I'm having BLOGGING withdrawals. But I have so much to say that right now I'll say nothing.
Menu plan for this week will be posted tomorrow.
September 28, 2009
September 23, 2009
What exactly does...
"after 4pm would suit me better for you to stop by" mean to you???
Well this is what I was told when arranging to stop past a ladies place this afternoon to collect some 2nd hand clothes I had purchased from her. I had told her I was going to the hairdressers at 1pm, and would finish probably between 3.00 & 3.30 and that I could stop past either before or after I collected Rat_girl from kindy, and that I normally pick her up at 4pm. She said "after 4pm would suit me better".
So I finished my hair apt about 3.20, I went to the corner store, I fueled the car (just wasting time basically) and then I collected Rat_girl, I signed her out at 3.55, spoke to her teacher for a little bit, loaded the kids and the car and went to collect my clothes.
I arrived at her house by I think 4.13 according to the clock on my car, I knocked, knocked, knocked and no-one answered (this is the 2nd time this has happened now, last time she said she was out back and didn't hear me, even though she knew I was coming). So I checked the letter box incase she left them there, nope nothing. So I drove home. I left a message on FB for her to say I came past but there was no answer.
She responded with "hey, I waited until 4.10 but then we had to leave, my husband wanted to get to Dick Smith before it closed and then we went to the lagoon"
Ummmmmm there is no way if I was picking up Rat_girl at 4pm I could have got there before 4.10 and she said after 4pm. AFTER 4pm!!!!! She only waited 10mins and then just left.
Now is it just me or is that just strange. Honestly I'm very much over today, an probably over reacting and taking my mood out on the wrong person, this lady is a very lovely person afterall, it was probably a misunderstanding but just typical of everything else that is happening....don't even get me started on 'diva' Rat_girl and our bed time struggle tonight, not to mention her shocking behaviour at kindy and home today. I'm quite upset! But too mentally and emotionall exhausted to talk about it. Perhaps later, or perhaps tomorrow.
Well this is what I was told when arranging to stop past a ladies place this afternoon to collect some 2nd hand clothes I had purchased from her. I had told her I was going to the hairdressers at 1pm, and would finish probably between 3.00 & 3.30 and that I could stop past either before or after I collected Rat_girl from kindy, and that I normally pick her up at 4pm. She said "after 4pm would suit me better".
So I finished my hair apt about 3.20, I went to the corner store, I fueled the car (just wasting time basically) and then I collected Rat_girl, I signed her out at 3.55, spoke to her teacher for a little bit, loaded the kids and the car and went to collect my clothes.
I arrived at her house by I think 4.13 according to the clock on my car, I knocked, knocked, knocked and no-one answered (this is the 2nd time this has happened now, last time she said she was out back and didn't hear me, even though she knew I was coming). So I checked the letter box incase she left them there, nope nothing. So I drove home. I left a message on FB for her to say I came past but there was no answer.
She responded with "hey, I waited until 4.10 but then we had to leave, my husband wanted to get to Dick Smith before it closed and then we went to the lagoon"
Ummmmmm there is no way if I was picking up Rat_girl at 4pm I could have got there before 4.10 and she said after 4pm. AFTER 4pm!!!!! She only waited 10mins and then just left.
Now is it just me or is that just strange. Honestly I'm very much over today, an probably over reacting and taking my mood out on the wrong person, this lady is a very lovely person afterall, it was probably a misunderstanding but just typical of everything else that is happening....don't even get me started on 'diva' Rat_girl and our bed time struggle tonight, not to mention her shocking behaviour at kindy and home today. I'm quite upset! But too mentally and emotionall exhausted to talk about it. Perhaps later, or perhaps tomorrow.
September 21, 2009
Excuse my typos
I can spell, I just sometimes think faster than I type and am seriously too lazy to go back and proof read :-)
Same same, usual usual
Nothing really exciting to update, but it's 730pm both kids have been in bed since 7pm everything is done and ready for tomorrow and to tell you the truth I'm not really certain what to do with myself.
Sunday wasn't all that eventful, Concrete_Man and I had a few words or was it an argument, not really sure. All because I wanted to take Rat_girl to the shops on her own, she just loves coming shopping with me but noooooooo because with Rat_boy at home Concrete_man can't work on his car. Anyway as it was Rat_boy woke from his sleep and came with us anyway. It went ok, though we did abandon the fruit and veg half way through because a certain person needed to weeeeeee, and no it wasn't me. But that is ok I can handle another quick shop run for fruit and veg, or I could just order it online and get it delivered, perhaps I do that. As a reult we had regular shepards pie tonight no sweet potato..bugger! But it was delish, packed full of hidden vegies and even a tin of baked beans for extra goodnes and fibre.
Today wasn't a bad day, I really should have and could have got more done but I chose not to. I'll try tomorrow while I have one at kindy and one at home. Really I just want to give my floors a clean it's embarassing how dirty they are. The new floor in the lounge and office hasn't been cleaned (well it's be vacuumed) since it was put down. Oh no that is a line I did it once!
Dinner and everything was ready early and on time tonight as I had a friends 15yo here entertaining the kids, she even took Rat_girl to the park for a play, which may just explain the early bed time :-) I'm not complaining.
Quick organising up date, my laundry is working fantastic! I'm even using the clothes line again as washing is caugh up and I'm generally only doing 1 smallish wash a day. I still use the dryer for towells and sheets don't like them off the line.Rat_girl put all her own clothes away today AND she had even made her own bed the last 3 mornings in a row. SWEEEET!
The kitchen, I've never seen it so clean. I've added a few cheap baskets to the utensils drawer and the kids container drawer and it's made it a little tidier. The pantry and everything else is working great. Everyone knows where everything goes. And putting the groceries away was a dream. Not to mention i didn't buy things in the shopping I didn't need.
The office is still working great, this week I'm working on the filing cabinet.
I can't wait to get some photos up, it may not be exciting for anyone else but it's exciting for me. I'm lazy and unmotivated so I kind of need to be organised, things need to be easy or else I won't do them at all.
Anyway look at that it's not not 8pm and I don't have anything else to do for the night!
Tomorrow I'm definatley going to get my hair done, or atleast try and I might try for a trip to the health nurse and just have a quick check up and chat about Rat_boy make sure all is well. Seems to be a lot of pressure mounting to get him on solids urgh I can't think of anything worse yet, but guess the time is looming.....ooooooo!!
Ok I'm off, I've waffled way too long!
