Saturday, 26 October 2019

she's here! our labour story...

hey all! our daughter has arrived, and we are so thrilled with our gorgeous girl.


today i want to share our labour story with you all, because firstly this blog is somewhat of a diary for me, and i want to remember all the details, and secondly, because i know that i like to read other peoples stories, so perhaps you'd like to know mine... i will hold nothing back, so if you don't like all the gross, gory bits, stop reading now!!

firstly, let's talk about why i had an induced labour. if you're new here, you may not know that i have type 1 diabetes, which although it was very well controlled throughout the pregnancy, they still like to induce early due to the likelihood of a larger baby and need for a c-section if the baby went to 40 weeks. but, for my good sugar level control they scheduled me in for 39 weeks as she wasn't measuring as too big on the scan.

so the day came when i was to be induced, they had actually called a couple of days early to say that the ward was less busy than normal, could i come in earlier than planned? and of course, i said yes...

9am
We arrived for the induction at the labour ward. The induction room at our hospital had 4 beds in it, each with a separate curtain for privacy. However each space was pretty small, just about enough space to sit on a ball if you wanted, and enough space for your bags and a chair for the birthing partner to sit in. One of the hardest parts about induction is being confined in this space waiting for something to happen.

10am 
After a little intro into what induction would entail, and what options/routes it could take, i was put on monitoring to check my baby's heartbeat and my contractions. it turned out that i was already having some small contractions, but nothing major. they also did an internal exam to see if i was dilated already, and i was about 1-2cm.



12pm 
because of the mild dilation and contractions, they decided to give me a 6hr pessary instead of the 24hr. so that was put in at about midday - quite an uncomfortable process as it has to go in a very exact place in your cervix... so for me there was quite a bit of wiggling and shoving and manoeuvring around to get it in the right place. but it was worth the discomfort to make sure it did its job properly.

then i was immediately placed on more monitoring to check it started to do something straight away. when that was confirmed i was allowed off the monitoring, and they told me to get up and about and go for a walk to "get things going".

1pm 
i walked with Pete over to the hospital shop to get sandwiches and ate them outside on a bench. on the way over there i wasn't really feeling anything, but then by the time we sat to eat the sandwiches i was feeling regular pains, not too strong, but definitely present.

2pm
by this time the contractions were fairly thick and fast - it's a strange sort of muscle memory, and it made me feel really emotional, recalling the last time, thinking of the pain to come, as well as the joy, and really feeling like "ok, we're gonna have this baby soon!"

i needed to go back to my bed, and sit, so we found a ball and sat on that - the ball was lovely in those early stage pains, because you can change your position easily to relieve pressure, and it's easy to sit on and lean on the bed too. i loved the ball and was so grateful there was one available.

3pm
i was put on more monitoring, and the contractions were already at 4 every 10 minutes. the midwives were impressed!

4-6pm
we waited. waited on monitoring for half the time to check the frequency didn't get too strong too fast. and then we ate some dinner. the thing about induction is that it brings on the contractions, but that doesn't always mean something is happening... so you can contract without any dilation, without any shortening/ripening of the cervix. at least that's my understanding, as well as my experience.

6:30pm 
i had an internal exam,. they concluded that there was some small thinning of the cervix but not more dilation, eg not enough to break the waters (which was the next step). but as i was contracting still 4/5 in 10 i was told to wait longer,. the midwife suggested i do a sidewards wiggle walk up the hospital stairwell. which i did, another 3/4hrs seemed daunting in that tiny space, and any distraction was welcome.

i felt really low for half an hour - the idea of more contractions without progress was frustrating - i wanted to meet my girl! and i knew that every hour of contractions was tiring me out for the main event. i had so badly wanted to do this labour faster and without any pain relief... i cried. and then realised that my mood was affecting my contractions, and decided to be determined and positive again. it's crazy how quickly my attitude change affected my contractions.

10pm 
i was put on more monitoring, which showed that the contractions were getting stronger. i was really having to breathe through them at this point.

10:30pm 
i had another internal exam, and they decided that i was just about dilated enough (about 3cm) to break my waters.

