Showing posts with label 37 weeks pregnant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 37 weeks pregnant. Show all posts

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Gift Ideas for the About-To-Burst or Folk-With-New-Tiny-Humans

In lieu of a baby shower I decided to have a high tea.  Fancy fun with the ladies.

And, of course bragging about making it to 37 weeks.

This is the big milestone as it means that unless anything is otherwise wrong with bubs or me we can attempt the whole labour thing in a way I like most.  I had a Midwife appointment today, and both she and I concurred this baby is big enough to survive on the outside.  I'm measuring stretched to my limit - there is no room left in this uterus.  Bubs is in perfect position for labour and I lost my mucosal plug on Friday night (I think?  It looked like last time, no bloody show, just jelly goo).  So it's all systems go, we're just waiting on the tiny human to make the call.

We've both agreed Friday will be the best day for said sprog to arrive - preferably in the evening because:
1) I want to rest today.  Etta is at her Nana and Poppa's so I can actually sleep and laze.
2) Tomorrow is Murray's Dad's birthday.  Let's not make everything a whole family spectacle.
3) Thursday is Lucy's birthday.  I love Lucy.  I don't want her to have to compete with a baby for birthday party dates/catch ups/time.  It's lame.
4) Friday will mean Murray gets another long weekend!
5) Friday my Midwife is available and, at this stage, not busy.  And she is awesome.  So I want her around me when this baby comes out.

She is so awesome she wrote that the baby will come on Friday on my appointment notes - just to further imprint this reality on my unborn child.  Best.  Midwife.  Ever.  Now do as instructed baby!

Today I was thinking of how different having a second child is to the first.  First time around I was very grateful to have a baby shower and to get educated about things babies need - cos I didn't know diddly.  This time I had High Tea instead of a baby shower.  We got to dress up as ladies and go to Waitakere Estate which has the most awesome retro decor.  And we ate lots of food and drank the bubbly wine and walked the grounds and got to be grown ups talking (mostly) non child things for a few hours.  It was brilliant.  Because this time around my house is FULL of baby things (most of which I understand the function of) and I really don't need much more.  And a break from these things where I put lipstick on is a rare event.

But I do know that some people want to be helpful during what is almost always a stressful time of change.  Or want to celebrate the pending new person so that they haven't missed out on the huzzah the first one got.  So I thought I'd make a list of what, in retrospect, the absolute best gifts for subsequent sprogs/parents of subsequent sprogs would be:

1) Newborn disposable nappies 
Now this won't be for everyone.  We are users of the cloth ourselves, but definitely in the first few weeks (ended up being 6 for us last time with the surprise Caesar and no lifting) disposables make life a lot simpler.  If you are unsure, check.  Parents go through these things like they do coffee, so are almost always in need over those first few weeks. And if they do end up with too many will likely pass them on to someone else in need.  It's the weird thing about becoming a parent - you instantly know a bazillion other people with babies or about to have babies.

2) Coffee 
I think the best present a soul could get Murray over the first few weeks of this newun would be a voucher or coffee card to his favourite coffee place.  Or just a text accompanying a dropped-off-in-the-letterbox-during-crazy-times coffee.  While this may not seem like the best 'family' gift I'd say you are mistaken.  Dad's being kept sane helps the entire family function better.  If Dad doesn't drink coffee, insert some other sanity making favourite here - like beef jerky or beer.

3) Meal type things
I must precursor this with a reminder that not everyone has a giant freezer.  While frozen meals will be fab for some, they may not be for all.  Our freezer is currently packed to the hilt, so while a meal would be much appreciated, it would not be super useful to us right now.  A frozen meal may be more helpful a few weeks down the line.  In lieu of this, meals that keep are also ace.  Like muesli bars (easy to eat whilst breastfeeding) or crazy tinned breakfast options.  If you want to be fancy, quiz your people on where they like to get takeaway foods from, and get them a voucher to said place.  Not always possible, but it's surprising how many places do provide this option.

And dinners are not the only meal.  New Mum's often forget to eat during the day as are so busy it just slips their mind.  And nutrition is important when you're breastfeeding, or not sleeping, or crying a lot, or all of the aforementioned.  So little, easy to grab, healthy foods can be helpful - fruit, muesli bars, jerky, nuts or muffins all make fantastic little thoughtful gifts.

