Birth

Do you what? I had a baby two weeks ago!!! Lol, im sure your all bored of my instagram, twitter & facebook photo’s of her!! I cant help it im too proud of my beautiful wee angel.

I wrote in a post just before the birth about how impressed I was with the care I was recieving here in Holland, I have to say that my birth experience was no exception. My beautiful wee girlie was born by elective section. We rocked on up to the hospital at 6:30 in the morning, were given a huge room, this made up for the lack of valet parking that we had in Dubai right to the entrance to the NICU.  I was really anxious especially as I knew that EPD would be there to hold my hand during the epidural. I got dressed or undressed into what has to have been the smallest hospital gown EVER, you know the type, cover you from the front but your arse hangs out for all to see, well not only did my arse hang out but it barely covered the baby’s fire escape so to speak!!

I had a catheter inserted, not a pleasant experience!! Blood taken, a venflon meant for a horse inserted and my infusions started. 8am on the dot I was being wheeled down to theatre/waiting area. EPD wasn’t allowed to come in at this point he had to wait until the theatre was ready then he was allowed in. It was the longest wait of our lives and I could feel myself wanting to cry anytime anyone was nice to me. The epidural was problem free and thankfully I didn’t have the awful electric shocks down my legs like last time. I was quite grateful as I didn’t was to shout obscenities at the staff. EPD joined me and………….slice!!

The whole operation seemed to take longer this time, I’d given EPD strict instructions to follow that baby regardless of what was happening to me, good or bad. i was quite proud of him this time, he cut the cord and was still vertical after doing so. It was a bit of bloody mess so to speak, apparently I’d lost a lot of blood, most of it was all over the surgeons shoes!! Well who wears white shoes to theatre eh? My bladder was attached to my uterus so they had to detach it which took ages. Finally I was stitched up and off to see my little girl, she was just so beautiful, however it was heartbreaking to me to see her on a drip, for her own good tho and she was being well cared for.

Anyway after 4 days in hospital we’re home, sleep deprived beyond belief, smelling of sour milk as my wee angel likes me to be stinky milky mammy instead of yummy mammy. Her big bro is terrified of her but is being very caring towards her, he hasn’t wanted his photo taken with her, I’m not pushing him into anything, I’d rather her just pays her positive attention at his own pace.

So there’s my little update for now, I’m going to try nd stay on top of this blog but I can’t promise anything!!!!!

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Whats in a name?

So how did you decide your children’s names, did you have them prepared or just pluck one out your toosh when sproggit popped out.

When we were having LPV we were prepared we’d picked out names for a girl but when we found he was a boy it made life easier. Well, to a certain extent anyway, If I’m honest I didn’t want him to have the name he has now, don’t get me wrong I love his name he’s an L and nothing else but my choice was Aiden…….but when he popped out the sunroof he was LPV and there was no two ways about it.

This time round we’re not so prepared, especially not knowing the sex is making naming really difficult. We have a boy’s name picked out and I am adamant it will be this if it’s a boy, it’s actually one of the names I turned my nose up when we were thinking of names for LPV. However girls names are my nemesis, we want something traditional but not common, something that travels well but that doesn’t sound like a made up name. When I taught preschool in Dubai my children in my class wanted me to call LPV “Rainbow Triceratops” and to be honest if we don’t agree on a girl’s name soon, that’s what it will be, has a certain ring to it tho!!!

I’ve even taken to watching Cbeebies birthday card time to help in our name quest, however this just clarifies the names I certainly don’t want.

Help!!!! give me some baby names!!!!

Image from babble.com

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Balloon baby

It’s no secret that I wasn’t really enthused about having a baby here in Holland, I wanted my old OBGYN Dr Joza and my fabulous midwife Deb to be around to make me feel at ease and relaxed. Expat daddy simply refused to fly either of them over or let me go back to Dubai to have bubs number two, which I thought was quite unreasonable to be honest 😉

However being able to experience yet another healthcare system in the world has opened my eyes further and well actually it’s pretty good here. They are a bit tree huggy here but then I find a lot of parents are too, they wont give gas and air due to the fact it affects their nurses, and up until about 3 years ago it was illegal to have an epidural without a section.

I have to be honest tho, credit where credit is due I have so far had superb care given to me from the OBGYN team at my hospital, my diabetes team on the other hand……….ash tray on a motorbike is all im going to say.

All systems are different, if I was in Dubai id say this baby would have been out by now, and any test I wanted done would have been carried out and totaled on my huge hospital bill. Id say in the UK I probably wouldn’t have had half the scans (although this is clearly speculation on my part, I have absolutely no experience of having a child personally in the UK. Only passing out as a student nurse at the birth of 27 weeker at 4am in the morning).

Here again a different story, they refused me a GTT stating that the procedure was dated, not once have I been weighed, or have I given a urine sample. This did worry me somewhat in the beginning, however they are healthcare professionals the clue is in the title “care” they do care but in their own special dutch way.

Anyway soon not giving away secrets I’m going to be induced, via a balloon. Now Im not talking about a giant farking “stork its a boy balloon”. More like a catheter balloon, inserted into my nether regions to encourage natural labour. Strange but true, I am a little worried that I will resemble one of those lovely ladies of the night that can make balloon animals with their…..cough, erm, foofer!!

It’s an anxious time, which wouldn’t change wherever I the world I was, selfishly I want this baby out now, I want to be a better wife and mother, be able to play with my son on the floor without it taking me an hour to get up. I guess it’s just a waiting game.

Wish me luck, oh and Ps I will be taking requests for balloon animals soon!!
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