I just had a quick look at my blog to see when I last updated, and it was TWO WEEKS AGO!!! That's so bad! So here I am to do something about it, lol!
Well let's see.... I will be 16 weeks pregnant tomorrow - how on earth did that happen?! I looked up Sausage's length tonight because this morning when I woke up and put my hand to my little bump where the baby is, it felt a bit tender, and there was a shape pressing out against my tummy. When I felt it carefully, I wondered if it might be Sausage's back. It was about 4-5 inches long, absolutely horizontal across my uterus (which was a bit tender at either "end"!), and maybe 1.5 to 2 inches across. I didn't really know how big Sausage might be at this stage, having not looked it up for a few weeks, so I thought I'd do so tonight. Well, at 16 weeks, Sausage should be 4.5 inches long from head to bottom! So I am pretty sure I was feeling my little baby's back pressing out for the first time! :) It felt pretty BIG to me, considering how not-that-pregnant I still feel, and look. And I'm barely feeling movements, so it's strange to feel such a large object there and know it's the baby, while not really being that "aware" of it yet!
This past week I am feeling movements more consistently, definitely every day now, and usually more than once or twice, but always sooooo faint and tiny and gentle. Sometimes I can barely tell that it was a baby wiggle. I feel squirmy movements sometimes, like a strange swirling pressing motion somewhere around my bikini line, which are a little bit uncomfortable. These last few days I have felt the first proper little pops and taps of actual kicks, but they're sooooo adorably tiny! How I LOVE this part! :D
The boys asked to hear Sausage's heart beating last week, so amidst great excitement, I used the doppler to let them hear. They LOVE hearing the boinks and splatches that show Sausage's (MANY!) vigorous movements, but this particular time it seemed very much like Sausage was asleep! :) The heart rate was steady, never changed at all over a few minutes, and it was so much slower than we've heard it before - 145bpm. Usually it's way up around 170 or something. Well, I say usually, but we haven't really listened in many times, or for a while lately. Anyway, there were two faint sounds of a foot or hand, but they were so gentle and it could easily have been a sleep movement. I am pretty sure Sausage was sleeping - so sweet! :)
On Thursday this week (16w1d) I am going for my consultant appointment at the hospital (re. the many babies and Group B Strep, etc.) like last time. I am seeing the same consultant that I saw last time so hopefully that is a GOOD thing and he won't hang heavy on anything, since we've been there and done that. I'm so thankful I'll have Heather, my doula, with me all the same!
My doula has been AMAZING these last two weeks. She is now homeschooling her 13-year-old daughter, and she phoned a week or two ago to ask if they could come round the next morning. The boys LOVE her and were so excited, and we'd never met her daughter before so that was exciting too! She turned out to love the boys so much that she wants to come and play with them regularly in the New Year - she actually suggested to her mum that they make it a weekly or fortnightly thing to give me a break!!! Amazing girl! Anyway, they came with some lovely gifts for no particular reason. They'd baked chocolate cake, and bought an advent calendar with wooden boxes, and filled each box with 5 small things (one for each boy) like stickers, sweeties, etc. Soooooo lovely! The boys are having so much fun opening the boxes now that it's December. They brought a chocolate advent calendar for ME! :) They had just finished making their own Christmas Puddings, and had one spare to give to us! I am the only person in this house who eats them, and I LOVE them. At home (growing up) we always always made them ourselves, NEVER ate shop-bought ones (they SUCK in comparison, trust me!). I have had the odd shop-bought one since, but they're really so rubbish compared to homemade that I mostly go without Christmas Pud at Christmas now :( This year I get to have some because we're having a family gathering on Christmas Day at my brother's house, and my parents are bringing the homemade Christmas Pudding!!! Yay! But Heather has brought me a real homemade one too! I'm so touched by that, and happy to get to eat my way through one over the festive period, haha!