4) Petrol Vouchers
Again, this may not be for all, but if anything goes wrong with the baby or Mum in the first little bit there will be a lot of extra trips into hospital which costs unexpected amounts.  This is also useful for people staying at birthing units out of town.  Or people who need to do more and more frequent late night pie runs.  So probably this is a good idea for many.

5) Babysitting vouchers
I have no idea how hard things are going to be with Etta once the newby arrives, but I imagine it's going to be pretty hard.  Etta currently knows something is up and is mega clingy.  So after bubs is born I will be trying to make sure she knows I still love her very much and not shipping her off to be babysat all the time.  Which will be hard.  So I wouldn't mind if after the first few weeks anyone could spend an hour to maybe sit with the newby so I can do something fun with her.  Just to keep things in check.  Not only will it be very helpful for us, but for those baby sniffers out there it gives you the opportunity to top up your new-baby-smell-memories.  And I'm sure there will be points where we both reach the end of our tether and a rest from our fabulous toddler will be in order.  I'm sure other parents will probably feel similar.

6) Cleaning vouchers
Now this is totally not something I'd want because of my weird anxieties BUT I've heard this is something of use to many normal parents - offer to do the vacuuming or some such thing.  Cleaning plus babies plus other kids = not a lot of time.  And kids = disproportionate amount of mess.  So this would be very helpful for many.  Just not me.

7) Nipple Cream and Bum Balm
As with everything, check to see if this is needed first, but these were things that got used a LOT and will likely need replacing.  I think this will be the same with a lot of families.  These are underestimated necessities.  While we seldom use bum balm with Etta these days it definitely helped both her bum and our patience in cleaning her bum in the early days.  And I can't speak more highly of nipple cream.  It seriously saved my breastfeeding life.  It is not weird to care for your friends nipple health - it is just a sensible way of being caring.

8) Maternity Pads
I know this is horribly boring and gross and not something to think about, but after babies are born ladies bleed.  A lot.  And maternity pads are expensive.  For some ladies this might only last a few weeks and be no big deal, but for me it was more like two months.  And Caesar or no Caesar - we bleed all the same.  For those who haven't had babies it's important to know we can't use tampons.  Not because they will fall out of the large tunnely empty socks that are now our vaginas, but because we are more inclined to infection.  If you want to upgrade on this gift for the early days get some of those big ass incontinence knickers.  I have been paranoid about my waters breaking and ruining my expensive mattress over the last few nights, and can say from experience they are extremely comfy.  And probably quite absorbent.  I haven't had to test that part yet.  All I know is it's hard to go back to regular undies after experiencing the comfort of Poise.

9) Pamper Vouchers
The best present anyone can ever get me (besides lollies, popsicle slushies and Instant Kiwis [the crossword ones are best]) is a massage voucher.  Not to an expensive, fancy type spa in Parnell, but to the mall ($35 for head, neck, shoulders and back and you can have your back done sitting up - handy when you are pregnant).  Mall massages are easily accessible and can be surprisingly good.  You just have to know who has the most magic hands in that particular part of the land.  My mother hates being touched by most humans - so if she had just had a baby there could be no worse present - although a voucher to get her hair did would be perfect.  Maybe you have some pampering skills yourself?  Why not form a babysitting/pamper duo with a friend to come to the rescue with child relief and foot rubs?  Or a manicure?  Or a sneaky glass of vino?  Or all of the above?  And chocolate.  Don't forget the chocolate.

10) A Cheese Sandwich
Immediately following having Etta this was the thing I wanted most in the world - and despite being gluten free at the time, when it was an option (via hospital menu) I took it.  I dropped sandwich on Etta's head.  I did not care.  It was the best damn sandwich I ever ate.*  Now take that feeling, and add to that a sandwich made with love and care by someone you know - not just random hospital staff.  Like, maybe with fresh bread, tasty cheese and a crunchy salad.  Oh.  My.  God.  Is there anything better?  So maybe just make a cheese sandwich to bring around some time.  Or the equivalent awesomeness for vegans or the allergy impaired.  Never underestimate the power of a sandwich.

* It must be noted I was horrendously ill after this, but that could have been from many things.  It's not always the sandwiches fault.

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

On being 37 weeks pregnant

This is what a tired, sore, very pregnant woman looks like.  You can JUST see the little stretch marks under my belly button (yay - still no outie!) - the horizontal line above my belly button is just clothes mark.  The mark above is my piercing scar comboed with some surgery mess.  The line down the left hand side low down isn't a stretch mark - it's a rabbit scratch - Wellesley has a gunky eye and he doesn't like me cleaning it.


