Today I brought some bread from home. At the old offices there used to be a shop nearby and here, well here we are between somewhere and nowhere and no-one cares about buying bread for lunch. The two persons who suffer the most are the cleaning lady and myself.
I have to eat something at lunch time, before I was pregnant I never used to worry about lunch and sometimes it got so busy I forgot to eat. But being pregnant also comes with a built in clock or food alarm as I call it. I have to eat otherwise I will drop dead on the spot.
So we did not have bread the whole of last week. (I guess I dropped dead 4 times last week then). This morning I brought my own bread. I don’t know why I have all these issues with food but I do.
She smiled when I handed her the 2 slices of bread and I could see she was thankful. Like me she also has a big belly to support, for a different reason.
I don’t know when I started to love bread so much. I even blog about bread.
Am I going nuts??!!..oh nuts..mmmm cashew’s my fav sbtw.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Claudia's Birth Story
I've been meaning to post this for a while...
My problems started at 27 weeks, I started bleeding and hubby rushed me to hospital only to find out that my Gynae was on leave and another dr was standing in for him. The dr examined me and said that my placenta moved and was lying underneath baby. The previous week I went for my regular scan and everything was fine. He put me on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy. I can’t remember how many times I went to hospital between 27 and 34 weeks. The blood would dry up and when I got home the nightmare started all over again. I cried so much during those weeks, the blood was awful. When she was 2kg at 34 weeks the dr decided to do the C-sec. I was given anesthetic because she had to go to I.C.U straight away after birth.
When I woke up I was in allot of pain, but not from the cut, it felt like the dr’s made a fire inside my belly!!! The dr explained later when he cut me open he found placenta everywhere, and he had to dig for the baby. He also had another problem, my placenta grew onto my ovaries and he had to put stitches in where he cut the placenta loose, and if it did not come loose the only other alternative was to give me a hysterectomy but luckily he managed to get it loose from the ovaries.
I had to get a blood transfusion after the birth, I lost so much blood. I wish they put me in another ward, because the worst part is just laying there without my baby while the other mommies were up and breastfeeding their babies.
On the 2nd day when the catheter came out hubby brought a wheelchair and wheeled me to the I.C.U where I could go and see our baby. The sisters helped me pick her up, she had about 8 wires and pipes on her little body. (her weight fell to 1,8kg). I fell in love immediately.
For the next 2 weeks I made friends with almost all the staff in hospital. They encouraged me to eat and take a break and promised to watch her. They brought me hospital food and one lady even bought me lunch at the cafeteria one day. I was there every minute, holding and comforting her. They brought me magazines to read and gave me regular updates on my little girls well being. The only reason she couldn’t go home is she couldn’t suck on her own and we had to teach her the sucking reflex, that is when you give the baby milk and you put your finger under her chin and massage the chin area. She was a little fighter, and the day she drank all her milk she was allowed to go home.
That day couldn’t come sooner. It must have been the best news ever when the dr announced that she could go home!
The last few weeks of my pregnancy was horrible, but the reward in the end was all worth it. Today she is more precious than everything, and she will always be our miracle baby.
My problems started at 27 weeks, I started bleeding and hubby rushed me to hospital only to find out that my Gynae was on leave and another dr was standing in for him. The dr examined me and said that my placenta moved and was lying underneath baby. The previous week I went for my regular scan and everything was fine. He put me on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy. I can’t remember how many times I went to hospital between 27 and 34 weeks. The blood would dry up and when I got home the nightmare started all over again. I cried so much during those weeks, the blood was awful. When she was 2kg at 34 weeks the dr decided to do the C-sec. I was given anesthetic because she had to go to I.C.U straight away after birth.
When I woke up I was in allot of pain, but not from the cut, it felt like the dr’s made a fire inside my belly!!! The dr explained later when he cut me open he found placenta everywhere, and he had to dig for the baby. He also had another problem, my placenta grew onto my ovaries and he had to put stitches in where he cut the placenta loose, and if it did not come loose the only other alternative was to give me a hysterectomy but luckily he managed to get it loose from the ovaries.
I had to get a blood transfusion after the birth, I lost so much blood. I wish they put me in another ward, because the worst part is just laying there without my baby while the other mommies were up and breastfeeding their babies.
On the 2nd day when the catheter came out hubby brought a wheelchair and wheeled me to the I.C.U where I could go and see our baby. The sisters helped me pick her up, she had about 8 wires and pipes on her little body. (her weight fell to 1,8kg). I fell in love immediately.
