We thankfully had an amazing midwife team, obstetrician and hospital to welcome our little man. The staff at Redlands mater hospital were not only experienced and professional but they were understanding, easy to talk to and still loved their job. The midwives we just amazing, we had a number of them see to us for different things while we were there and none of which I can fault. They looked after all food needs, all comfort needs, all health needs and answered all questions and didn't look down on us cause we were first timers. Our obstetrician dr mastry was amazing, throughout the whole delivery process and after he was supportive, sensitive and professional with a hint of humor. I would highly recommended him, the hospital and the midwives to anyone.
Now we were there for 2 nights and 3 days. First night we we still caught up in the brand new baby, we were exhausted and he didn't need a great deal so it was quite simple. The second day was filled with drs, midwives and lots of staring. The second night was the complete opposite of the first. He was unsettled, restless, vocal and hungry. We had a midwife come in at 4am to give him a relaxation bath and this plus his obvious exhaustion finally put him to sleep and gave us a chance to get some shut eye. This was until 730am when the dr visits, food drop offs begun. (the only downside to being in hospital) we had Jackson checked out and we we given the nod to be on our way. Packed and ready we discharged, put him in his little car seat and made the drive home. Little bit worried we would have a repeat of Tuesday night and this time we would have no help. Needless to say we we scared. Turns out we had no need to. With us being in a comfortable environment, able to work on our own schedule, sleeping in a real bed, our little man picked up on this change and was a gem, he fed, slept, fed, slept etc etc and was no drama at all. To sum it up, I would go through all the pain, all the worry, all the stress just to have him all over again. Every inch of it was worth it and none of which I'd take back. Cannot wait to continue experiencing, writing about and enjoying every little up and downs that may happen. X
Sunday, 25 March 2012
The Arrival of baby Jackson (pumpkin)
So the little man has arrived! We went to the hospital on Monday the 19th March at 630am and sat in our designated hospital room waiting to go into the Birth suites. Sat in there for what felt like hours before our love.y midwife came in to let us know we were getting the ball rolling. This is when the panic really set in. Thousands of thoughts went through my head as we walked the short distance to the suite. In there I got changed into my super sexy hospital robe and was hooked up to the drip and the belts. The last time I would be hearing our baby's heartbeat while inside me.
Once hooked up the obstetrician attended and did his examination and broke my water. Now what a pleasant experience this was while laying in the bed with no whe to go. The contractions came on shortly after this and I think I may have died if Dayne hadn't of been in there with me while this was going on. I had sworn off any form of drug, attempting a completely natural drug free birth. Well the pain made me cry, sook, want to give up and work myself up so much I was ill! at this point I gave in and had some gas and an epidural. Thankfully the gas allowed me to cope with the needle, big sucker that is! And I calmed down and stopped feeling all contractions. This was good as I had given up on ever having a baby any other way then c section or adopting! However I couldn't feel any contractions, meaning both Dayne and I assumed all had stopped and disappointed we had some shut eye.
The obstetrician returned and advised we were in fact still contracting and actually ready to have a baby. This took us completely by surprised and just looked at each other in panic. I hadn't prepared myself for this next step as I assumed it was put on a later train! So it was a slight shock to hear our obstetrician say PUSH! EEP. The next half hour was a blur, I was pushing, short of breath,freaking out and excited. Again I could not have gone through this part without Dayne, he was super through it and made things a lot easier for me. I was up in all sort of positions and all dignity was well lost! The experience has cured me of my fear of being nude!
The last few pushes tested both me physically and mentally. I was tired and felt I couldn't push anymore but meeting my little boy was top of my priority and this thought alone got me through these last pushes.
Before I knew it he was on my chest, yep I cried. Couldn't help it. All the pain, struggle, sooking and drugs were long forgotten as I looked down at this crying little boy that Dayne and I had created. I was in love. Jackson Anthony Clarke had arrived, 2:46pm, 9pound 3. 53.5cm
Once this happened it was just so quick, he was taken to be cleaned, mum and dad and little brothers were there, daynes fam were there and then it was just Dayne, Jackson and I. We could finally embrace and bask in the arrival of our beautiful little man. And we were in love, he was gorgeous and perfect and just the most amazing little person to ever enter the world.