Sunday wasn't all that eventful, Concrete_Man and I had a few words or was it an argument, not really sure. All because I wanted to take Rat_girl to the shops on her own, she just loves coming shopping with me but noooooooo because with Rat_boy at home Concrete_man can't work on his car. Anyway as it was Rat_boy woke from his sleep and came with us anyway. It went ok, though we did abandon the fruit and veg half way through because a certain person needed to weeeeeee, and no it wasn't me. But that is ok I can handle another quick shop run for fruit and veg, or I could just order it online and get it delivered, perhaps I do that. As a reult we had regular shepards pie tonight no sweet potato..bugger! But it was delish, packed full of hidden vegies and even a tin of baked beans for extra goodnes and fibre.
Today wasn't a bad day, I really should have and could have got more done but I chose not to. I'll try tomorrow while I have one at kindy and one at home. Really I just want to give my floors a clean it's embarassing how dirty they are. The new floor in the lounge and office hasn't been cleaned (well it's be vacuumed) since it was put down. Oh no that is a line I did it once!
Dinner and everything was ready early and on time tonight as I had a friends 15yo here entertaining the kids, she even took Rat_girl to the park for a play, which may just explain the early bed time :-) I'm not complaining.
Quick organising up date, my laundry is working fantastic! I'm even using the clothes line again as washing is caugh up and I'm generally only doing 1 smallish wash a day. I still use the dryer for towells and sheets don't like them off the line.Rat_girl put all her own clothes away today AND she had even made her own bed the last 3 mornings in a row. SWEEEET!
The kitchen, I've never seen it so clean. I've added a few cheap baskets to the utensils drawer and the kids container drawer and it's made it a little tidier. The pantry and everything else is working great. Everyone knows where everything goes. And putting the groceries away was a dream. Not to mention i didn't buy things in the shopping I didn't need.
The office is still working great, this week I'm working on the filing cabinet.
I can't wait to get some photos up, it may not be exciting for anyone else but it's exciting for me. I'm lazy and unmotivated so I kind of need to be organised, things need to be easy or else I won't do them at all.
Anyway look at that it's not not 8pm and I don't have anything else to do for the night!
Tomorrow I'm definatley going to get my hair done, or atleast try and I might try for a trip to the health nurse and just have a quick check up and chat about Rat_boy make sure all is well. Seems to be a lot of pressure mounting to get him on solids urgh I can't think of anything worse yet, but guess the time is looming.....ooooooo!!
Ok I'm off, I've waffled way too long!
September 20, 2009
Menu Plan 21/09/09
Monday
Sweet Potato cottage pie (aka shepards pie with sweet potato on top)
servied with steamed vegies and gravy
Tuesday
Greek Lamb Caserole sprinkled with olives and feta served with rice and warmed pita breads
Rat_Girl possibly won't eat this, so she will have a lamb and salad pita bread
Wednesday
Chicken BLT Salad with crusty bread
Thursday - family favourite
Spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread and salad
Friday - take out style
Chicken burgers with chips/wedges
Saturday
Free
Sunday
Roast
Sweet Potato cottage pie (aka shepards pie with sweet potato on top)
servied with steamed vegies and gravy
Tuesday
Greek Lamb Caserole sprinkled with olives and feta served with rice and warmed pita breads
Rat_Girl possibly won't eat this, so she will have a lamb and salad pita bread
Wednesday
Chicken BLT Salad with crusty bread
Thursday - family favourite
Spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread and salad
Friday - take out style
Chicken burgers with chips/wedges
Saturday
Free
Sunday
Roast
September 19, 2009
Some people only open their mouth to change feet
Today I went to a card making workshop, I was so looking forward to it as I missed out on my social scrapbooking last night after a visitor stopped in unannounced and stay for too long and put me behind for the rest of my day.
Anyway back to today! The card workshop itself was great, I loved it...one day I'll even add pictures to this post so you can see why I loved it so much. The cards are just lovely!
At the workshop was myself and 2 other ladies, which I hadn't met before and they both seemed quite nice. Another lady arrived who was just observing as she was learning from the lady teaching the workshop. I would assume observing would be you do exactly that, sit back and observe. But no she seemed to talk non stop from the minute she got there, which on it's own is fine but she appeared to talk over everyone and when poor Lauren was trying to teach she was even talking over her and distracting her from what she was doing.
The first sign this woman had foot in mouth was when she commented on how BIG some babies are these days, she's a midwife at the public hospital, and she continued to say how there are so many babies born over 4.5kgs because mothers indulge in too many chips and other stuff they shouldn't....Ummmmmm Rat_Boy was 4.9kgs thank you very much, and then she said "are you diabetic"! Ok yes I put on 24 kgs (still suss on the hospital scales), but ask most people a lot of that was belly I still fit my prepreg clothes at full term and was straight back into them and back to my prepreg weight pretty soon after birth. SO NO love I am not diabetic!
Now I haven't yet shared my breastfeeding journey, but it's been a very bump one and I've had to overcome a lot. I'm am so proud of me and my boy for making it this far. I could have thrown the towel in many a times. However my confidence was completely shot today when this woman, who says is a lacation constultant, did nothing but pick at the way Rat_boy was feeding. Told me my attachment was very poor (mind you this was unwarranted I didn't ask for any of this), he must suffer from bad wind (he doesn't), it's hurting his neck, something about milk going the wrong way, oh you'll never fix it now he's too old he's learnt that....blah blah blah. I was fighting so hard to keep back the tears, all I wanted to do was cry. The final straw came when she actually grabbed babies head and moved it! She told me something about a tiny piece of something in his throat that stops milk going in his lungs and being like that he's at risk of asperation (no idea how to spell that). So I drove the whole way home crying. And each time I've had to feed him since I've cried because now I'm seriously doubting myself and worried if I'm doing it all wrong and I'm hurting him. I've spoken to lacation consultants, I go to monthly ABA meetings and talk with counsellors no one has ever said anything. I am so scared of feeding him now and so annoyed at this woman for making me feel like this.
If I had asked her opinion with would be different but I didn't she just gave it and she had the nerve to stick her head in while I was feeding, I mean literally stick her head in, and then grab my sons head, what type of person just does that and infront of people.
Anyway I can't talk about it anymore because it really did upset me, I just kinda needed to vent a little bit.
Anyway back to today! The card workshop itself was great, I loved it...one day I'll even add pictures to this post so you can see why I loved it so much. The cards are just lovely!
At the workshop was myself and 2 other ladies, which I hadn't met before and they both seemed quite nice. Another lady arrived who was just observing as she was learning from the lady teaching the workshop. I would assume observing would be you do exactly that, sit back and observe. But no she seemed to talk non stop from the minute she got there, which on it's own is fine but she appeared to talk over everyone and when poor Lauren was trying to teach she was even talking over her and distracting her from what she was doing.
