take the test until 35 weeks (and I passed it easily)
2 days later on the 7th June I got a huge shock when I was told that my parents had been involved in a car accident. I learned lots of things that night, I learnt that life really was short, I learnt at how lucky my parents were to have survived such a horrific crash, I learnt that I was stronger than I knew. I wasn’t well - I hadn’t been well since the early stages of pregnancy but life still had to continue going on.
My parents still had to be moved out of their house by the end of the weekend so we went to work. I promise I didn’t do any lifting but I spent my time directing everyone, driving my dad around, getting the gritty stuff done. Things weren’t all quite done by the time the weekend finished as the landlords had wanted (they were going to take my parents to court because of it too) but there wasn’t much that could be done about it.
Pregnancy Pics (http://s106.photobucket.com/albums/m269/lollie_family/Riley/Pregnancy/)
11th November 2006 was the day the gorgeous Belinda Emmett passed away. I’ll always remember it because it was also the same date two lines presented themselves on a HPT. I only got a test because I planned to start a diet since the twins decided to wean off my milk and I needed to make sure there wasn’t a little being in the making. I was gob smacked and excited at the same time. I had no clue on what the future was going to hold but I knew it was going to be FUN.
As soon as 9 am hit I rang my GP to start getting things rolling. He knew of my recent miscarriage, he knew I had had a caesarean not long before hand, he knew everything. We got bloods done which returned quite a high HCG level, setting possibilities that it could be another multiple pregnancy. He advised an ultrasound at 10 weeks just to make sure there was only the one bubby.
But…
At 7 weeks I started experiencing very tiny brown bloody discharge, so was told to go up to the hospital to get it checked out. I had no choice I had to haul up there with my kids and was made to feel like **** because here I was young mum of 3 kids and pregnant with another a few months after the birth of the last two. It was that moment I felt so angry for mums of large families everywhere, being judged by the amount of kids they have, feeling angry that people think it’s their right to voice their opinion on how many kids someone has. My baby may have been unplanned but he sure as hell wasn’t unwanted and I made sure people knew that.
By the time they were ready to scan me, my mum had come up to watch the kiddies. Wheeled into the sonographer’s room, cold gel placed on my tum and I watched the screen thinking it was all just a dream, but it wasn’t. There on the screen was a little blob, heartbeat tickering away, not even resembling any portion of a human but it didn’t matter. Tears started rolling down my cheek and I just stared at the screen. It may have been a blob but it was MY blob and it was beautiful. I walked out of that room with a big grin on my face. It was the moment my head started to come down from la la land and it started sinking in that I was going to be a mum…again.
It was a completely different pregnancy to what I had experienced before - no morning sickness this time, surely it was too good to be true, but it wasn’t. A few episodes in the toilet but 99% of the time it was a nauseating but chunder free pregnancy. I mainly had problems with my blood pressure, Hypotension, which is abnormally low blood pressure. Sometimes it would get so bad that it would send me into shock. Wasn’t very nice having people stare at you while you start to sweat, get dizzy, feel cold and are trying to keep yourself from fainting. As always I just soldiered on…and just had a few whinges on birth talks.
Christmas, New years, Australia day all came and went, and I was looking forward to my first antenatal appointment which was set just before the 18 week mark. The day after Australia day, DH lost his licence for DD and the day that followed that DH was made redundant from his job due to weather conditions. The only good thing that came of that week was the first hospital visit. The day I found out that the good old bounty bag people really had put a lollie sized chocolate block in the bag.
Before I knew it, it was time for the first scan. We had discussed it, I didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. Knowing the baby would be my last I wanted to be my little surprise but DH on the other hand wanted to know so we could give away whatever clothes we didn’t need. The first scan was at the hospital, we weren’t asked so we didn’t have the temptation there of finding out. The second scan was a few days after the first one but was through a private clinic. I thought that I was carrying a little girl, only because this pregnancy had been so different to the others but I knew deep down that I was wrong, When they asked, Troy said yes. Congratulations looks like you are having another little boy. I was a little disappointed but in a way I was glad. I already had a little girl and even though I know I could have easily loved another little girl the same, I couldn’t imagine having another one. Knowing the sex was going to be our little secret, we pinky promised and that in our books was a symbol of definite secrecy.
