what to pack in your hospital bag

What to pack in your hospital bag.


 

 

I highly recommend preparing your hospital bag early.  Can you imagine your partner, or family member trying to pack your bag whilst you are in hospital? At 33 weeks of pregnancy, this happened to me which is all described on my previous post A taste of what is due to happen.  Martin did well, I must add! But that’s with the help of knowing what to pack.  Then at 36 weeks I ended up in hospital again and gave birth to my little Joshua. Download the free printable at the bottom of the page. So here’s a helping hand:

Mum bag

Bag I found it helpful if the bag has wheels and pockets.  I’ve been moved to different rooms throughout the stay, etc – so it just made it easy to drag the bag rather than carry it.  When you have a big bump, and wobbling, you just need things to be easy peasy.

Pregnancy notes/birth plan Please please please carry your pregnancy notes everywhere you go.  You just never know when you need it.  Trust me!  It takes longer for doctors to check you if you don’t have them.  (Like me, you may just feel stupid not having them).  I actually had a great memory and remembered everything so when Martin went all the way back home from a different hospital (poor bloke) I was impressed with what I recalled.  However the doctors did need to read everything, so it did delay being examined.  As for the birth plan, it’s not imperative.  (Ours went completely out the window) but it is handy.  Your partner and doctors can try to do everything as close to your wishes for the birth.

Clothes  I cannot stress how comfortable clothing is needed- it’s a requirement.  Don’t bother with pretty tight little things!  You are stuck on a hospital bed before and after labour.  Obviously it’s great to walk around (if you can) but how you look is really not a priority. As long as you’re healthy and your baby is the cute munchkin, then no –one gives a crap about your looks. Your vagina or your stomach may be in agony too. Comfy clothing ladies! Breastfeeding? Then accessible to boob clothes are key – ie vests, and nursing bras.  .

Straws I was incapable of holding a drink during labour so Martin gave me water through a straw.  Then afterwards, when you are holding your little bubba or feeding him and your lips are quenching for a drop of water – your partner can help with the straw!

Maternity pads The docs actually provide this for you but if you are longer than a day or 2, you are kind of expected to have your own.  Plus you don’t want to be in that awkward situation where you need to change but have to wait for them to give you some.

Throw/Pillow Of course the hospital has these but having the throw helped because I got cold easily, so an extra layer was brilliant.  Also it’s a great way to act as a shawl when nursing and still keep you warm.  The additional pillow just made the bed more comfortable along with aiding in nursing.

Large knickers It is not about getting thongs, or pretty frillies on,  Downstairs has been through alot!  Enough said!

Phone/camera/charger Papparazi on JJ like crazy.  You will just want to be snappy happy! And of course, more than likely you would want to tell your nearest and dearest the good news!

Baby onesie/hat I’ve added this because when your little cute bubba enters this world, you will want to clothe your baby. This will be the first clothing, of which I would suggest a onesie/all in one sleepsuit.  Temperature of babies is regularly monitored, so include a vest just in case.  You don’t need to bring their wardrobe just yet, that’s in another bag.

 

Baby bag

Clothes Sleepsuits/onesies, mittens, booties, hats, cardigan/jumper, and tshirts/vests. We didn’t bother with bottoms.  Joshua didn’t get a chance to wear too much clothes as he had to be under the ultra violet light most of the time.

Cotton wool Again, the hospital will have these but it’s always handy. Cleaning your baby’s poo and urine with these are great.  You don’t need wipes just yet as water and cotton wool will be sufficient.

Muslins Make sure you have several of these.  You can wipe anything that comes out from your baby’s mouth.

Baby blankets Babies like to be swaddled when they sleep.  They like the warmth and it makes them feel secure.

 Partner

Loose change Bring a lot of loose change. It’s needed for parking if you have a car and for all those vending machines.

Blanket/pillow It’s not comfy for the partners, so try to make yourself comfy.  Some hospitals allow partners to stay the night and some don’t.  During the day, when you both need a nap, it can come in handy.

Snacks Not just for your partner but for you too!

Hospitals provides the basics for the first few days.  If for any circumstances you are in hospital longer, you need to ensure you can get refillable’s from a family member, or friend, such a nappies, formula, cotton wool, maternity pads, and nursing pads.

Click the below image to download the free printable below.

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What did you pack in your bag? I would love to hear from you.