Yay!  We made it to 37 weeks!  Any time the baby comes from here on in is fine with me.  But I'd prefer it if it were at least another week away - we still need to pick up the car seat.  And It'd be fab if she were still just a little early.  The only way I'm getting through each day of pregnancy is by focusing on the following things:

a) there's not long to go now
b) I never have to do this again.

So I REALLY hope she's not late.  Our Midwife said she's had someone with pre-term labour issues like mine that made it all the way to 42 weeks... I really hope that doesn't happen to me.

But in saying that, I'm semi hoping for a little bit more time.  Because how do you know when you're ready?  We still have quite a few things left to organise - picking up the cot, the pram and the car seat.  And how am I actually going to cope with a tiny baby?  Those things (little babies) terrify me until they start looking more like little people (around 3 months).  I hate being pregnant, I truly do, but how do I know when I'm ready for the other side?  I guess you just don't.  So I'm taking things day by day and focusing on the little things.  And maybe once some of the big things are sorted, I'll feel more ready.  Maybe.

I had the first of our now weekly Midwife's appointments yesterday which went well.  Our baby is BIG.  I'm measuring about a week ahead of how pregnant I am (that's by 'their' dates, if 'my' dates are right, I'm not actually that big).  The baby had a massive growth spurt in the last two weeks which is why I am now no longer stretch mark free (dammit!)  Based on fundal height (not super accurate), if she goes to term we're looking at an 8 lb 13 oz  (4kg) baby.  And if we're overdue by the max, we're looking at an almost 10 pound baby!  Big is good - easier to dress, less scary to hold - but scarier to get out, and will not likely fit her little newborn outfits.  And even though it's not the most accurate estimate, given how I look and feel, I very much doubt she'll be fun-sized!

We finally went over the birth plan - glad the baby has waited until we got this done!  It's weird how just talking over those few things that are standard practice for a Midwife can be super reassuring for a first time Mum-to-be.  Even though I've read all the stuff and been to yoga and antenatal, I don't actually know specifically what a Midwife actually does during labour.  I'm sure that's because they're all different.  The most reassuring thing I learned was that if it's not quite hospital time, but things are proving difficult in early labour, she'll come check me out at home.  I also have a good idea of what her personal stances on a bunch of things - which mesh pretty well with mine. 

She said: 'I'm used to seeing women in pain, and you're supposed to be in pain, so I'm not going to feel sorry for you.'  This in the context of: 'I will not offer you drugs unless you actually need them.'  She thinks the rates of epidural we have are pretty high, and at 45% I have to concur.  But it's there as a back-up for us.  I think (and she agrees) that if everything's normal and I am allowed in a birthing pool, I should be ok.  But if I'm not, and my hips and pelvis are causing hell, then an epidural it'll be (she won't offer though, I'll have to ask).  No pethidine - which is excellent - opiates are not my friend, nor great for babies.  She said if I ask for drugs, she'll just give me gas - I'll have to ask a bunch of times before she'll consider the epidural unless she deems it necessary.

And all the other marginally hippy crap we're keen on is her standard practice - so glad we picked her!  Delayed cord clamping is what she normally does unless there are complications.  I don't need a fancy thing to take the placenta home in - they'll give me an ice-cream container.  The hospital and birthing unit will provide nappies and pads (cloth nappies at Helensville, ones that I don't have to wash).  I know these little things probably don't seem important, but anything unknown contributes to my anxiety.  Knowing the small things helps me worry less about the bigger things.

The reality is that the baby will just turn up whenever she feels like it.  Because we've had a bit of a scare, people seem to think I'm going to 'pop' like an overinflated balloon any minute.  I am in pain a lot of the time, but this pain is NO indication that I'm in labour, or going into labour soon!  If you see me flinching or gritting my teeth, or hear me moan that's just cos my hips have locked up, or this Braxton Hicks thing hurts, or the baby has just headbutted me in the pubic bone.  It's just cos this pregnancy SUCKS, but I'm unlikely to burst my waters all over your nice rug.

I'd like to think I'll have some kind of other warning before the real labour starts, and I think I've got at least a week to go - still no nesting*, still no mucous.  But no matter when she decides to turn up I will not be prepared.  I guess that's one of many things I should stop worrying about.


* I'm completely reliant on the nesting thing to get my house properly organised and clean.  So if this is one of the standard pre-labour things I miss out on, we're  kinda screwed and I will cry.