The latest ultrasound also revealed that the baby had a choroid plexus cyst. Something we were informed would correct itself by 32 weeks gestation, so we pre booked our next scan as we left. I left the imagery clinic on a natural high, and the names started floating into our head on the way home. Troy suggested Zachary Robert, wasn’t keen on it but was warming to it. I started to get used to it and told few people what we chose. Not long after we got some bad news that a friend’s baby hadn’t quite made it and they named their baby Zachary. Out of respect we decided not to use the name.
From the morphology scan Riley was already measuring in the high end of the scale, and at 26 weeks he was averaging 2lbs 6ozs. The 95th percentile, and that is where he stayed. At 30 weeks I was told that our next door neighbour had intentionally told my mum the sex of our baby. I had no idea that they even knew because we promised we wouldn’t tell anyone. My mum had been discussing the pregnancy with a pal of mine, mum stating she thought I knew the sex but was keeping it a secret. A voice piped up from behind her “don’t you know the sex? I do, Troy told us weeks ago”, my lovely next door neighbour then proceeded to tell her the sex. I was so livid at my husband, for not keeping his promise & at how he could tell the only people I would tell last in the world. I must admit though I was mainly angry at my neighbour (a person who had made no attempts at striking up discussions with my mum ever) for opening her mouth and telling my MUM of all people the sex of MY baby. I still haven’t gotten over it, but that’s something that I have to deal with.
At 31 weeks I was up the hospital with strong and regular contractions. I had 6 people feel my bump, every single one of them as amazed as the first. One obstetrician was worried that my uterine wall was extremely thin because of how easy he could feel the baby. They were all so amazed at seeing the outside movements so clearly and each person could not believe what they were seeing and feeling. The Obs says "Oh my, look that's a foot, can you see that? I can literally feel your baby's foot. Oh wow"
Belly 1 (http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=2b6e7c464573add19317e1&skin_id=601&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url)
Belly 2 (http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=2b6e1ef47d3c326d7fcf8e&skin_id=601&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url)
I was given a scan on the portable machine to see how bubsy was presenting, even though the wall was so thin, they could not make out the presentation. The obstetricians started chatting about a caesarean procedure being necessary because of a theory that I had no stomach muscles to push a baby out naturally. I was taken down to the imagery section and another ultrasound be given. The wall between the outside and the uterus was so thin it was ridiculous. Even as thin as it was, the uterus wall was considered to be fairly thick so it wasn’t a huge priority for emergency. They told me to expect a June baby, told me my stomach doesn't look like it can hold up for anything past 37 weeks especially if baby kept growing as much as he had (4lbs 15 ozs @ 31.2 weeks). After the ultrasound findings they also said that my wish for a VBAC wasn’t ruled out.
Fast forward a few weeks to 33 weeks gestation, and my next antenatal appointment. After 3 attempts at measuring my fundal height, they finally agreed on a measurement of 40 weeks. They decided another glucose test was in the cards, this time the 2 hour tolerance test, just to be on the safe side. I couldn’t take the test until 35 weeks (and I passed it easily)
2 days later on the 7th June I got a huge shock when I was told that my parents had been involved in a car accident. I learned lots of things that night, I learnt that life really was short, I learnt at how lucky my parents were to have survived such a horrific crash, I learnt that I was stronger than I knew. I wasn’t well - I hadn’t been well since the early stages of pregnancy but life still had to continue going on.
My parents still had to be moved out of their house by the end of the weekend so we went to work. I promise I didn’t do any lifting but I spent my time directing everyone, driving my dad around, getting the gritty stuff done. Things weren’t all quite done by the time the weekend finished as the landlords had wanted (they were going to take my parents to court because of it too) but there wasn’t much that could be done about it.
Pregnancy Pics (http://s106.photobucket.com/albums/m269/lollie_family/Riley/Pregnancy/)