...you haven't posted in a really long time, and then there just becomes too much to say, you become overwhelmed (not helped by perpetual lack of sleep) and so you just don't say anything at all?
Yes. Well.
I'm still in the process of writing my birth story. I don't really want to remember it, and it still fills me with dread to think about it too much. But I must write it down. For me. For C. And for the hospital complaints committee ;)
It will come shortly, I promise.
In the meantime, I can't seem to remember life BC (Before C).
She is a relatively easy baby, besides for being THE noisiest sleeper and THE slowest eater. This is a very bad combo when she wants to eat every 3 hours - she is my little alarm clock. So, picture this in the middle of the night. Noisily sleeping, waking to be fed, then spend an hour while she SIPS on her bottle, then change, finally get back to sleep, only to do it all again in 1.5-2 hours. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I would get annoyed but my heart actually physically melts when I see her. My little IVF miracle. The little embryo that could.
She is now almost 6 weeks old. She was 3.5kg when I took her to be weighed last week - small but perfect in every way and growing steadily. So much for gestational diabetes! I mourn for all the chocolates and icecream I could've eaten in my pregnancy.
My v.agina on the other hand is no heart melter. My botched episiotomy has mostly healed (6 weeks later) albeit not in the right way. So designer v.agina here I come.
On top of that, I picked up two not so lovely infections at the hospital. One pretty bad one attributed to unsterilised/dirty equipment. (Thank you Ventouse and the NHS).
I have so far spent more than £500 privately funding specialists and lab tests - a small price to pay I think when it comes to that area and where one's health is concerned.
But I digress.
Birth story to follow...
~Sabine~
Yes. Well.
I'm still in the process of writing my birth story. I don't really want to remember it, and it still fills me with dread to think about it too much. But I must write it down. For me. For C. And for the hospital complaints committee ;)
It will come shortly, I promise.
In the meantime, I can't seem to remember life BC (Before C).
She is a relatively easy baby, besides for being THE noisiest sleeper and THE slowest eater. This is a very bad combo when she wants to eat every 3 hours - she is my little alarm clock. So, picture this in the middle of the night. Noisily sleeping, waking to be fed, then spend an hour while she SIPS on her bottle, then change, finally get back to sleep, only to do it all again in 1.5-2 hours. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I would get annoyed but my heart actually physically melts when I see her. My little IVF miracle. The little embryo that could.
She is now almost 6 weeks old. She was 3.5kg when I took her to be weighed last week - small but perfect in every way and growing steadily. So much for gestational diabetes! I mourn for all the chocolates and icecream I could've eaten in my pregnancy.
My v.agina on the other hand is no heart melter. My botched episiotomy has mostly healed (6 weeks later) albeit not in the right way. So designer v.agina here I come.
On top of that, I picked up two not so lovely infections at the hospital. One pretty bad one attributed to unsterilised/dirty equipment. (Thank you Ventouse and the NHS).
I have so far spent more than £500 privately funding specialists and lab tests - a small price to pay I think when it comes to that area and where one's health is concerned.
But I digress.
Birth story to follow...
~Sabine~
