Blog Secret: Lips are sealed.

So Yesterday afternoon brought us very exciting news.

Pregnant? YES!

We are expecting another bundle of joy!

So far this is a blog secret, not many family members know, being only around the 5 week mark im a little reluctant to anounce it to the whole world.

So heres to another 35-36 weeks of pregnancy!

x

Bobbie, this was my reason for stopping reductil :D

Where oh where has my baby gone?

Well here we are 12-01-2010. Skylah's birthday has been and gone and my princess is now three.

I cannot believe how fast the past three years have gone. Where has my baby gone?

I shed a tear looking at photos of her first birthday party this morning, comparing to her second and now third. My baby is now a grown up 3 year old little princess that acts like she is 15 sometimes and puts me at shame in Woolworths on the odd occasion, what child doesn't?
I wouldn't have her any other way.

So yesterday marked the day that Skylah turned three.

Although Sunday was soo farking hot, we celebrated with family and friends. The kids had a swim; we ate lots of junk food and talked lots of crap. Skylah got very spoilt. The kids bashed the crap out of the poor piñata, Skylah was very upset because they were 'hurting' the unicorn, bless her. And come 3pm party was over and everyone had gone home to bed :))


We love you so much baby girl, we are so proud of you, Happy Birthday!

I can't wait for the day I tell your Woolworths stories at your twenty-first!

Twenty-one? Oh no.

I feel like this way too often lately.

I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess
He asked if I'd been 'computering',
And I had to answer 'yes.'

He told me to get off my butt,
And tidy up the house.
And so I started cleaning up...
The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside.
That really did the trick...
I was just admiring my good work.
I didn't mean to 'click.'

But click, I did, and oops - I found
A real absorbing site
That I got SO way into it -
I was into it all night.

So nothing's changed except my mouse.
It's as shiny as the sun.
I guess my house will stay a mess.....
While I sit here on my bum.

Sheer Talent.

I was lost for words when i watched this video.

This woman is so talented, even bringing a tear to my eye.

Kseniya Simonova, 24 of "Ukraine's Got Talent"/no more war
This video shows the winner of "Ukraine's Got Talent", Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II.

Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch. The images, projected onto a large screen, moved many in the audience to tears and she won the top prize of about $130,000.00

She begins by creating a scene showing a couple sitting holding hands on a bench under a starry sky, but then warplanes appear and the happy scene is obliterated.

It is replaced by a woman's face crying, but then a baby arrives and the woman smiles again. Once again war returns and Miss Simonova throws the sand into chaos from which a young woman's face appears.

She quickly becomes an old widow, her face wrinkled and sad, before the image turns into a monument to an Unknown Soldier.

This outdoor scene becomes framed by a window as if the viewer is looking out on the monument from within a house.

In the final scene, a mother and child appear inside and a man standing outside, with his hands pressed against the glass, saying goodbye.

The Great Patriotic War, as it is called in Ukraine , resulted in one in four of the population being killed with eight to 11 million deaths out of a population of 42 million.

Kseniya Simonova says:

"I find it difficult enough to create art using paper and pencils or paintbrushes, but using sand and fingers is beyond me. The art, especially when the war is used as the subject matter, even brings some audience members to tears. And there's surely no bigger compliment."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cri7aQHRT7k

Prince or Princess?

From the hospital I went home to relax, I did anything I could not to think about the increasingly more painful contractions I was now enduring.I had been on the phone to the hospital at regular intervals during the day “Just stay at home until you feel you need to come in” I remember sitting down next to my mum blubbering and making sure she knew full well how much I didn’t want my baby anymore because it ‘hurt too much’ – sook. Things were going to get alot worse before they got any better.

By 7pm I was encountering lower back pain with every contraction which were 7 minutes apart, in attempt to move things along I had a nice long relaxing bath and settled down in front of the TV to watch a movie.
I was feeling alot more relaxed at this point and ready to give it my all. I had small blocks of sleep in the next 5 hours until all of a sudden BAM! They hit me all of a sudden these mild contractions were becoming very intense and were only 4 minutes apart it was now 5am and I decided it was time to go to the hospital.

