12 weeks old
10/11/2009·friends · notify me ?
still no word on when Ivy may come home! Seems like an eternity ago I was pregnant, I miss my bump loads and wonder how she would've felt still moving about in there now...though I suppose she'll be 42 weeks tomorrow so I'd have either been sectioned or induced by now anyway. Meh. My SIL phoned on Ivy's due day in a fit of excitement as she is pregnant again, and while I'm delighted for them and chuffed that I'm going to be an aunty again, she really could have chosen a better day to tell me! I think she thought it was nice to tell me on Ivy's due date, when really I was moping about wishing I was still pregnant like I should be and not *still* sitting in hospital, 250 miles from home and really annoyed that through no fault of my own it looks like I'll never get the whole proper normal pregnancy now :( Boo. I didn't piss on her fire anyway, just grumbled a bit to myself-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ivy has gone from one extreme to the other. When we arrived in Bristol nearly 3 weeks ago she was nil-by-mouth for the second time and mightily upset about it; and nothing was coming out the other end either. Now, back in Truro she's trying to drink all the stored expressed milk in as short a time as possible and so it's barely touching the sides. So instead of trying to *ahem* free it up in there, they're now trying to slow the whole digestive transit down as it's coming out the other end pretty much the same as it when in...not great. I'm trying not to worry about her belly, after all she's been poked and prodded by surgeons and consultants from across the south west and they're happy; she's had every kind of x-ray and scan they can do without cutting her open; but I'm still worried about it! I still check her belly isn't distended every time I change her bum and sadly think I probably will for a long while to come yet. Neurotic? Moi?----------------------------------------------------------------------- Just can't wait for her to get it sorted so we can finally bring her home, we're only a couple of weeks away from the being the first BA on the board and the last one home, I don't really mind so long as I do get her home, but 12 weeks and counting in hospital with no end in sight is not my idea of being a parent to either of my girls.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't get me wrong I am very, very grateful to have her, even at a distance. There have been many moments when I really didn't dare believe we could get this far. Still we only have clothes for her in her current size, there's nowhere for her clothes to live in the house, no pram and no moses basket as yet. I still daren't, but I have got round to washing Violet's old bits and bobs, her bouncy chair, some of her tiny clothes and all the bedding. I am finally beginning to hope and prepare for the idea that she may come home and live with us here; and every visit I'm hoping they'll ask me to room in and start the discharge process and all the terrifying connotations of having her here by myself with Violet.....Scary!! We're hoping for before Christmas at least.--------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 weeks in Bristol was hard. I mentally created many a journal entry ranting about various things, from the nurse who after 3 days of caring for Ivy was still calling her a 'he' and insisting I was wrong about when Ivy was due, (her corrected age in NNU speak). Honestly, after the 4th or 5th time I really could have slapped her, but settled for crying and walking out instead, I know when Ivy was due FFS!! On arriving we found out there wasn't a room for us to stay in after we'd travelled all 250 miles, luckily a local lady vacated her room so we could have it. The next morning we found that that the plan as we'd been told was wrong; they were firstly going to redo all the tests Truro had done and that it was going to take a bit longer than we'd thought. So hubby went home to look after Violet and I stayed; and when we found it was going to be quite a bit longer they came to visit for the night too! It was lovely to spend all day with Ivy though, for the first time I got to do all her nappy changes and have many cuddles and feed her bottles when she started being fed. And the nurses showed me how to tube feed her and massage her too which was cool. They found her a bouncy seat so she look around and we gave her her first bath! And every day Violet sang me twinkle, twinkle little star down the phone :)------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I met some really lovely mum's there, every one of them with a hard story to tell, it was really wonderful to meet other mum's who really understood, so we could compare silly comments other people make and such. It's a tough place to be sometimes, with a lot of brave families and a lot of heartbreak.--------------------------------------------------------------------------Above all I am very sad that Aislin grew her wings before she and Ivy were big enough to play on the beach together. Sweet dreams precious angel x
pixiejo · you!
Updated 10/11/2009
sorry about the complete lack of paragraphs I can't make them stay in! I press post and it bungs all the text back together ina big lump.