Drawing by Martin Southam, my other half 🙂

Happy Daddy Day

With emotional rollercoasting crying over anything, Martin handled it by sympathising or ignoring it (haha but it worked). He would be cornered to the side of the bed as the pregnancy pillow took over. He had to deal with all my dribble on his clothes as I fell asleep anywhere when I was too tired. He would relunctantly (maybe they smelled?) tie my trainers laces or put my shoes on as I couldn’t bend down easily for every outing. Even putting the pregnancy belt round me or helping me squeeze into clothing that I refused to be too small for me. Loving me and my bump whilst it grew to a melon size. Teasing me as I walked like a penguin at the pace of a snail. Forced to carry anything heavy from my bag or taking the bin outside . Dealing with my tantrums when I felt inadequate about anything. Cooking mountains of dishes as I was a pig (and still am). Chauffeured where ever I needed to as I couldn’t drive well. Reading and talking to Bump lentil everyday. Forced to give me back rubs and stroke my skin as everything hurts. Being my 999 support aid 24/7 when I needed him.


Tackling those moments from the moment Joshua was pushing to get out into this world. Martin had sleepless nights like any new dad. (He seems to now sleep through easily – lucky him!!) He would be the target of Joshua’s urine fountain (Always puts a smile to my face when this happens). I would save the mahoosive yellow poo nappies for him (Ahahahaha) . Martin knows how to calm Joshua till he falls asleep with him for a nap. Horse games and sing alongs to entertain Joshua throughout the week. Carrier and pramming anywhere. Funny noises or great stories shared to Joshua. Even calming and reassuring  Joshua whilst he manically  craves for food (like his mummy). All of this whilst working, cleaning and meeting my demands (which is never ending), along with my bitchiness.

He’s been the best partner to me and an amazing dad to Joshua.

HAPPY FIRST FATHERS DAY!

 

 

 

For the Mummy To Be

For the Mummy to Be and all Mummies;

Who have yearned for her own family,

Repeatedly tried for a baby,

Bared a lost through pregnancy

Stands alone during the 9 months

Tasted the morning sickness

Cashed out on expandable clothes

Struggled with their wrists

Unmoveable and stiff pelvis

Aching backs

Big and sensitive breasts

Momentarily loses her sense

Uses panty liners consistently

Or even has bladder incontinence

Big feet syndrome

Bruised internally due to being a punching bag

Moves at a snail’s pace

Wobbling down the road

Emotionally retarded

Not oneself

Gulping for air

Night slowly disappearing as the day becomes one

Branches of veins growing

Or skin being pulled in all directions

Scheduled doctor’s appointments

Needles penetrating the skin

Routine vitamins

Crazy healthy eating

Squeezing into spaces that just doesn’t work

Instructing people to move out the way

Dreaded panicky incidents

Uncomfortable hospital beds

Magnitude of contractions

Waters breaking

Fears accumulating

Giving birth to new life

 

There may be hardship to get to the next stage of mummyhood but trying the upmost is all that matters. No need to follow others, just do what you feel is right. What waits down the line is a new world but a unique and amazing one. For those experiencing the magical moments with their little ones, I have so much respect for you!

All of above is worth it whether you experience a few or all. Here’ the first month of my little man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Next 8 Days In Hospital

I head to the bathtub just to clean myself.  My vagina feels like it’s been ripped to shreds.  My tummy feels wobbly, loose and weak.  I wonder how Joshua feels – he’s been squeezed out, where he had a bit of a cone head! As I soak, I take a breather, realising that I gave birth to my little human, my little boy.  I am amazed and in utter shock!  Me, a mummy?!! I have my own family, Joshua, Martin and I?  Very strange.  The bath is soothing me, but the water starts turning red.  Disappointed I couldn’t be there longer I get out.  It’s time to wear the maternity pads of which I forgot that they’d be a lot of bleeding afterwards for weeks.

Returning back to the maternity ward as a family, it’s late in the night.  We try and get some sleep and Joshua is actually a gem during the night.  We’ve awaken him for feeds and checks only.  Through the night, my eyes are drawn to him as I just can’t stop looking at him.   As he’s not latching well on my breast, I worry that I can’t produce enough milk which actually really hurts, especially as I am told to hand express as I opted for breastfeeding.  The hand expressing needed patience from me to get it going (and possibly the right technique) of which I found so difficult but got there in the end and was able to express up to 45ml.

