Time for Another

the diary of our quest for baby number 2

Ummm Thursday 24 April 2008

Almost at the start of the third trimester (I think) and the physical uncomfortableness has started to kick in. My tummy/bump is tight and immovable making bending over, reaching and all manner of normal movements quite impossible. Even turning over in bed at night becomes an epic adventure as I battle with pains in my lower back as well as the effort of heaving the bump with me as we rotate through 90 degrees; if it wasn’t so uncomfortable, it would be most amusing! Heartburn is thankfully at a minimal level currently, the chalky Rennie tablets seem to be adequate for the time being, but the snoring and snuffling is coming on very well indeed – not quite at the snoring whilst awake level just yet, but I reckon a couple more weeks and I’ll be there.

Weight wise, I’m still a couple of pounds off of putting on a stone, despite best efforts to eat my way through every triple choc giant cookie that I find. Or choc doughnuts, or choc crispy cornflakes, or Double Deckers, or choc cheesecake (are you sensing a theme here yet?!). Roll on strawberry season – the ones in the shop currently are just not doing it – they’re too hard, sharp or distinctly un-strawberry like. Meh. Thankfully (I think) the weight I am putting on seems to be entirely bump and boob targetted – I’m already on my third bra size increase – a rather impressive 38E right now (I started at 34D, although for years as a young woman I was fairly small at 34B). I just hope that they don’t do that weird deflating thing after this pg and become like empty socks 🙂

Tempting fate, I have no stretchmarks so far (I didn’t get any last time either) but I’m slathering myself in The Sanctuary’s Mum to Be body butter and stretch mark oil just in case. Even if it doesn’t actually work, it smells delicious and makes my skin feel nice and soft.

And finally, after about a month of searching all the online maternity clothes shops, I have ordered myself a (hopefully) gorgeous dress to wear to a friends wedding in early June. It’s a halter neck one in emerald green from Picchu once it arrives and I make sure it’s as good on me as it looks in the pictures, I can concentrate on the fun bit – SHOES!! I’ll have the perfect excuse to have very high heels which I won’t be able to walk far in – being pg I can sit down as often as I like surely 😉 I do so love shoes and rarely get a chance to wear pretty heels – being more of a trainers or crocs kinda girl these days. It’s not easy to push a buggy or chase a toddler with killer heels on y’know!

Next week is all go on the appt front – I have my 28wk appt with the midwife where I have to do the glucose test (drinking lucozade then a blood sample is taken), not really looking forward to that very much. Lucozade tastes horrible and I really hate having my blood taken. Oh well. Then we’re off on our intensive weekend Hypnobirthing course – MIL will come down and babysit our dd whilst we spend all day Saturday and Sunday doing the course. We did a course in 2005 with a different practitioner and absolutely loved it so it was a no-brainer to sign up again. I started to practice the ‘Rainbow Relaxation’ technique a week ago and was amazed how quickly I was able to ‘go under’. It’s really incredibly relaxing so I’m looking forward to the ‘walking on air’ feeling after the course.

And, we’ve almost got a 4D scan booked for mid May with Baby Premier. I say almost because despite saying they have appts available on the date/time we wanted, I haven’t heard anything since. I’ll give it until Monday then call and see what’s what. Despite having to travel to London, they are still cheaper than the local one, plus I like that rather than sign up for a ‘package’ beforehand, you get to choose after the appt. During it, they record a DVD and take still photos, then depending on how the baby behaves or how much you like them, you can buy both, one, or neither for a reasonable additional cost (£30 for DVD, £20 for photos). I’m not bothered especially about a DVD – can’t really imagine watching it (a bit like a wedding video) but I’d love some pictures. The last few 2D scan pics have been awful – the last one looks like some horrible alien/skeleton which even my mum was repulsed by. Poor little fellow, I’m sure he’s as cute as a button really but right now the best idea we have is from the 13wk scan where he looks almost identical to his big sister.

