tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29111855726800572692024-03-13T01:04:16.263-07:00Diary of a Crunchy Nut MamaThe blog of a WAHM.Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-22563575212299812612012-01-18T13:00:00.001-08:002012-01-18T13:00:01.935-08:00Getting back into my groove!Yay me actually finished some knitting this week! Yup that's right I rock!! <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FefF4JElllQ/Txcy0ORugmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HutweDtLYVk/s640/blogger-image-2011857328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FefF4JElllQ/Txcy0ORugmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HutweDtLYVk/s640/blogger-image-2011857328.jpg" /></a></div>Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-58973910314552530482012-01-08T13:20:00.001-08:002012-01-08T13:20:14.067-08:00Sunday nights , Monday morningsSunday evening used to be a horrid time for me. My husband always used to work away and would be leaving for the week either late Sunday night or early Monday morning. I would try hard not to let the thought of him leaving spoil the day but honestly it would always be in the back of my mind and I would always feel sad. Monday was always dreadful , the loneliness crippling , I almost felt in mourning every bloody week. Dramatic much!! Haha!! Anyway Dave no longer works away and so I no longer have that feeling of dread all day Sunday. Instead I feel happy and relaxed. I enjoy the thought that a new week is about to begin , new challenges , new experiences and lots of fun to be had. <br />
This is one thing in my life that has most definitely changed for the better!<br />
It's Sunday evening now and I have lots planned for the coming week, busy busy as always ! Can't wait to get started!! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-51740048042220526732012-01-06T08:39:00.001-08:002012-01-06T08:39:15.568-08:00The 4 o&apos;clock slumpI've had a pretty good day today. Baby slept in 4 hours stretches over night so woke up pretty refreshed , if cold! Had a calm morning. Children got to school on time. Visited dad for a coffee. Baby had a nap. Sister visited. Then mum and dad popped in later. Even managed to do some art work! So why do I get to 4 o'clock and suddenly feel completely overwhelmed! I honestly could sob , I am exhausted and can't bring myself to even stand up! Can I have a slap please ! Fingers crossed I feel better soon! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-74239755748964523212012-01-03T00:41:00.001-08:002012-01-03T00:41:55.738-08:00Things to doToday we shall enjoy the last day of the holidays! Unfortunately Dave has already gone back but he is on an early so will be home before we know it! Plans for today include scooter riding, cookie baking , knitting and dancing! It's all good fun in the Wyche household :) Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-52704542231241842122012-01-02T10:13:00.001-08:002012-01-02T10:13:18.357-08:00Feeling positiveI've got a good feeling about this year. Pretty convinced it's not going to be a easy one but I think the challenges will make us stronger in the end. There is lots that I want to do, lots I want to achieve and I know that anything is possible! All I need to do is have some kind of plan and I can get what I want. The first thing I really really need to deal with is our finances. We have alot of debt and not quite enough income. We have scaled down on alot but honestly things are still pretty tough. This makes things so very hard and I'm certain this is affecting my husband more than he let's on . It must be pretty tough being the sole bread winner and demoralising when you work so hard but have nothing to show for it. So I need to work out how to make things better, bring in some more money to ease his burden. There are a number of things I can do , perhaps make a real go of selling my jewellery , maybe finding some paid singing work. Sensibly tho I think a job is the way to go! Some weekend work perhaps? Mason is still only very young and exclusively breastfed but once he is 6 months I will start looking for work. I don't want to be away from the home during the week until he is at preschool but there must be something I can do. I'm not work shy and its time to prove it! So watch this space , 2012 is going bring alot of changes around here! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-71150050520265579132011-12-29T11:01:00.001-08:002011-12-29T11:01:27.803-08:00All quiet on the bloggy frontI've not written here in a little while, not because I have nothing to say but because I don't have the words to say it. Does that even make any sense? 2011 is drawing to a close and I can't even begin to describe how mind blowing this year has been for me. I have felt such a wide range of emotions , experienced so many things that I truly believe I will be entering the new year as a totally new person. Not just changed , someone new! I look in the mirror and I barely recognise the person looking back at me . It's not just about being older and it's certainly not about being wiser! Some of the differences are bad ,no not bad that's the wrong word , they are more confusing than bad . I've got to tell you alot of the changes are awesome. I've begun to realise my own strength , have confidence in my abilities , the courage to try something new even if it might fail. I'm entering the new year a mum of three amazing children who bring me such joy. I'm surrounded by such love and friendship. I've always felt that I'm not really liked, that I'm irritating and hardwork! I AM irritating and hardwork but now I know that it's ok. The right people are willing to work hard and in return I naturally become less challenging to be around. There I go not making much sense again. Life isn't perfect , who's life is? There is always something to work towards but I am glad of that . We should never stop trying to improve things , that's when we become lazy and complacent . I have no idea what the new year will bring for me . I can tell you what I hope it to bring. Some fun , love , hope and excitement . I am going to sing more , craft more , let go more! I will hold on to negativity less , spend less time online , moan less . The only person who can make these things happen is me. These aren't unachievable goals , these are NOT new years resolutions . It's just the way I need to live my life . <br />