For the next 2 weeks I made friends with almost all the staff in hospital. They encouraged me to eat and take a break and promised to watch her. They brought me hospital food and one lady even bought me lunch at the cafeteria one day. I was there every minute, holding and comforting her. They brought me magazines to read and gave me regular updates on my little girls well being. The only reason she couldn’t go home is she couldn’t suck on her own and we had to teach her the sucking reflex, that is when you give the baby milk and you put your finger under her chin and massage the chin area. She was a little fighter, and the day she drank all her milk she was allowed to go home.
That day couldn’t come sooner. It must have been the best news ever when the dr announced that she could go home!
The last few weeks of my pregnancy was horrible, but the reward in the end was all worth it. Today she is more precious than everything, and she will always be our miracle baby.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Humpty Dumpty..
So I carry 2 laptops, 2 oranges, my handbag and a school bag. I fall. The oranges make their way down the paving into my neighbor’s yard. Hubby comes running. Claudia stands at the bottom of the steps laughing at her mother that just pulled a circus act on her. I laugh with her; maybe it will help ease the pain on my wrist and the top of my bum that caught the step. Then he tells me to be careful. Yeah, like that is going to happen when you expect me to carry everything…anyway….
For a moment I am dizzy and shaking. What if I hurt the baby? A moment later he kicks, so casual like he did not know his mother had a great fall at the backdoor of his soon-to-be home. He kicks again just to remind me he is still there. He heard his sister laugh I figured, it always wakes him up and let him drumroll in my tummy.
I don’t bother looking for the oranges, they can stay and grow where they are for all I care. On our way to school Claudia still laughs like she can’t get over the images in her mind that she just saw.
My bum hurts, but I’m ok. Baby is ok. The whole world is ok, just for today.
For a moment I am dizzy and shaking. What if I hurt the baby? A moment later he kicks, so casual like he did not know his mother had a great fall at the backdoor of his soon-to-be home. He kicks again just to remind me he is still there. He heard his sister laugh I figured, it always wakes him up and let him drumroll in my tummy.
I don’t bother looking for the oranges, they can stay and grow where they are for all I care. On our way to school Claudia still laughs like she can’t get over the images in her mind that she just saw.
My bum hurts, but I’m ok. Baby is ok. The whole world is ok, just for today.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Fat free? I think not
When your husband goes to the shops and you ask him to bring you Turkish delight and he returns with fat-free-energade-jellies then you have a problem. Maybe he thinks you are getting a bit f-a-t. Maybe he wants you to think that he does not know what Turkish delight is and the next best thing was fat-free-energade-jellies. Maybe he listened to every word the nurse said when she told you what not to eat to maintain a good weight. Taking your husband to a scan has its pro’s and con’s I suppose
The first time I thought it was something quick he grabbed at the check out point because he forgot to get me the Turkish delight. The second time was last night and I instantly knew there were reasons behind it. My word..I’m getting fat!! My husband seems to think so too, like the answer to my weight problems lies in those fat-free-energade-jellies.
The truth is, I need a Turkish delight when I ask for Turkish delight. If my body craved fat-free food I would have said “hey bring me some of those fat-free-jellies while you are out”. Oh, and “hey I couldn’t get enough of the fat-free-milk that I enjoy with my morning tea and cereal so I finished it all!”
I don’t need this eat-fat-free-stay-fat-free bull while I am pregnant.
I need real food.
The first time I thought it was something quick he grabbed at the check out point because he forgot to get me the Turkish delight. The second time was last night and I instantly knew there were reasons behind it. My word..I’m getting fat!! My husband seems to think so too, like the answer to my weight problems lies in those fat-free-energade-jellies.
The truth is, I need a Turkish delight when I ask for Turkish delight. If my body craved fat-free food I would have said “hey bring me some of those fat-free-jellies while you are out”. Oh, and “hey I couldn’t get enough of the fat-free-milk that I enjoy with my morning tea and cereal so I finished it all!”
I don’t need this eat-fat-free-stay-fat-free bull while I am pregnant.
I need real food.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
MIL Diaries
First of all congratulations to Tammi who had her baby girl this morning, my friend I am so happy for you!! May she bring joy and love to your lives from now on.
It is D-day for me, mother-in-law moved in for 3 months I think, but not sure. She’s ok but after a day or two we start rubbing shoulders and that is where the problems starts. I thought I could spend some quality time with Claudia before the baby comes but that aint going to happen now. I can pull all my hair out for allowing all this. But you know how it goes if you squirt a word then you are the Bitch of the house.
It is my preggie hormones that I don’t trust. Maybe if it was any other time it would have been fine. We have to prepare for our boy so before and afterwards the emotions will be high, now top that off with a mother in law and you have one big disaster waiting to happen. I have tried for the last 7 months to keep myself calm and quiet. I don’t know if I will be able to control myself from today.
