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Slade Sex: boy Born: 31 March, 2008 Age: 3 years & 320 days Birthday in: 45 days Starsign: Aries Development: See the 32 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

Slade's birth.

During my entire pregnancy Slade has consistently measured anywhere from two to five weeks ahead of schedule. Averaging around three weeks ahead. This caused my nurses to tell me throughout my entire pregnancy that I would most likely be induced at 38 weeks. At my 37 week appt my doctor told me 'I think it's best to just see how things progress naturally'. I had spent months thinking 38 weeks was the date and now with one week to go he wanted to wait and see. I was already 2cm dilated by this stage so I had my membranes stripped (not a lot of fun really) and went home expecting to go into labour. I didn't. The days turned into weeks and eventually I was booked in to be induced eleven days past my due date. I didn't sleep the night before. I was anxious and excited. I was going to meet my baby the next day. Or so I thought. I arrived at the hospital at 6.45am and was shocked at how fast they had me up on the bed and had broken my waters. I was nervous. No going back now. I was encouraged to walk around the halls and use the stairs so try and get those contractions going. As I paced the halls without a single pain listening to the screams of the other women who were obviously not as fortunate as me I was starting to get upset. I didn't want the pain but why wasn't I in labor? A couple of hours of pacing and the nurses decided I needed medication to get my contractions going. By nine thirty they had turned my syntocin onto 1 and I began getting mild discomfort. They turned it to 2, stronger, 4 OW, 8 Seriously OW, 12 Ok this will do!, 16 OH FOR FECKS SAKE, and finally hours and hours later it was turned to 20! Slade's heartrate began to drop repeatedly with every intake of syntocin. It was getting bad the nurses wanted to do a stress test where they scraped his head and measured the blood or something. WORST PAIN EVER!!!!!! Also I felt teary for my poor baby who ended up with two head scrapes and a screwed in heart monitor into his scalp for better heart monitoring. I was in too much pain by this stage and ordered an epidural. Somehow the guy that does the epidurals is the sexiest man alive. Seriously you could kiss him. I was so rude when he walked in. I actually put my hand up and shooshed him! But then when he came back I apologised and he said it's always like meeting two different women, the one when he first meets them and the one when he comes back! During the epidural trying to stay still while in agony and contracting was insanely difficult but thanks to my lovely mothers shoulders I did it. I clung to her like a kitten clings to a tree. Soon I was feeling much better but Slade wasn't. His heartrate was getting dangerously low regularly dropping to around sixty beats per minute. By midnight that night they said they thought the best thing would be an emergency c-section as I was still only four centimetres dilated (I was two and a half when i had entered the hospital almost eighteen hours earlier) and so I agreed wholeheartedly. By this stage I was so tired I couldn't have pushed him out anyway. I had an epidural top up and was wheeled into theatre. There is nothing so surreal as a c-section. You're awake and you know you're being operated on, and I should have been more nervous but I was so tired and the lovely anaesthetist who did my epidural helped in the procedure and made sure I was lovely and comfortable. I occasionally drifted off for a few mins at a time, which i'm not sure wasn't thanks to him letting me get some rest. I woke up several times to him asking me questions and my wonderful husband giving me words of encouragement and getting what I can only describe as emotional. What didn't seem like very long later but was actually an hour and a half baby Slade entered the world. I heard him cry and I said tearily 'oh that's him crying!'. I asked my husband how he was and my husband told me he was fantastic. Slade was brought over to me crying and his little face all sad and scared broke my heart. I remember that well and have pictures of that moment but before I could memorise his face too well he was whisked away. I spent another hour being sewn up and another half an hour in recovery and I didn't get to see my son, or know any details about him until 3am! I had entered the hospital at 6.45am the morning before so I was very very tired but all I could think about was my son. I eventually got to see him and my mother and husband who had been watching him while I was busy in theatre were told to go home and rest. By this time it was 4.45 and I was in a dark hospital room with a new tiny crying baby. terrified he might die, or stop breathing or any of 1000 things that could go wrong. The girl who shared my room was crying her eyes out. i can't remember if I joined her but i remember wanting to. I was so lonely in that moment. Ecstatic but I couldn't wait until 8am the next day to see my mother and husband again and my visitors so I didn't feel like I was going to mess the whole thing up. The recovery wasn't fun at all. I had trouble pooping, showering and peeing, sleeping and to make matters worse Slade wasn't taking to the breast and I wasn't allowed to go home until he had fed properly from the breast. When he did take we filmed it. On the first night, I went to the toilet to pee. Not an easy thing after a c-section and when I came back Slade was red/purple and not breathing. I grabbed him and raced into the hall where the nurses where and said 'HES NOT BREATHING HELP HE"S NOT BREATHING' and the promptly came and snatched him smacked him on his back or something minor and he was fine. They smiled and said 'it's ok newborns do that sometimes'. tears were streaming down my face. ''Oh you gave your mother a fright' they said. I don't think I settled down my nerves for another week after that. He didn't poop in four days so I called people and they said bring him to the hospital and just as we were packing he did a big poop. I think no one can prepare you for being a first time mother or the way you're so emotionally wrecked in that first week after having your baby but looking at him now, he was worth every second i've ever spent waiting for him.

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Heidi Elizabeth Sex: girl Born: 08 March, 2010 Age: 1 years & 343 days Birthday in: 22 days Starsign: Pisces Development: See the 23 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

Birth details

Original due date: March 15 2010
Type of delivery: Cesarean section
Duration of labor: ----
Weight @ birth: 3310gm (7lb3oz)
Length @ birth: 49.6

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