Idiot cat

He’s standing at the cat door (leads out to the enclosed cat run), banging on the door, making it flap back and forth.  Annoying.

He’s one

Wow.  I can’t quite belive that TTG turned one on Saturday.  And the poor little guy was sick.  He still has a cold and he’s had a few croupy nights.  Yesterday he had a croupy moment during the day when my mother was here so I kept him in the heated loungeroom overnight, and we are doing the same again tonight.

He’s just so cute.  So is TBB.  TBB was very excited and told the checkout chick that “it’s Tiny’s birthday tomorrow.  He’s going to be one.  I made him a card because I love him”.  TBB ended up being quite jealous on the day, and kept taking TTG’s new toys away to play with and not letting TBB have them.

TTG is so different to TBB at this age.  Obviously they look completely different (will post a comparison pic sometime soon).  TTB has blue eyes and had blonde curls.  TTG has brown eyes and what little hair he has is kind of reddy brown and very fine.  TTB is all legs (like his donor), TTG has a very long body.  TTG is around 10 1/2 kg whereas TBB was 13kg at age 1.  I’ve not yet measured TTG’s height or done his quilt photo as I didn’t want to agitate the unwellness.  TBB has a calmer, more chilled personality.  We joke that it’s the result of the time he spent frozen.  TBB is way more full-on and always has been.

In the last couple of days TTG has started to point at stuff.  Today at the skate park he kept pointing at the teenager on a bike, and would point to TBB when I asked him where he was.  Very very cute.

He’s really funny about DP at the moment too.  He freaks out if she goes anywhere in the car UNLESS I take him out to watch her drive off.  She went outside to farewell her mother the other day and he cried at the door until I took him out to show him that she was still there. 

He has 12 teeth at 12 months!  Breastfeeding is still going along really well, and he eats plenty of solid food as well.  He’s recently been enjoying nuts – macadamias, cashews and almonds.  He’s highly supervised while eating them and I’ve no worries about nut allergies with him.

The EC journey has been interesting.  We’re still having a missy time, but he is certainly very aware.  We’ve had a couple of poo misses lately (highly unusual these days) and he always comes to me right away to let me know.  We’ve also had some night misses with him being sick.  He’s usually dry overnight but seems to pee when he isn’t well and/or is teething.  We did get a middle of the night catch which was good, helped him settle back down to sleep.

I’m still wearing him for a good part of each day.  I took a stash pic yesterday of 14 carriers, plus there was one in the wash and another out on loan, meaning I have 16 baby carriers!  Just remembered I have a pouch somewhere as well so that makes 17.  I don’t use the short wrap, one of the MTs or the pouch, but I’ve listed them for sale.  I also don’t use the stretchy wrap as I found it useless once he got beyond 3 months of age, but I’m keeping it for now.  I do use the rest of them though.  I’m too practical to match carriers to what I’m wearing, but different situations do call for different carriers.  Plus my dodgey back appreciates me mixing it up a bit.  Even the same carry can feel quite different in 2 different wraps, and different MTs/SSCs sit slightly differently.

Happy birthday to my perfect little baby boy.  It’s such a priviledge to have him here.

Remembering Zak

I’m thinking of Brenda, S, and baby Georgia this weekend.  Friday the 15th marked their baby boy’s 3rd birthday.  Tomorrow will be the 3rd anniversary of his death.

Moving forward

I’m getting annoyed at myself for having parenting posts and baby photos on an infertility blog.

So, it’s time for me to start posting elsewhere about all the parenting after infertility stuff.

This blog will remain in case it helps someone else dealing with IF and a UU, as there just aren’t very many UU blogs out there.

So, if you’d like to, come join me over at Sacred and Scarred. If not, I understand.

I really want to thank the blogging community for all the support you’ve given me. Thank you.

Lucky

I was just reading about Pregnancy Outcomes in Unicornuate Uteri.

Really hits home just how lucky I was.

Our review revealed 20 studies of varying size and design that had commented on pregnancy outcomes in unicornuate uteri. These studies ranged in date from 1953 to 2006 and from a sample size of one to 55 patients. In total, we examined 290 women with unicornuate uterus reported in the literature. Of those patients, 175 conceived, to carry a total of 468 pregnancies. Incidence data in the literature reveal that unicornuate uterus occurs in 1:4020 women in the general population; the anomaly, however, is significantly more common in infertile women, as in women with repeated poor outcomes. Our review revealed rates of 2.7% ectopic pregnancy, 24.3% first trimester abortion, 9.7% second trimester abortion, 20.1% preterm delivery, 10.5% intrauterine fetal demise, and 49.9% live birth.