Double Medela Symphony Pump

Double Medela Symphony Pump

Expressed milk and or formula top up

Expressed milk and or formula top up

The morning a midwife does her routine checks for all mothers and their babies.  As he is physically checked, his colour is also checked.  I hear “He’s a bit yellow”.  I think, well that’s because I am yellow – drrrrrrrrrrr, forgetting about the jaundice symptom.  I then remember it’s due to bilirubin not being expelled properly from Joshua’s body, which causes the yellow bruising. Good thing I didn’t blurt it out. My heart sinks twice as his foot is pricked to test for Jaundice, along with confirmation of Jaundice at the bilirubin levels of 117. On top of this he is also taking to the neonatal clinic for antibiotics as he was early to help prevent or at least decrease any infections that could occur.  He’s returned to me with a sock on his hand to cover the pain he’s experienced.  Feeling really low about all of this, Joshua is treated with phototherapy.  This is a UV light treatment in his cot to help break down the bilirubin.    This entails that Joshua only wears a nappy and a mask (Makes him look like a superhero), so that all his skin can be exposed to the light.  The downfalls with this is you have to be quick on feeding, changing nappy’s and soothing him, so that he can absorb as much light as possible.   This was a very stressful process for Martin and I as we wanted to be spending quality time with him on the first week, with skin to skin, playing, and holding him. In addition, I had to breast feed, use expressed milk, and top up with formula which was classified as one feeding.  We then had to feed every 3 hours no matter what, to ensure Joshua could flush out the bilirubin with his poo and urine.  (O my gosh the poo! He had expelled and aimed his black poo with a gesture of his fart all over me!).  I have to say there were times I felt like giving up on breastfeeding.  The feeding became a tiresome schedule through each day and was quite a battle.

Phototherapy

Phototherapy

A case of the baby blues showed its face, whilst Martin was away during the course of 1 night.  Amongst the crying of the other babies in the ward, the engorgement of my breasts (Boy, were they so painful), the 3 feedings in 1, changing nappies, consoling him when crying, seeing the UV light, pelvic/back pain, tired, not being able to always hold him and questioning everything I’m doing bought me to utter despair.  I felt useless, crap and a failure. I got through it many hours later, as a midwife was there to advise and assist where needed. I still have little sobbing moments to this day ( 5 weeks )  but what do you expect!?  I’m hormone crazy where my body is trying to get back to normal.

All through this, Joshua stayed quite positive. He was usually quite well behaved.  He did however despise that mask.  If he knew how to use his hands he would have ripped that mask in our faces!  When night time arose, he would fidget a lot but was quiet. His temperature was a tad bit low most days and nights so I did get the chance to have a bit of skin to skin.  Rather than fully enjoying this time, it was rushed so that the time in the UV light couldn’t be compromised.  Eventually he looked better where the yellow decreased.  But each day he would endure a blood test – which he took remarkably well with only flinching and no crying.

Being there was a challenge for 8 days.  As I was getting familiar with everything, I did see some new mummies and daddies really struggle.  One thinking a bit of posseting is baby chocking and about to die. Another not holding the baby at all.  The lady across me was experiencing the same – with her baby having jaundice.  The mother who can’t carry or move as easy.  The mama who didn’t have English as her first language so didn’t understand what the doctors were saying.  What helped was Martin being there, family and friends visiting and the midwives being very helpful constantly.  We learnt so much and felt more confident by the end of the week.  It turns out that that they could not find a fault of why the jaundice is being prolonged after mainly tests.  We are home but Joshua still continues to have jaundice (5 weeks and 6 days later), of which the updated results shows his bilirubin is higher than when he was born and that he has neutropenia which is abnormally low number of blood cells.   Awaiting the next steps from the paediatrician.