The first sign this woman had foot in mouth was when she commented on how BIG some babies are these days, she's a midwife at the public hospital, and she continued to say how there are so many babies born over 4.5kgs because mothers indulge in too many chips and other stuff they shouldn't....Ummmmmm Rat_Boy was 4.9kgs thank you very much, and then she said "are you diabetic"! Ok yes I put on 24 kgs (still suss on the hospital scales), but ask most people a lot of that was belly I still fit my prepreg clothes at full term and was straight back into them and back to my prepreg weight pretty soon after birth. SO NO love I am not diabetic!
Now I haven't yet shared my breastfeeding journey, but it's been a very bump one and I've had to overcome a lot. I'm am so proud of me and my boy for making it this far. I could have thrown the towel in many a times. However my confidence was completely shot today when this woman, who says is a lacation constultant, did nothing but pick at the way Rat_boy was feeding. Told me my attachment was very poor (mind you this was unwarranted I didn't ask for any of this), he must suffer from bad wind (he doesn't), it's hurting his neck, something about milk going the wrong way, oh you'll never fix it now he's too old he's learnt that....blah blah blah. I was fighting so hard to keep back the tears, all I wanted to do was cry. The final straw came when she actually grabbed babies head and moved it! She told me something about a tiny piece of something in his throat that stops milk going in his lungs and being like that he's at risk of asperation (no idea how to spell that). So I drove the whole way home crying. And each time I've had to feed him since I've cried because now I'm seriously doubting myself and worried if I'm doing it all wrong and I'm hurting him. I've spoken to lacation consultants, I go to monthly ABA meetings and talk with counsellors no one has ever said anything. I am so scared of feeding him now and so annoyed at this woman for making me feel like this.
If I had asked her opinion with would be different but I didn't she just gave it and she had the nerve to stick her head in while I was feeding, I mean literally stick her head in, and then grab my sons head, what type of person just does that and infront of people.
Anyway I can't talk about it anymore because it really did upset me, I just kinda needed to vent a little bit.
September 18, 2009
My head may explode
I went to update my facebook status today and seriously I couldn't decide what to type because I had so many "mental status updates" running through my brain I couldn't decide what to type. I was afraid that if I typed something it would come out a jumble mess of 10 different things that made no sense what so ever.
Sometimes it really does feel like my head may explode.
Last night I was watching a new TV show called 'Drop Dead Diva' basically a sexy, self absorbed blonde is killed in a car crash but manages to sneak back from the pearly gates and instead of going back to her body ends up in the body of and larger size, plain, very intelligent brunette lawyer! The blonde still has all her old memories but has the lawyers brain. During the show she would rattle off something really smart and intelligent she would then old her forehead 'ouch, that was intense'. I often feel like that.
Urgh what a day yesterday, thought it was going to be good, started off ok. When I left home the washing had been done, my kitchen was clean (oh and sooooo organised) and everyone was happy. We went swimming, Rat_Girl got her end of term certificate, oh I'm so proud of her she's such a little fish!! And then we went to mums group. I don't mind this mums group it and Australian Breastfeeding Association thing, just once a month catch up for coffee and chat, get advice etc. I like to go because I'm still no pro at breastfeeding and always have questions. Besides the fact I forgot morning tea, the meeting was going fine. Rat_girl was playing great with her little friend, but then the wheels fell off when she came to me and said "mummy I've done poo's in my knickers" OH WHY OH WHY ARE WE GOING THROUGH THIS AGAIN!!! I had no spare knickers for her, I shouldn't need then she has been toilet trained for ages and she knows how to poo on the toilet. So I cleaned her up then packed up my stuff and walked out quite upset. She got no tv for the rest of the day which meant I had to keep her entertained which meant I was exhausted by days end. Add to that Rat_Boy (who I'm hoping is not getting his first tooth) decided to not sleep a wink all day and be painful and clingy.
Thank god I cooked dinner the night before and all I had to do was put it in the pastry and then in the oven, because by the time Concrete_man got home I was over everything! I desperately was wishing for that never ending packet of tim tams to fall in my lap, unfortunately though that didn't happen.
The only good thing that came of the night was come bed time, 30mins and she was out, so by 7pm all kids were asleep and I can get some stuff done....ummmm nope I feel asleep! I was just exhausted.
Thankfully today is a kindy day, it's also supposed to be a boxing day but I just had too many things I needed to get done today.
So far I've done the washing and sorted it, done the dishes, dried them and put them away (I didn't do them last night, so lazy) got Rat_girl off to kindy, bought myself a drive through coffee from hungry Jack), wrote this blog, pulled out my menu plan stuff, fed Rat_boy and put him to sleep, made some phone calls, half cooked tonight's dinner (enchiladas instead of burritos, I bought the wrong kit!), played on facebook...and typed this blog. It's not even 10am yet.
So now I'm off to make some more phone calls, submit a quote, send some invoices, pay some bills, do the bookwork for the last week, open and sort the mail, bang my head against the wall and if I am really lucky I might get my hair done...! I'm going scrapbooking, it's a big thing I like to look nice lol
OH and guess what. A few weeks back I got a parking fine in town, I complained to council and said I was forced to park illegally due to the limited parking in town. I never get parking fines and if I did I would just pay them and shut up but this time I thought it was just unfair...they waived the fine YAY for me saved $20!!!
Oh going now really have work to do. YAY for almost the weekend and YAY for my folks getting home today...!
Sometimes it really does feel like my head may explode.
Last night I was watching a new TV show called 'Drop Dead Diva' basically a sexy, self absorbed blonde is killed in a car crash but manages to sneak back from the pearly gates and instead of going back to her body ends up in the body of and larger size, plain, very intelligent brunette lawyer! The blonde still has all her old memories but has the lawyers brain. During the show she would rattle off something really smart and intelligent she would then old her forehead 'ouch, that was intense'. I often feel like that.
Urgh what a day yesterday, thought it was going to be good, started off ok. When I left home the washing had been done, my kitchen was clean (oh and sooooo organised) and everyone was happy. We went swimming, Rat_Girl got her end of term certificate, oh I'm so proud of her she's such a little fish!! And then we went to mums group. I don't mind this mums group it and Australian Breastfeeding Association thing, just once a month catch up for coffee and chat, get advice etc. I like to go because I'm still no pro at breastfeeding and always have questions. Besides the fact I forgot morning tea, the meeting was going fine. Rat_girl was playing great with her little friend, but then the wheels fell off when she came to me and said "mummy I've done poo's in my knickers" OH WHY OH WHY ARE WE GOING THROUGH THIS AGAIN!!! I had no spare knickers for her, I shouldn't need then she has been toilet trained for ages and she knows how to poo on the toilet. So I cleaned her up then packed up my stuff and walked out quite upset. She got no tv for the rest of the day which meant I had to keep her entertained which meant I was exhausted by days end. Add to that Rat_Boy (who I'm hoping is not getting his first tooth) decided to not sleep a wink all day and be painful and clingy.