The ten minute drive to the hospital has got to be one of the most painful experiences I have ever endured! Every single little lump and bump set off another contraction and traffic lights? F**k You.

Arriving at the hospital my uterus decided it would no longer contract at 4 minutes but back to 6 minutes – great.
20 minutes later I was taken in for examination where I was told that I was still only 4cm dilated. I couldn’t believe it; here I was thinking this was it. Observation took place for the next hour with the trace strapped to my belly. I wasn’t progressing at all.I had a choice, I could stay up at the hospital and be monitored or I could go home until I felt again that I needed to go back to the hospital.
I was going home.

It was now the 10th of January – my youngest sisters birthday, her and one of our close family friends were arguing whose birthday my baby would be born on, Gavin’s being the next day. I desperately wanted it to be the tenth my patience was wearing thin and of course my baby had other plans.

I mopped about all day playing play station, in and out of the bath, watching TV, and crying because it had all become too much. By 6pm I was absolutely exhausted, my contractions were now 5 minutes apart and I got back in the car for that dreaded car ride for the last time.

Upon arrival I was taken to birthing room #4 where I would spend my next 12 hours. I was examined only to be told once again that I hadn’t progressed past 4cm dilated.

Let me just say that being a somewhat naive 16 year old, I had read pregnancy books and tried as much as I could to prepare for my baby, not once did a professional or anyone for that matter ever suggest that maybe I would need a caesarean section. I was set on a natural birth and it never even crossed my mind that I wouldn’t be able to deliver.

Afterward my waters were broken in attempt to move things along; this did nothing for me other than make my contractions alot worse without any progress in the dilating field. In the 5 hours following, the bath and shower were my best friends along with Johns massages on my lower back to help me through each contraction, I was now having to concentrate and breath through each one.

At 11pm I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t – I asked for pain relief, they chucked me straight on the gas, spinning me right out! I felt so drugged beside the fact that it did very little in helping ease the pain, although I felt like I was on another planet I did get a few small naps.

To my utter disappointment my progress at 2am was still a big fat zero, a doctor was sent in to see me and informed me that no progress by 7am and I would be having an emergency caesarean.
Of course 7am came around and I was still not progressing i wanted to scream why couldn't i do this?
Concern was now for the baby, showing signs of distress, alas my emergency caesarean was underway.Whilst being prepped I was a complete mess of tears and fear as I didn’t know what I was in for this procedure had not once been mentioned or explained to me before now. I was disappointed and angry, I felt cheated of my natural drug free labour that I had tried so hard for only for it all to end in a caesarean?

I was wheeled up to surgery, alone, screaming in pain and fearing the worst. I was given an epidural which I was petrified of after hearing stories of people never walking again?

At last John was allowed into theatre with me and the procedure began, I could feel alot of pulling and tugging which made me so queasy I almost choked on my own vomit.

The sex of our baby was a secret and so I was trying to focus on the excitement of finally finding out baby when I heard her first cry, tears sprang straight to my eyes and I couldn’t help but smile and cry tears of joy – it was over.

Seconds later John announced to me that we had a baby girl, such a proud daddy, we had come so far.


Skylah Lee entered the world at 8:36am on the 11th of January 2007, weighing 8’6 and measuring 50cm.

I know that the nurses in recovery got sick and tired of hearing me harp on about going to my room to see my baby girl and for that i apologise, i had just been through 2 days of pain and agony for this little girl i couldnt even hold OR look at until i was in my room.

The pain didn't matter and i was no longer tired, i was running on pure adrenaline.


Now nearly 3 years on I still remember the love I felt for my baby the very first time I seen her, the most beautiful, precious and priceless gift one could ever receive.

Mummy loves you so much baby girl xx

Sixteen & Pregnant.

