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April 2009 Episode 15 Bebe & BB have babies n stuff(764 Posts)
Ah thanks Puzz! Let's hope that title holds true (!) - am way too full of babies to last for another thread!
I went for chocolate hobnobs in the end, they worked a trick and am now much more calm and measured - although having said that I almost poked a man's eyes out on the train home - snoring fat men and hormonal pregnant women don't go well together!! Also you would think that it was DH that was 7 months pregnant the way he was stomping his heavy feet around upstairs and is now scraping his dinner plate! OK maybe not so calm and measured!
I have zero patience for snoring. I regularly dig DH in the ribs. And not gently.
How are the preggers ladies? It's pretty stuffy at the moment.
Eurghhhhhhh!!!!! Zulu does that answer your question? I am melting!!!
30 weeks today. 49 inches round and more swollen than a dead fish!!!
6 more weeks of this and it's operation get these babies out!!!
How is Laura getting on?
How is everyone else?
First day working at home today in the final 4 weeks of work before mat leave - so glad I didn't have the commute but do miss the AC of work!
Oh, I feel for you BB. I am so enjoying being able to walk up a hill again.
Laura is great thanks. Although she is up a lot at night. I have given up putting her in her carrycot and have learned how to feed lying down again. And she vomits. Sandy never did that. What a waste of precious milk!
Hello ladies, it's been a while Huge congratulations to Bicnod and Zulu, fantastic news - sounds like you are both making two look easy! Have been terrible at keeping up with news but am assuming that bebe and BB are still pg given the thread title? And bebe you're back in the UK, I think? Hooray! BB have you stopped work yet?
Can't remember when I last came on but recent news this end is that Orbit Buttonhole has glue ear in both ears and a speech delay - I was airily saying 'There's nothing wrong, nothing wrong I tell you' when the nursery tried to point out that his speech wasn't doing very well, and then went to the doc's and oh look, poor child hears like he's underwater all the time. (Those of you on FB will already know this, I imagine). Since then though his speech has taken off like a rocket, so with any luck we won't need grommets or anything. Some of his mispronounciations do crack me up though - finger is minger, which makes tea time entertaining (Wow, Fish Mingers!)
I'm still in hateful hateful job, just had two weeks off, ten days of gorgeous sunshine in Cornwall and a few days at home just pottering. Don't want to go back but have interview on Thursday for fantastic job, am meant to be doing presentation right now hence MNetting . Please all cross your fingers, toes, legs, arms for me on Thursday morning, BB and bebe if you're giving birth please cross something for me if you can, although possibly not legs!
Hateful job going to drive me to the brink if I don't get this new job (like someone else we know - sorry to hear about that ) so must get this one or another one soon soon.
Orbit still hates going to bed, sigh, and I have had a radical haircut but seeing as none of you have seen me before, you probably have no idea how different I look! Has given me a new lease of life though.
Very very best of luck for Thursday. Do let us know how you got on.
Fish mingers almost made me splutter my coffee.
DH's dad had a 70th birthday lunch yesterday. Much wine was quaffed and by early evening the girls had everyone, young and old, up and dancing. It was quite something to behold.
Thanks Puzz! Still terrified. Also hoping the suit I ordered from John Lewis fits me, or I'll have to go in my good wool dress and turn an attractive shade of beetroot throughout the interview.
Birthday lunch sounds like fun - your girls truly are the party animals, aren't they? Bodes well for teenage years
WFH - good luck with Thursday - I will keep everything crossed for you (especially my legs after a very scary moment last night when I thought I might have been going into early labour! I wasn't just bloody painful). You'll be great! Let us know how you get on!
Karahan still isn't speaking - just words here and there. Took him to the HV who seemed completely unconcerned by it all as he was speaking more before his cousin arrived and then went mute for a month completely and is SLOWLY regaining everything. At the moment we have lots of copying words but nothing like formation of sentences yet. I am going to give him until he starts nursery in September then take him back if it's not further forward. If it's any consolation my best friend didn't speak until she was 3.5 and now she never shuts up and is one of the most well eloquent people I know!
Haircut sounds good, how radical are we talking? Nutty's red / purple hair changes?
Well eloquent?!?! Well spoken / eloquent!
BB - Will you be able to make the park? In fact, is that still on?
I don't think I've ever won a thread.
Poor me. Sniff.
Shall go to the garden and eat worms.
WFH I could swear you once beat me to it. But then Boff probably came along and claimed victory in her nonchalant style.
Just back from hols, where we had a trip to an Italian A&E where nobody spoke English, several small accidents that damaged the hire car quite badly, a power cut, a flooded kitchen, a diverted flight that meant it took us 4 hours longer to get to our destination than it should have, a bed soaked with wee because DH FORGOT to put a nappy on DD1 at bedtime, an evening where Hazel locked us out of our holiday villa, and all manner of other mishaps (if that is a word?). We had a great time though, honest.
Crikey Schulte, sounds like a sitcom episode.
I trust you have all seen this hilarious thread
...I'll let her tell us the rest
Morning ladies Hope you're all well!
BB how are you feeling?
How are the new job searches going for some of you others?