The Booger Boy’s birth story

DP had an uneventful pregnancy except for some unexplained spotting that ended at 18 weeks after a colposcopy. At around 36 weeks, after being told repeatedly that the baby was head down we heard the surprising words “I think he might be breech”. Even though it wasn’t my body, my heart just plummeted.

A quick ultrasound was done and confirmed that he was indeed breech. DP was offered an external version but declined immediately in favour of a planned c-section. This surprised me, but of course I supported her in her decision. The hospital only scheduled c-sections on Thursdays, and it was scheduled for 22^nd April 2004, at 40 weeks.

The following week DP requested it be changed to 15^th April as she was feeling very uncomfortable. We met with an anaesthetist who explained the spinal, and signed all of the paperwork.

We were to be at the hospital at 7am on the day. I made DP wait while I took a final photo of her, something she had always hated doing but I insisted upon as you can’t go back later and take them. We arrived at the hospital, along with my mother in law who was the most nervous of all of us.

We checked in on the labour and delivery ward and were shown to a room. DP changed into a gown and I put scrubs on. A doctor did an ultrasound to confirm breech, a midwife checked her vitals and placed an IV. DP isn’t scared of needles like I am, but the way she squeezed my hand and the look on her face when it was done told me it really really hurt.

We had a different anaesthetist on the day and he decided he wasn’t comfortable using a spinal on a person with multiple sclerosis. She was to have an epidural and it was to be removed in the theatre as soon as she was stitched up. I’d never heard of such concerns, and I now believe they were unfounded.

When it was time DP and I walked to the operating theatre. I had to sit near the window while the epidural was administered. DP sat on the table and her back was washed then the local anaesthetic was done. Once that had taken effect it was time for the epidural. The needle went into her back and they fiddled around with it. At one point DP got shooting pains in her legs as they’d touched a nerve or something.

Once that was done, she lay down on the table and I sat by her head. They began checking to see if she was numb by poking her with a pokey thing. She could feel it all, and there was talk of giving her a general, but it was ok in the end.

I had taken a camera and video camera in with me. I ended up handing the camera to the student DP had allowed in and she took photos while I videoed. She was able to be down where the action was and got some good shots.

All of a sudden there was a baby in the air! He was displaying “the sad face” and screaming and pooping. He was taken to a table nearby to be checked over and I went over with him. He was wrapped up into a bundle and given to me, and I returned to my seat by DP’s head. I rested him on her chest but she was distracted because she was feeling sick and had the shakes so I held him near her head.

I asked her if he was Li@m D@niel, the name we’d been leaning towards, and she agreed that he was.

She thought she was going to be sick so they put some drugs in her IV. It didn’t seem to take long at all to stitch her up, and then we were all in recovery.

With the midwife’s help they tried breastfeeding, then TBB was weighed and measured. They took footprints and gave him a vitamin K injection. He was 3.68kg and 50.5cm long and had been born at 11:47am.

DP wanted her mother to meet him so I took him out to the hallway to see her quickly, then returned with him to recovery. A little butterfly needle was put into DP’s chest to deliver morphine for pain relief. After that it was just paracetamol.

After a while DP was allocated a bed on the postnatal floor but it was a shared room. I wasn’t allowed to stay overnight, but I stayed late and returned early.

By morning the lovely midwife was trying to arrange a single room. In the meantime I gave TBB his first bath, and helped DP have a shower. She was terrified that her incision would open and her guts would fall out.

After that she was moved to a single room with a shared bathroom, and I requested a fold up bed so I could stay that night. We didn’t get much sleep that night, just talking, holding and looking at our new baby.

So sad

Thinking of you Micki as you bid farewell to your dear darling doggy.

Doglovers please go over and give her some love.

Birth Plan vs Reality

A comparison between my birth plan and what really happened.

Our Son’s Birth Plan

K77 and N73 (unit record #)

My Relevant Medical History:

Right unicornuate uterus

One ovary

One tube

Single right kidney

Single right ureter

Severe Endometriosis

One extra vertebrae

Needle phobia (I use Emla cream one hour prior)

**The following plan contains our cultural and spiritual requirements** (a bullshitty way to phrase it which means they have to take notice, can’t be seen to be disrespecting cultural/spiritual stuff)

Prior To Birth

• My partner N77 is to be present at all times (the only time she was away from me was when either of us got changed into gown/scrubs)
  
• Any and all support people to be present as requested by me (they were)
  
• I expect to be treated with respect and understanding at all times (I was)
  
• Nothing is to be done to me without a thorough explanation and my informed consent (No problems, though I do ask a lot of questions anyway)
  
