Urrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh, I am having a horrid week! poor baby 1(Cal) is teething!not one, not two...but the grand total of six teeth!!six!! I'm consoling myself with the fact that maybe its better to get them all through together, but at the same time he's gone from being a lovely little angel (well almost!) to being an absolute horror! he's started throwing his food all over the floor and refusing to eat anything other then yoghurts or breadsticks. He is dribbling so much I feel like I need to follow him around with a mop! (though at least his dribble bibs are pretty cool!) Calpol is our new best friend, well sometimes, other times he just screams nooooo, and knocks the spoon out of my hand covering me in lovely pink slime!
Then to make matters worse I'm struggling with feeding baby 2 (Joe) I suppose at 6 weeks we're still establishing breastfeeding- though stupidly I decided to start supplementing with formula, one in the morning and one in the evening because he had failed to gain his birth weight after 3 weeks. now however I'm trying to reverse it, but my milk supply seems to be dwindling before even cutting the formula- I can barely get an ounce when expressing! currently trying to increase my supply by taking fenugreek and eating more porridge than the three bears and goldilocks put together.(oats are supposed to increase supply apparently!)
Between the teething tantrums and constant feeding I barely have a chance for anything else during the day (they're both asleep now!) so I was really pleased with myself when I had a shower, did my make -up, got the boys ready and went out shopping with my sister this morning-well I was until I was putting the pram back into the car and as I was leaning over and my sister said ''Errrm I can see your Knickers....and you've got them on inside out!' . Oh....
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Monday, 6 June 2011
The story continued!
Well, I didn't get too far yesterday, so I'm going to make like campbell's soup and condense things a bit,( I'm sure I'll write up the details a bit further down the line.) So anyway, there we were expecting Little Miracle number 1,and we were absolutely over the moon-my pregnancy went pretty well (except for having morning sickness which lasted 32 weeks, but it was a small price to pay for finally achieving our dream!)We decided we wanted to get married before the baby was born, so sneaked off to have a quiet registry office wedding, with only our immediate family in attendance-we planned on having our 'Big Day' a year later, so the baby could join us!
Little miracle 1 was finally born in February 2010 weighing 6lb 10oz, everything was great except for his very slow weight gain (I was breastfeeding) which I worried about constantly, at 8 weeks I made the difficult decision of combining breast and formula milk which he took to really well (but I cried buckets before making this choice, I felt like I was letting him down-but to look at my healthy, bright 16 month old now, I know that it didn't do him any harm at all.)
A year since our 'secret' wedding had passed and our big day was upon us, everything was ready, we planned on having a big outdoor ceremony with our little miracle (then aged 6 months) was going to give me away with my dad.
However two days before the wedding I was suffering with really bad abdominal pains and went to see the doctor thinking my endometriosis was back, knowing my history the doc said ''we'll just do a pregnancy test, just to rule that out'' neither of us expecting it to come back positive, she continued to ask about my symptoms and quickly glanced at the test,did a double take, and said '' well that's a surprise!'' Amazingly I was actually pregnant again, I couldn't wait to get home and tell Mr Lucky! unfortunately the joy was short-lived when the doc said 'but the pain might mean its ectopic so your going to need to go to hospital to get scanned.'
At the hospital I needed an internal ultrasound again (hello my old friend!) and Mr Lucky and I waited anxiously to see if the baby was where it should be, the sonogropher told us there was good news and bad- The baby was where it was supposed to be, but there was no heartbeat..she told us that maybe it was just to early and we'd need to go back in two weeks for another scan. We spent the wedding day and our honeymoon not knowing if we were having a baby or not, which was really difficult- but at least little miracle 1 was keeping us sane!finally the two weeks was up and we went back to the hospital for the next scan, I was filled with that same overwhelming feeling of happiness and relief as I did on 'official testing' day for little miracle number 1 when we saw little miracle 2's heartbeat flickering on the screen!
Just realised that I haven't really condensed this much at all! Anyway fast forward 9 months and here I am, a mummy of two little miracles,(both boys) one 16 months old, the other 3 weeks, I know that its not always going to be easy and everyday will have different challenges, but you know what...I wouldn't change it for the world!!
(I know the past two posts have been a bit long winded! but now we're up to date I'll be a bit more concise I promise!)
xxx
Little miracle 1 was finally born in February 2010 weighing 6lb 10oz, everything was great except for his very slow weight gain (I was breastfeeding) which I worried about constantly, at 8 weeks I made the difficult decision of combining breast and formula milk which he took to really well (but I cried buckets before making this choice, I felt like I was letting him down-but to look at my healthy, bright 16 month old now, I know that it didn't do him any harm at all.)
A year since our 'secret' wedding had passed and our big day was upon us, everything was ready, we planned on having a big outdoor ceremony with our little miracle (then aged 6 months) was going to give me away with my dad.
However two days before the wedding I was suffering with really bad abdominal pains and went to see the doctor thinking my endometriosis was back, knowing my history the doc said ''we'll just do a pregnancy test, just to rule that out'' neither of us expecting it to come back positive, she continued to ask about my symptoms and quickly glanced at the test,did a double take, and said '' well that's a surprise!'' Amazingly I was actually pregnant again, I couldn't wait to get home and tell Mr Lucky! unfortunately the joy was short-lived when the doc said 'but the pain might mean its ectopic so your going to need to go to hospital to get scanned.'