Thank god I cooked dinner the night before and all I had to do was put it in the pastry and then in the oven, because by the time Concrete_man got home I was over everything! I desperately was wishing for that never ending packet of tim tams to fall in my lap, unfortunately though that didn't happen.
The only good thing that came of the night was come bed time, 30mins and she was out, so by 7pm all kids were asleep and I can get some stuff done....ummmm nope I feel asleep! I was just exhausted.
Thankfully today is a kindy day, it's also supposed to be a boxing day but I just had too many things I needed to get done today.
So far I've done the washing and sorted it, done the dishes, dried them and put them away (I didn't do them last night, so lazy) got Rat_girl off to kindy, bought myself a drive through coffee from hungry Jack), wrote this blog, pulled out my menu plan stuff, fed Rat_boy and put him to sleep, made some phone calls, half cooked tonight's dinner (enchiladas instead of burritos, I bought the wrong kit!), played on facebook...and typed this blog. It's not even 10am yet.
So now I'm off to make some more phone calls, submit a quote, send some invoices, pay some bills, do the bookwork for the last week, open and sort the mail, bang my head against the wall and if I am really lucky I might get my hair done...! I'm going scrapbooking, it's a big thing I like to look nice lol
OH and guess what. A few weeks back I got a parking fine in town, I complained to council and said I was forced to park illegally due to the limited parking in town. I never get parking fines and if I did I would just pay them and shut up but this time I thought it was just unfair...they waived the fine YAY for me saved $20!!!
Oh going now really have work to do. YAY for almost the weekend and YAY for my folks getting home today...!
September 16, 2009
Why oh why
Doesn't it take 2 hours to get Rat_Girl to sleep at night. I just don't understand.
Her sleeping has been an issue for as long as I can remember. We get brief periods of good sleeping and then it returns to normal or ab-normal, whatever.
I remember as a baby countless nights walking the halls with her screaming trying to get her to sleep, normally once she was asleep it was ok. And at an early age, one we working out some feeding issues she slept what I thought was ok for a baby...according to my mothers group friends she was sleeping much more than there babies, must be because she is formula fed they would say (I now realise that is a load of rubbish having a breastfed baby that at 4months can sleep 11hours at night). Until she was about 6months sleeping was ok, then at this stage the struggle to get to go to sleep started. It was hell and we tried everything. We've always had a good, well I think, night routine but still it never worked. I refused to let her cry for too long while she was too young but as she approached 1yo (I think maybe around 10mths/11month) I decided I had to do something, Concrete_Man was working away a lot and I was all alone. So controlled (well my modified version) crying was what I hoped would save me. And well it did. It took about 4 nights of tears (mostly from me while sitting on the cold floor in the hall watching the stop watch till I can go back in to settle her) and she was going to sleep by herself after maybe a couple sobs. Then I had to work on the night wakings which was basically the same as going to sleep and soon she was going to sleep and staying asleep or at the most waking for a resettle and then back to sleep. I should mention that part of her sleep problems was also waking in the night screaming uncontrolably half awake half asleep and completely impossible to settle, she would just stop all of a sudden and go back to sleep (this still continues now).
Her sleeping was good and last for awhile and I could sit with her, read her a story or give her a bottle and then walk out and let her fall asleep on her own. I'm not really sure when it stopped and went backwards but it did. Probably about the time she was between 18months and 2 years and the fights and tantrums would start again and we would be trying all night to get her to sleep and keep her there. It's hard to remember things exactly, I spent so much of the time in a zombied state.
But I do know that around 2 years of age, she was still in her cot till she was over 2, Concrete_Man and I spent a lot of time sleeping on a makeshift swag bed on her floor as she wouldn't sleep unless we were with her. So fast forward a bit and most nights are spent with her sleeping in our bed (oh also she got a new big bed and a new bed room) with none of us actually sleeping because she does not sleep soundly. Night filled with uncontrollable screaming, nights where at midnight she is still screaming the house down not going to sleep...nights where I honestly thought the neighbours would call the police on us for all the yelling and the screaming and the crying. Night where I honestly thought I would lose control.
Leading up to Rat_boys birth we set up a reward chart to get her to sleep in her own bed, she didn't miss a beat every morning she would cross a day off and be one day closer to a big reward. It was great, though we still had trouble getting her to sleep and still had fights in the middle of the night. Ofcourse once her brother came home the wheels fell off again.
I thought I had things under control by bring her bed time right back to like 645pm and talking about bed and the night routine from about 4pm in the arvo. This week I had a few nights where it took less than 30mins and she went to sleep by herself but then tonight 2 hours again and I had to sit with her. Thankfully though as her bedtime is now 645pm she was asleep before 9pm. Previously 2 hours would mean still awake after 10!!
So I guess maybe we are making some progress...maybe, I don't know I can only dream.
Oh and for what it's worth our routine...
From 4pm start talking about dinner time, bath time, story time, bed time.
Dinner she will sit to eat any time from 4:30 but usually about 5pm
I will sit with her and have a cuppa or just chat with her while I am finishing dinner or cleaning up after cooking etc. Rat_boy sits with us and if Concrete_man is home he will too. Then our dinner gets served 545/600. She will more than likely still be eating, or she will have dessert or a snack plate after her dinner
Bath for both kids, she will brush her teeth in the bath
Then we will sit quietly for a little tv all together while I feed the baby boy.
He is put to bed
Then I take her to bed, she has stories and then she lays down for sleep.
I try to make excuses to leave in hope that she will fall asleep by herself....not always the case.
So tell me what am I doing wrong?!?!?!?!?!?
Her sleeping has been an issue for as long as I can remember. We get brief periods of good sleeping and then it returns to normal or ab-normal, whatever.
