Taken hostage

Saturday baby girl didn’t move until the late afternoon. I had started to get emotional and stressed about it but suddenly she started moving like crazy.

Sunday she seemed fine too so I thought that’s great. She’s getting back to herself I hope.

Today I phoned up the hospital to inquire about my growth scan as per the doctors instruction on Friday. The first lady I spoke to in Gynae & Antenatal was rude as anything. She said I would not have been told to call up, I would be receiving a letter. Twice I told her WHY that makes no sense given the fact I was in hospital as an emergency visit on Friday and that was what I was explicitly told. In the end she just forwarded my call to the ultrasound desk. The lady there was much friendlier. She said there was a note about me and she said she’d book me in today. So she did. For 1pm.

Mom and I went to nan’s for lunch then we set off to the hospital for the scan. We arrived 15 minutes early but when I went to reception to check in they told me they weren’t ready for the afternoon clinics so I was told to sit down and when they were ready they’d take my maternity book and check me in. At 1:15pm, half hour after we arrived, the lady said we could check in. So I gave my book in and sat back down. At 2pm I’d had enough waiting so I went up to reception to see just how “far behind” on the schedule they were and the receptionist said they were a little behind but I’d be called soon. As soon as I sat down I was called so in we went. The sonographer lady was like “you’re late, I’ve been waiting for you since 1”. I was gobsmacked. I replied that we had been here since 12:45 and the receptionist had told us we couldn’t check in till the clinic was ready but that we’d been checked in since 1:15. I couldn’t believe how rude she was.

She did the growth scan and said baby appears to be growing just fine so I was like that’s great. I got up to leave and she tells me I’m suppose to take my scan notes up to DAU to be assessed. I asked why? And explained that I hadn’t been to DAU, I had been in the labour ward on Friday. She said that’s where I need to go then. It was almost 2:30 by then. So I said to mom lets go up so we go up and the lady on the reception has no clue what’s going on. She phones around and speaks to a few people but still no one knows why I’ve been sent up there. She tells me to sit and wait whilst she figures it out. By the time it’s past 3pm she finally comes over and says that I’m required to have another round of monitoring and trace but it’ll be a while as they’re busy so I’m just to wait. I had had 4 hours sleep the night before, was starving and overall cranky. Mom had work at 6 so she needed to leave. So she left. I snuck down to the cafe for some food then I sat patiently waiting to be seen. I started reading my James Patterson book. At 5:30ish I was called in to be seen. They put the monitor on and left me for half hour. I read a bit more of my book. A midwife came in and took me off the monitor. She said the doctor wants to speak to me so when she’s free she’ll come in. So I sat and waited. At 7ish she finally came. She says she sees no reason for me to be induced (I see a reason) but would like to air on the side of caution so she has booked me in for 2 sessions of monitoring at the DAU. One is Wednesday and the other is Friday. She says if they both go well then they’ll leave me be. I’m so annoyed they aren’t taking it that seriously that I’ve had three reduced movement episodes. I was so tired and hungry again that I got my grandad to run me past McDonald’s on our way home, after he’d picked me up.

I got in, watched Emmerdale whilst eating then I got in the bath. At 9pm I watched Silent Witness and now I’m laid in bed ready to sleep.

I have my 38 week midwife check tomorrow as I was 38 weeks yesterday. I’m going to mention it all to her but I don’t expect her to have a different stance on it than the other midwives. They all seem to care less about reduce movements. They think us women are lying because as soon as the monitor is on the baby starts moving. It’s part of the reason I hate going up for it. I’ve had more episodes than the 3 I’ve actually gone up for. And the reason I didn’t go for them was because of the first time I ever went up, the midwife made me feel silly for going because I was only 27 weeks. So the next time it happened I just waited it out and prayed she was okay. Twice I had “slow movement days” before I went up at Christmas. Maybe I should mention these when I’m down the DAU next. That might make a difference. I’m just not comfy leaving her in when I feel like somethings not right. It’s getting me down to be honest, that I don’t feel like anyone is listening to me.

I’m off to sleep.