11:10pm
my waters were broken. perhaps the most uncomfortable thing ever! it takes a while to find and hook cervix with finger first, and the first student midwife's fingers were too little for my long body, so i had to have it done twice. i was also refusing any sort of pain relief at this point, although it had been offered to me. but oh my goodness, it was a horrid feeling, on top of breathing through the contractions. but after many minutes of wiggling around the midwife hooked it, then used the giant crochet hook to break it. my water came leaking out everywhere, lots and lots.

11:20pm
i was moved straight to the delivery room.

which was good, because the contractions got wayyyyy worse!

1:30am
i decided that an epidural was needed, as my body was too tired from all the contractions and lack of progression earlier in the labour. and i knew that if it was going to take much longer that i would need some intervention. also, my legs were starting to shake, and i could barely hold myself up on the ball or on my feet. the only other option was the bed, and i know that lying down was far more uncomfortable. i also knew that it would take an hour or so for the anaesthetist to be available, so i wanted to get ahead.

whilst i waited for the anaesthetist, the midwives put a canula in my wrist - i still have bruising from a couple of failed attempts. i tried also to eat some toast, because you aren't allowed to eat with an epidural in.

2:30am
the anaesthetist arrived to administer the epidural. it's a really tricky procedure, requiring exact position for placement, so i had to sit on the edge of the bed, squeezing my husband's hands whilst i stayed as still as i could during contractions whilst she administered it. i kept repeating "the pain will be over soon" and then finally by about 3:15am it started to work and i felt that warming numbness pass down my legs, not quite to the end of my toes.

3:30am
i had another internal check, and i was declared 4cm dilated, and officially in active labour. i was still having the same amount of contractions, but i wasn't able to feel them!!

3:30-7:30am
i had on and off sleep, realisitcally i was dozing, and probably only slept for about 10 minutes at a time. i was having checks done every 30minutes, on my sugar levels, my blood pressure and to check the epidural wasn't spreading with a cold spray. i could also top up the epidural every half an hour, so i did that when i needed to.

one thing that really surprised me about the hospital was the permanent 1to1 midwife care during active labour. literally no-one left my side. and then every hour my midwife would get another midwife to double check the baby heartbeats, to make sure they weren't missing anything.

we were both so happy to be able to sleep a little. it had been quite an intense day.


the thing is, last time with my son, i had an epidural because it was the only form of pain relief my Belgian hospital offered, so i knew i could trust that it would work, and i knew how it worked. and even though i'd really wanted to labour naturally, i knew with the facilities available to me and the fact that the induction had been relatively slow, that i just didn't have the stamina or strength.

7:30am
another internal exam - and this time i was fully dilated! they said it so casually, i was like hold on what?! then standard practice with an epidural is to wait for another hour before you begin the pushing, just to make sure your body is ready, as you can't usually feel that pushing urge.

7:30-8:30am
handover to new shift staff and meet new midwives that will birth our girl. we were also asked if a 1st year Junior doctor could watch the birth, and we agreed - it was his second week of the course and he needed to tick the box 'watch a baby being born', and so it was really cool to be the first birth he would ever witness.

8:30am
we commenced pushing. it is so weird pushing with an epidural, as you can easily put all the force into the wrong place, and so you really need guidance as to if you're doing it right. they did keep saying that i was doing really well, but it went on for a long time...

9:45am
as pushing gets stronger, babies heart rate is dropping with contractions as my O2 levels drop, this is usual but midwife decides to review with a doctor.

9:50am
reviewed by Junior doctor who passes case to obstetrician. they consider the positioning of the head might not be where it needs to be to crown. they have a feel for where babies head lies. apparently i kept almost crowning and then she would slip straight back up.

10:00am
the obstetrician says to keep going for half an hour and we will review then, as i was pushing so well.

10:10am
obstetrician asks for review from consultant as baby is not birthing as quickly as expected (later our diabetic consultant suggested that the labour could/should have been allowed to continue naturally and this might be as a result of diabetic bias amongst the team at the time).

10:15am
the consultant reviews and determines exact baby positioning, suggests an episiotomy and forceps in the labour room will be enough to deliver baby imminently.

10:20am
obstetrician prepares for this by wearing scrubs and cleaning herself. a baby resuscitation cart is wheeled into the room in place of the cot in case of complications, along with a neonatal paediatrician. i was feeling overwhelmed by all the movements around me, without anyone really asking permission, or feeling like things had been explained adequately. i cried the second i saw the resus cart arrive, it felt all too similar to the birth of my son.