Joshua in first week

Joshua in first week

Welcome Joshua

The morning started with my midwife check-up.  I had all the usual checks; urine sample, blood pressure and measurement of belly.  I was then told Bump Lentil was still not engaged but at least he was head down (He better be as my belly feels so much heavier and uncomfortable!)  My parents visit that afternoon and i was looking forward to the massage my Mama gives me on my back and arms, since the last few weeks.  In the evening, Martin runs a hot bubble bath.  I’m usually a shower type person, but this felt so warming and relaxing.  My senses and body take a welcome break in the hot water surrounding me. Afterwards I check my belly – I’ve never really notice the spider veins under my belly.  That’s because I don’t have eyes down there!  I only noticed them on my sides.  To end our night, Martin and I usually read the Day by Day Pregnancy Book, so that we can understand what is happening to Bump and to me.  Also so that bump can hear and be familiar with our voices. Usually we have to catch up a couple of days.  I have been adamant to try and get ahead, especially because of the scare a few weeks ago.  (Also that I made a bet with him that Lentil would arrive this week so wanted to know anything further ie like Labour procedures. As I get comfortable (at least try to) a trickle of liquid runs by leg.  I momentarily think quietly.  Could this be my waters breaking?  Or has my lack of pelvic exercises led to urinary incontinence?  How am I meant to tell Martin as a grown adult I’ve just peed the bed, irrespective if it’s a symptom of pregnancy? I should have bought one of those waterproof covers for the mattress!  I turn to Martin, disrupting his reading and indicated I’ve have to check what the watery substance is and head to my best friend, the toilet.  It has seen me oh so many times today and throughout my pregnancy.

Spider veins underneath belly

Spider veins underneath belly

The Bet

The Bet

My knickers fall between my feet to the floor whilst I figure out what is happening whilst my bottom is parked on the toilet seat.  Possibly a good 3-4 minutes later I shout to Martin that I’m sure it’s my waters breaking.  Kind of disappointed it’s not like the stories you hear where it’s a gush of water.  It slowly continues.  I do question myself, maybe it’s just a prolonged pee! Whilst I sit on the loo, I get Martin to call the maternity ward.   They advise to put wear a sanitary towel for an hour, with legs raised and analyse at the end if it is completely soaked.  So that’s what I did! It blatantly was 10minutes later but I continued to raise my feet. Panicking deep down, I ask Martin to check my hospital bag/repack it all.   I panic about the unknown, the uncertainty of it all but recall happy thoughts equals oxytocin, to help aid the labour process. We call the Maternity Ward again and after that call we are on the way to the hospital.  The journey there leads me so many worries.  Firstly, why are we not relaxing at home like NCT advised before the labour progresses?  Is this it – I haven’t been educated yet on the whole labour process!  Am I really ready? Will I be a good mum?  How do I change a nappy!? How is Martin feeling? I look at Martin whom radiates a cool calm exterior.  At least he’s not making me panic!

I advise the midwives as per my notes on my phone the time the water started etc.  They check my sanitry towel, something I am so familiar with now.  As usual a urine sample, blood sample, blood pressure is taken along.  Lentils heart beat is monitored again and so are my contractions.  Turns out I am not even experiencing miniscule contractions yet. They explain that as the waters broke prior to contractions, that I and Lentil is prone to an infection, especially that I am slightly early to full term at 36 weeks and 2 days.  They also wanted to induce labour but were happy for me to wait 24 hours in case it would happen naturally.  Whilst I impatiently waited I had to have antibiotics.

Notes of waters breaking

Notes of waters breaking

The other pregnant ladies in the same room were being induced with the pessary.  One of them had severe contractions but not strong enough, and the other nothing.  Whilst they were more likely to meet their little munchkins soon, the midwives constantly checked on me and bump.  Not to mention my waters were also looked at.  Who knew that waters would still carry on dripping?!  I had some show and plug where the water had light pink discharge and blood.  That did scare the hell out of me, but this was all normal.  Lentil was being stubborn and did not want to show himself at all.  On Friday 1st April, the midwives sent me to the delivery ward for an induction.  I didn’t understand why they were sending me first than the other ladies but I’m not going to complain.

At 12pm, Helen, the midwife that was going to assist me during labour introduced herself. She was from Bogna Regis, catering for cover as Epsom had been quite busy.  She was so friendly and helpful with such a delicate voice. Before inducing me with the pessary she wanted to do an internal check.  Her gloves went on and her fingers inside my vagina.  It was a bit uncomfortable but to my astonishment I was already 2cm dilated. I thought I am meant to feel pain/contractions here? So instead of the pessary she gave me the drip.  This would also do a 2 in 1 job so the antibiotics could still be given.  Disappointed that the Birth Centre was in a faraway land, the midwife tried to make the experience as easy as possible.  I wasn’t stuck to the bed and could use the birthing ball, but had to be careful as the drip and monitoring equipment was attached to me.  Whatever the hormone was in the drip, it started to get the contractions to rear its ugly head, eventually.  With each contraction I would breathe in and out whilst my butt was on the ball.  Martin would pour some water or cranberry juice into a plastic cup for me to drink with a straw, along with feeding me snacks.  He would assist my granny liken symptons, as I would be walking slow to the toilet with all the attachments. I had also asked Martin to inform my parents, but knew that they wouldn’t understand his accent.  So he kept my cousins in the loop to tell them.  As it’s April 1st, they did think it was a joke being April fools day!