I really love hospitals…

… Not. Mom and I went into town today and I was having weird pains (kind of) the entire time. It was a mixture between lightning pains and the constant uncomfortable need to pee. I struggled to walk properly. I noticed after town and lunch that baby girl had not woken up. I had felt 1 whooshy movement since getting up. That’s not like her. She loves food, and it always (and I mean ALWAYS) makes her move. I decided to leave it until later on when I’d laid on my side for an hour and had cold water. With only 1 more movement in that time I thought “right, I’ll have some dinner and then I’ll call up the hospital”. So we ate and at 7ish I called them up. I explained the whole “reduced movements, 38 weeks pregnant today, bad pelvic pains all day and weird snot-like stuff whenever I wiped after a wee”. They said to come up for some monitoring. So we left home at 7:30ish. We put the labour bags in the car just in case.

They had me do a wee sample and then had me on the monitor for almost an hour. Her heart rate was really high for ages but eventually it dropped to a normal range of 140-145bpm. She moved a bit because they’d poked and prodded her but after they’d done the trace, her movements went back to basically non-existent even thou I was drinking cold water again. My pulse was a little high but my BP was okay.

The midwife who’d been dealing with me said she was happy with the monitoring but wanted the doctor to speak to me before I go because it’s my third trip up there for reduced movements. I said that’s fine. She said the doctor may want to discuss a possible early induction (from week 39) due to the reduction in movements. I was okay with that. So she left and we waited.

Another midwife came in and said that the doctor was busy so would we want to go home and come back for a scan in the week. I was like “not really, I’m not sure what a scan would achieve, I’d much rather speak to the doctor today whilst I’m here”. She said that’s fine if we want to wait. So we waited. She said though that the doctor isn’t likely to offer an induction as she doesn’t feel it’s necessary because I’m “still early” and my body will most likely suffer if labour is forced.

The doctor came. She gave me the options of:

  • Having an induction pessary, which she says most likely won’t work if my body isn’t ready yet.
  • Booking in for a scan on Monday, and just going home tonight and monitoring movements tomorrow and if they’re still not the “norm” then coming back up tomorrow.

I decided to go home and have the scan in the week. She did an internal examination. She says my cervix is still hard but is open enough for the tip of 1 finger. Which I saw in my notes says 1cm dilated. She gave me a sweep and afterwards I noticed more of the snot-like stuff.

Part of me wonders if I should’ve gone for the pessary but I just worry I’m forcing her out. The movements do worry me and I’d much prefer her to come out if she’s not happy than to keep her in for fear of her being born too soon. I mean I’m 38 weeks Sunday (tomorrow) but if you go by my growth scan I was 38 weeks yesterday (Friday) so I don’t think it’s that soon.

I hate all the waiting around. I just want to know she’s 100% okay and I want her here.

We’ll see how tomorrow goes. I’m in bed at the moment. I have some period-type pains and the bottom of bump aches so maybe the sweep has helped. Who knows.


Hospital, again

Had to go up the hospital today. I hadn’t felt baby girl move much since the day before so I phoned up the Maternity Assessment Unit after Sunday dinner (which I barely ate because I felt weird and had pelvic pain). They advised me to come to the hospital to be monitored. We got up the hospital at 3ish. Ironically as soon as they got me on the bed and put the monitor on she kept wiggling. They couldn’t get her to stay still long enough to get continuous monitoring of her heartbeat. She’d stay still for a few minutes then she’s move, the monitor wasn’t be able pick up her heartbeat so it would then beep lol after 2 hours I managed to get into a comfy position and she finally settled down enough for continuous monitoring. Everything was fine but the midwife wanted the senior consultant before being released. They asked me about the pains, what kind they were etc. They reckon I’m measuring bigger than 34 weeks. Eventually after 7 a consultant released me from the hospital and we got a lift home (mom and I)

We were starving so we ended up grabbing some dinner. I’m now in bed watching TV. I can’t believe we were in the hospital for 5 hours. It was the labour ward so I heard a woman giving birth. She was making a right racket and kind of sounded like a cow mooing haha

I have an antenatal appointment and fetal growth scan on Wednesday. Christmas Eve I’m off to my dads for the day.


