All I can feel is little feet kicking and moving in my ribs! Yesterday I went for my doctor's appointment and saw on the scan that Flavio is now head down. Scary! We're getting closer to that big day little one! I have to admit that since he's been head down I've found it easier to breathe and have been a lot more comfortable as if he's not pushed up against all my vital organs!
He's also growing rather quickly according to the gynecologist because he weighs 1950g so I have to eat less carbohydrates. I'm still skinny but he takes everything I eat! Haha a fetus on a diet!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
30 weeks!
I don't know why but this seems like such an important milestone! I feel as though I'm in the real 'safe zone' now. My bronchitis has cleared up and I'm starting to pack my hospital suitcase, how exciting! I just love choosing his daily outfits and placing them neatly in their cellophane bags! I enjoyed washing and ironing them too! Seeing the drying rack as a blue haze of miniature clothes was so sweet.
Going for a pizza tonight with friends, what to wear with this big protruding belly!?!
Flavio is as active as ever, he's getting so big now that sometimes it hurts when he kicks! He also stretches a lot too and a little hand or foot sticks out of my belly causing it to go all misshapen for a few seconds. I recognise all of his movements that range from hiccups to rolling over, I've become so attuned to him in these months and soon it'll all be over! He'll be out of here, out of my body! Well, he might leave my womb, but he'll never leave my heart. Looking forward to meeting you, dear Flavio! Happy 30 weeks! We didn't think we'd get this far did we not?!
Going for a pizza tonight with friends, what to wear with this big protruding belly!?!
Flavio is as active as ever, he's getting so big now that sometimes it hurts when he kicks! He also stretches a lot too and a little hand or foot sticks out of my belly causing it to go all misshapen for a few seconds. I recognise all of his movements that range from hiccups to rolling over, I've become so attuned to him in these months and soon it'll all be over! He'll be out of here, out of my body! Well, he might leave my womb, but he'll never leave my heart. Looking forward to meeting you, dear Flavio! Happy 30 weeks! We didn't think we'd get this far did we not?!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
29 weeks!
Well I've made it to 29 weeks and can finally write in present tense! 29 weeks today! We are so excited. A is assembling the cot as I'm typing. Unfortunately I've got bronchitis, a terrible cough and have been prescribed antibiotics. It's been really violent for the last couple of days but today seems to be a bit better. Fingers crossed!
We've decided to call the baby Flavio. Flavio Emanuele. He is half Italian after all and living in Italy we thought it'd be better for him to have an Italian name.
I've enjoyed life being back to normal, being able to go out and show off my bump, now it really is exciting. Even my contractions seem to have completely disappeared. I still have to take medication morning and night though for contractions as the doctor explained that my womb had never had a chance to relax as during the detachment period it was constantly contracting due to the blood inside and now could still have a tendency to contract so to be on the safe side these pills keep them away.
Well, I'm off to have dinner, Flavio is kicking away and the cot has been assembled. I will put some pics up soon hopefully!
We've decided to call the baby Flavio. Flavio Emanuele. He is half Italian after all and living in Italy we thought it'd be better for him to have an Italian name.
I've enjoyed life being back to normal, being able to go out and show off my bump, now it really is exciting. Even my contractions seem to have completely disappeared. I still have to take medication morning and night though for contractions as the doctor explained that my womb had never had a chance to relax as during the detachment period it was constantly contracting due to the blood inside and now could still have a tendency to contract so to be on the safe side these pills keep them away.
Well, I'm off to have dinner, Flavio is kicking away and the cot has been assembled. I will put some pics up soon hopefully!
Bed rest!
I spent the next two or three weeks on absolute bed rest just getting up to go to the toilet. It was boring, I must admit, but all I was bothered about during this period was that my baby was alive and well. I was prepared to go to any lengths to save him. We'd been through a lot, but this baby boy was a fighter and was going from strength to strength. What's a few weeks of bed rest when it comes to ensuring the well being of your child?
I had a list of programmes on TV lined up every day and I began crocheting, a hobby that I discovered I really like and still do to this day. A made my meals and when he went to work he left me things to eat by my bedside. Sometimes friends would come to visit, it was a bit embarrassing being in bed but it definitely made me happier to see people and be able to chat for a while.
At about 14 weeks, I was so happy to notice my belly was growing, it was a sign baby bean was ok and he was growing. Things were going so well. I had my appointment with my gynecologist this week too and couldn't wait to find out if the detachment had gotten any smaller.
The Saturday morning of my appointment I got out of bed and cautiously started to dress. I was afraid any sudden movement might harm him or make him tear from the womb again. A waited for me and was anxious too. As I leant forward to put my shoes on I felt something gush out of me. I was terrified. As I looked I was horrified to see blood. Black thick blood. Again my heart started pounding, I was sure this meant it was the end. I didn't know whether it was better to go straight to the hospital seeing as I suspected it was a miscarriage. A said we should go to the gynecologist anyway as she was just around the corner. I put on a pad and headed for the door, imagining having that dreaded operation after a miscarriage.