Anyway. Heather also gave me a Christmas card and told me to open it when they had left, and not to lose it. They stayed 4 hours and built railway tracks with the boys, and read a million stories, and generally entertained the little ones so well. After the left I went in the kitchen and opened the card, and there was a cheque inside for £700!!!! I was moved to tears when I saw it, and the note with it. There was a detailed explanation but basically God had told them to give it to us, so they did. God is SO GOOD to us, providing for our needs so wonderfully. We always seem to be at the end of what we can manage with, money wise, but it doesn't mean God ISN'T providing for our needs. He sees us and He does provide, in all sorts of ways, and I'm so grateful! The timing was amazing for me because in the two days beforehand, I had just taken quite some time to think about and draft a letter to my grandparents, to announce my pregnancy. It was fairly lengthy in the end, and I explained our thoughts and reasons, etc. I emailed it to my parents to give them a heads-up (they often get phoned first when there's big news that my grandparents want to rant about!) and also because they'd give me good feedback if it needed changing. I'm happy to have sent it to them in any case because, although they know our reasons for having lots of babies, they don't agree with them and it's nice to really lay it out and remind them that we are trusting God (and that's He is faithful!). None of my family are Christians. In the letter I wrote about God providing for us financially, even though it might not seem like it, so to receive a lot of money in the next couple of days was a real encouragement to me and I know that God timed it for a reason. I love God! :)
I will copy and paste my letter here in a separate entry, I think. It will be good to have it recorded here, because my dad said that when I have my next baby after this one (Yes! He said that!!! Totally normal and casual conversation too! :D ), it will be good to plan to announce to my grandparents this way again if it proves to work well.
Anyway, so my doula rocketh! :D I love her so much. When I phoned to thank her (profusely) the next morning, she told me about her daughter's request to come over regularly to help with the boys from January (she has other commitments until then) with Heather, and ohhhh it was so lovely. To top it all off, Heather told me she has absolutely no intention of letting me pay her this time around, and that she plans to "doula" me for free! I just had no words at all. She said that she DOES do a couple of freebies a year, and this time it's me :) But she said that I'm one of her very top favourite women to doula for, because I just do birth so well (she's so encouraging, really made me beam as she told me all this!) and it's absolutely no work for her at all. She said it's quick, straightforward, and silent, haha! She turns up with no need to work with me about what to do in this or that circumstance, or to help me make decisions, etc.
I MUST write my birth story for Samuel properly, but in a nutshell, I had a membrane sweep at 41 weeks exactly, had a night of cramps, diarrhoea and nausea, and not much sleep, all along losing bloody show. I phoned her EARLY, maybe 6-something am, to ask her if she could come over, and was sort of maybe having contractions, but just generally didn't feel great and was a bit nervous, and felt sure that this would lead to something pretty soon. She came over incredibly quickly, and prayed with me and sat with me. I lay on my bed and rested. Definitely started contractions, but I can't remember when that was a sure regular labour-ish thing. Midwife came and stayed, also in my room, on a chair at the end of my bed. I lay on my side and rested. Heather brought out some peppermint oil because I felt sick (never felt sick with labour before) and within 30 mins all nausea had utterly completely vanished and never returned (so thankful!).
I really don't remember the details enough off the top of my head, but I have Heather's notes somewhere, so I'll be able to do a proper more detailed birth story soon, hopefully!
Anyway, basically they decided labour started around 9am in the end, but since I am silent and restful the midwife commented that it's hard to tell what's going on in my labours (she was at Benjamin's birth too). I just breathe, and don't talk. Heather is silent too, and when a midwife arrives she intercepts them and tells them I need silence to labour, where possible. So I do! :) My own bed, silence, rest. Dealing with contractions as they come, with breathing. Heather sits by my side, either by the bed, or on the bed on the side I'm not lying on, writing her notes as I do things that she is tuned into and which the midwives don't notice (she gave them thumbs-up signs a lot apparently, as I did things which to her meant progress, but which they might not have noticed, lol!). After a while I want to take my glasses off (this gets a thumbs-up from Heather to the midwife) and shortly after that I want to cover my eyes when I am dealing with a contraction, and need to really work on focus and breathing to manage the pain. Covering my eyes apparently gets a madly excited thumbs up from Heather, haha, it made me laugh when she was telling me afterwards, because I had no idea at the time! ;)
Pretty soon (maybe this was 2 or 3 hours in?) I needed to hold Heather's hand during contractions and was making more "in pain" sounds like I wasn't dealing so well with the pain. She kept me focused, reminded me of the Bible verses I had on the walls, etc. But very quiet and very little speech all the while. Transition gets me more vocal, starting to say things at last, like I can't manage much more of the pain and I don't want to do any more contractions, because I truly feel like I can't TAKE IT ANY MORE! ;) Peak of transition for me = anxiety, panic sometimes. I actually had to push this time (gasp, haha!) for a few minutes, and before that set in I was really quite petrified for a while. Heather reminded me that it's normal, it's due to hormonal changes, it means the 2nd stage is starting, etc, it's going to be okay. She gets more involved at this point, and is more physically there fore me, holding my hand, giving me sips of water, using a cool facecloth on my face between contractions (I'm always so HOT!). I really NEED her at this point onwards, but until then I have been okay sort of on my own, in my own head.