Wow – this turned into a looooooong post. The Wriggler is practicing his favourite pasttime of bouncing on my bladder so must go before there’s a terrible accident 🙂

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An eventful Christmas, to say the least Tuesday 1 January 2008

Filed under: blood tests,christmas,hospital,MIL,miscarriage,morning sickness,nausea,triplets — timeforanother @ 1:59 pm

First off, Happy 2008!

And so to begin – it’s a long story with a very very unexpected ending.

To continue from my last post, the ‘morning’ sickness continues, although less heaving, just a general feeling of nausea almost constantly. Food is not very appealing, but once I start to eat, it usually goes down ok. Still no obvious cravings or dislikes (other than wine, which tastes incredibly sour). Still really tired all the time. Whilst shopping for last minute christmas presents, I felt really dizzy and lightheaded, to the point I thought I was going to pass out. Thankfully I didn’t, and went home by taxi, despite it only being a 5-6 minute walk – my legs had gone to jelly!

Christmas day was lovely and quiet with just the 3 of us. Great turkey dinner, great presents and one excited little girl. The next two days were spent with my MIL which was good, apart from sleeping on a very uncomfortable bed. Then it was a quick pitstop back to ours, then off on Saturday to my folks. We spent a lovely afternoon unwrapping more presents, playing with DDs Playmobil park and generally nattering about this and that. Apart from the usual tiredness and slight queasiness, nothing to report on the pregnancy side of things.

Woke on Sunday morning about 6am thinking, oh that feels a bit sticky. It took a few minutes to properly register this in my not-quite-awake state. Then I looked and there was blood over the sheet, and a reasonable amount of it. Immediate panic set in for me and darling husband. Mum has suffered 2 miscarriages so of course we think the worst and I go to tell her what’s happening. I have bad cramps in my lower abdomen which doesn’t fill me with confidence that this is just a common early pregnancy bleed. So, we’re away from home, my notes are not with me and we’re panicking. After a short time it’s decided that we go to the local A&E dept, so we do just that, driving in almost silence as we both try not to imagine what may or may not be happening.

A&E at 7am is very quiet, although they tell us it’s been crazy all night. The triage nurse is lovely and tells me she’s putting me at the top of the list (despite there being no-one else there!). We wait. Finally we see a doctor who looks shattered – it must have been coming up to the end of her shift. She isn’t terribly reassuring – bleeding quite possibly indicates a miscarriage but to be certain she will refer me to the local Early Pregnancy Unit around the corner in the Maternity Hospital where they will scan me to see what’s going on. “Be prepared to just go home and get on with it” is the general gist if I am miscarrying. She takes a blood sample “in case you need a transfusion” and I freak out as soon as she’s finished (I’m a complete baby when it comes to needles and blood), and the shock of what may be happening really kicks in. I don’t think I’d really realised how much I felt for this baby despite only being 10wks+5days pg. The thought of losing it fills me with a raw anguish and a desire to howl – primal noises seem appropriate when words cannot begin to describe the feelings going on. I try to keep it together a bit. My husband looks like a ghost and I don’t want to wonder what’s going on in his head – I feel guilty that the baby is in me and I might be losing it, even though I know it’s nothing I have done. Horrible.

More waiting. We finally get told that we can go along to the EPU drop-in clinic which runs from 10am-12 – get there around 9.30am to get seen quickly. So we drive back to Mum & Dad’s, have a coffee and a shower, then turn around and head back to the hospital. We follow a lady and her daughter all the way through the corridors to the waiting area – she’s literally 2 seconds in front of us! Much more waiting, staff arrive around 10.20am and begin setting up for us. We eventually go in and see a nurse who takes details and pretty much tells us the same thing. Bleeds are common but if it’s a miscarriage, you go home and get on with it. The scan will determine if there are any reasons for the bleed. More waiting, then we go in to the scan room. There are two females – one doing the scanning and one sitting in the corner at a PC. They both seem nice and friendly. I lie down, jeans unbuttoned and jelly rubbed on to my tummy – I’m shaking again, worried sick of the impending news.