Naughty baby

I went back to my usual caffeine routine today. Hadn’t felt baby kick during breakfast (that’s not normal) and again by lunch, I haven’t felt anything. Not even a roll or a slight elbow. So I phoned the hospital’s maternity assessment unit. They said typically they aren’t concerned in a change in kick pattern in women less than 28 weeks pregnant (as if being 27 weeks 2 days should make a lot of difference) but I’m welcome to come get checked. So at half 1 mom picked me up from work. They tested my urine, which was fine and did my BP. My BP was 100/60 – which is on the low side for me. And my heart rate was 105bpm which is a bit fast but overall it was fine. As soon as the midwife put the Doppler on my belly the baby started kicking. Typical. Baby’s heartbeat was perfect so all is well with him/her. I have such a naughty  stubborn baby that I fear what he/she will be like when he/she is finally born.

I went back to work after we left the hospital and had grabbed a snack (I’m always starving nowadays).

I’m glad baby is okay. Not that I was too concerned, as I guess baby just had a lazy 24hours but I am glad I got checked as its best to be safe than sorry.

I’m in bed now. I have a half day Friday so I’m looking forward to that. I have 1.5 days holiday to take before I go on maternity which I didn’t want to lose so I’ve asked for a few Friday afternoons off.


Stupid dentist

Well I had my dental consultation yesterday. It rained hard all day and my grandad and I got soaked walking from the car park to the hospital. I got to my appointment just on time which is great considering it took us an hour to complete a 25 minute journey. I saw the consultant and he was surprised to learn I am pregnant. Turns out my dentist didn’t inform him off this and it changes things for him as he’s not happy operating during pregnancy. Yeah, duh! I figured that it would as I had been surprised to have had the appointment in the first place. He’s recommended I have the surgery next year, after baby is born.

Today was my last day at work for the next 5 days. I am on annual leave tomorrow, Friday and Monday as my aunt is going to Spain with her partner and I am looking after the twins. Mom has taken the same days off so she can give me a hand. When I agreed to do this I wasn’t pregnant, that’s how long ago I was asked lol but obviously being almost 24 weeks means I’m going to be more tired and a lot less tolerate. We are off to Peppa Pig World again this year. We are going Friday. I believe the weather is due to get better than all this rain we’ve had the last 3 days straight. I’m glad about that as we got soaked last year when we went.

I went to the cinema tonight to see Macbeth. It wasn’t bad and it opened my eyes to fact that I did indeed learn stuff in class at school. I wouldn’t say it was a great movie as it isn’t my sort of thing but it was worth seeing Michael Fassbender looking ruggedly handsome attempting a sexy Scottish accent lol

I am off to bed now. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow and my flu jab before the terrible twosome are dropped off for the weekend.


Hospital, again

Well I phoned 111 Monday night and they told me to get up the hospital. So at 11:30 I got my grandad to drop me up. I came prepared this time after what happened when I was taken hostage last time. I came with spare knickers, pjammas and some socks. I also brought my iPad, charger and slippers lol

I was first seen at midnight by triage. They took bloods and fitted a canula. We all know how much I love those bastard things lol they did an ECG. I was sent back to the waiting room for half hour then I was called back and given a bed in A&E Majors. They told me they wanted to do a chest X-ray and more bloods. I settled in for the night and waited. They did a chest X-ray and said it looked clear. There was a lot of time between the various nurses and doctors talking to me. A&E was very busy. I was told at 2:30am I was being kept in so I let my mom know. They did my BP and sats. I couldn’t sleep because I was starving so I asked one of the nurses if anything was available. Biscuits would’ve sufficed but he came back with a sandwich and some fruit. I was very thankful. I munched then at about 5am-ish I fell asleep. I was woken up at 6:30am by a consultant. He came to assess me and ask me some questions. He said they wanted me to have the leg scans done again. I fell asleep again at 8ish for an hour. I’m surprised I was able to sleep with all the racket as I was still in A&E, not a ward. The place was crazy for a weekday. At 10:30am a porter came in and said he was to wheel me down to the cardiac unit for my leg scans. He wheeled me round in a wheelchair. After my scans were done, he wheeled me back and I tried to get some more sleep. Lunch came and it was not appetising whatsoever so I asked mom if she’d bring me in something. She said she’d bring me a sandwich and some crisps.

She got there just after 1ish. My 20 week scan was already scheduled for yesterday at 3pm so I told them and said would someone be able to get a wheelchair then my mom could wheel me down. They took so long that we commandeered one that was just sat in the corridor then mom kidnapped me and wheeled me down to antenatal. My appointment was 3 but they were running seriously late. I didn’t get seen till gone 4 and it was 5 by the time I got back to A&E.

