Wednesday, November 18, 2009

3 Weeks Already?!

Dear lil Katiepoo,

You turned three weeks old just yesterday and, my, it certainly felt like you've been in our lives for a much longer time.

When Mommy found out that you were going to be a lil gal at the ultrasound, I was really stoked! I've always wanted a baby gal (who else is going to inherit the bags and shoes!) and, after having your two mischevious kor kors, it was a really pleasant surprise to finally get my prayers answered. I would often stroke my belly when you were in utero and smile at the notion of your presence. Not to mention, the shopping that I got to do as well.

I spent the first two days cuddling you heaps cause I know that it is a big change from the warm and cozy environment that you were in for almost all of 10 months. I remember just spending time looking at you and realising how lucky we all are for having you in our lives.

I love smelling your lil powdery head and holding your lil hands. Daddy and I noticed that you, my dear, are blessed with really long fingers and limbs. And I certainly hope that you would inherit Daddy's height, as you grow.

Daddy and I are so used to having boys that we had to switch gears the moment you arrived. For one, we had to get used to the style of changing diapers. And And two, we had to get used to how docile you are. Your older brothers are a lot rougher and bigger eaters.

You know, we noticed how you have this lil serious look on your face whenever you suss out the environment that you are in. Lil frown lines would appear on your fore head while you figure out who is carrying you or which room you are at. It is the cutest expression and we would laugh at how solemn our lil baby is.

Anyhow, I just want you to know that your kor kors completely adore you and they would come by to kiss and sayang you throughout the day. I'm quite convinced that whilst they will be your bodyguards, you will in turn keep the two of them in check.

I love you my lil darling! Can't believe you are almost hitting a month soon! Too fast, I'd say!


Tuesday, November 17, 2009

No point crying over spilt (Breast)Milk

Liquid Gold

Breast Pump = $355
Bottles = $10.50

Spilling your freshly pumped breast milk over the kitchen counter = Priceless!

Monday, November 09, 2009

Seven Years

Me and my baby gal

Baby and I went out for dinner on Sunday evening.

It was our seventh dating anniversary and we thought it would be lovely to get out for a bit of us time.

After all, it has been a few hectic weeks with moving, settling in, having a new baby and Darien's Papa being in hospital. I think we were looking for a bit of a breather. =)

We brought Kate along because she's fully on breast milk and we weren't sure if my parents could cope with all three kids! And she was being such a good baby by sleeping through dinner and the car ride! (I love babies at this stage!)

T'was a good Italian dinner with the mains and desserts as highlights. I was craving for pasta and since I'm a full time milk machine, I am allowed to eat as much carbs as I like! =p

Being a Sunday evening, there were just us and a family having dinner in the restaurant. Which was just perfect in my opinion.

Seven years seem like such a long time but, really, it feels like it has just flown by. We've definitely grown in more ways than one. And love seems to take a deeper meaning than what it felt like in the beginning. =) The funny thing is, you realize that it takes a lot of work to make a relationship work. Love ain't the same without the additional effort.

I love my Hubbi. I think he's been amazing throughout the different points of our time together. Through the good and the bad (and sometimes very bad) he's always been the pillar of my life. Sometimes we disagree on things but, unlike how things are at the beginning, we tend to just let the smaller things go these days. (That's what growing old does to you! =p) I lean on him for most decisions and I know that we are in this for the long term.

He still makes me laugh. (And we do have a weird sense of humor.)

And he gives the best hugs. xx

So 3 beautiful kids later, here we stand.

Happy Anniversary Baby! ♥♥

Friday, November 06, 2009

Baby Kate - The Birth Story

Kate's birth story was not something that I expected.

I was somewhat hoping that I would deliver somewhere in my 37th week since she is my third baby. But the time came and went and nothing happened. We hit week 39 and still whilst there were some signs of contractions, nothing was really strong enough to warrant a trip to the hospital.

Here is the timeline for the birth.

Friday 23 Oct 09 - So during my visit to the gynae on Week 38 Day 6, she announced that I was actually 3.5cm dilated and that I was actually having contractions whilst she was doing an internal examination.

I was like WHAT? So we can have this baby any time now? But after being strapped onto the CTG, it was quite clear that nothing was going to happen that day.

My gynae did warn that things will go pretty fast after I hit 4cm.

