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Izaak Joseph Charles Peebles Sex: boy Born: 16 March, 2008 Age: 0 years & 110 days Birthday in: 255 days Starsign: Pisces Development: See the 3 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

I finally managed to work out how to update this page. Hello to everyone of my dear friends on here; and you are indeed dear to me. I have been off the net for a while trying to adapt to this crazy change of life, the new chapter you could say! Bang on 42 weeks pregnant my little Izaak came into the world albeit with a helping hand or two. I was induced about 100 times and only ever got as far as 4-5 cms dilated, after 30 hours of labour the poor little fellar's heart rate started to drop very slightly at increasing intervals and it was then that they decided that the only option was to cut him out. I am the 'original' hypnobirther but believe me, this is impossible when so many chemicals are being pumped into your body to bring the whole thing on; I lasted 10 hours relief free before relenting to a shot of pethidine. Which by the way makes the whole process a little bit more difficult because it makes you relax so much that you want to sleep, but when one of those mother contractions comes along it knocks you off your feet as you try to find that comfortable position to moan and groan in. Mine was the hands and knees - bum in air position. Hard to get into when you are about to fall to sleep on your side ha ha ha. Martin discovered the joys of gas and air and for some reason he took more interest in that than me. The nurse found him several times slumped over the bed with the mouth pipe pver his shoulder as if to say he didn't want anyone to takt it away from him. At one point, he was trying to barge me off the bed so HE could get some sleep - CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! Anyway, 18 hours after labour began they informed me I would need a stronger dose of oxytocin and to be warned that this would become very intense, very quickly "Dr, give me the damned epidural, I don't care anymore, I just want to get this thing out". So in goes the needle (horrible having your spinal bones scratched by a bloomin needle) and when that kicked in, off I go to sleep for a few hours. I cannot say how much of a relief it was to have had that. If I didn't have that, I would have been in pointless and non-dilating labour for another 12 hours for no reason other than to be a hero to myself. I mean, how long is a labour suppose to last eh? Anyway, I had a complication-free ceaserean and must say that it isn't as bad as you may think.

He arrived Sunday 16 March at 18.31, 21 inches long, 9Ib 7oz, head 36cms and the cord was around his neck. They gave him a little bit of O2 and he was fine.

CLEARLY you cannot feel a thing otherwise that wouldn't be too pleasent would it now but I mean the recovery. I was up and walking about the next day and kept the painkillers to a minimum as I cannot stand swallowing lotions and potions. I wasn't silly about it but I certainly only took them when the pain got unbearable. You cannot cough, sneeze or laugh without being in agony and having no abdominal muscles together doesn't help either. By the end of the week I was virtually back to a reasonable state.

I stayed in hospital for 2 nights only and I wished I stayed in there for the rest of the week. I made the mistake of going around to Martin's parents as soon as I left hospital. I felt so enraged when his Mum picked the baby up and don't know what come over me, like some massive possessiveness I wanted to tell everyone to back off...........although I was the one who told him we better get the visit out the way. What annoyed me was the fact that his Mum said 'ooooo, he looks like a Peebles' (that bloody surname and by the way the baby looks like my side ha ha ha) and she said to him 'the baby will be keeping you up all night Martin' I was like 'WHAAAAAAAT' keeping him up? I am the one who will be dealing with all of this thank you very much. When we left there an hour later I was in tears on the way home, again I didn't understand the emotions. My Mum was waiting for me in our place when we got back as she was staying for a few days to help out. Another BIG mistake. "don't you think the baby's hungry, look I think he's choking, why is his mouth blue, wrap him up as his cold" I cried the whole time she was there feeling so inadequate and unsettled, this wasn't her intention as she would never want to do anything like that to me, but how am I suppose to know what's right and what's wrong. I mean, there was absoloutely nothing wrong with the baby and I am being told by my Mother that there is mmmmmmmm. So, we had to send her packing after 2 days as it was getting too much to bear. Also, the baby stayed awake for nearly 24 hours on the first 2 days and none of us got any sleep. It turned out that I wasn't producing enough milk for this 9.7Ib whopper and had to subsidise feeds with formula after he has a suckle and the breast. The midwives didn't pick up on this after the first night and didn't think to tell me that this may be the problem, of course my Mother knew that this was the problem. After this, I felt even more inadequate, like my body wasn't doing anything it was suppose to. Firstly, the baby's head was coming in at a funny angle in my cervix and therefore didn't dilate enough, then I wasn't producing enough milk as it takes a while for a c-section body to produce these things and my baby was crying for food as he was starving. ANYWAY, after I realised that life doesn't always go to plan, or in this case, anywhere near to plan I accepted what had happened. The midwife weighed my little man and said his weight loss was well within limits so not to worry, NOW HIS A RIGHT LITTLE FATTY. I am feeling much better and this BLUE BLACK BLUE feeling disappeared after about 5 days, I thought I was going to have to be sectioned at one point. Hormones do weird things to you that's for sure.

On a happy note, Izaak is a content and happy baby. He hates being dressed, undressed and particularly having his nappy changed oh and not having his regular breast and bottle. He loves the bath, being cuddled up against the chest where he brings his little frog legs up and generally receiving any kind of affection. He is so aware and alert and I am so proud to have created such a perfect little human. It's like he has always been with me and I could never imagine life without him. I still get tears in my eyes when he stares intently at me, god I love him so much it hurts. Oh and by the way, I have gotten over the possessive bit too LOL. One thing I told his Dad and that was not to kiss him on the lips (can you believe he was doing that, not even I kiss Martin on the lips......breath) and not to pick him up if he's sleeping. He done that once in the hospital coz he just wanted to hold and kiss his son.

So, this is the story so far. I have bartered on enough and I hope you have had fun reading about it. We all have our own unique experiences to share here and I hope that regardless of the birthing process whether it was traumatic or not, you are all enjoying your offspring as much as I am.

Much love to you my sisters

ANASTACIA xxxxxx

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