Schulte your Italian holiday sounds eventful! Glad it was still fun tho hectic.
So yep, I had Gwynneth Anne Francis on the 11th...
Prologue: Once upon a time (this is a long story) there was a girl who moved back from Germany 8ish months pregnant with her parents help. It was little stressful and she had lots of BHs on the way, but she and her husband and their dd Moo, enjoyed themselves greatly. (Her parents didn't care for the camping so much so were put up in near by hotels and so it wasn't so bad for them, tho the girl's dad was still a bit of stick in the mud)
They got back to the UK on Aug the 3rd or so and found the house which had been occupied by a supposed house cleaner not as clean as they hoped and filled with lots of stuff which wasn't actually theirs... so frantic nesting started (much to the further chagrin of the girl's father). With things still in a great state of 'not done-ness' they sent the girl's parents back to the States on the 9th via a London bound train with a little worry abt the riots and unrest, but out of necessity.
On the 10th of August the girl and her husband went out shopping for some last baby bits for the hospital bag and looked for a baby bouncer which suited the husband's criteria. With no luck on the bouncer they returned home to their very messy, disorganised house, but with a sigh the girl went to bed when her daughter did at abt 9. The husband stayed up with the promise to clean up some of the mess before coming to bed. At 1.30ish am he came to bed and the girl got up and went to the toilet and brushed her teeth because she had forgotten.
2.26am girl wakes up again realising she's been having some contractions while sleeping. She laid in bed for a while and thought 'oh these are stronger then before and hmmmm I feel a little anxious/panicky. Should I wake dh? nah. The poor guy only just fell asleep.' However after the realisation that the contractions were not stopping and were coming in a rather rhythmic fashion abt every 5 min or so and feeling still a bit panicky I woke him gently. So he got up and called his parents to come over (they were 1.5 hrs away) and we started getting ready to go. We called the MLU to give them a heads up and see where we needed to go and were told we'd be going to the Consultant led unit since we'd not been seen by any midwife over here for ages. We continued to get ready.
We got called back by the Consultant midwife at 3.15 to get more info. While on the phone to them my waters broke and trickled a little. I went to get myself cleaned up. Dh called his parents; they were 20min away. No problem just a little more urgent...going to get Bebe downstairs and we'll leave the moment you get here.
3.20ish waters gushed! while on the bed and suddenly I was hardcore contracting and screaming thru back labor. DH pulled a maternity dress on over my head despite my protests that I wanted nothing on You cannot go out of the house without covering up a little hun you'll be devastated later. I relented and started down the stairs while DH threw the bag in the car. Down 5 stairs and I started screaming and felt the need to push (but resisted as much as I could thinking it was similar to last time where I was back laboring for ages but was told not to push yet) Down first full set of steps...DH called ambulance as I was not moving fast enough and apparently screaming the whole way (thinking I'd get pain relief faster). (Hospital is only 7min away driving normal speeds) Half way down the second set of steps the in-laws arrived and suddenly even tho I was trying not to push my body was pushing. Managed to get down the last bit of stairs onto the tile floor. Went down on all fours pretty much unable to move with constant contractions.
There was a (long for me) pause during which I thought OMG am I transitioning??? Surely not tho. It feels just like when I labored for hours with Meg. Dh wanted to get me in the car. Not going anywhere! I told him as contractions started again. Started pushing again without 'trying' to. Felt the head and the closeness to crowning. It felt very wrong, feared baby was stuck somehow (it was because I was on all fours and the baby was quite far back)
4.35ish (I'm told) EMS walk in the front door. Stuck G&A in my mouth as I crowned.
4.50 Gwynneth born in full.
5.02 birthed the placenta while the guys were busy with something else. Which set them to joking and laughing that I was really in a hurry.
Midwife arrived 5.20.
(ambulance and midwife got super lost because it's a newer development and not on satnav and apparently DH's directions when they both called other times were not clear enough)
Epilogue: Midwife who came was on her 4th call in the 24hr period. She said I didn't need stitches so didn't need to go to hospital so the EMS guys left. there was a lot of bickering going on btwn them all tho I was not completely conscious of it all....
3 in the afternoon 2nd midwife came to just double check on everything. She looked at my bits and said, um i think you need to go in, you really look like you need to be stitched as while near the 'outside' it's very superficial i can see that further in it's not...and it looks rather deep to me and(TMI alert) close to your anus. Worried tho because it's so far after the fact it's uncertain whether it'll stitch up very well IF you do need the stitches as I fear.
Went into the hospital after searching high a low for baby carseat bits that DH said he knew 'exactly' where they were... had to borrow seat off neighbor. Another midwife looked at me and went 'sorry I definitely need to get a doctor in; I won't be able to stitch that myself.' Went thru a very uncomfortable stitch up which was made worse by swelling... superficial on the outer but a very badly positioned 3 degree interior as it goes further in. I cannot sit, only lay and painkillers are pretty useless, but today is better than yesterday when I couldn't nap for the pain.
Boff I forgot to ask how you're doing. xxx Hope you're resting. Where in Brittany were you? I met DH in a little place outside of St. Brieuc.
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