They press quite hard with the scanning equipment, and the screen is facing away from me so I have no idea what they are seeing. We are told, “well the good news is there is nothing wrong” ie I’m not miscarrying, and there is no obvious reason to be bleeding. However, she says “Don’t worry” and calls over her colleague and they whisper and prod the screen and nod at each other. Darling husband, is still white and is staring at the scan monitor (I’m sure in reality this happened really quickly, but it seemed like hours lieing there). The next bit is a little unclear on the actual wording, but it went something like this:

Sonographer: OK, so do you want the news?
Darling Husband: It’s twins?
Me: Twins? No…
Sonographer: No not twins… Triplets
DH & Me: What? Fuck, shit etc etc
Sonographer: Look, here’s one, here’s the other and then here’s the third one.

I couldn’t see the screen very easily cos of the angle we were both at, but I saw 3 little beans all wriggling away. We’ve gone from preparing to be told we were losing (or had already lost) one baby, to discovering that in fact all was well and we have 3 babies.

They all measure CTR (crown to rump) 39mm which puts them at exactly 10wks +6days (one day older than my dates), all have steady heartbeats and are moving. Two appear to be in one sac with a thin membrane seperating them, and another is in it’s own sac. The sonographer was unable to tell us if that meant one identical set and one fraternal, but to know they are all ok was enough. We were given the scan pics which they don’t usually do so had to hide them from the other waiting ladies, and were also given a scan report. At the bottom of the report is says: Triplet pregnancy determined. There was another long wait to see the doctor before we could go home. I’m surprised the words didn’t burn off the page we stared at it so hard. Still shaking, slightly hysterical, laughing but utterly panicked for different reasons. What a morning.

Got home and told my parents and sister, Mum almost cried and generally had the same reaction as us – making terrible jokes but also thinking “OMG! How on earth do you begin to cope with 3 babies, with a toddler too?”

2 days later and we’re still in shock but getting to grips with it. We see a consultant at the local hospital on Monday and then have our 12 wk nuchal fold scan in London on Wednesday. Hopefully we’ll be given lots more information and we can decide what on earth we’re going to do. The internet has little information on this subject, but then again, with only 159 triplet births in the UK last year (there were over 10,000 twin births), I suppose it’s not a surprise.

So there you are. We’re having triplets. 3 babies. In one go. We had only wanted one more to make our family complete – what is it they say? The best laid plans…

 

All aboard the good ship morning sickness Wednesday 12 December 2007

Serves me right I suppose – symptomless pregnancy my arse. About 4 days ago the morning sickness started, and what a misnomer it is – all bloody day and not so much vomiting as a feeling of nausea, queasiness and general desire to heave constantly. Yuk. Coupled with feeling dizzy and light-headed, I’m not feeling so hot right now. Drining ginger tea (sounds nice but tastes pretty grim) and wearing ‘seabands’ which basically is a plastic button pressing on an acupressure point on the wrist. Maybe they work and maybe they don’t – it definitely eases the heaving a little, but in an odd sort of masking-the-underlying-sensation kinda way. Plus I’ve got weird indentations/bruises on my inner wrists now. Hmmm.

Not really craving anything particular, but I am eating quite a few satsumas and clementines, which considering I can’t abide oranges or anything orange flavoured (jaffa cakes excepted), is quite strange. I don’t suppose craving sleep counts. It never ceases to amaze me just how absolutely knackered I feel constantly – even when I wake up in the morning I feel exhausted! I suppose I am growing a whole new organ (the placenta) as well as a baby 🙂

Scan date is through – 9th Jan, they’re going to take bloods too (I hate that bit). Oh, and we’ve told our parents. Or have I already mentioned that already? Note to self: read last blog post before writing new one. Anyway, they are told and happy. A few more colleagues know (case of having to really) and no doubt a few more mates will be informed in the coming week/s.

And so to Christmas. It’s kind of sneaked up on us this year, what with other things going on. But I think we’ll be ok. Most of the presents are sorted (although I’m convinced that darling husband will be racing round on the 24th for mine!), turkey ordered, cards to write. Now, if only I could shake this sickly feeling, all would be well.