Audrey's First Cold

It's almost over!!!

At 11 weeks old Audrey got to experience her first ever cold.. And she shared it with the WHOLE house.

BJ doesn't often get sick so when he does it hits him hard. He came home early from work Monday morning and was off sick till today. So on top of being unwell myself I had to look after two sick babies.

Audrey has taken this cold like a champion. I think she is going to take after me when it comes to being sick. Towards the end of it though she has a lot of yucky stuff wanting to come out and that's causing her a bit of a tummy upset and waking her up during naps. Poor thing!

This morning was the first moment I feel I've had where I could just be a sickie. After BJ left for work I fed Audrey and then we both went back to sleep. It was nice to just lie in bed for a bit and not have to do anything.

Don't get me wrong it was nice having BJ home this week, but I'd prefer it under different circumstances. My daily routine with Audrey was thrown out of whack. You'd think having a second pair of hands around while your sick and looking after a baby would help but it didn't really. I found myself forgetting to prepare a bottle when she was due to wake or not sterilizing more while she was sleeping.

It was nice though to see BJ finally realise just how crazy a day with Audrey can be. He was feeding her last night and commented on how it just seems like your constantly feeding her.

"It doesn't feel like 3 hours have passed"

xx
Smorgy

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Where has the last month gone?!

One month ago I did something incredible. I pushed a thing the size of a watermelon out of my body and welcomed my daughter Audrey J into the world.

I was booked in to be induced on the Friday morning but that didn't quite go to plan. We were up from 5am and instructed to call the hospital before coming in. Due to a shortness of staff we were delayed and weren't told to come in until 10.30am. We sat around waiting at the hospital until we were finally moved to a birthing suite at 1.30pm and from then we were told almost every hour that 'it should happen soon'. At about 7pm they tagged me and told me that it may not happen that day but that they won't send me home.

5am Saturday morning they walked in... 'Oh your awake... Good! We are about to start'.

FINALLY!!!

By this point there had been several changeovers in staff and we were soo over the hospital.

At 5.10am they broke my waters and started my drips. Because I was induced they had to keep me hooked up to a monitor to keep an eye on the baby and make sure she was doing ok. This made it difficult for me to move around and I wasn't able to use the shower or bath at all.

My nausea was extreme that morning and once the contractions started it only got worse. The midwife offered me some gas for the pain. I didn't think I would like it but I gave it a go. Mostly because I knew BJ wanted to try it. You are meant to breathe in and out of the tube when your contractions start, to relieve the pain. As soon as I started breathing it in, I felt hazy and struggled to open my eyes. It didn't help with the pain, just made me feel weird so I stopped using it.

By 7am my contractions had started and they were not pleasant at all. BJ was so great helping me through each one. When it got to about 9.30am the midwife suggested I get up and move around a bit to move things along faster but because of the IV and the monitors that wasn't going to be easy so instead I hopped on an exercise ball by the bed and started to rock.

I started to feel a serious need to push and the noises coming out of me were not very lady-like. The midwife was assuring me that there was no way I was ready to push, 'It was too early still'. This was devastating to me as I was exhausted already and couldn't imagine continuing like this for hours more. But she decided to pop me up on the bed and see where things were at, that's when we discovered that I was well and truly ready to squeeze this baby out.

They prepared what they need and I asked if I should push. The midwife responded with 'do whatever feels right'. Which I didn't find helpful at all. Moments before my next contraction was due to start I turned to BJ and whispered to him 'I don't want to shit the bed!'. He laughed and then I started to push.

I experienced the most painful thing I'd ever experienced. Within 20 minutes, her head was out and she started crying. One more push and out came the rest of her. At 10.08am a slimy blob was placed on my chest and an overwhelming feeling came over me.. I did it!

A 4 hour labour. Audrey had no interest in taking things slow.

It has been a month but feels like only yesterday. I have made so many notes of things I wanted to write about and hopefully soon I will find some time to do some more posts. But right now I have to feed my little girl... Holy cow! I have a kid!!

xx
Smorgy

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