I remember as a baby countless nights walking the halls with her screaming trying to get her to sleep, normally once she was asleep it was ok. And at an early age, one we working out some feeding issues she slept what I thought was ok for a baby...according to my mothers group friends she was sleeping much more than there babies, must be because she is formula fed they would say (I now realise that is a load of rubbish having a breastfed baby that at 4months can sleep 11hours at night). Until she was about 6months sleeping was ok, then at this stage the struggle to get to go to sleep started. It was hell and we tried everything. We've always had a good, well I think, night routine but still it never worked. I refused to let her cry for too long while she was too young but as she approached 1yo (I think maybe around 10mths/11month) I decided I had to do something, Concrete_Man was working away a lot and I was all alone. So controlled (well my modified version) crying was what I hoped would save me. And well it did. It took about 4 nights of tears (mostly from me while sitting on the cold floor in the hall watching the stop watch till I can go back in to settle her) and she was going to sleep by herself after maybe a couple sobs. Then I had to work on the night wakings which was basically the same as going to sleep and soon she was going to sleep and staying asleep or at the most waking for a resettle and then back to sleep. I should mention that part of her sleep problems was also waking in the night screaming uncontrolably half awake half asleep and completely impossible to settle, she would just stop all of a sudden and go back to sleep (this still continues now).
Her sleeping was good and last for awhile and I could sit with her, read her a story or give her a bottle and then walk out and let her fall asleep on her own. I'm not really sure when it stopped and went backwards but it did. Probably about the time she was between 18months and 2 years and the fights and tantrums would start again and we would be trying all night to get her to sleep and keep her there. It's hard to remember things exactly, I spent so much of the time in a zombied state.
But I do know that around 2 years of age, she was still in her cot till she was over 2, Concrete_Man and I spent a lot of time sleeping on a makeshift swag bed on her floor as she wouldn't sleep unless we were with her. So fast forward a bit and most nights are spent with her sleeping in our bed (oh also she got a new big bed and a new bed room) with none of us actually sleeping because she does not sleep soundly. Night filled with uncontrollable screaming, nights where at midnight she is still screaming the house down not going to sleep...nights where I honestly thought the neighbours would call the police on us for all the yelling and the screaming and the crying. Night where I honestly thought I would lose control.
Leading up to Rat_boys birth we set up a reward chart to get her to sleep in her own bed, she didn't miss a beat every morning she would cross a day off and be one day closer to a big reward. It was great, though we still had trouble getting her to sleep and still had fights in the middle of the night. Ofcourse once her brother came home the wheels fell off again.
I thought I had things under control by bring her bed time right back to like 645pm and talking about bed and the night routine from about 4pm in the arvo. This week I had a few nights where it took less than 30mins and she went to sleep by herself but then tonight 2 hours again and I had to sit with her. Thankfully though as her bedtime is now 645pm she was asleep before 9pm. Previously 2 hours would mean still awake after 10!!
So I guess maybe we are making some progress...maybe, I don't know I can only dream.
Oh and for what it's worth our routine...
From 4pm start talking about dinner time, bath time, story time, bed time.
Dinner she will sit to eat any time from 4:30 but usually about 5pm
I will sit with her and have a cuppa or just chat with her while I am finishing dinner or cleaning up after cooking etc. Rat_boy sits with us and if Concrete_man is home he will too. Then our dinner gets served 545/600. She will more than likely still be eating, or she will have dessert or a snack plate after her dinner
Bath for both kids, she will brush her teeth in the bath
Then we will sit quietly for a little tv all together while I feed the baby boy.
He is put to bed
Then I take her to bed, she has stories and then she lays down for sleep.
I try to make excuses to leave in hope that she will fall asleep by herself....not always the case.
So tell me what am I doing wrong?!?!?!?!?!?
Just so you know...
This blog isn't going to be all about organising and stuff, it's just that at the moment I'm in that zone and I'm a little motivated. Blogging about it and putting down my achievements and little tips and stuff helps.
It's something for me to look back on if I need to get the motivation back or (when I get readers when I'm comfortable enough to let poeple read) to give other people similar to me some ideas.
I have had so many things go through my head today that I want to blog about that I just don't know where to start.
It's something for me to look back on if I need to get the motivation back or (when I get readers when I'm comfortable enough to let poeple read) to give other people similar to me some ideas.
I have had so many things go through my head today that I want to blog about that I just don't know where to start.
Menu week 14/09/09
Monday
Sausage & Pumpkin Curry (in the slow cooker) with rice, steamed greens and naan bread
for Rat_Girl sausages with gravy mashed potatoe/pumkin and steamed veg
Tuesday
Moroccan Chicken Casserole with couscous and steamed veg
for Rat_Girl Ighams chicken tender wrap with salad, plus some extra veg
Wednesday
Spaghetti & Meatballs with garlic bread and side salad
for Rat_Girl ummm same (but she ended up with a Happy Meal instead, go figure)
Thursday
Chunky Steak & Veg Pie with Mashed potato, gravy and I'll probably have a side salad to make me feel like I've had vegies even though the pie is loaded with them.
same for Rat_Girl
Friday
Chicken Buritots with mexican rice
Same for Rat_Girl possibly minus the rice..picky lil Rat
Saturday
Free
Sunday
Roast night
Sausage & Pumpkin Curry (in the slow cooker) with rice, steamed greens and naan bread
for Rat_Girl sausages with gravy mashed potatoe/pumkin and steamed veg
Tuesday
Moroccan Chicken Casserole with couscous and steamed veg
for Rat_Girl Ighams chicken tender wrap with salad, plus some extra veg
Wednesday
Spaghetti & Meatballs with garlic bread and side salad
for Rat_Girl ummm same (but she ended up with a Happy Meal instead, go figure)
Thursday
Chunky Steak & Veg Pie with Mashed potato, gravy and I'll probably have a side salad to make me feel like I've had vegies even though the pie is loaded with them.
same for Rat_Girl
Friday
Chicken Buritots with mexican rice
Same for Rat_Girl possibly minus the rice..picky lil Rat
Saturday
Free
Sunday
Roast night
Menu Plans
I always have the best intentions for menu plans, I set them, I shop for them, but when push comes to shove I never cook them!
I don't know why, perhaps I make it too complicated for myself as I try to do breakfast, lunch and dinners just like I used to on weights watchers. But really my lifestyle these days doesn't really lend myself to that. Really the only meal that I'm certain I'll be home for atleast 5 days out of 7 is dinner so I've decided I'll just plan dinner and be done with it. But perhaps just throw in say one nice lunch, breakfast, dessert or baked item for the week.
My new favourite website has been the latest inspiration for my menu planning and a few things in my planning system have come directly from that site, for example my menu plan template and the left over buffet. This is a great concept, it's basically leaving one night a week perhaps a weekend or a night that is normally a busy night where you pull out any left overs you had frozen during the week and serve up a 'buffet'.