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Onwards and upwards as they say . Good things are coming . It won't always be easy but I'm damn sure going to make it worth it ! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-15011145882223924732011-12-15T06:42:00.001-08:002011-12-15T06:42:59.307-08:00Just over a week til ChristmasAnd I'm not ready!! Meal not organised , presents not bought and worse no cash to do either! I don't actually care tho because it's not about either of those things. The important thing is being with my wonderful family and that is what I'm looking forward too :) Hubby has the week between Christmas and new year off and I'm so pleased ! We desperately need some time together as a five and I intend to make the most of it. Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-72450320852340495482011-11-30T01:48:00.001-08:002011-11-30T01:48:50.489-08:00Strike DayToday the children are not at school due to the strikes. Actually they wouldn't have been going anyway because they are sick but thats beside the point! Lol! So anyway, I've seen so many parents on Facebook complaining that there is no school. Now for those parents that work I can see how it is inconvenient but for those that don't work? Why complain!! It's just one day , what would you be doing that's so important anyway. I'm taking the opportunity to cuddle on the sofa with my little ones , staying in the warm because we have nothing at all planned. I miss Tegan when she is at school all day. She is often tired and grumpy by the time she gets home so we rarely get to do anything nice after school and the weekends go far too quickly. I'm not going to pretend I know any of the details of the strike so can't really form an educated opinion , but I do know that I am grateful for the dayoff with my babies! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-37984780171509709832011-11-29T10:18:00.001-08:002011-11-29T10:18:23.876-08:00Poorly childrenIs there anything worse than seeing your children poorly sick? Thank god my children are generally healthy but this week they have dreadful colds . Hacking coughs, streaming eyes, runny noses , painful ears the works!! So this week instead of the crafting we were hoping to do we are mostly sitting , cuddling and watching tv. Fingers crossed that they get well soon x Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-64958911329796776372011-11-27T23:16:00.001-08:002011-11-27T23:16:45.207-08:00Christmas Crafting.I've got lots of ideas for Christmas crafts I want to do with the children this year . Not to mention some crafts I want to get done myself!! But look it's nearly December already and I've not even started!!! I had hoped for a completely handmade Christmas but let's be honest it ain't gonna happen! I will however manage a couple of handmade ornaments for the tree . Let's keep our targets small while things are so hectic :) <br />
Inspire me folks ! What ideas do you have for projects with your small people? Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-73597440790681381442011-11-27T11:40:00.001-08:002011-11-27T11:40:25.049-08:00Confused thoughtsI have a lot in my life to be grateful for. My family , my health , my home all that Jazz ! I am grateful . I often look around at all I have and think 'wow! Just look at how lucky I am' . Things are very nearly perfect . Money worries are an issue though. Due to some very silly decisions when we were younger money is likely to always be something that causes worry. That said we are not too materialistic these days and I honestly don't think we do too badly considering the extremely tight budgets we have to live on. What I'm wondering thoughts whether it is wrong to want more? If 80% of the time things are good should we accept that the remaining 20% will never be perfect. I don't think that explains it well , I did say it was confusing! There is one aspect of my life that I wish was different . If I'm honest its been that way a very very long time but because everything else is so good I made a choice to accept it. I decided I could live with it. Recently though I've been reminded that it 'could' be different. Suddenly my decision doesn't seem so clear cut! Suddenly I'm thinking how much better things could be . I love my life , my husband , my family but I can't help wondering 'what if' . Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-2540446570818622902011-11-24T12:37:00.001-08:002011-11-24T12:37:12.121-08:00Things have got a little crazyI'm still here , still plodding along. The children are wonderful . Mason is 3 months already ! I should be happy , I am happy but I've got to be honest things have got a little confusing. I can't talk about it here, or anywhere really? So I'm being quiet , working things out , plodding. I will be back . Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-16638449337551634992011-11-11T11:03:00.001-08:002011-11-11T11:03:54.725-08:00Friday againThe weeks seem to be flying by at the moment. It will soon be Christmas and then new year. It only feels like yesterday that Dave and I were discussing maybe the possibility of baby number 3 and now here I am nursing him , doing homework with my 5 year old and chatting to my 3 year old . Who , by the way, only knew about 5 words this time last year! Insane!! Things are not easy at the moment. I am tired all the time and really really need to get over my desire to be fricking super mum. Who is she anyway? My children are clean ( sort of) dressed ( in a fashion) and fed every day. That's pretty darn amazing me thinks . Pre children I used to struggle to just get me out of the door on time! I can't quite believe that I'm the same person as back then . That girl still exists , I catch glimpses of her from time to time . Generally tho I am a whole new me. Most of the time I love new me. Other times I could slap her!! Haha!! <br />
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Next week I will hopefully post some pics of some crafty projects I've got on the go. <br />
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Hey you never know I may even be back to posting every day at some points!! Don't hold your breath tho please :) <br />
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Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-3816963898786137742011-11-04T23:41:00.001-07:002011-11-04T23:41:18.535-07:00Late nights and early startsIt's a strange thing for someone as tired as I claim to be to stay up past midnight and to get up before Dawn. But recently that's what been happening. A combination of things causing this but the main problem is my inability to turn off my brain. It is constantly racing thinking about life , love and everything. I wish I could just solve some of the problems in my own and in my family's lives but I fear more problems would only arrive. Therefore I need to work out a way to put my worries to one side just long enough to get some really restful sleep. My immune system does not appear to be coping well with the barrage of germs the winter months and school age children are throwing at me. My singing voice is still not back to full strength , my skin is pale and spotty and my tummy is flabby . Ok well that last one might be more to do with constant snacking and lack of exercise but you get the picture. <br />
On a more positive note Tegan and Euan are loving school . Mason appears to be thriving . I have good friends , a fulfilling hobby which I one day hope to earning from ( the singing - please voice come back!) and the ever supportive family! So mostly things are good in my world , the problems are really all superficial and caused by my greed. <br />
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So I just need to get over myself! Job done!! Lol!! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-59548869006241919182011-10-28T02:48:00.001-07:002011-10-28T02:48:07.585-07:00Happy Friday!Today I've woken in a completely different frame of mind! It helps that the sun is shining I am sure! Voice is missing in action , nose is blocked , house is untidy but do you know what? Life is good! I have goals and it might take me a long time but I will achieve them. No-one ever got anywhere by just moaning about what's wrong with the world , you have to be proactive!So I'm making lists , decluttering and trying to see the positives that surround me. I'm not going to pretend that every day will be easy but easy is boring anyway! Onwards and upwards! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-33402916451619826242011-10-26T23:03:00.001-07:002011-10-26T23:10:28.778-07:00Time is flying by so quicklyMy baby is 9 weeks old already and in some ways it feel like he has been here forever. My older two are well settled at school ( and then along comes half term!) and normality is slowly returning! It's easy to forget that I've just had a baby and subsequently I'm maybe pushing myself too far. The late night and early starts are taking there toll and for the second time since Masons arrival I have lost my voice. Miserable under any circumstances I think you'll agree but for a singer disastrous ! It has a direct affect on my mood and so I now just feel like crying and I'm very sorry for myself. Feeling sorry for myself won't make me better tho so I need to try hard to be proactive instead. So for a couple of days I will wrap up warm , drink honey and lemon and concentrate on REST . Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-12692686790987723632011-10-12T13:45:00.001-07:002011-10-12T13:45:37.105-07:00Swimming through soupHow can it be that seven weeks after Mason was born I suddenly feel worse not better? I was coping or at least doing a great impression of someone coping. I was wearing make-up and heels for goodness sake. Now I'm struggling to do my hair!! Aaaaarrrrrggghhhh! This feeling of exhaustion started to get worse once I ran out of my placenta capsules, a coincidence maybe? Maybe not? Regardless I'm going to look for some vitamins or something to boost me back up. Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-63440021582459760302011-10-06T02:07:00.001-07:002011-10-06T02:07:02.079-07:00Feeling stressedGetting my life balance is so very tricky. I want to continue doing the things that make me feel good , make me feel like me . Yet I feel so very guilty a lot of the time. Shouldn't I be giving up my hobbies etc to concentrate on my children who are after all now my life? However if I give up on 'my' stuff what will I do once the children grow up and move on? Won't it be too late then to pick up where I left off? If I give up singing til my youngest is 16 I'll be in my mid forties !! How many opportunities will be available to me then? I'm feeling tired and unwell this week.I know this is because I went out at the weekend and rehearsed on Monday. If I'd just stayed at home with my babies I would be ok. Am I being punished for wanting a life. Or am I just being hysterical because I'm tired. I moaned to some online friends this week , I normally try to stay positive. I was told , in jest I think, to shut up. And now I feel upset and cross. Gah they were right to tell me to shut up I'm getting on my own nerves!! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-78625742935585698652011-09-27T15:16:00.001-07:002011-09-27T15:16:16.105-07:00The Internet is taking over my life! Again!!I am attached to my iPod ALL DAY! I'm getting nothing done and I've got to be honest i am driving myself insane. I should be sleeping right now but here I am online again. So I've gone to bed iPod in hand BUT with very little battery. I intend to use it til the battery dies tonight and then leave it locked in my bedroom all day tomorrow to stop me logging in. I wonder if this will work? Somethings got to give because I'm am neglecting my real life in favour of my virtual one and it has to stop! Wish me luck folks! Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-68309807409045367872011-09-26T14:47:00.001-07:002011-09-26T14:47:27.264-07:00<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Lk55Ts55SJM/ToDy7paxfbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rnbIxt1EN1Y/s640/blogger-image-711184878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Lk55Ts55SJM/ToDy7paxfbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rnbIxt1EN1Y/s640/blogger-image-711184878.jpg" /></a></div>Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-53270172422670070182011-09-26T11:36:00.001-07:002011-09-26T11:36:45.295-07:00Self SabotageDo you ever feel like you are your own worse enemy? I know I certainly do. Sometimes when things get hard instead of working to make my life easier I instead try to make my life harder. I take on too many tasks , things that are not my responsibility . I start new projects before I've completed the last. I focus on things I think I can control so that I stop thinking about things I can't . That last one doesn't seem to be a bad thing if I'm honest but I sometimes need to just let things happen rather than control it all. Right now this is something I need to remind myself. Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-1995193045559135032011-09-18T11:48:00.000-07:002011-09-18T12:07:57.694-07:00My childrens art!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mspCh12x6b4/TnY9qxhxDeI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_IuhMgRb0tM/s1600/sept18th%2B011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mspCh12x6b4/TnY9qxhxDeI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_IuhMgRb0tM/s320/sept18th%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653774187269000674" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLOA0HnA1wU/TnY9q9ekL1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JgOMdk0VfKo/s1600/sept18th%2B009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLOA0HnA1wU/TnY9q9ekL1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JgOMdk0VfKo/s320/sept18th%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653774190476799826" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFN4FOME6XU/TnY9qhaXxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6fDwbij5u_0/s1600/sept18th%2B008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFN4FOME6XU/TnY9qhaXxBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6fDwbij5u_0/s320/sept18th%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653774182943015954" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_5vR_hgt6A/TnY9qTWIE8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/W0fT_Qy-axQ/s1600/sept18th%2B007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_5vR_hgt6A/TnY9qTWIE8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/W0fT_Qy-axQ/s320/sept18th%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653774179167114178" /></a><br />Sharing just because I can :)Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-1822412662380576372011-09-18T00:25:00.001-07:002011-09-18T00:25:56.002-07:00Breastfeeding and me .I have a love hate relationship with breastfeeding. All three of my children have been breastfed albeit for varying amount of times. My first never seemed to stop. She wanted to be attached to me constantly . We are talking 3 hour feeds! If I'm honest I felt like a human dummy! It was with some relief that I stopped before Tegan was 2 months old. She was only gaining 2 or 3oz a week and when the health visitor suggested topping up with formula to boost her weight gain I took that to mean that my milk wasn't good enough. So that was that. My second baby wasn't interested! Seriously from day one I had to force him to feed and he would only nurse for ten minutes max. Again his weight gain was slow and top ups were suggested. This time tho I was determined to carry on so I expressed milk daily and topped him up with that instead of formula. Euan was breastfed until just before his first birthday . He self weaned , no amount if coaxing would get that boy to nurse for longer . So again that was that! <br />So now I'm on baby number 3. Mason breastfeeds like a pro. He feeds for a reasonable amount of time. His latch is great and I experience very little discomfort ( I had to resort with breast sheilds with the other two ) . As for weight gain? Well I don't know as I haven't had him weighed in a couple of weeks but he regained his birth weight by day 10 so I'm guessing he is doing just fine! <br />The thing is tho .... I don't like it! I always assumed that it was down to various issues we were experiencing before. This time no issues but it still makes me feel , well, icky! I feel a bit suffocated while he nurses. I feel irritated and ansty. I dislike the leaking, I can't stand breast pads. I feel like I constantly smell milky. Bleurgh! I don't like nursing bras. I don't like having to wear easy access clothes! However I DO like the conveinience , I DO like knowing that I am providing for my son. I do like those milky drunk baby smiles at the end of a feed. I will continue to breastfeed, of course I will! But am I the only person in the world who DOESN'T love it ? I mean I know there are people who switch to formula because it doesn't work out. Or this that never start because they don't like the idea or whatever. But is there anyone else out there who doesn't like it but breastfeeds anyway? Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-20980188259133255002011-09-11T15:46:00.001-07:002011-09-11T15:46:34.997-07:00Easily DistractedMason has been earthside for almost 3 weeks and I am still finding him insanely distracting in the best possible way! Lots and lots of projects that need to be completed, half written blog posts to be posted not to mention the usual housework and day to day tasks. All I want to do is sit gazing at my son , stroking his face , breathing in his smell , enjoying him . One day ( far too soon) I will have to re enter the real world and get on with things but right now I'm happy to stay enclosed in my family bubble where the only thing that matters is my children , my husband and me. Not every moment is easy and I have already made some tentative steps back to reality but forgive me if I am in no real rush! If your waiting for something from me , please remind me , I almost certainly have forgotten. I'll be back soon I promise x Crunchy Nut Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11257849031948753643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911185572680057269.post-14226852366393597402011-08-27T06:52:00.000-07:002011-08-27T07:00:31.753-07:00Mason Floyd Wyche and his grand arrival!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvtoVePweQ0/Tlj4HueiLrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WMjSviha5qY/s1600/august11%2B016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvtoVePweQ0/Tlj4HueiLrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WMjSviha5qY/s320/august11%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645534944527789746" /></a>
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(235, 240, 245); ">This is long so hold on to your hat!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(235, 240, 245); ">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(235, 240, 245); ">On Monday night I went to bed a very tired very anxious mama to be. Booked in for induction for the next day at 42 weeks it's safe to say I was very nervous. I had made my peace with the induction but fully expected to end up with an epidural as I expected it to be a long drawn out process. I emailed my doula before bed promising to keep her informed , I had decided not to call her til labour was well established as she has 3 children of her own to care for. I asked her to pray for a miracle for me and then settled down for the night. As always my hypnotherapy cd sent me fast asleep and I got a good few hours rest . At about 4 am ( times will be very approximate as I wasn't really paying attention!) I woke up feeling uncomfortable. Different somehow. I lay in bed for another hour wondering what was happening before I finally decided to get up. The pools heater had actually been switched off the night before as we weren'tgoing to need it but it holds it's heat fairly well so I decided to have one last soak. It was about 33 degrees so nowhere near as warm as I would like but I whacked the heater on and hoped for the best. By this point I dared to hope that the impossible had happened and I had actually gone into labour naturally! Contractions werecoming about every ten minutes to begin with and actually started to get closer. Maybe this was actually it! I was calm and breathed through the surges <img src="http://www.mamapacks.eu/forum/images/smilies/groooansmileyf.gif" alt="groan" title="groan" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; " />ing a bit but nothing <img src="http://www.mamapacks.eu/forum/images/smilies/jumping0045.gif" alt="manic" title="manic" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; " />. I actually was managing yo put my face in the water and breathe out during the contractions , something the book suggested but I had never managed due to my fear of putting my face under the water!! Amazing!! Eventually Dave and the children got up and were very surprised to find me in the pool. Dave took the kids to my sisters and came back to start getting us prepared. He rang the hospital to check what time they wanted me in for induction. I kept saying 'no! I 'm in labour! ' he obviously wasn't convinced! Lol! So I was told to come in to triage at 11.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(235, 240, 245); ">So I continued to labour in the pool, I told dave that I had no intention of going into hospital at all. They would just have to send someone out . Dave was really not keen on that idea and started to get worried. He decided to ring the hospital again and they could hear me moaning through contractions so asked us to come in. I think this was around 9 am? I kept sayng to Dave I don't want to go everything will stop , but I knew it was time to head in really. When we arrived at the triage ward the contractions were still coming but I was coping with them well. a little too well actually as the midwife said that looking at my notes and how I was actingit was very unlikely I was labouring.the best we could hope for was that I was dialated enough for the pessary to be inserted. So I agreed to a ve and tried not get my hopes up. Midwife was silent throughout the exam and then said 'well I have good news! You are 5cms and your waters are bulging!' at that point I started <img src="http://www.mamapacks.eu/forum/images/smilies/sad0144.