10:36am
pulled with forceps, quite easily, and had the midwives pull my legs back to get the shoulders out, she arrives! she was immediately placed on my chest, vernex, blood and all. thankfully she needs no help from the paediatrician, she cries a little, seems to be very well and also very large! the cord was left for a time to drain, as the placenta was born, and then we breastfed pretty much straight away (whilst i was being stitched back up).

i was kept on a drip for 4 hours in the room - oxytocin (to stop further bleeding - i'd lost 500ml in the process, which is on the border of concern - and contract my uterus further) and sodium lactate (keep my fluids and electrolytes up). during which time she was weighed - a glorious 9lb 1oz, or 4150g - the midwife wrote up my notes, we called our family to tell them the good news, and we took lots of pictures of her cute little cheeks...


4pm
then i was moved to another ward for recovery, blood pressure checks and catheter removal checks (pee twice) post-epidural.

checks on our girl the following day, we discovered a broken collar bone (clavicle), and severe tongue tie, otherwise all well. we went for an X-ray to confirm the clavicle. and the physio was booked for the following week. apparently should heal itself within a week! newborns have really quick healing rates usually. we went home that evening, 36 hrs after she was born.

however, when my milk came in, i got a low grade flu/fever, i was shakey, had a high blood pressure, and my temperature elevated. it went away with breastfeeding. i was sent in to the hospital for review, and they sent me home with antibiotics as a precaution (the blood test results showed i had an infection). i felt better about 36 hrs later after starting the antibiotics.

then, a couple days later, at our next midwife appointment, we spotted she was getting jaundiced, and so we ended up spending two nights in the hospital having blue light phototherapy, and now we are finally home and i'm sat here again, engorged breasts, slightly yellow baby, still with a tongue tie (that hopefully will be fixed next Tuesday) and needing much more sleep than i got at my second stay in the hospital...



birth is different for everyone, but that's my story. please ask questions if  you have them, either here in the comments, or via DM on my Insta (@thealissaevelyn). i hope you found that interesting!

Friday, 13 September 2019

what's in my hospital bag? preparing for our baby girl

hey all, today i'm sharing my packing list for my hospital bag. i'm prepared for a long stay in hospital, because of my diabetes and the fact that last time i had a preemie at 35 weeks... so it might be more than a person really needs, but i'm prepared for a few nights stay and a baby in neonatal care with the amount i have!


hospital bag checklist

for baby:
a pack of size 1 nappies (we use Bambo Nature - UK/US)
biodegradable/compostable nappy bags (UK/US)
wet wipes (we love Water Wipes because they are just water and grapefruit extract - UK/US)
changing mat
clothes for baby, inc. socks, hat & scratch mitts
baby blanket
muslins & swaddle cloth
nappy change cream (Weleda is our fave - UK/US)

for mama:
slippers & socks
breastfeeding bra (i love the iLoveSIA ones via Amazon - UK/US)
3 tshirts (easy to breastfeed in and good for photos)
yoga trousers
nightdress
large black panties
maternity pads
breast pads
water spray
giant water bottle, with sports cap or straw
fennel tea bags (my favourite is the Three Fennel by Pukka - UK/US)
2 bottles of energy drink
antibacterial hand gel
my expert midwife spritz for bitz (UK/US)
toiletries bag: body wash for sensitive skin, facial wipes, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, hairbands, earplugs
mints
snacks
birth notes & birthplan

for my backpack:
purse/wallet
phone
spare charger
camera
medical supplies
lip balm
music, hypnobirthing, tens machine, birthing ball, swimwear for birth pool - or other additional birth aids you need - i'm not taking anything other than my phone with a playlist ready to go!

also, read my living life with a newborn blog, which has so much useful info in, i would really recommend reading it, it's so juicy!


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Monday, 9 September 2019

summertime and the living is (mostly) easy

hey everyone, i just wanted to check back in here with a round-up of my favourite summer photos and moments. because this blog here is a journal of sorts for me, and it's so lovely to look back on things. and also, let's face it, that last blog post was sort of a downer, and i wanted to show you all that we're doing well and we had such a happy summer.

this was the first summer where we've experienced it as a 'summer holiday' from school. our boy has been at preschool since this last February, and was doing quite a few mornings by the time summer rolled around. so it was equal parts nervous about having him full time and excited that i would get to spend this precious time with him before our girl arrives this autumn.

well, the time flew past, and was absolutely filled with happy friends and families, new experiences and lots of great bonding time between us both. it's been so lovely to go through the summer album and look back at all of those memories we shared - i will treasure them forever...

at the beginning of this year we moved into our new house, and with it, a new garden. so this year was my year to experiment with growing a few things and see how they went...