I don't know why, perhaps I make it too complicated for myself as I try to do breakfast, lunch and dinners just like I used to on weights watchers. But really my lifestyle these days doesn't really lend myself to that. Really the only meal that I'm certain I'll be home for atleast 5 days out of 7 is dinner so I've decided I'll just plan dinner and be done with it. But perhaps just throw in say one nice lunch, breakfast, dessert or baked item for the week.
My new favourite website has been the latest inspiration for my menu planning and a few things in my planning system have come directly from that site, for example my menu plan template and the left over buffet. This is a great concept, it's basically leaving one night a week perhaps a weekend or a night that is normally a busy night where you pull out any left overs you had frozen during the week and serve up a 'buffet'.
So basically I sit down with recipes, cookbooks etc one day a week, I try for Friday but otherwise Sunday and my menu plan template. I have set days for set meats, i.e red meat & chicken, fish will just get thrown in on the odd occasion as I don't eat it. Then I got through and look for recipes etc. I write in the meal, where to find the recipe and all the ingredients needed. I then stick it up on the fridge, you will notice this is just how it's done on Organizing Junkie. Then on Sunday when I do my shopping list I check through all the ingredients and to see what I need to buy. I then do my shopping Monday (blurgh with both the kids, but it's getting easier!!).
The things that stay the same each week are Saturdays as 'free' night which can be leftovers, takeaway, throw togethers or BBQ's and Sunday nights a roast nights...lurve roast night. The bonus with these nights are that if something goes wrong during the week and we have takeout on Tuesday I can move that meal to Saturday or Sunday.
As for Rat_Girl she doesn't always eat what we eat but I make sure and have easy foods for her and sometimes I modify the things that we are eating and serve to her. She generally eats an hour before us as soon as she gets home from kindy in the afternoon. She is sooooo slow at eating that the only way I can a decent meal into her is to give her time. She starts eating early while I'm finalising our dinner and then we sit to eat with her and she finishes about the same time sooooooooooooooooooo PAINFUL!
Thankfuly Rat_Boy is still breastfed but the time is coming and it's mashed pureed food.....argh the agony! I hated it and I'm seriously thinking I might just keep him fully breastfed until he's old enough to eat our food...wouldn't that be nice, I'm so lazy.
I don't throw out my menu plans, I keep them in a file so if I don't feel like planning or whatever I can just pull one out.
I've just got back into it the last 2 weeks, and I'll post those menus. The first week I was using up what meat and recipe bases I already had in the cupboard and this week I did a lot of slow cooker recipes, I love my slow cooker. People say they don't use slow cookers in the warmer weather because those meals just don't suit warm weather. I actually think in Cairns in our hot hot summer, slow cookers are awesome as it doesn't heat up your kitchen and you don't have to slave over a stove. I normally work up a huge sweat and then I don't enjoy eating, so a meal in the slow cooker and then dinner in aircon...perfect!
Anyway do you think I have waffled on enough about menu plans??? It's something I think, for me anyway, is important for keeping routine and order with a family. No more standing at the fridge for 30mins thinking "what can I coook" then finally getting pizza delivered that arrives an hour late when the kids should have already been in bed. It's definately made a difference to our household the last 2 weeks.....
September 15, 2009
Didn't I tell you...
I'm hopeless at blogging as I always forget my blog even exists and when I do remember I often don't have time to blog or have nothing to blog about.
Anyway I do have a new obsession at the moment, organising! BAH who ever decided it was a good idea to start, was wrong, once you start you must....must keep going. Someone pointed me in the direction of this site
http://orgjunkie.com/
Which was what got me to start obsessing over being organised and having things all nice and neat and tidy.
I promise I'll add some photos and dedicate a post to each room just as soon as I get things a little more to my liking, which I guess could take forever!
But so far I have sorted the office, I just have the filing cabinet to resort but the office is working really well. One thing though, I found that instead of a drawer insert for my stationery drawer that little baskets are awesome!! Much more customisable (is that a word) and very addictive. Once you buy one basket you can't stop. My office has stayed clean for 2 weeks now and I'm impressed.
I have also organised the laundry, I conquered mount foldmore to start with and then had to think about how to get it looking more tidy and organised. So in the end (again I'll post more later) what I have come up with is...you guessed it BASKETS! I have a few dirty clothes baskets, one in each barthoom (for ours and kids dirty clothes) and 3 in the laundry (1 for towels linen etc, 1 for our clothes and 1 for kids cltohes) this way things are already sorted before I even start the washing. Plus now instead of on big basket with all the washing to be sorted and folded we have a basket each in the cupboard labelled with our names this is for the clean clothes to get sorted and folded and then put away. Rat_Girl and Concrete_Man are responsible for putting away their own clothes. Yes Rat_Girl is only 3 but she knows where her clothes go so when I tell her to she puts them away. I am then responsible for mine and Rat_boys clothes. Makes for a very tidy laundry and easy to find clothes.
I have also tidied the car, this is a work in progres. But to start with I have a crate in the tray which in it is - shopping trolley cover for baby, baby carrier, towel, blanket, suna nd rain covers for pram and an umbrella. Now there other things that are always handy to keep in the car, as I work out what we need I'll work out how to keep them in there. I'm thinking a box with a lid with some baskets inside to keep things seperate and throw in some first aid stuff, some snack like muesli bars or something, wipes, note pad and pen, PDC phone/street directory, sunscreen. Thankfully I have storage under my back seats so if I get a slim ling box with lid it can slid straight under, or go in the tray of the car.
This week my target zone is the kitchen, possbly the hardest part of the house. It's one of the worse places for buying things you don't need or will never use and doubling up on food because you don't know what is in your fridge or cupboard. This will be the 2nd time I have done this this year, obviously what I did the first time didn't work so well...so need to re think.
I'll let you know how I go right now my phone is ringing!
Anyway I do have a new obsession at the moment, organising! BAH who ever decided it was a good idea to start, was wrong, once you start you must....must keep going. Someone pointed me in the direction of this site
http://orgjunkie.com/
Which was what got me to start obsessing over being organised and having things all nice and neat and tidy.
I promise I'll add some photos and dedicate a post to each room just as soon as I get things a little more to my liking, which I guess could take forever!
But so far I have sorted the office, I just have the filing cabinet to resort but the office is working really well. One thing though, I found that instead of a drawer insert for my stationery drawer that little baskets are awesome!! Much more customisable (is that a word) and very addictive. Once you buy one basket you can't stop. My office has stayed clean for 2 weeks now and I'm impressed.