At the clinic we told the gynecologist what had happened, she sympathised a little and said she would be with us straight away. After a minute or so I was lying on that dreaded chair waiting to see the gynecologist's reaction first before looking at the screen. I remember saying 'please don't tell me anything bad' and she replied 'I'm not going to tell you anything bad!' which calmed me a little.
'He's fine' she said, and I looked at the screen and saw the little baby swish around nonchalantly. I suddenly burst into tears once again having suspected the baby to be dead. The doctor sympathised and understood what I must be going through. I didn't care, beany boy was alive.
The blood was due to the baby growning and pushing out the old blood from the big bruise. I was prescribed even more bed rest and after a week or so had to go back to see the doctor because I was still losing blood which was redder in appearance. It was a constant stress, I was constantly worrying about what was happening in there. I was finally prescribed daily injections of blood thinner, which I had to do myself in my thighs. I took it in turns with A.
At about 18 weeks the pregnancy was finally classed as a physiological pregnancy, or a 'normal pregnancy' as my bleeding had completely stopped and the detachment had completely healed and to everyone's disbelief including doctors and nurses I had made a complete recovery. What a relief to not have the words 'threatened miscarriage' written on every doctors note anymore. It was an emotional event the first time I had a scan and was given the all clear. They confirmed we were expecting a boy and week after week we saw his cute little body grow at the scans. He started to become a really active baby and kicked all the time. I think this was his way of calming his mummy to let her know he's ok but of course we will never know!
The day I had the special scan to check organs and limbs were developing properly I cried too I don't even know why. The joy of seeing my baby was immense. Baby boy was fine, he was devoloping perfectly and to our amazement he was a couple of weeks ahead of his dates due to his size and weight. From this moment on I could enjoy the pregnancy and finally relax. Phew. God really does answer prayers.
I had a list of programmes on TV lined up every day and I began crocheting, a hobby that I discovered I really like and still do to this day. A made my meals and when he went to work he left me things to eat by my bedside. Sometimes friends would come to visit, it was a bit embarrassing being in bed but it definitely made me happier to see people and be able to chat for a while.
At about 14 weeks, I was so happy to notice my belly was growing, it was a sign baby bean was ok and he was growing. Things were going so well. I had my appointment with my gynecologist this week too and couldn't wait to find out if the detachment had gotten any smaller.
The Saturday morning of my appointment I got out of bed and cautiously started to dress. I was afraid any sudden movement might harm him or make him tear from the womb again. A waited for me and was anxious too. As I leant forward to put my shoes on I felt something gush out of me. I was terrified. As I looked I was horrified to see blood. Black thick blood. Again my heart started pounding, I was sure this meant it was the end. I didn't know whether it was better to go straight to the hospital seeing as I suspected it was a miscarriage. A said we should go to the gynecologist anyway as she was just around the corner. I put on a pad and headed for the door, imagining having that dreaded operation after a miscarriage.
At the clinic we told the gynecologist what had happened, she sympathised a little and said she would be with us straight away. After a minute or so I was lying on that dreaded chair waiting to see the gynecologist's reaction first before looking at the screen. I remember saying 'please don't tell me anything bad' and she replied 'I'm not going to tell you anything bad!' which calmed me a little.
'He's fine' she said, and I looked at the screen and saw the little baby swish around nonchalantly. I suddenly burst into tears once again having suspected the baby to be dead. The doctor sympathised and understood what I must be going through. I didn't care, beany boy was alive.
The blood was due to the baby growning and pushing out the old blood from the big bruise. I was prescribed even more bed rest and after a week or so had to go back to see the doctor because I was still losing blood which was redder in appearance. It was a constant stress, I was constantly worrying about what was happening in there. I was finally prescribed daily injections of blood thinner, which I had to do myself in my thighs. I took it in turns with A.
At about 18 weeks the pregnancy was finally classed as a physiological pregnancy, or a 'normal pregnancy' as my bleeding had completely stopped and the detachment had completely healed and to everyone's disbelief including doctors and nurses I had made a complete recovery. What a relief to not have the words 'threatened miscarriage' written on every doctors note anymore. It was an emotional event the first time I had a scan and was given the all clear. They confirmed we were expecting a boy and week after week we saw his cute little body grow at the scans. He started to become a really active baby and kicked all the time. I think this was his way of calming his mummy to let her know he's ok but of course we will never know!
The day I had the special scan to check organs and limbs were developing properly I cried too I don't even know why. The joy of seeing my baby was immense. Baby boy was fine, he was devoloping perfectly and to our amazement he was a couple of weeks ahead of his dates due to his size and weight. From this moment on I could enjoy the pregnancy and finally relax. Phew. God really does answer prayers.
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