My bags are packed, including an extra one just in case I have to leave to go to my sisters place if push comes to shove. Yes, if it means that I have to go to my sisters for some peace and quiet then I will have to go.
I hate it when people look over my shoulder.
It is D-day for me, mother-in-law moved in for 3 months I think, but not sure. She’s ok but after a day or two we start rubbing shoulders and that is where the problems starts. I thought I could spend some quality time with Claudia before the baby comes but that aint going to happen now. I can pull all my hair out for allowing all this. But you know how it goes if you squirt a word then you are the Bitch of the house.
It is my preggie hormones that I don’t trust. Maybe if it was any other time it would have been fine. We have to prepare for our boy so before and afterwards the emotions will be high, now top that off with a mother in law and you have one big disaster waiting to happen. I have tried for the last 7 months to keep myself calm and quiet. I don’t know if I will be able to control myself from today.
My bags are packed, including an extra one just in case I have to leave to go to my sisters place if push comes to shove. Yes, if it means that I have to go to my sisters for some peace and quiet then I will have to go.
I hate it when people look over my shoulder.
Friday, June 12, 2009
The start of day
My day begins at 6pm when I am wakened by a hyperactive little girl and a Cat that follows her every step. She throws her arms around my neck, and the Cat..well the Cat is there for one reason and that is food. The morning coffee arrives from hubby (sometimes I think that is the only thing his mother showed him to do). Once he tried to bake and egg and it ended up next to the Pan instead of inside.
At about half past seven the doorbell rings for a fresh visit from mother-in-law on her way to work. Sometimes she complains, sometimes she brings us the latest family gossip, sometimes she fafs about our household but I couldn’t care less that time of the morning, I have honestly learnt to switch off between half past six & seven.
Between seven and half past we dress, and it is a mission telling a 4 year old what to put on according to the weather when all she really wants to put on is Bratz, Barbie or Hannah Montannah… Yesterday we searched for the Mickey Mouse beanie, and of all the beanies in her cupboard old Mickey had to be the one…
At half past seven I drop her at school and start the worst part of my day, the 60kms to work. One and a half hours later I arrive at work if there were no accidents, but on average 3 days out of 5 there are lane closures and accidents unfortunately. Not to mention one or more of the many robots that is out.
I leave work at half past three hoping to get to school at five, and once again, if I am lucky. At the end of July I am going on pregnancy leave, and hopefully I will sort out my life at the end of this year. I hate rushing to work and back.
At about half past seven the doorbell rings for a fresh visit from mother-in-law on her way to work. Sometimes she complains, sometimes she brings us the latest family gossip, sometimes she fafs about our household but I couldn’t care less that time of the morning, I have honestly learnt to switch off between half past six & seven.
Between seven and half past we dress, and it is a mission telling a 4 year old what to put on according to the weather when all she really wants to put on is Bratz, Barbie or Hannah Montannah… Yesterday we searched for the Mickey Mouse beanie, and of all the beanies in her cupboard old Mickey had to be the one…
At half past seven I drop her at school and start the worst part of my day, the 60kms to work. One and a half hours later I arrive at work if there were no accidents, but on average 3 days out of 5 there are lane closures and accidents unfortunately. Not to mention one or more of the many robots that is out.
I leave work at half past three hoping to get to school at five, and once again, if I am lucky. At the end of July I am going on pregnancy leave, and hopefully I will sort out my life at the end of this year. I hate rushing to work and back.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Dad
I don’t know what made him care less or me for that matter. Death in a family is supposed to bring people closer to each other; well it has torn us apart for many years now. Do I wish things were like they used to be? Not really, it was nothing to write home about. Maybe I have finally accepted all his faults and just see him as an ordinary person.
People have been horrible to me about this distancing from my father. I know it is my Dad, no matter what. I know his time on earth is probably shorter than mine, and when he dies and I won’t forgive myself for not talking to him it would be my issues to deal with. I dislike people who think they can carry the whole world on their shoulders, including the issues I have with my Dad.
We are both stubborn. We are both to blame.
But the damage is done. I don’t blame my Stepmom, cause every person has the right to make their own decisions about including people in their lives. Maybe one can manipulate those decisions, but in the end if you have made up your mind about someone nobody can change it.
People have been horrible to me about this distancing from my father. I know it is my Dad, no matter what. I know his time on earth is probably shorter than mine, and when he dies and I won’t forgive myself for not talking to him it would be my issues to deal with. I dislike people who think they can carry the whole world on their shoulders, including the issues I have with my Dad.
We are both stubborn. We are both to blame.
But the damage is done. I don’t blame my Stepmom, cause every person has the right to make their own decisions about including people in their lives. Maybe one can manipulate those decisions, but in the end if you have made up your mind about someone nobody can change it.
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