The contractions got slightly more intense the more the hormone was increased but unfortunately it was big contractions but far apart, rather than close together.  She then reduced it, and hours later they were close together.  Don’t hate me but it wasn’t that bad – I just kept breathing at each contraction to reduce the pain.  Agony wanted to say hello later when my back felt like a house fell on top of me.  I tried bending down on the floor whilst resting my upper body over the ball but that did nothing to help.  Now – I needed something to release the pain away from my back.  The midwife gave paracetamol but it was so useless – it just made me tired. At this point I order Martin to massage my back. I stumbled onto the bed and the midwife checked how far dilated I was.  She was expecting about 3-4cm but I was 6cm.  Hurrah!  At this point – the gas and air was given to me. It took a while to kick in but I loved it.  It was a great high feeling.  I only remember a few parts of this whole process – that being me begging for the epidural – which was too late by the time the anesthetist came as I was 9cm!

Here is everything I remember saying among all the screaming:

“Does this mean I have to do this on gas and air?!!”.

“I hate you Martin”

“I love you Martin”

“Why are you taking away the gas?”

“Don’t take away the gas.  How can you do that to me?”

“I’m pushing!”

“How am I meant to be pushing?”

“You have the baby then!”

“I want to push!”

“I need to push!”

“I can’t do this”

“Can’t you get forceps?”

“Have I pooed? “

“Pull him out!”

“I can only hear you now Martin, and no-one else.”

“How do I know when a contraction comes for me to push?”

“I’ve got a cramp!  Massage my leg!”

The midwifes shift finished at this point and a new one replaced her.  Worst moment ever!!  I recall the midwife saying to push as if I’m doing a poo!  Ahahahaha.  That must have been great to hear from Martins ears. My first push – actually did not make a dent.  Apparently I was too high to actually push.  I also got told off for screaming too much.  Let me freaking scream woman.  It’s a killer! Once I figured out the pushing which freaking cains like a bitch – I could feel him entering our world. I could obviously feel my vagina being stretched and felt like pushing when I wasn’t meant to but didn’t.  I wanted him out as he was taking all the energy from me to push any more. It is excruciating pain every time he slides further.  How second time mothers wish to go through this again is beyond me!  I get that it shows the things we would do for our children – but really – this painful!? There was no way I could carry on any longer but somehow I found all that power to do so. Martin had explained that the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck twice, and that he looked purple. On my birth plan Martin was supposed to cut the chord however the midwives had to react quickly to untie the chord.  The midwives did all they can urgently to make our baby at ease. My placenta came out as well after they pressed on my tummy.  That was totally awkward.  Did Martin see that?  What ugliness comes out!  People really eat that? WTF! Eventually soon after, with no stitches required, I get to hold Joshua James Southam in my arms on my chest with Martin beside me. I could not have done this without Martin as he was a great birth partner who provided all the support and encouragement I needed. (Awesome Martin, thank you) The 9 month  pregnancy of crappy symptoms and the hell of labour, as everyone says was all worth it in the end.    April 1st 2016, Martin and I welcome Joshua James Southam into this world, at 20:44, weighing 7lbs.

Joshua

Joshua

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Joshua

A Taste Of What Is Due To Happen

It is the second week of March, and we are celebrating Mama Alicia’s birthday at her house.  All the family is there or due to arrive.  For the last hour my bottom was firmly on top of the couch, cosy, watching TV.  We are called to the table to a feast of food to celebrate.  Oh, how delicious it looks.  I head upstairs to use the toilet facilities and the next thing I know I am panicking, urging Monica to come towards me.  Like the initial part of my pregnancy, my knickers were drenched in blood.  If it is fresh blood and a significant amount then you need to be seen urgently if after 12 weeks of pregnancy.  I was 33 committed weeks into my pregnancy.  What on earth was happening?   Is Bump Lentil O.K?  Monica calmed me down to the point I somehow forced a little giggle (no clue what we ended up talking about) but on the other hand Mama Alicia was now panicking, in replacement.