I have also organised the laundry, I conquered mount foldmore to start with and then had to think about how to get it looking more tidy and organised. So in the end (again I'll post more later) what I have come up with is...you guessed it BASKETS! I have a few dirty clothes baskets, one in each barthoom (for ours and kids dirty clothes) and 3 in the laundry (1 for towels linen etc, 1 for our clothes and 1 for kids cltohes) this way things are already sorted before I even start the washing. Plus now instead of on big basket with all the washing to be sorted and folded we have a basket each in the cupboard labelled with our names this is for the clean clothes to get sorted and folded and then put away. Rat_Girl and Concrete_Man are responsible for putting away their own clothes. Yes Rat_Girl is only 3 but she knows where her clothes go so when I tell her to she puts them away. I am then responsible for mine and Rat_boys clothes. Makes for a very tidy laundry and easy to find clothes.
I have also tidied the car, this is a work in progres. But to start with I have a crate in the tray which in it is - shopping trolley cover for baby, baby carrier, towel, blanket, suna nd rain covers for pram and an umbrella. Now there other things that are always handy to keep in the car, as I work out what we need I'll work out how to keep them in there. I'm thinking a box with a lid with some baskets inside to keep things seperate and throw in some first aid stuff, some snack like muesli bars or something, wipes, note pad and pen, PDC phone/street directory, sunscreen. Thankfully I have storage under my back seats so if I get a slim ling box with lid it can slid straight under, or go in the tray of the car.
This week my target zone is the kitchen, possbly the hardest part of the house. It's one of the worse places for buying things you don't need or will never use and doubling up on food because you don't know what is in your fridge or cupboard. This will be the 2nd time I have done this this year, obviously what I did the first time didn't work so well...so need to re think.
I'll let you know how I go right now my phone is ringing!
September 09, 2009
The arrival of Rat_Boy 14th May 2009
Because labour with Alisha started with my waters breaking first thing in the morning, I had decided that my next labour would start in the morning also (stupid I know) so every morning when I got out of bed and nothing had happened I had resigned myself to the fact I would have to wait another WHOLE day.
As it turned out, as I'm sure you can guess, I was wrong and things went just a little bit differently.
Thursday morning 14th May 2009, I'm seriously starting to think the child will never come out, all the major 'events' had passed i.e. Alisha's Wiggles concert, purchasing of a new car that sort of thing, where I was certain I was going to go into labour just because it would be awkard. Brendan had mentioned a few days earlier to spend a day just waddling around the shops to keep active as this was what I had done with Rat_Girl and she came the next day, so on Wednesday i did that..plus I even cooked us a curry for dinner! But when i woke Thursday morning nothing was happening. So I went about my day, took Alisha to her swimming lesson and had planned a trip to a play centre so she could run around and I coudl just sit. However, the universe had other plans. While I was there I started getting a sore back and after complaining about it and saying "no, no contractions or anything just a sore back" I felt what I thought was a mild contraction and an urgent need to pee! Thankfully Alisha was already in the pool, turned out I didn't really need to pee, I had a 'show'. The half an hour at swimming felt like forever and I was still getting some mild discomfort, I wasn't able to sit I had to stand and I was getting very flushed and hot and flustered. The other parents were watching wondering if they were going to have to catch the baby right there. So I decided against the play centre and instead phoned mum to come keep me company. Brendan was working and I didn't want to drag him home unless I HAD to. Besides, I've had some false alarms before I'm sure it's nothing.
When mum arrived I had changed into comfy clothes but was anything but comfy. And just incase I had repacked my bag for hospital, checked that Alisha was all sorted for kindy the next day and that everything else was in order. I made sure to drink heaps of fluids and eat well just incase I needed the energy later. I was in a horrible mood though and my poor mum and daughter we coping the brunt of it. I did call Brendan just before lunch to tell him what was happening and that it wasn't serious yet just finish up work and I'll call you if it gets worse.
Around lunch time I thought things felt quite regular so I decided to time my contractions (if that is what they were) and they were about 8-10mins apart and lasting about 30sec-1min. So I let it go as they were quite bearable. I pottered around and tried to relax. I talked to some friends on MSN and played on facebook. My friends were getting rather excited, me I was in complete denial still believing it was all a false alarm. It was 3:30pm when Brendan arrived home and I decided again to time my contractions, they were still lasting about the same were slightly more painful but now coming about every 5-7mins. So I told Brendan to shower and sent mum home, incase I needed her later, then I phoned the hospital and asked if I could come in just to be checked. At this stage I was just going to take Alisha with us and then go back to mums to ride things out and get my friend to pick Alisha up from there when I needed her to. So at about 4:45pm I hung up the phone to the hospital after telling them "contractions are not too painful, about 5mins apart, still bearable" I think got up to move and was hit with an earthshattering contraction, I couldn't move I couldn't breathe it was extremly intense, it honestly felt like I was ripped apart, obviously things were moving. So a quick trip to the toilet and I realised I had had a massive show. I think was hit quickly with another contraction of the same intensity! It was at that stage I said to Brendan "pack up quickly, lock the house I'll calling Fizz to come get Alisha and lets get to the hospital" I think I yelled it and I think I may have sworn. It was less than 5minutes and Alisha was on her way seriously excited and oblivisious to everything.
The trip to the hospital was painful, so hard to deal with contractions while squashed into a car. Not to mention every red light, the bumps and ALMOST being breathalised, I swear if that cop had pulled us over I would should the breathaliser machine down his throat. Thankfully when we got there there was a park out front and mum was there waiting...I don't remember calling her, I must have!
Straight upstairs to maternity, far out what a long walk when you are in paind, but now the contractions are 3mins part, possibly closer and very very very painful. My DR examined me and said straight away I was 7cm dialated and it could all unfold within the hour. By now it's just before 6pm and I start to panic that it's happening so soon. Not long ago I still didn't beleive I was in labour. And serously can this midwife stop commenting on hour big this baby feels, I swear I'll kick her if she doesn't stop. I think she go the idea because she did stop!
We moved to the birthing suite when I used the shower and hot water for pain relief but it didn't seem like very long until I needed to push. The urge was so strong. The first couple pushes felt fine but after that it all felt wrong. I started screaming and crying that I couldn't do it, it's not right it hurts, I was actually freaking out and completely losing control. When I think back it felt like something was stuck and the more I pushed the more it got stuck. I think I knew that at the time but couldn't express it. In the ended the DR examined me and some of my cervix was still in the way and also decided on the next contraction to break my water...this is when I completely lost it, I can't explain that feeling. So I opted for pethadine to calm me down (let me tell you it didn't stop the pain) according to those in the room it worked immediately. My DR decided to duck home for a quick dinner NICE! They gave me pethadine just after 730pm and I breathed through the contractions very calmly with the aid of some gas before I felt I needed to push again. This time it felt right!!!!!! I was so calm and relaxed I didn't scream just focused all my energy on getting the baby out. I could feel the baby moving and I knew that with the next push the head would be out and it was. The next contraction felt like it was never going to come as I sat there emotionally exhausted with babys head out. Finally it came and with the next push Travis Mitchell was born!! This time I knew straight away he was a boy as I was sitting and watched him come out, that was quite amazing. Unfortunately that wasn't the end of it, the injection for the placenta didn't quite work and I have to push quite hard to get it out....While I fed Travis I was fixed up, yep another tear but again no other complications.