• If I am unconscious or unable to respond at any time informed consent must be obtained from my partner N77 (thankfully I was fully conscious)
  
• I do not want invasive physical examinations unless proven necessary by me. This include blood tests, weighing etc (nothing was done unless I okayed it)
  
• No students or any other non-essential staff to enter my birth space unless I have given prior consent (it was only the people who really had to be there, and I’d met most of them before)
  
• I refuse to be treated by Dr G (the asshole who assaulted me early on, he was nowhere to be seen but I felt I needed to have that in there anyway)
  

Birth

• Emla cream is to be applied one hour prior to any needles (I did this myself)
  
• Spinal anaesthetic to be administered by a fully qualified anaesthetist only (he was lovely)
  
• Catheter is only to be inserted AFTER I am numb (done, no worries)
  

• Do not cut through my tattoo during surgery (they missed it by an inch, if that)
  

• One arm must be left free so that I am able to hold my baby (both arms were free)
  

• When our baby is born he is to be placed directly onto my chest or into my arms (if for some reason I am unable to hold our child he should be placed in N77’s arms only). Our baby is to be handed immediately to me before any other person eg paediatrician (it didn’t happen that way but I didn’t and don’t mind at all)
  

• I need to have skin to skin contact with my baby immediately after his birth – there will be no wiping, cleaning or washing of our baby at any time following his birth unless I have given my consent (he was covered in vernix when I kissed him, we didn’t bathe him until he was 4 days old)
  
• All newborn procedures can be carried out while I hold our baby including APGAR, administration of oxygen or suctioning (didn’t happen that way my choice and necessity)
• The ONLY exception to the above 3 rules is if our baby is in serious distress and needs URGENT medical attention such as resuscitation. Oxygen and suction can be applied if needed while the baby is in my arms (I wasn’t up to holding him and he was only a couple of metres away with DP)
  
• Our baby’s umbilical cord and placenta is to stay attached AT ALL TIMES –this is to be a ‘lotus birth’ where the placenta is left attached until our baby decides to shed it (this was completely respected)
  
• A double layer closure is required (will have to get my records to check this)
  
• There will be no unnecessary speaking; this is our son’s birth, not an everyday work event (I think I talked more than anyone!)
• I want absolute minimum interference during our initial bonding period (the staff were helpful and hands-off)
  
• If I am unable to hold my baby he will be carried in kangaroo care style by N77/ support people only. There will be no use of plastic boxes with wheels (we had no plastic box until I asked for one a couple of days later, was handy to store stuff in)
• Photos & video to be taken at my request (video was not allowed in theatre but DP was sneaky and switched our digital camera over to video for a little while. we got plenty of photos)
  

In the unlikely event of a General Anaesthetic:

· A general anaesthetic is an absolute last resort and I must consent in full prior to administration

· N77 is to remain present at all times

· Our baby is to be handed to N77 and remain with her at all times

· Our baby is to remain near or on me wherever humanly possible

· All my wishes regarding the manner in which the surgery proceeds are still be to followed

(I didn’t need a general luckily)

Following Birth

• Our baby is to remain with me at all times, including in recovery (OUR BABY IS NOT TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME UNLESS A TRUE MEDICAL EMERGENCY ARISES) (he was always with me from the time he was born to when we left the hospital except for 30 mins with DP when I went for the xray)
  
• Our baby is to receive skin to skin contact at all times (he certainly did and I think it enhanced bonding)
  
• I want gentle and respectful assistance with breastfeeding ASAP(got it in recovery)
• Our baby is to be exclusively breastfed – NO formula offered at any time (formula was never even mentioned)
  
• A dummy is NOT to be offered at any time (never even mentioned)
  
• I DO NOT consent to a vitamin K injection (changed my mind and got it later)
  
• I DO NOT consent to the Hep B injection (only had one midwife pester me about this and she backed off right away, same with cosleeping)
  

• I DO NOT consent to baby’s blood sugar being tested without my express consent (wasn’t an issue)
  

· Nothing is to be done to my baby without a full explanation and my permission (had a couple of midwives try to take him for tests without me but I called them on it)

· Weighing and measuring of my baby is ONLY to be done when I say my baby is ready (it was done only upon my request)

• Any and all support people to be present as requested by me (I had who I wanted when I wanted)
  

· Any appropriate post natal special care will be discussed if the need arises but with the principles of lotus birth and parental skin to skin contact maintained as a priority at all times (N/A)

· Rooming in will be immediate and continuous unless there is a genuine problem with our baby’s health and informed, written consent is obtained from myself for any treatment of our baby. At all other times he is to be left with me, my partner, or a designated support person (no problems)

