Now that the sun has decided to show it’s face, I’ve discovered out house gets quite warm so for around the house he’s left in a nappy. I’ve even been brave enough to give him some nappy free time. Lots of cool baths at the end of the days along with lots of time to splash. For outside the house I’m armed with suncream to smother him in and a sunhat to wrestle on to his head. I have been trying not to go out when the Sun is in his prime, for both mine and his sake. Finding shade to sit and have a chew of our fingers is much more fun then feeling like a fried egg.
After collapsing yesterday in immense pain whilst visiting Cotswold farm park, the man rushed me home where I then went straight to the doctors. After poking my belly, which was incredibly painful to the touch he said it was most likely that I had gallstones and needed to go the hospital. I was in the room when he rang the hospital, they didn’t seem to believe him as they said I was too young and that it was most unlikely to be gallstones. He stated to them that I had just recently had a baby and that the pregnancy which was the most probable cause. I went to the hospital where I was given painkillers and admitted to stay overnight.
That was last night, It was only today that it was confirmed that I actually had gallstones after having a scan. Yesterday they threw a x-ray and some blood tests at me butt didn’t pick up anything else. I’m not in pain today so as soon as I was scanned I was booted out and was told there will be a letter in the post to discuss surgery. Once I got home I self educated myself with the help of wikipedia on everything Gall Bladder related and looked at pictures which I’ll be kind enough not to share with you, on what the stones look like in the Gall Bladder.
The issues I had during pregnancy towards the end started to make so much sense after receiving this diagnosis. All those times I would clutch my stomach in pain, the endless trips to the doctors and hospital to say I was in pain. It was all because of the Gall Stones. Made sense why after fatty foods like burgers or the curry’s I had that I was in excruciating pain. We never put two and two together at the time and I guess neither did the hospital/doctors who put it down to the baby and shipped me on my way with pain killers.
I remember the one time where I was in so much pain and having a injection where it was to mature baby’s lungs in case they needed to deliver him. Another time, walking into A&E at gone midnight as I had a chilli that evening and that must of flared it up. Of course we didn’t know that at the time and I was sent on my way once all the monitoring’s on the baby came back ok and the pain had subsided. At least we know now that it wasn’t him causing all that pain after all.
Me & the baby enjoyed a lovely day out today with a friend to Cotswold Wildlife Park. We had a a fantastic day with a picnic for lunch and we got to see lots of the penguins, take a ride on a train, see some real life meerkats and attract all the birds in the park by accidentally feeding them crisps! Not a bad day out for a 4 week old baby.
I explained to the man that I wasn’t going in until I had a decent breakfast. So while he ran around like a headless chicken making sure everything was ready, and the hospital bag had all the essentials, I stuck on a Lee Evans DVD and ate a bowl of rice krispies.
Once I had double checked everything was packed in the hospital bag myself, and the man had fitted the car seat we headed off to the hospital which was about half hour away in another town. It was probably the strangest car ride I had ever experienced what with being wired up to the tens machine, listening to the music I made and knowing that we were soon to become a family of 3.
We got to the hospital not long before midday and was shown to the labour ward. The midwife introduced herself as Yvonne and told me she would be there with me throughout the whole thing as long as the baby was out by the end of her shift!
By this time the contractions were becoming more painful, so I was shown a tank of gas and air, and we became instant friends. It did have a rather strange effect on me though; it changed my personality completely. One minute I was having a swearing fit about the TV being on and apparently I repeatedly swore until it was turned off, the next minute I was making rude propositions to the man.
Yvonne suggested that I tried a bath to ease the pain but after a few minutes I felt uncomfortable, I went back to the bed, but this was still uncomfortable. I tried the birthing ball, but I couldn’t even get my legs around it, she explained that he had lowered and ushered me onto the bed so that she could have a look. At this point it really did get painful, I just remember lots of screaming and lots of cursing at the an which I doubt was from the gas & air.
Right from the beginning and throughout I stated that I didn’t want an epidural, I started to scream for one as well screaming for every other drug available, but Yvonne and the man put their foot down and said no. She said I was almost there and not long after saying that I had the urge to push. I was told it wasn’t time to push and that I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help but try a push, that premature push that I did resulted in Oli having a bruise at the back of head.
After a few more minutes I was told I was allowed to push. I pushed, and I pushed until it felt like I had just squeezed a rugby ball out of my arse sideways. But this wasn’t a rugby ball, and it didn’t come out of my arse.
I had given birth.
I gave birth at 3.27pm to a boy weighing in at 7lb 14oz. We named him Oliver David Harris.
The original plan was for him to be put straight onto my chest, but this didn’t happen. I didn’t want to know him at first. I was in so much shock from what had just happened; it took a while for the placenta to come out so was freaking out with that and was shocked at the size of it. I think I had mentally prepared myself for a 40+ hour labour as I have read and heard about many times. I didn’t think it would all be over in one day like that.
While the man saw to Oli and got him dressed, I had a bath and calmed down from the shock. I got dressed and then hugged Oli. Oh, how I cuddled him, I have bought this tiny little life into this world, and it felt amazing knowing that.