I remember looking at him and thinking how amazing it was he looked just like his big sister and what was everyone going on about he's not that big!! Far out he looked just the same size as she was. BOY was I wrong.
Travis Mitchell
Born 14.05.09 8:28pm
4905grm 10lb13oz
58.5cm long
36cm head circ
Pretty sure this is the last birth story of mine you will be reading :-)
As it turned out, as I'm sure you can guess, I was wrong and things went just a little bit differently.
Thursday morning 14th May 2009, I'm seriously starting to think the child will never come out, all the major 'events' had passed i.e. Alisha's Wiggles concert, purchasing of a new car that sort of thing, where I was certain I was going to go into labour just because it would be awkard. Brendan had mentioned a few days earlier to spend a day just waddling around the shops to keep active as this was what I had done with Rat_Girl and she came the next day, so on Wednesday i did that..plus I even cooked us a curry for dinner! But when i woke Thursday morning nothing was happening. So I went about my day, took Alisha to her swimming lesson and had planned a trip to a play centre so she could run around and I coudl just sit. However, the universe had other plans. While I was there I started getting a sore back and after complaining about it and saying "no, no contractions or anything just a sore back" I felt what I thought was a mild contraction and an urgent need to pee! Thankfully Alisha was already in the pool, turned out I didn't really need to pee, I had a 'show'. The half an hour at swimming felt like forever and I was still getting some mild discomfort, I wasn't able to sit I had to stand and I was getting very flushed and hot and flustered. The other parents were watching wondering if they were going to have to catch the baby right there. So I decided against the play centre and instead phoned mum to come keep me company. Brendan was working and I didn't want to drag him home unless I HAD to. Besides, I've had some false alarms before I'm sure it's nothing.
When mum arrived I had changed into comfy clothes but was anything but comfy. And just incase I had repacked my bag for hospital, checked that Alisha was all sorted for kindy the next day and that everything else was in order. I made sure to drink heaps of fluids and eat well just incase I needed the energy later. I was in a horrible mood though and my poor mum and daughter we coping the brunt of it. I did call Brendan just before lunch to tell him what was happening and that it wasn't serious yet just finish up work and I'll call you if it gets worse.
Around lunch time I thought things felt quite regular so I decided to time my contractions (if that is what they were) and they were about 8-10mins apart and lasting about 30sec-1min. So I let it go as they were quite bearable. I pottered around and tried to relax. I talked to some friends on MSN and played on facebook. My friends were getting rather excited, me I was in complete denial still believing it was all a false alarm. It was 3:30pm when Brendan arrived home and I decided again to time my contractions, they were still lasting about the same were slightly more painful but now coming about every 5-7mins. So I told Brendan to shower and sent mum home, incase I needed her later, then I phoned the hospital and asked if I could come in just to be checked. At this stage I was just going to take Alisha with us and then go back to mums to ride things out and get my friend to pick Alisha up from there when I needed her to. So at about 4:45pm I hung up the phone to the hospital after telling them "contractions are not too painful, about 5mins apart, still bearable" I think got up to move and was hit with an earthshattering contraction, I couldn't move I couldn't breathe it was extremly intense, it honestly felt like I was ripped apart, obviously things were moving. So a quick trip to the toilet and I realised I had had a massive show. I think was hit quickly with another contraction of the same intensity! It was at that stage I said to Brendan "pack up quickly, lock the house I'll calling Fizz to come get Alisha and lets get to the hospital" I think I yelled it and I think I may have sworn. It was less than 5minutes and Alisha was on her way seriously excited and oblivisious to everything.
The trip to the hospital was painful, so hard to deal with contractions while squashed into a car. Not to mention every red light, the bumps and ALMOST being breathalised, I swear if that cop had pulled us over I would should the breathaliser machine down his throat. Thankfully when we got there there was a park out front and mum was there waiting...I don't remember calling her, I must have!
Straight upstairs to maternity, far out what a long walk when you are in paind, but now the contractions are 3mins part, possibly closer and very very very painful. My DR examined me and said straight away I was 7cm dialated and it could all unfold within the hour. By now it's just before 6pm and I start to panic that it's happening so soon. Not long ago I still didn't beleive I was in labour. And serously can this midwife stop commenting on hour big this baby feels, I swear I'll kick her if she doesn't stop. I think she go the idea because she did stop!
We moved to the birthing suite when I used the shower and hot water for pain relief but it didn't seem like very long until I needed to push. The urge was so strong. The first couple pushes felt fine but after that it all felt wrong. I started screaming and crying that I couldn't do it, it's not right it hurts, I was actually freaking out and completely losing control. When I think back it felt like something was stuck and the more I pushed the more it got stuck. I think I knew that at the time but couldn't express it. In the ended the DR examined me and some of my cervix was still in the way and also decided on the next contraction to break my water...this is when I completely lost it, I can't explain that feeling. So I opted for pethadine to calm me down (let me tell you it didn't stop the pain) according to those in the room it worked immediately. My DR decided to duck home for a quick dinner NICE! They gave me pethadine just after 730pm and I breathed through the contractions very calmly with the aid of some gas before I felt I needed to push again. This time it felt right!!!!!! I was so calm and relaxed I didn't scream just focused all my energy on getting the baby out. I could feel the baby moving and I knew that with the next push the head would be out and it was. The next contraction felt like it was never going to come as I sat there emotionally exhausted with babys head out. Finally it came and with the next push Travis Mitchell was born!! This time I knew straight away he was a boy as I was sitting and watched him come out, that was quite amazing. Unfortunately that wasn't the end of it, the injection for the placenta didn't quite work and I have to push quite hard to get it out....While I fed Travis I was fixed up, yep another tear but again no other complications.
I remember looking at him and thinking how amazing it was he looked just like his big sister and what was everyone going on about he's not that big!! Far out he looked just the same size as she was. BOY was I wrong.
Travis Mitchell
Born 14.05.09 8:28pm
4905grm 10lb13oz
58.5cm long
36cm head circ
Pretty sure this is the last birth story of mine you will be reading :-)
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