The weekend passed and I didn't feel anything. However, walking around with the notion that you are dilated is quite scary. I was thinking what if my waters break in the middle of the movie? Or if I cannot feel the contractions and then the baby will just drop out of me when I'm walking. Tee hee.

Monday 26 Oct 09 11.26pm - I started feeling the contractions again. This time round, it was quite clear that it was something to be taken a lil bit more seriously as I was feeling it in my hips. I started to time the contractions and it was quite consistent for two hours before it slowly died down. I actually fell asleep so I guess things were heating up but it still wasn't time.

Tuesday 27 Oct 09 6:36am - I was woken up by a massive contraction which kept me up. This was followed by another two hours of rather strong waves of contracting. By this time, I woke the husband up and said, I think we better make a headstart to the hospital.

After making sure that the boys were being looked after, we left for the hospital. But NOT before stopping for breakfast at McD's (because you need to have energy for labouring... )

I called the gynae's clinic and they advised us to go in for a CTG to make sure that it's not a false alarm. Fair enough I thought. So we arrived at about 9:30am. Shortly after, they strapped me onto a CTG machine and it was clear that things were progressing.

A check by Dr K showed that we were 5 cm dilated. She mentioned that my baby head was low and could feel that my water bag was about to burst. I was then told to go to the hospital NOW. It was clear that we were going to have this baby that day.

11:30am - Darien drops me at the reception at Mt A while he went to park the car. I was sent up to the delivery ward. But as soon as the head nurse saw me, she went," Oh dear we don't have a delivery room for you." NOT GOOD. She did panicked for a bit cos we were @ 5cm.

At this point, my husband walked in and he went, "How bout we go back to TMC?"

That was when the nurse went, "Dun worry, we will sort out a delivery room for you." I was then shown to the observation room to be ,yet again, strapped on for monitoring because my gynae stipulated for constant monitoring.

12:05pm - I was told that I could move to an delivery room. The contractions were still quite bearable at this stage. I was then pushed to the room at the end of the aisle. Turned out it was the backup delivery room and it was just tiny.

It was also where I had my "show."

Right after, things got a lil bit more painful and I was just sucking on the gas for my pain.

We tried to press the call button for the nurses but it turned out the button was BROKEN.

So in the midst of my contractions, I had to grit my teeth whilst the administration lady came in with the handyman to FIX the blardy thing. My goodness.

Good thing she was friendly and got me some water and milo or else I would've lost my head at them.

2pm - Doctor K comes by for a visit. I was almost 6cm dilated. It was then when she did the internal examination that she burst my water bag.

Things were starting to heat up cause I was getting quite delirious with the pain. In fact, it got to the point where I was grabbing the rails whilst breathing in the gas.

2:15pm - I was once again told by the really nice nurse that she had a nicer delivery suite for me back at Room 2. And that she would like to MOVE me there. Arghz... By this time I was quite high from the gas and the pain. I remembered that it was the longest journey as she was pushing me in the wheelchair towards the new delivery room.

2:40pm - Things started to moving really quickly. I was given a pethadine jab because I needed something stronger than the gas. And by this time, the Eurasian nurse looking after me, insisted that my gynae be called to return IMMEDIATELY.

2.50pm - Doctor K arrives. She quickly got me in a position to push. After one push, the baby's head was out but I was squirting clots of blood and she knew that it was either my placenta separating OR my uterine scar from my previous c section was bursting. Dramas that I didn't know but my husband remembers oh so vividly. So she got the vacuum out and got me to push again. This time, the lil one came out completely.

After examining the placenta, she said that the cord was quite short and so as the baby descended, she was pulling the placenta and it was separating from the lining, causing it to bleed. Thank God for her quick thinking.

And that was my birth story. I must say that my recovery post birth was rather quick and I was feeling back to normal in a couple days. That said, I think age plays a part. Somehow I feel a lil more fatigued this time round than how I felt after my first two deliveries.

My husband has been amazing throughout this birth. He's the one that kept encouraging me when I was pushing cause I was so high on the gas... it took a lil bit of time for things to get through to my head. Poor baby was witnessing all the horrid parts of child birth as he had to hold my leg up to get me to push. Without him, I think my labour would've been a lot longer.

Baby Kate had a great AGPAR score after her birth and I was just glad that she arrived safe and sound. Despite being moved three times during my delivery, I thought the nurses at Mt A were really warm and decisive at anytime that I interacted with them. =)

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