With Samuel, for the first time since Arthur I got myself ready to push! I got propped up in bed like I wanted to be, and bent my knees up ready. And then I waited for a contraction, and PANICKED! I was terrified to go through the next part, and I suddenly became tearful and high pitched and shook my head saying I didn't want to doooo it, and didn't they know that I CAN'T do it, I just caaaan't?!! Heather was so supportive and strong for me when I needed that. And of course a contraction came and I pushed. For the first time we decided that I would like to try to control the birth itself, to minimise the risk of tearing (I always have a 2nd degree tear and did not fancy the stitches again - hate that part so much!). So it was the first time since Arthur that I have had some sort of coaching from a midwife whilst pushing. It was exactly what I needed, which I didn't expect! It put the control back in the scary uncontrollable descent of the baby's head, for me. I pushed a little bit and then the midwife would say, "Stop pushing." and I would blow blow blow like a crazy woman, and then she would ask me to push a little bit again, and so on until the contraction stopped. I had no idea of the bonus it would carry - the pushing was never overwhelming, and the sensations weren't either. If they got a bit much, I was blowing like crazy at that point, and therefore in control. I never once had the urge (or air, lol!) to do my usual noisy wailing as the head came down. I can't tell you how relieved I was about that, and proud/pleased too! :) I really really dislike making all that noise and feeling so out of control.
Anyway, yay, pushing went fine, and his head was out in no time. The worst part BY FAR (and it will sound crazy but I promise I am not kidding!) was the cramp in the back of my thighs after the first couple of minutes. UN.BELIEVABLY PAINFUL, lol! I was giving birth with no pain relief, and practically screaming, "Aaaaaargh, my THIGHS!!! Help, help!" during contractions, hahaha! It was very hard cramp though, and in such big muscles, ow ow ow ow. The midwife was trying to massage my hamstrings best she could, bless her! ;) This time I need to be FITTER. Or find a sure way of fully supporting both legs if I want to give birth in that position again! Anyway, so his head came out, and there it sat while I waited for another contraction, and that was about the hardest part of the birth. His torso seemed much bigger to me than his head and the sensation of him sitting in there was actually completely unbearable. I believe I raised my voice somewhat and semi-yelled, "Get him out! GET HIM OUT!!!" lol! It was just sooooo beyond uncomfortable and I needed to be relieved of the sensation IMMEDIATELY, I can't explain it. They soothingly said, "He's coming, don't worry!" I can't remember now if I decided I was waiting no longer and pushed for all I was worth (hello 5th 2nd degree tear. *sigh*), or if a contraction finally arrived and helped me. But anyway, out he came, and OH the instant relief, and the delight seeing my tiny love lifted up over me to my very eagerly outstretched arms. I remember saying, "Oh he's so TINY!!" because he was! And Heather snorting over to the side there, which kind of brought me back to earth with a bump! I said, "Isn't he?!" because he seemed sooooo weeny. Heather is seasoned at seeing newborn babies lifted over their mummies' tummies, and knew he wasn't a little baby! I was pretty much speechless a while later when they weighed him in at 9lbs 9oz, haha! I seriously would have had anxiety about that if I'd have known before the birth! ;) He was born at 1.41pm, about 4.5 hours or so after they think labour started.