Martin and I rushed to hospital, the closest being St Georges Hospital.  We had opted for Epsom Hospital but that was at least 30 minutes away. Martin escorted me to the A & E – a strange system where you do not report to reception but wait until a nurse sees you.  As there is no ticketing schedule or any type of organisation in place, anyone could have been seen first, no matter how severe or non-severe an injury could be.  Our impatience propagated and so did other patients.  After calling Gary’s partner, Heather, a midwife in Cumbria she advised to head to the maternity unit.  She also mentioned that the bleeding could be an indication of the placenta separating from the wall of the uterus before the baby is born. At this point, I am sure a surge of hormones are being produced, increasing my blood pressure.

“Can I have your pregnancy notes?” is the first question the midwife says when we arrive at the maternity ward.  My heart must have skipped a beat.  Idiotic me did not have them.  Stupid, I know – this was the first time I did not carry them!  Of all the times, why did I not have them with me!!!!!! I give them all I know as they ask all the questions.  “How many weeks are you? When is your due date?  Position of placenta? Blood type? Have you had bleeding previously?  Explained what happened today.” I answer all of these with ease eagerly waiting for them to tell me what is happening to Bump or myself.  Bleeding within the third trimester can be caused by sex, exercise, internal exams, infections, but these were all ruled out. My blood pressure was taken which was slightly raised than normal. My pads/knickers were checked of which they agreed it was a lot. An internal check was carried out. An electronic fetal monitor was used to record my bumps heartbeat and any contractions for continuous monitoring.  Two transducers are placed on belly with a belt.  Whilst the results were being recorded, the midwife would check them every spare moment they had.  Strangely they would also ask if I was experiencing any pain.  In response to this, which I found weird was no.  It turns out an hour or two later, the EFM was picking up contractions.  The results were inconclusive.  The midwives and doctors could not determine why I was bleeding, let alone having contractions that I could not feel.  Due to this, I was immediately sent to the delivery ward.  This started to feel surreal.  Martin was sent home to pick up the pregnancy notes and pack the hospital bag.

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The dreaded hospital gown and the green compression stockings appeared to my disgust.  After putting these on it was explained that I could be having Lentil prematurely and that I needed to be observed further.  They needed to do all the precautions in case he wanted to see Martin and I early.  Two steroid injections were required – not by the arm but on the bum cheek.  They are painful, worse than blood tests! My bum cheeks were uncomfortable! As I was not full term in the pregnancy, the steroids were to help his lungs mature. (He’s going to be a superhero).  A intravenous was placed on my left hand ready if bump wanted to make his way through to our world.  That just became uncomfortable – the amount of times I accidentally rubbed it against something! My sanitary pads were constantly checked as well.  Waiting to see what would occur next, I rested.  When at night, hearing a lady use her tonsils to the best of her ability was scary but yet thrilling. I was treated very well – midwives and specialists explained everything.  Anesthetist and pediatrics visited to explain procedures and answer any questions I had.  After a day, the bleeding reduced but the contractions were still detectable.  They decided to move me to the maternity ward as the lack of bleeding reduced the probability of labour.  We were in the hospital for 4 days but unfortunately no-one could advise why the bleeding occurred.  Bump was healthy – however I was slightly disappointed as was looking forward to seeing him early.

 

 

Do It Yourself Bump Shoot

Here’s our DIY Bump Shoot a few weeks ago.

The use of a selfie stick, selfies, ourselves, a timer and some friends made this a fun photoshoot. We were lucky it was a beautiful day at Polesdon Lacey. What made me laugh was Martin was adamant he would not do lovey dovey kiss photos. Oh well. I can’t wait to put some of these on our wall!

 

welcome to the womb

Window to the Womb 3D Scan

welcome to the womb

It’s very rare to see a new born that is immediately cute (Of course this is not including your own little bundle of joy).  After travelling down the birth canal, and being squashed through parts of the pelvis, can you blame them?   Using forceps or ventouse for an assisted delivery can contribute to the head shape deformity momentarily.   Not forgetting that babies have been surrounded by amniotic fluid for the last nine months.  Imagine yourself being in a pool just for a few hours – you’ll come up wrinkly similar to an oldie.   

In spite of this, I still had the curiosity to see what Bump Lentil could look like with a 3D scan.  With this piece of technology it was also a reassurance that he was OK.  For those that have low risk pregnancies normally only 2 ultrasounds are given. So clicking away on Groupon app, I opted for the Window to the Womb – VIB baby scan package.  This included 39% discount of the original price of £130.00.  The package derived of 10 minute scan with well-being check, size 6”x4” prints, two 8”x6” prints, two keyrings, USB of all images and scan capturing the baby’s movement.