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; " />ing and Dave did a little happy dance! I requested again to use the birthpool in the midwife led unit but unfortunately I was STILL classed as high risk so had to be transferred to delivery suite. Ah well my baby was on his way and to be honest I wasjust so happy I didn't care! We were handed over to the midwife who would deliver my baby and she was very keen to allow me to go as naturally as possible , no more exams and just see what happened. Again she was amazed at how calm I seemed. We talked about positions for birth etc and agreed upon trying to birth standing up if that's what felt comfortable. I was still able to chat and answer questions throughout , using my tens machine and breathing techniques we were getting on just fine!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(235, 240, 245); ">So on with labour we went. Midwife mainly stayed quiet in the room while I paced around swaying my hips , chatting to Dave pausing only when a contraction hit to concentrate on my breathing . I even managed to drink a couple of cups of coffee. I expressed concern a couple of times that contractions didn't seem to be getting closer or stronger but the midwife assured me that it was all going well and I was doing great. No idea how long that went on for really but at some point the midwife brought in another midwife to cover her lunch . She said 'no giving birth before I'm back' to which I responded 'no chance I'll be here for a while yet!' new midwife agreed with me and said 'yes you are far to comfortable to be giving birth just yet ' oh I forgot to mention that I have been on constant monitoring the whole time due to the trace not quite being regular. Luckily I was still able to move around so it didn't bother me at all. Not long after midwife one had gone to lunch my contractions kicked up a gear and was offered gas and air. I readily accepted as I was becoming quite noisy and that gave me something to focus on. Previous labours I had hated gas and air but this time I really got the hang of it . Again I credit this to all the breathing exercises I hadn't practiced in the run up. Tho the contractions were really very painful by now I was still very much in control and able to chat along to Dave. the midwife nipped out for a bit and told us to press the button if we needed her. While she was gone there seemed to be a lull in the pains and I said to dave ' oh with the next contraction my waters will go' and lo and behold with the next pain I felt a pop a huge gush of waters went everywhere. As I was stood resting my head on dave's chest it went all over his shoes! Oooppps! The contractions immediately seemed on top of each other . We pressed the buzzer and the midwife rushed back in surprised to see how things had progressed. This is when she noticed that my waters were very brown and requested that I get up on the bed. I got up on the bed on all fours and there seemed to be no gap at all between contractions.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(235, 240, 245); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(241, 238, 211); ">I suddenly felt very frightened. At the peak of every contraction they lost the babies heart rate. I had started feeling the urge to push but was out of control and was screaming in agony. I heard the midwife say ' I think cord must be around babies neck , time to get baby out' at this point I was sobbing and screaming 'i can't do this , please be ok, my baby' Midwife kept reassuring me baby would be ok but I needed to listen. I was instructed to lie on my back. The paed team were called in and the room seemed very crowded. With every contraction I pushed and screamed . I genuinely thought I must me tearing in two . It was becoming unbearable and I was terrified. Baby didn't appear to be moving down. Midwife kept repeating 'she has spd be careful , she doesn't want to be cut, be careful' Finally babies head began to appear , his head was turned to the side but I was relieved as I knew once his head appeared the rest was easy. Except not this time. Unfortunately his shoulders were well and truly stuck . I was screaming hysterically and apologising for the noise. Again the midwife was amazing and kept telling me to stop saying sorry and that I was amazing. Apparently his shoulders were stuck for ten minutes but I finally pushed him out just before the doctor was going to cut. Relief flooded my body and I was calm again. My baby boy was here! A quick check over confirmed he was fine. . The drama wasn't over tho . I couldn't hold him yet as I was bleeding and my placenta was stuck. I think it took about 40 mins for the placenta to come away even after agreeing to the injection at the last minute. Finally tho I was handed my son and he went straight to the breast and fed for 20 mins. So things didn't quite go to plan, I didn't quite manage to stay in control . But he is here . He is safe . And I'm in love .</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(235, 240, 245); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(241, 238, 211); ">
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