For those that haven’t already noticed, Kate has added some more pictures into a gallery. Click the photo below to go to there. Enjoy!
Yes indeed folks, the C-Section date is setâ€¦â€¦.. although, in the words of the Doctor, we are merely â€œpencilled inâ€ for the 16th January which isnâ€™t quite as concrete like as you might hope but works for me for the time being!
So, yesterdayâ€™s appointment was a whole host of unnecessary palavers â€“ Iâ€™m sure that the Doctor is a lovely person, but she proved to be completely unable to read patient notes and totally lacking in the tact department!
She started by trying to persuade me that I actually wanted to give birth naturally â€“ given that right from the word go I have been totally upfront with everyone about my desire to have a 2nd c-section and have had nothing but reassurance that that would be fine from the medical persons I have spoken to up to this point, I was slightly surprised by this u-turn and also felt that this was something that should have been broached about 6 months ago and not when you only have 5 weeks remaining till your due date!
Having reluctantly â€œpencilled us inâ€, she then wanted to have a listen to Baby and have a good feel of my middle. This involved 5 minutes of trying to locate the heartbeat whilst muttering about it being â€œhard to findâ€ and me getting slightly more panicked each time she moved the machine to a new location and still didnâ€™t pick it up â€“ what I hadnâ€™t realised was that she hadnâ€™t taken the time to read the midwifes notes from my Friday appointment that made reference to the fact that she felt that Baby was currently in a Breech position, and therefore she was trying to find itâ€™s heartbeat in itâ€™s bottom! Having poked at me a bit more she said â€œI think this Baby may be breechâ€ and with that, located the heartbeat just under my ribs! Easy Peasy!
Another bout of poking and a whipping out of the tape measure revealed my oversized bump, another thing that had come to light at Friday’s appointment â€“ having said that, the midwife’s measurements had me at 37 weeks instead of 34 and a half and the Doctor’s had me at 42! I can assure people that I had not eaten that much cake over the weekend and, if she had taken her note reading pills that morning, a little red warning flag would have been waving in her head and suggesting that she might want to re-measure me just to be on the safe side!??
As it stands, I now have to go and have a GTT (that being a Glucose Tolerance Test not a Gin and double Tonic!) on 2nd of January, her thought being that Babyâ€™s large size is due to my having Gestational Diabetes regardless of the fact that I have NEVER displayed any symptoms nor has there ever been any Glucose in my urine samples in either of my pregnancies (and that includes that sample on Friday, Sunday and the one I did 10 minutes before seeing the Doctor on Monday!) followed by a scan on 3rd January to check whether we are still the wrong way up and to check kidney function â€“ perhaps I should have mentioned at this point that my Grandma had 5 children, all naturally and the lightest was my Mum at 9 and 1/2lbs and the heaviest was my Uncle Ted who weighed a minimum of 14 lbs.â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦that was as far as the scales went, so it was most likely more!
Iâ€™m sorry if all of that comes across as a bit of a rant, and it may well have been made worse by my being somewhat hyper sensitive at the moment, but I did come away in tears wondering what you have to do to get people to actually listen to what you are telling themâ€¦â€¦..or to at least read your notes before embarking on an examination!?
Asides from that, we havenâ€™t been up to an awful lot recently. Isabel had her first immunisations this morning (delayed because of clashes with Cleft Palate surgery) which she wasnâ€™t overly thrilled about but cheered up with the help of some stickers that the nurse gave her!
The end of the week will see us heading off on our Christmas Tour and then it will be back home to gear up for returns to work and the last bits of preparation before Baby makes his or her appearance a couple of weeks later!
Can you believe it???? Two weeks today is Christmas Day – thank goodness I have finally managed to be the organised shopper I hope to be every year and have done my shopping! I’ve even managed to send things to New Zealand – admittedly, it was on the last posting day (according to Royal Mail!) but I did it so feel very proud of myself……..but I am sorry if those of you on the other side of the world don’t receieve things in time for Xmas itself!
The whizzing by of time also means that we only have, very roughly, a month to go until “Bob” joins the Winchurst Clan – and again, I have amazed myself by being well organised in that department as well!!! The Double Pushchair has been mulled over, chosen, ordered and arrived and, thanks to Aunty Catherine, the tiddly Baby clothes have been rooted out and sorted through……….that also allowed us to get on and pack the Baby Hospital Bag – one down and one to go!! All we have to do now is hope that Isabel doesn’t unpack it too many times – and if she does, hope that she doesn’t move them too far from the source so that it can be easily packed up again! At least this time no little furry creatures will be able to wee in it (in case you didn’t know, it did happen last time and was very smelly and very annoying!) so it should be safe until we need it!
So now all we have to do is finish the last couple of Baby related jobs (like buying the stand for the Moses Basket!) and we can sit back and relax over the festive period – not that I had any intention of doing anything else………….in my current beached whale like state, even getting into bed can be slightly problematic at times so an excuse to be waited on hand and foot is not something you have to think about too much!
There we were, sitting down watching a bit of television before we went to bed when we suddenly realised Isabel (who was in her high chair at the time) was chuckling to herself. After a few minutes it became almost hysterical laughter. We were initially a little baffled but suddenly realised we were watching a programme that included a number of video clips of people riding bikes (in fact they were unicycles) and falling off. Apparently Isabel found this to be rather amusing, as she did with the clips of gymnasts who didn’t quite manage to land correctly they showed later on in the programme. Oh dear – it looks like we have a little sadist on our hands!!