Again behind with posting this pregnancy update but oh well, better late than never.
Had a hectic but lovely time in Hampshire last weekend. Unfortunately Hayden was not quite himself, not unwell just really whiney and annoying if I’m honest. However, it’s lovely for him to see grandparents, great grandparents and uncles/aunties (a large proportion of mine and Mikes families live in Hampshire, so going to visit often entails doing a bit of tour!). The weekend was topped off with a baby shower afternoon tea and some fun games, I particularly enjoyed guessing who’s who with baby photos, very amusing! It was really nice to catch up with local friends and family, especially my sister Charlie who I haven’t seen in a while. Baby and I were very spoilt with gifts, including pampering bits for me (yay!), baby clothes and soft toys and a stunning homemade baby bouquet with baby socks/vests as roses. A big thank you to my mother in law Caroline and my sister in law Carrie Anne for organising!
After the busy weekend I had hoped the week would be a more relaxed affair. However this did not get off to the best start on Monday when I had to go to my consultant appointment at the hospital to discuss mode of delivery. I was running late, had not any
breakfast and managed to drive the car into the parking barrier on my way into the car park! After hysterically calling Mike to tell me what an idiot I was, I then waiting an hour for my appointment as consultant was running behind. I am normally pretty understanding of NHS delays as I work in a hospital but my appointment was at 10am so it’s pretty impressive they were already an hour behind schedule! Plus I think my lack of breakfast was perhaps making me a tad hangry!
I have been seeing the consultant during this pregnancy because of suffering a third degree tear during Hayden’s birth which resulted in a post partum haemorrhage, a trip to the operating theatre and a 3 unit blood transfusion. Although this all sounds fairly dramatic, and I suppose in some ways it was, it’s not this part that I look back on with terror. It’s the idea of going through the recovery period again. When I got home from the hospital, I was in so much pain and uncomfortable in every position. It was unbearable lying/standing/sitting and although things did gradually improve over the next 6-8 weeks it felt like a lifetime and was initially really difficult to look after a newborn whilst being so physically uncomfortable. I can honestly say that I have never been so scared in my life as I was having my first poo after giving birth, I was so terrified of tearing my stitches/breaking myself in two that I actually sobbed with relief afterwards! Probably a bit too much information there for some sorry!
Anyway needless to say I am keen to avoid this happening again this time round. I initially saw the consultant back at 28 weeks and the relatively brief discussion went along the lines of me stating I really didn’t want to tear again and him stating that his advice would be to have a natural birth again as I have suffered no faecal incontinence from my tear but that if I felt very strongly about it they would agree to a Caesarean section. This was pretty much what I expected them to say so didn’t help much. I felt torn (pardon the pun! Lol) about what option I should choose. On one hand, a Caesarean section would mean no third degree tear and would make planning easier with Hayden, but I would still have the Caesarean recovery to deal with, in addition to looking after a newborn and toddler. Or I roll the dice and opt for a natural birth and hope I don’t suffer the same degree of tear. In the end I have decided to try for a natural birth but with instructions to midwife to be hands on with second stage of labour to try and prevent any tearing.
The appointment this week was I think mostly to double check that there was no reason to rethink delivery method. The whole appointment was a bit of a waste of time if I’m honest. The consultant, who is old-school in nature, swanned in, barely looked at me, with I can only assume a medical student in tow as he didn’t actually introduce her, and simply asked if I felt I was any bigger in size this time round. I replied that no I didn’t think so, to which he said great, no need to change the plan from a vaginal birth then and that was that! He briefly measured my tummy on couch, not helping me on or off the bloody thing and then promptly handed me my notes and sent me on my way! Bedside manner left a lot to be desired.
Apart from feeling very huge, cumbersome and tired I doing ok this week, until I woke up on Thursday morning feeling really nauseaus, and proceeded to spend the rest of the day vomiting. After a bit of a google search I had wondered if this was perhaps the start of early labour rather than a viral illness but no further signs as yet so probably not! Saw the midwife who did say baby head now only 1/5th palpable so well engaged in my pelvis, so fingers crossed not too long now. Apparently they now don’t routinely see me again until 41 weeks! Really hope I don’t get to that stage. My lovely mummy came up to Bristol for the day to watch Hayden so I could rest in bed, which I really needed and appreciate, thanks mum!
Still feeling a bit nauseaus but I’m ok. I’m hoping for some last minute nesting energy to kick in soon to help me finish de-cluttering the house a bit, sorting out toys etc. Think that might be a bit ambitious as I seem to resemble a beached whale in appearance and limited activity more and more with each passing day!
Will catch up with you all next week, and who knows maybe this will be my last week of being pregnant!