*shakes fist at computer*
Jo x
originally posted on babycentre community board; x-posted to www.handprints.org.uk/pixiejos-previous-blogs.html
still no word on when Ivy may come home! Seems like an eternity ago I was pregnant, I miss my bump loads and wonder how she would've felt still moving about in there now...though I suppose she'll be 42 weeks tomorrow so I'd have either been sectioned or induced by now anyway. Meh. My SIL phoned on Ivy's due day in a fit of excitement as she is pregnant again, and while I'm delighted for them and chuffed that I'm going to be an aunty again, she really could have chosen a better day to tell me! I think she thought it was nice to tell me on Ivy's due date, when really I was moping about wishing I was still pregnant like I should be and not *still* sitting in hospital, 250 miles from home and really annoyed that through no fault of my own it looks like I'll never get the whole proper normal pregnancy now :( Boo. I didn't piss on her fire anyway, just grumbled a bit to myself-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ivy has gone from one extreme to the other. When we arrived in Bristol nearly 3 weeks ago she was nil-by-mouth for the second time and mightily upset about it; and nothing was coming out the other end either. Now, back in Truro she's trying to drink all the stored expressed milk in as short a time as possible and so it's barely touching the sides. So instead of trying to *ahem* free it up in there, they're now trying to slow the whole digestive transit down as it's coming out the other end pretty much the same as it when in...not great. I'm trying not to worry about her belly, after all she's been poked and prodded by surgeons and consultants from across the south west and they're happy; she's had every kind of x-ray and scan they can do without cutting her open; but I'm still worried about it! I still check her belly isn't distended every time I change her bum and sadly think I probably will for a long while to come yet. Neurotic? Moi?----------------------------------------------------------------------- Just can't wait for her to get it sorted so we can finally bring her home, we're only a couple of weeks away from the being the first BA on the board and the last one home, I don't really mind so long as I do get her home, but 12 weeks and counting in hospital with no end in sight is not my idea of being a parent to either of my girls.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't get me wrong I am very, very grateful to have her, even at a distance. There have been many moments when I really didn't dare believe we could get this far. Still we only have clothes for her in her current size, there's nowhere for her clothes to live in the house, no pram and no moses basket as yet. I still daren't, but I have got round to washing Violet's old bits and bobs, her bouncy chair, some of her tiny clothes and all the bedding. I am finally beginning to hope and prepare for the idea that she may come home and live with us here; and every visit I'm hoping they'll ask me to room in and start the discharge process and all the terrifying connotations of having her here by myself with Violet.....Scary!! We're hoping for before Christmas at least.--------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 weeks in Bristol was hard. I mentally created many a journal entry ranting about various things, from the nurse who after 3 days of caring for Ivy was still calling her a 'he' and insisting I was wrong about when Ivy was due, (her corrected age in NNU speak). Honestly, after the 4th or 5th time I really could have slapped her, but settled for crying and walking out instead, I know when Ivy was due FFS!! On arriving we found out there wasn't a room for us to stay in after we'd travelled all 250 miles, luckily a local lady vacated her room so we could have it. The next morning we found that that the plan as we'd been told was wrong; they were firstly going to redo all the tests Truro had done and that it was going to take a bit longer than we'd thought. So hubby went home to look after Violet and I stayed; and when we found it was going to be quite a bit longer they came to visit for the night too! It was lovely to spend all day with Ivy though, for the first time I got to do all her nappy changes and have many cuddles and feed her bottles when she started being fed. And the nurses showed me how to tube feed her and massage her too which was cool. They found her a bouncy seat so she look around and we gave her her first bath! And every day Violet sang me twinkle, twinkle little star down the phone :)------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I met some really lovely mum's there, every one of them with a hard story to tell, it was really wonderful to meet other mum's who really understood, so we could compare silly comments other people make and such. It's a tough place to be sometimes, with a lot of brave families and a lot of heartbreak.--------------------------------------------------------------------------Above all I am very sad that Aislin grew her wings before she and Ivy were big enough to play on the beach together. Sweet dreams precious angel x
pixiejo · you!
Updated 10/11/2009
sorry about the complete lack of paragraphs I can't make them stay in! I press post and it bungs all the text back together ina big lump.
*shakes fist at computer*
Jo x
originally posted on babycentre community board; x-posted to www.handprints.org.uk/pixiejos-previous-blogs.html