Riley
It's taken me a while to get to this point where i have the time to sit down and write about the new addition to my life. His name is Riley Cooper Mudford... and he was born on September 4th.. (father's day for those of you that are interested). After 9 months of being unwell and being admitted to hospital 4 times (before he was born), I was glad when he finally came to meet us. Friday night (2nd sept), my waters broke.. though unlike most that would probably be able to tell you that they have a funny story about where their waters broke... (shops, car, etc)... i was lucky enough to have just woken from a sleep... refused a hug from brock as i made a quick dash to the toilet to relieve my bladder... but as i was about to stand i felt something i had never felt before... sat back down (details are just wrong aren't they hahah)... and a big gush came out that i had no control over... couldn't stop it.. so I yelled out to brock and said i think my waters had broken... he was joking around thinking i wasn't being serious... called mum and she asked why i thought they had... and considering it just kept coming... and then stopping and coming and stopping i was like rightttttttttt... this is wierd... so called the midwife and she said to go in to the hospital but to take my time... so off i went for the 5th time to the hospital (i was that much of a regular, that all the people there were starting to know me). Once we got there, they hooked me up to an ECG?? machine (where they measure the contractions - if any and monitor the baby's heart rate). She basically said i had two options, 1. I could stay in hospital and hope that labour comes on naturally.... or 2. I could come back when i was in labour, or the next day to do more observations. Considering i was sick of being in hospital... i of course picked number 2... later to be told i wouldn't be going anywhere!!! Not happy jan. I was having mild contractions and they thought i would be going into labour that night... but Riley decided not to come then.
Saturday night I wasn't feeling too good... nauseated and all that jazz... and i didn't really feel like eating... but was having as much water as possible. At about 8pm, i took a couple of sleeping tablets to completely knock myself out... well until about 11pm when i woke in pain... after that there was no sleep coming my way... at about 4am i think i went into labour... well what i would call proper labour... I started throwing up... and it wasn't nice... as i wasn't feeling well previously there was no food in my tummy... so i just threw up bile... and more bile... i went down to delivery about 5:30am... and continued to throw up... Brock arrived at about 5:45am... after i said to come in early (they said 7am to him... like hell i could wait that long). They tried putting a drip in my arm three times with anesthetic (which hurts to start with).. and as i was so dehydrated, my veins collapsed each time... so the last one she did, she had no local anesthetic (major ouchies).. it worked.. but that area was sore for a few days... those needles and the tube they stuff up ya arm arent exactly the smallest things!!!
The lady in delivery next door made everything so bad... (when i say bad... i mean she was screaming the whole ward down... screaming she couldn't breath and to get the thing out of her.... but i'm telling you... she couldn't of been having that much trouble breathing with the way she was screaming!!) i asked for an epidural after hearing that... they told me the guy would be an hour away as he was in theatre... they decided to put a drug into me that bought the contractions on more... and made them worse and quicker and just more ouchies in general... after continuously asking where the guy was to give me my epi... he finally arrived after being held up for a couple of hours... (all the while i was sucking the gas thing... and i swear it doesn't take the edge off like they tell ya... but boy... do you get off ya face on that!!!) On inspection... they found i was already 9cm dilated (need to be 9-10 to start pushing) and couldn't have the epidural as i was too far along. Brock asked if there was time for him to go to the toilet... the lady said yes... there would be a few hours before i started pushing... WRONG!!!! He came back and i had already pushed a couple of times... the widwife asked if he had a camera as soon as he walked in the door coz it wouldn't be long... 45mins of pushing later.... Riley arrived... (though he didn't have a name for a few days... so the new little man in my life arrived)... I am telling you that pushing and giving birth was much much MUCH easier than going through labour ... the contractions were absolutely horrific... never felt pain like it in my life... and can't for the life of me remember what that pain felt like now either... I was an absolute bitch when having contractions... well that's when i wasn't going off on same tangent blabbering on about who knows what coz i was so off my face on the gas... but during the whole pushing thing... when i wasn't pushing i was having a conversation with brock.. he said i hardly screamed at all... which i thought i was... but nope... memory is shocking.
I was told when ya first hold your child... it is like you have been given E.T. and told to love it... at the time.. it's not... but looking back on photos.. i see the resemblance to E.T..
See what i mean....
Weight: 8 pound... or 3.636 Kg
Length: 21inches... or 52cm
Head Circumfrence.... 33cm (OUCH)
Then after that... i was jabbed with a needle... which i meant to help the after birth come away... after complaining that it was hurting a lot... she decided it was stuck... and then put a catherder in (for those that don't know...it goes up your urethera... or pee tube... into the bladder)... drained my bladder... removed it... *ouch for putting it in and taking it out* and then the after birth came out all fine... eeewwwwwww!!!
I got stitched up... 12 stitches in total... walked a bit funny for a week or two... and then... our first family photo...
That hospital gown is real attractive!!! i was exhausted... can you tell hahaha
So all was well and good... Was thinking about going home from hospital a couple of days later... but then found he had Jaundice... and he was put on a billyblanket.. Little suit thing over a phototherapy light to try help the body get rid of some extra thing... and get the liver working properly... very heartbreaking at the start as he was going to go to into the special care nursery in a humidicrib... where you can only put your hands through to touch him... but a lot of relief when he didn't have to and could come back to my bedside... He looked like he was on a disco floor... very cute....
What you think?
He is now 1 month and two days old... and cuter than ever... I dont' have a photo of him this week on the computer yet... but here is one from a week ago... I can't get over how much he has grown already... and how strong he is... big boy i tells ya
Well i am off to shower quickly before he wakes for his next feed... hungry little thing i tells ya... but absolutely gorgeous... I am loving it.. i have so much more energy and feel so much better now that i'm not pregnant...
Sorry for babbling on for so long... but it's been a while since the last update... so you can all deal with the space i am taking up in your lj hehehe
love and light to all
neika
Oh by the way... you should all go buy the James Blunt CD... absolutely awesome... makes me wanna move... yet sit and contemplate life... and take everything in... fantastic CD... Brock thought it was from the 60's... but nope... he rocks!!