Updated Profile Pic.
Yes I am that desperate for something to post that I'm posting about changing my user pic.
Actually it turned into more than that, with Photos!
This is Emma in her cute Christmas Fairy outfit that my friend Donna bought her for Christmas. I swear she wore the thing for three days.I had to wait till she was fast asleep to get it off her every night.
She is growing so fast. She will be four in 3 months. Time has flown since she was born.
She starts school next year. I don't want her to grow up just yet. She's my last baby.
I got my tubes done when she was born. I had a very emotional pregnancy.
When I was 9 weeks along, the Doc arranged test for Downs Syndrome. I had a blood test and an Ultra Sound. The results showed that there was avery good chance she would have Downs.
My Doctor advised, not told, me to have an abortion. Because if I waited for the amnio at 18 weeks then I would have to give birth and let it die. That's right, that is was my Female, Mother herself, Doctor told me.
There was no way I was going to abort. There was still the chance that I would have a 'normal' baby. I was not going to live the rest of my life wondering "What if."
If I did happen to have a DS child, so be it.
I didn't go back to a Doctor till I was 30 weeks. I didn't take all the monthly pregnancy photos I had planned. I didn't lie awake all night picturing what my baby would look like.
I only told 2 or 3 people my fears. Everytime one of the parents at school touched my belly or asked how the baby was, I felt horrible. I didn't want them to feel uncomfortable around me.
So, it was a waiting game. Waiting for her to be born, so I would know.
She was two weeks late.
I had to go to be induced at 42 weeks. I was looking forward to giving birth. Seeing her face for the first time when she was laid on my chest. Giving her her first cuddle, changing her first nappy, giving her first bath, everything.
But, she had other ideas. She was feet down. Breech. So I had to have a C Section. I had a friend with me and she was able to tell me how Emma looked. Normal, thank goodness.
Before they put the needle in my back, I asked them to my tubes. My exact words were; "While you're in there.." Hehe
I got a quick look at her face, she was bundled up by the time I saw her. Then she was whisked away so the Doctors could finish their job. I was in recovery for an hour before I was taken to my room and allowed to hold her.
I didn't give her her first cuddle, her first bath, changer her first nappy, dress her in her first outfit, or even take her first photo.
I wasn't allowed to stand for 24 hours, so I had to call a nurse when ever she needed feeding. I couldn't even pick her up. I felt robbed.
I know it was almost four years ago. I know I was lucky to have a perfectly healthy baby. But I still feel robbed of those firsts.
My first look at my girl.
The first time I got to hold her.
Meeting Liam
Meeting Brodie.
Absolutely Gorgeous.
My girl today. What a personality!
Actually it turned into more than that, with Photos!
This is Emma in her cute Christmas Fairy outfit that my friend Donna bought her for Christmas. I swear she wore the thing for three days.I had to wait till she was fast asleep to get it off her every night.
She is growing so fast. She will be four in 3 months. Time has flown since she was born.
She starts school next year. I don't want her to grow up just yet. She's my last baby.
I got my tubes done when she was born. I had a very emotional pregnancy.
When I was 9 weeks along, the Doc arranged test for Downs Syndrome. I had a blood test and an Ultra Sound. The results showed that there was avery good chance she would have Downs.
My Doctor advised, not told, me to have an abortion. Because if I waited for the amnio at 18 weeks then I would have to give birth and let it die. That's right, that is was my Female, Mother herself, Doctor told me.
There was no way I was going to abort. There was still the chance that I would have a 'normal' baby. I was not going to live the rest of my life wondering "What if."
If I did happen to have a DS child, so be it.
I didn't go back to a Doctor till I was 30 weeks. I didn't take all the monthly pregnancy photos I had planned. I didn't lie awake all night picturing what my baby would look like.
I only told 2 or 3 people my fears. Everytime one of the parents at school touched my belly or asked how the baby was, I felt horrible. I didn't want them to feel uncomfortable around me.
So, it was a waiting game. Waiting for her to be born, so I would know.
She was two weeks late.
I had to go to be induced at 42 weeks. I was looking forward to giving birth. Seeing her face for the first time when she was laid on my chest. Giving her her first cuddle, changing her first nappy, giving her first bath, everything.
But, she had other ideas. She was feet down. Breech. So I had to have a C Section. I had a friend with me and she was able to tell me how Emma looked. Normal, thank goodness.
Before they put the needle in my back, I asked them to my tubes. My exact words were; "While you're in there.." Hehe
I got a quick look at her face, she was bundled up by the time I saw her. Then she was whisked away so the Doctors could finish their job. I was in recovery for an hour before I was taken to my room and allowed to hold her.
I didn't give her her first cuddle, her first bath, changer her first nappy, dress her in her first outfit, or even take her first photo.
I wasn't allowed to stand for 24 hours, so I had to call a nurse when ever she needed feeding. I couldn't even pick her up. I felt robbed.
I know it was almost four years ago. I know I was lucky to have a perfectly healthy baby. But I still feel robbed of those firsts.
My first look at my girl.
The first time I got to hold her.
Meeting Liam
Meeting Brodie.
Absolutely Gorgeous.
My girl today. What a personality!