20 weeks 2 days

Baby is growing perfect however he/she is very lazy and very stubborn. The lady couldn’t see all the details on the spine and skull that she needs to see so she’s rescheduled me for a scan in 2 weeks. And no I don’t know the gender. As usual lol

After my scan my mom wheeled me back to A&E. She left and I was still waiting to be told when I would be released. At 5:45 the nurse said my leg scans were clear so she needed to do one last blood test, takes 15 minutes for the results then I can go. So at 6ish I was finally discharged. I got home at 7.

We had pizza, and after being in hospital barely eating, it was heavenly. I had a nice hot shower then got into bed. I was so tired. I think I fell asleep at 10pm.

I woke up this morning at 7ish. I text my manager to confirm I was definitely staying home today then went back to sleep. I’ve woken up with a sore throat and a blocked nose. Awesome. Hospitals are germ filled lol

Back to work tomorrow. So another early night for me tonight. I finally wiggled into my maternity jeans for the first time today. I’m 20 weeks 3 days and I’m wearing MATERNITY JEANS!! 


3 days to go

Well I ended up babysitting this weekend just gone. Frank was coming to stay. He wasn’t dropped off till 9pm so we didn’t get into bed till 10:30pm. He woke up the next day at 7:30am. We spent the day at our grandparents. He played in the garden as the weather was so hot. He had pants on once we got there and to his credit he did 3 wees in the toilet. He had one “miss” because he got carried away playing in the garden. At 3:30pm he fell asleep watching TV so I laid him on the sofa. When I woke him up a little while later he wet his pants. Hardly his fault as he is still mastering daytime wees, let alone nighttime wees lol he had a nappy on after that because we were going to have dinner, walk home, then it was to be bath and bed. So we ate dinner with Nan and Grandad then we walked home. He talks a lot more now. Like half sentences such as “No my oo oo” (oo oo is monkey, he found my stuffed animals). We got in the bath. I don’t bath with him or Fred often as they’re at that age but it saved time. I washed his hair then put a face mask on me and he said “and me” so I put a little on his face. After I got out and was getting dressed, he climbed out and stood in the bathroom yelling for me lol he was cold. Not surprised. If he had waited a moment I’d have gotten him out, with a towel. Once he was dressed we got into bed and I said “do you want to listen to baby before sleep?” And he said yes so I got the Doppler out and we listened. I said to him to say night baby, so he did and we turned it off and went to sleep. It was about 8ish. 

**Our washing machine is broke. The guy came out Saturday but he didn’t have the part as we reported the door seal was broken but he says it’s the bearings and drum that need replacing** So nan did some loads of our washing over the weekend.

We woke up Sunday at 7:30. That was a good nights sleep. We had breakfast then I bathed him and got his dressed for the walk to Nana’s house. Soon after we got there we bundled in the car so we could visit my Gran. We left the old folks home after an hour. It was hammering down with rain and Nan was trying to get Frankie in the car but he was proper dawdling so my Grandad turned the car on and Frank panicked and yelled “Dee-dor (grandad) wait a me” – meaning grandad wait for me. Then when he got in the car he went “dee-dor start car no me” – meaning grandad started the car without me! So funny.

We went back and his mom soon arrived as she was having dinner. They stayed for hours and when she left she dropped me home. I had a bath which was relaxing. I was starving as we hadn’t had supper so I ordered some chicken shish for me and my brother. We ate that whilst watching a movie. My mom was away till today so it was just us 2, and Frankie in the house all weekend lol

Today at work seemed quickly. I bet tomorrow will drag. The weather was shite. It hammered down all day. I got soaked going to work so I scrounged a lift home from my Grandad as he wasn’t busy.

My nan has a hospital appointment tomorrow as she has some dodgy symptoms in her right breast that need attention. She’s got a lump, her breast is twice the size of the other AND she has an inverted nipple that has a black dot in the middle. I’m concerned it’s something sinister, so is my mom as its her mom after all. Hopefully they’ll tell her more tomorrow!

I was 17 weeks on Sunday. I have my gender rescan on Friday. I can’t wait. I hope baby cooperates!!!

I’m in bed playing harvest swap. I’m stuck on level 73!