Anyway. Heather says she loves my births, and would never want to miss one! I'm so grateful that she's not letting me pay this time. What a blessing she is! :) Today she phoned out of the blue to say her daughter had been wanting to see us again, and could they come over this afternoon. I have been having a bit of a frazzled hormonal NIGHTMARE day with the boys today, and not managing too well with their behaviour and so on. Anyway, they came over just as I was pretty much about to sit in the corner and cry, and I was rattling around in the kitchen trying to clean up the lunch things too fast, etc, and Heather came and put the kettle on and asked how I was feeling. I just told her I felt a bit frazzled. The little ones were everywhere underfoot and making so much noise, and for a rare moment I honestly felt like bursting into tears, and just washed out tired with it all. I know it's hormones though! She suggested I go out somewhere, and they'd watch the boys, but I didn't want to. So she said I should go up to bed and rest! I faffed about not really deciding to do it, so in the end she told me she had made the decision for me and I was to go up to bed NOW, lol! She said she would come and get me if I was needed, or bring Samuel up if he cried. I expected he would cry pretty much as soon as I was out of sight, but he didn't. They kept him really well entertained with peekaboo games and toys and so on.
It felt so odd to be closing the door on the noise downstairs and just lie on my bed. I felt weird inside and tearful, you know that "I don't know who I am!!!" horrid hormonal feeling that comes over you at times? I don't like it, and prefer to be heavily distracted at times like that, but there I was just lying there with no distraction. I lay and rested for maybe 10 minutes, and then saw a prayer that Heather typed out for me and laminated during Benjamin's pregnancy - I put it on the side of my chest of drawers so I can see it from my bed, and have just left it there. So I read it out loud, and that was comforting. And then I prayed that God would be close to me. And after a minute a worship song popped in my head that I haven't sung for years. So I quietly started to sing it, and somewhere around the 3rd line, God absolutely flooded my heart with joy and love and praise, so much that I couldn't contain it! It brought me to tears and physically revitalised me like no rest can. It was AWESOME!! :D I needed to get my Bible after a bit because Psalm 103 came to mind and I wanted to read it. I spent the next 20 minutes praying and worshipping and reading my Bible and then I felt wonderful and like I wanted to go back downstairs.
Heather was reading stories to little ones, and said, "That was quick!" She wanted to know if I had got any sleep, and looked doubtful when I said no, but I told her I prayed and then God showed up, so I'd spent my time with Him! She said, "Fantastic!!" Totally all I needed - thank you Lord! They stayed until dinner time, several hours. It was so so so nice, and I feel so grateful for Heather and her family.
Well, this entry has turned LONG! I'm tired out and Samuel is stirring, so I should go to bed now. I am not sure what stuff I've missed saying.... Oh I am still morning sick, but this past week has been much milder than usual, so I do (finally!) think it's going. It's just queasiness most of the time, and I'm doing and eating everything normally. It's mainly just an annoyance in the background, which I can totally live with! But I'll be happy when it's all completely gone.
I am not really showing much at all, just a little bumpiness. I can't remember if I took a 14 week belly pic!! Suddenly thinking about it, I don't think I did! And I'm due another picture for 16 weeks, so I MUSTN'T forget to do that! I had so many gaps with photos during Samuel's pregnancy and it makes me sad to look back at his belly gallery and see how sparse it is compared with all the others :( So I definitely don't want to do that again. I really don't think I am showing much for 16 weeks, but I will see when I get a photo in the next few days (hopefully!). I am getting some heartburn now, and especially this weird and reeeeally horrible sort of reflux when I eat something cold like ice-cream, or a lot of ice cold water in one go. It's a cold PRESSURE low down in my throat, that doesn't go away, and it makes me feel like I'm being sick in the end, but that the action is "on pause" - yuck! I am being careful not to eat or drink too much cold stuff in one go. I grabbed a Rennie quickly when it happened the first time after ice-cream, and it helped a lot.
I can't think what else, and I need to go to bed! I will be back soon with a belly pic and that letter to my grandparents. And whatever news there is from the consultant appointment. Thank you for following along with me! I'm having a lovely time being pregnant again! :)
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