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...this summer was fairly productive in the garden - there are two main issues with the garden, firstly there's a huge oak tree which means the garden is in shade for half the day, which means that sun-loving plants just didn't thrive. secondly, the soil is terrible! the garden hasn't been loved on in a long time, and so it will be my mission over the coming years to add good nutrients back to the soil, but all these things take time.

things that did do well: wildflowers (they love poor soil), edible flowers (see borage and nasturtiums above), peas + sweet peas, tomatoes (ish), herbs & flowers in containers.

we started the summer holiday by making some new friends, and meeting up with some lovely insta-friends in real life at our local gardens. it was a really special moment, confirming to all of us that went how social media can be amazing if used correctly. it was amazing to be in the company of other stay-at-home mums, talking about transitioning to two, how we were all coping with little ones and sharing similar stories. it was such an encouragement to me, and a great way to begin our summer.


there was a looooot of baking this summer, which was odd given how hot the whole summer was really. but i felt like i was in my groove with baking, and that i just needed to keep practicing. red bean paste buns (pictured below, basically cinnamon roll dough with red bean paste spread on instead), marmalade brioche, loads of cookies and brownies too.



i also made 45 jars of jam/jelly over the summer! the blackberries appeared in our southern neck of the woods at the very end of July this year! so i started to pick and didn't stop for a couple of weeks. and then fortune had it that just up the road, literally a 1 minute walk away, was an abundant apple tree where i was allowed to scrump to my hearts delight. so blackberry and apple jam it was, all i had to buy were jars and sugar.



one of the most fun things we did was to that my dad sent my son a pot of caterpillars, and we got to watch them turn into butterflies... a really quick process, and so incredible to watch with little ones. we loved it and would definitely do it again another year.


we didn't go on holiday as such, but we did get to go and stay with some friends down in Devon, and so we got to stroll the cliffs and beaches, eat cream teas and enjoy the fresh sea breeze.



we also discovered our local lake, completely man-made but still beautiful. we visited a couple of times, and will continue to do so on nice sunny days, it's just such a peaceful spot...



we did a lot of hosting in our new home - there were even several weeks straight when the house was not without a guest. it is our greatest joy to host friends and family, to feed them food and to enjoy their company. we always particular love a good weekend breakfast with friends, especially when we get to eat outdoors.



of course, i spent a while growing our little girl! thankfully the heat didn't get to me much, thanks to great insulation in our house, and also the giant tree in our garden providing much-needed afternoon shade. it was miraculous to watch my little bump grow into a big one throughout the summer months.



home improvements and DIY projects were abundant this summer - my husband and i both took on so many different little bits and bobs, so we would feel nice and cosy in our home this winter, and not feel like there was an abundance of things to do around us. and really enjoy our home together. most of our home diy's are on a highlight on my instagram stories, if you're curious.


we got the pleasure of meeting our new nephew, who was born in the middle of August, and we got to share so many cuddles and precious first moments. he's so gorgeous...


my hair grew like wildfire, thanks to pregnancy hormones and prenatal vitamins... and i kept it curly all summer long, often sporting some sort of braid or bun on days 4/5/6 of course!


most of all i was so happy to spend the summer with my little boy, who i so enjoyed spending time with and nurturing into the man he will become one day. we spent a lot of time outdoors, playing on his 'tractor' and digging up his little corner of the garden. we read a lot of new books together, and he really got into longer stories with fewer pictures. he learnt so many new words, and his conversational skills improved loads. he was a pleasure to be with, and i'm so pleased i get to call him my son.



the last thing i did was to make sure to spend a little bit of time faith journaling every time he napped (which was about every other day). when i didn't get to do it, i noticed a distinct difference in my attitude and temperament - and i'm thankful for the coming cooler seasons where i get to do it more. it's my daily way to connect with something greater than myself, to align myself with truth and to fill myself with His word.


so there you have it, our summer. chilled and lovely and homely. everything i could've wanted it to be. i feel so blessed.

currently listening to: bloom by the paper kites