Window to the Womb  staff were very approachable and friendly.  After all it is a special moment within pregnancy.  All the sonographers are trained and qualified and do their up most to try and get the best pose of your baby.  This is anything from taking a walk, pressing slightly on belly, massaging the belly, having sugar snacks/cold drinks and doing a little jiggle.  Bump Lentil did not want to play ball, and instead liked hiding his face.  To keep him amused in my belly he constantly played with my umbilical cord – no wonder I get random pains!  Showing off, he would then brush his feet against his face.  I’m very impressed he knows how to entertain himself.  This really opened my eyes to what was growing inside me and absolutely loved it! Martin could also see all of this too!  We weren’t ascertain about the pictures taken so we were offered another chance to visit free of charge.  The second time round he was being even cheekier and not even divulging a glimpse or any section of his face, but wanted to show his balls!  We therefore selected photos from the original session and to be honest I loved them.  Now all that is left pondering my mind is will he look similar when he’s in this world.

 

Window to the Womb 3D Scan - Chubby Face

Chubby Face

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Window To The Womb 3D Scan

Window To The Womb 3D Scan – Baby Lentil so cute

Window to the Womb 3D Scan - Little Hand

Little Hand

Window to the Womb 3D Scan - Footprint

Footprint

 

      

A Baby Shower designed for me

The day arrived where the effort of my organisers Louella, Monica and Shireen worked together to comprise a fun filled beautiful baby shower.  They took control and everything was a surprise – something that is so hard for me to do as I am normally the organiser. Arriving at the venue with Martin, firstly I was bewildered that the place exists, The Trafalgar Arms pub   in Tooting. I remember it looking tacky and old – but now it was refurbished with a front garden and shelter.

Then as we walked in we were taken to Smith Bar, there was a table that had beautifully presented name tags and food orders.

Name tags for baby shower

Name tags for baby shower

As I got further inside, where the guests were waiting, I let loose some tears.  Oh no – the emotional pregnant me is coming out again!  As I made my way talking to all my friends and family – it just felt so overwhelming. I couldn’t believe that a lot of them came – some I haven’t seen for years and some that haven’t seen me or the bump.  Yet they mean the world to me! A small glimpse later, I notice a table of red velvet cupcakes – one of my favourite flavours and cute macaroons!  Next to them was a wishing jar and nappy cakes!  All the great detail was fantastic!

After everyone had arrived the Smith Bar had sliding doors that opened up to another room!  That was not suspected at all! As I walked through to the Sullivan Room I immediately see a laptop connected to the tv – where a slide show of photos and all the guests are presented.  I could not take my eye of them – some photos I have never seen, all with cringe worthy moments or happy times! Then underneath was a magnitude of gift bags!  Bugger that was a lot!  Then the tables were laid out scattered with cute confetti, a framed poem and Baby Bingo cards!  The walls had baby bunting and tissue paper balls.  Oh, how loved and adored everything!

We ate – and boy was the food good!

Full of laughter were these well-presented games.  However losers were penalised with a splat of Elvis urine!  Haha!

Baby Big cards – game players needed to hit a match of words on a line and 2 winners would receive a gift.

Guess tummy size – game players had some string to guess my belly size!  Offensive guesses and some complimenting guesses – lol!

Guess Tummy Size

Guess Tummy Size

Guess what is in the bag – game players picked had to guess what was in the bag and if they guessed correctly I would win the item!

Guess whats in the bag

Guess whats in the bag

Eat the rusks – The quickest player to eat 2 rusks wins!  This was too funny just seeing guests stuffing their face.

Eat the rusks

Eat the rusks

Drink the milk – Who could suck milk out of a bottle the quickest!  Wow – these ladies are good at sucking!

Drink the milk

Drink the milk

Guess the baby food – taste unnamed baby food! This was a eye opener – I didn’t like any of the flavours.

Guess the baby food

Guess the baby food

Put the nappy on – Wrap tissue around as many guests as you can.

Build the nappy cake – quickest team to build a nappy cake!

Build the nappy cake

Build the nappy cake

Overall, I cannot thank the organisers so much for this amazing baby shower and all the guests who really participated in everything thrown at them.  It was moments of happy tears, and the best moments with people I loved. Thank you to all of my dearest!