Once hooked up the obstetrician attended and did his examination and broke my water. Now what a pleasant experience this was while laying in the bed with no whe to go. The contractions came on shortly after this and I think I may have died if Dayne hadn't of been in there with me while this was going on. I had sworn off any form of drug, attempting a completely natural drug free birth. Well the pain made me cry, sook, want to give up and work myself up so much I was ill! at this point I gave in and had some gas and an epidural. Thankfully the gas allowed me to cope with the needle, big sucker that is! And I calmed down and stopped feeling all contractions. This was good as I had given up on ever having a baby any other way then c section or adopting! However I couldn't feel any contractions, meaning both Dayne and I assumed all had stopped and disappointed we had some shut eye.
The obstetrician returned and advised we were in fact still contracting and actually ready to have a baby. This took us completely by surprised and just looked at each other in panic. I hadn't prepared myself for this next step as I assumed it was put on a later train! So it was a slight shock to hear our obstetrician say PUSH! EEP. The next half hour was a blur, I was pushing, short of breath,freaking out and excited. Again I could not have gone through this part without Dayne, he was super through it and made things a lot easier for me. I was up in all sort of positions and all dignity was well lost! The experience has cured me of my fear of being nude!
The last few pushes tested both me physically and mentally. I was tired and felt I couldn't push anymore but meeting my little boy was top of my priority and this thought alone got me through these last pushes.
Before I knew it he was on my chest, yep I cried. Couldn't help it. All the pain, struggle, sooking and drugs were long forgotten as I looked down at this crying little boy that Dayne and I had created. I was in love. Jackson Anthony Clarke had arrived, 2:46pm, 9pound 3. 53.5cm
Once this happened it was just so quick, he was taken to be cleaned, mum and dad and little brothers were there, daynes fam were there and then it was just Dayne, Jackson and I. We could finally embrace and bask in the arrival of our beautiful little man. And we were in love, he was gorgeous and perfect and just the most amazing little person to ever enter the world.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Count down - 6 days to go!
Well we are officially in count down mode. With 6 days to go, every little twinge, cramp, movement and toilet trip has me wondering if it's time to get this baby thing happening.
I have been for the last week, been experiencing cramping and have even resorted to timing these moments of cramping to see if it's possibly labour. I of course have been sorely disappointed by this. I have come to realise that it's simply my body going na nana na na and relishing in teasing me. Technical term is its my body preparing for the big day,I however choose to believe I'm just being teased.
So instead of reading into these preparation pains and what not, I have resorted to counting down the days, hours, minutes and seconds. This has made me go quietly insane and is making me want to re pack and repack and repack both my bags and bubs bags, go for long walks even though I swear I may have a heart attack and BAKE! I cook and I can admit I cook well but baking, well that's another story. I cannot bake to save myself. I tried making a cake once and it tasted yummy but looked like a large biscuit and the second time, it tasted yummy again but I had to use icing to keep it all together and even then it didn't work. So for me to actually crave baking, means that I am going absolutely insane playing this counting down game. The other option is to go about my daily business, cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking daynes foods, drooling over shoes etc etc and not count down how many hours and minutes left to go tell I meet this little man, this will hopefully cause bub to attend the world soon! This option just doesn't sound appealing to me, why would I want to be normal when I can be going insane and counting down every second till the 20th!
So for now, until I come to my senses I will continue to want to bake, go for long tiring walks and continue counting until all the numbers merge together.
X
I have been for the last week, been experiencing cramping and have even resorted to timing these moments of cramping to see if it's possibly labour. I of course have been sorely disappointed by this. I have come to realise that it's simply my body going na nana na na and relishing in teasing me. Technical term is its my body preparing for the big day,I however choose to believe I'm just being teased.
So instead of reading into these preparation pains and what not, I have resorted to counting down the days, hours, minutes and seconds. This has made me go quietly insane and is making me want to re pack and repack and repack both my bags and bubs bags, go for long walks even though I swear I may have a heart attack and BAKE! I cook and I can admit I cook well but baking, well that's another story. I cannot bake to save myself. I tried making a cake once and it tasted yummy but looked like a large biscuit and the second time, it tasted yummy again but I had to use icing to keep it all together and even then it didn't work. So for me to actually crave baking, means that I am going absolutely insane playing this counting down game. The other option is to go about my daily business, cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking daynes foods, drooling over shoes etc etc and not count down how many hours and minutes left to go tell I meet this little man, this will hopefully cause bub to attend the world soon! This option just doesn't sound appealing to me, why would I want to be normal when I can be going insane and counting down every second till the 20th!
So for now, until I come to my senses I will continue to want to bake, go for long tiring walks and continue counting until all the numbers merge together.
X
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