At the hospital I needed an internal ultrasound again (hello my old friend!) and Mr Lucky and I waited anxiously to see if the baby was where it should be, the sonogropher told us there was good news and bad- The baby was where it was supposed to be, but there was no heartbeat..she told us that maybe it was just to early and we'd need to go back in two weeks for another scan. We spent the wedding day and our honeymoon not knowing if we were having a baby or not, which was really difficult- but at least little miracle 1 was keeping us sane!finally the two weeks was up and we went back to the hospital for the next scan, I was filled with that same overwhelming feeling of happiness and relief as I did on 'official testing' day for little miracle number 1 when we saw little miracle 2's heartbeat flickering on the screen!
Just realised that I haven't really condensed this much at all! Anyway fast forward 9 months and here I am, a mummy of two little miracles,(both boys) one 16 months old, the other 3 weeks, I know that its not always going to be easy and everyday will have different challenges, but you know what...I wouldn't change it for the world!!
(I know the past two posts have been a bit long winded! but now we're up to date I'll be a bit more concise I promise!)
xxx
Sunday, 5 June 2011
The story so far...!
I always wanted children, I remember doing all the usual little girl stuff , playing mummy with dolls and the prams, It never occurred to me that I might never have children-I don't think it's something anyone really thinks until they start trying...and trying and nothing happens! I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so a year went by and me and Mr Lucky tried to pretend nothing was wrong and maybe 'timing wasn't quite right' , It was only when I felt really ill and got rushed to hospital I discovered something was a bit more serious-The doctors thought I had appendicitis but it turns out I had really bad Endometriosis that had attached itself to my appendix, so they took it away, and burned off as much of the endometriosis as they could, they also found cysts on my ovaries when they gave me an ultrasound, one of which turned out to be a Dermoid cyst (yes one of those yucky yucky things that some people believe are twins living inside you-I'm pretty sure they're not!!) we nick-named it Binnie and I did lots of research on it while waiting for another op a few months later to have it removed- mine was 'only' the size of a tennis ball, but I discovered that they can grow to be as big as watermelons!They can also contain hair and teeth, Binnie however was a toothless baldy, made up of mostly dead skin, or so I'm told!!
Once Binnie was removed Mr Lucky and I thought that our battle was over and that we'd DEFINITELY be having a baby soon,but soon another heartbreaking six months had passed and we decided to see the fertility specialist about treatment...and so it began,another six months, tons of blood tests later, sperm samples taken (Mr Lucky had a few funny tales of his own about those-might share later!) a Lap & Dye Procedure (injecting dye into my fallopian tubes to check if they were blocked or not) another op to remove some more endometriosis and a decision was made that we'd try Intra-Uterine Insemination (IuI) ..More tests, some hormone injections (one every other day!) internal ultrasounds and eventually the big day...Mr Lucky had to take his sample in to the hospital a couple of hours before I had the procedure, where they washed it and got it ready, then I had to go in and have it injected into me, (Reminded me of the scene in Brookside with Jacqui Dixon and Max Farnham and the Turkey baster, anyone??!!)anyway I was told to insert some pessaries to help thicken my womb lining for two weeks then take the test, but being the impatient person that I am I ended up testing a week early, I couldn't believe it when I Saw the faintest blue lines on the test, Mr Lucky told me not to get too excited as maybe it was just the extra hormones I'd had to inject. giving me a false positive, however each day I did another test and the line became a little clearer each time, and on the 'official' testing day, Mr Lucky went out and bought six pregnancy tests (he came home and told me two teenage girls were behind him in the till queue and he heard them giggling 'he should have used a condom!-he was very embarrassed!) Anyway sure enough the tests (yes, all six of them!) came back positive and little miracle 1 was finally on his way!!
Once Binnie was removed Mr Lucky and I thought that our battle was over and that we'd DEFINITELY be having a baby soon,but soon another heartbreaking six months had passed and we decided to see the fertility specialist about treatment...and so it began,another six months, tons of blood tests later, sperm samples taken (Mr Lucky had a few funny tales of his own about those-might share later!) a Lap & Dye Procedure (injecting dye into my fallopian tubes to check if they were blocked or not) another op to remove some more endometriosis and a decision was made that we'd try Intra-Uterine Insemination (IuI) ..More tests, some hormone injections (one every other day!) internal ultrasounds and eventually the big day...Mr Lucky had to take his sample in to the hospital a couple of hours before I had the procedure, where they washed it and got it ready, then I had to go in and have it injected into me, (Reminded me of the scene in Brookside with Jacqui Dixon and Max Farnham and the Turkey baster, anyone??!!)anyway I was told to insert some pessaries to help thicken my womb lining for two weeks then take the test, but being the impatient person that I am I ended up testing a week early, I couldn't believe it when I Saw the faintest blue lines on the test, Mr Lucky told me not to get too excited as maybe it was just the extra hormones I'd had to inject. giving me a false positive, however each day I did another test and the line became a little clearer each time, and on the 'official' testing day, Mr Lucky went out and bought six pregnancy tests (he came home and told me two teenage girls were behind him in the till queue and he heard them giggling 'he should have used a condom!-he was very embarrassed!) Anyway sure enough the tests (yes, all six of them!) came back positive and little miracle 1 was finally on his way!!
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