Wednesday May 10 2006.
As I left home for school that morning I had a slight idea of what the day ahead would bring.
For 4 weeks beforehand I couldn't for the life of me think when my last period had been.
I was simply in denial.Taking the test while at school felt like my only option, what would my family think?

Walking into the toilets that day, I knew what the result would be, but nothing could confirm what I feared most, more than those two little pink lines.
I was absolutely petrified; I cannot even begin to explain the rush of emotions accelerating through my body that day.
Yes, I was sixteen and pregnant.
I spent the rest of the afternoon wallowing in self pity; I couldn't get out of this one.I had told my now fiancé and he had become very silent toward me; he was the least of my worries.
Most of all I was worried about telling my dad, a very strong willed man that expected so much from me.

I'm not going to lie, I did consider abortion for a very brief time, although by the time it came time to tell my dear father that he was going to be a grandfather the rest of my immediate family supported John and I in deciding that we would in fact keep our baby.

So D-day came, I had to tell my dad.I sat on the lounge next to my mother hiding in any way possible, whilst this baby did back flips in my stomach, feeling like I would throw up any minute.The wounded look of absolute disappointment that crossed my father’s face that day will be an image I will never ever forget, not in a life time. Arrangements were made for me to see my GP and also a counsellor in attempt to maybe change my mind?

I have to laugh now when I look back on this.
My dad takes me to my GP whom I had been seeing since I was 2 years old and tells him I'm pregnant, well didn’t his face D-R-O-P.
I was given pamphlets upon pamphlets on abortion amazingly nothing was ever mentioned about adoption or any other options that I may have been interested in?
My father was adamant that this baby would not be.

The following week I attended my very first counselling session with a very lovely and kind older lady that spoke to both my dad and I about.. well everything.After 4 sessions she was not changing my mind and I no longer wanted to talk about the ‘possibility’ of not having my baby. I finally had the strength to stand up against my dad and let him know that whether he liked it or not he was indeed going to be a grandfather.

So from here on I sucked it up and got on with it – pregnant.

I was more than half way through year 11 and it seemed that this pregnancy would work in with my schooling which I wanted more than anything i would be due to have my baby as school finished and would then go back to school when i felt able.
Pregnant and all I carried on with my life I kept my part time job at a local take away shop and attended school right up until just 4 weeks before my due date (06-01-07). Whilst also getting very clucky, lay-bying and buying for our much awaited baby!
At this point I was well and truly over being pregnant, in the last few weeks of my otherwise very easy pregnancy I started to have trouble with my blood pressure, so daily doctor visits it was.
Whilst getting very anxious and nervous about what was ahead of me my family defininatly made me feel worse some days making comments like “not long now you have dropped alot” not exactly what I wanted to hear, I was absolutely petrified of what was ahead of me!

On the 20th December 2006, we moved into a bigger house with my mum and started to set up ready for baby, Christmas came and went along with the new year, I brought 2007 in playing monopoly and sneezing like a trooper due to hay fever-not cool, the 6th of January, yes you guessed it, also came and went.

On the morning of the 8th January I awake to three very intense Braxton hicks. I knew that my baby was not far away as I endured quiet a few niggles during the day. The following day I had what was to be my last ante-natal appointment, I truly believe that I was already on my way. My doctor confirmed that yes I was infact 4cm dilated (yeeeha!) and helped me along by doing a ‘membrane sweep’ and sending me on my way with orders to grace the hospital for one last ultrasound to make sure my babe was still surrounded by enough amniotic fluid.

We decided that we would drop by home and fill my family in on the news grab and drink and then be on our way, doing just that 20 minutes later we were on our way to the hospital.By 40 weeks, 2 days I was absolutely huge! So here’s me, a beached whale waddling into the emergency dept to undergo my last ultrasound, everything was fine baby was fine, enough fluid and the nurse says “we’ll see you in a few days” excitement and fear overwhelmed me and my heart took off like a race horse, only double speed.

I didn’t even get out of the emergency dept and it all started, mild but regular contractions over took my body for the rest of the day.

Too catch the end of my well awaited birth story, stay tuned ;)