In the unlikely event that our baby needs special care:

• Any procedures must be explained in full and informed, written consent must be obtained before any intervention is performed
• Parent(s) (or support person of my choice) will remain with our baby at all times – absolutely no exceptions
• Our baby will be fed breastmilk only. Strictly NO formula feeding
• Only if absolutely necessary our baby will receive expressed breastmilk given via syringe. Breastfeeding is to be our first choice wherever possible
• Even if our baby is premature, there will be no mandatory period in the nursery. Any length of time spent in a special care nursery will be based solely on need, not as a precaution
• Kangaroo care and as much skin to skin contact with parents (or support person of my choice) as humanly possible if our baby is unwell
• No procedure should be proposed unless it is necessary to save our baby from a demonstrable risk of death or severe injury/disability.

(we were very lucky not to need any special care)

We trust that you will understand and support our wishes as we have made these choices about my / our care based on much research and deliberation.

We ask that our birth plan be followed at all times. Under no circumstances are our wishes to be disrespected or unsupported. Thank you for your cooperation.

We ask that this plan to be added to my medical file and my baby’s medical file so that all staff can refer to it at any time.

Teeny Tiny Guy’s Birth Story

My c-section was scheduled for Friday 1^st August 2008 as the baby had been breech in my UU since about 20 weeks. I was 39 weeks on that day, and in the preceding days felt sure that I was going to go into labour at any moment. I was amazed to have made it so far, having dodged the very real threats of incompetent cervix, preterm labour and IUGR.

My mother-in-law stayed at our house on Thursday night so she’d be there to watch TBB in the morning. I went to bed but woke at 1am with a terrible cough that prevented me sleeping so I gave up and got up. I watched crappy television until it was time to start getting ready. I’d already packed my bags so there wasn’t much to do but shower, dress, and kiss TBB goodbye.

We stopped at McDonald’s to get breakfast and coffee for DP, and I put Emla cream on in the car park.

We were to arrive at the hospital, now a very familiar place after weeks of appointments and extra ultrasounds, at 7:30am. I was second on the list, aiming for a 9am c-section. We checked into Women’s Assessment, where my friend K was waiting to offer support, then we were called back to a small room. My friend G then arrived armed with a cooler pack of frozen breastmilk just in case.

I changed into a gown with absolutely nothing underneath and a robe over the top. My midwife took blood and checked my blood pressure and pulse, and a tech came and did a quick ultrasound to check that he was still breech. The anaesthetist came to say hello and to tell me where on my back to put my Emla cream.

It was then time to wait. And chat. And for me to cry intermittently.

After what seemed like an eternity DP and I were led away to what I want to call a holding cell. I kept crying and repeating “I don’t want to do this” and “I’m scared”.

The two lovely doctors who were going to deliver my baby came to say hello and introduce themselves. I was extremely fortunate to get the much sought after Big Guy, and I’d heard a lot about him but had never met him.

A nurse put an IV in my hand and started a drip and stuck heart monitoring stickers on me, then DP got changed into scrubs and there was more waiting, crying and “I don’t want to”ing.

After what seemed like both an eternity and no time at all, we were led to the operating theatre. Apparently they usually take women there in a wheelchair, but I had requested earlier to walk. Much much much more crying and “I don’t want to do this” from me.

In the theatre I tried my best not to look at anything. I sat on the table with my feet on a stool and my back exposed. I was shaking and crying and feeling sick. My back was washed and the local anaesthetic done, which I didn’t feel due to the Emla.

It was then time for the spinal and I was terrified. I tried to control my crying, and got it down to silent tears and “I don’t like this” and tried to hold as still as possible. It didn’t really hurt but it was the most revolting feeling I’ve ever experienced. A bit like seriously intense, beyond belief, pressure on the left side of my back. It seemed to go on forever, then I started feeling some pins and needles type sensations.

They had me lie down and put a drape up across my chest. They then announced that they were going to put a catheter in. I got really scared. I didn’t think I was at all numb and did NOT want to feel that happening. It felt as though they were moving my legs around but that was all.

I think it was at that point that I started to tell anyone who would listen that I wanted the baby to go straight to DP as I was shaking and feeling sick and knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold him safely.

The anaesthetist asked if I wanted some Fentanyl and I readily agreed. He also ended up giving me four different anti-nausea drugs. I still felt sick and was shaking but the drugs helped. Somebody put ice on various areas of my stomach. I was scared because I was sure I could still feel it every time.

Nobody told me when they were going to start which for me was a good idea as I probably would have freaked out. It felt as though someone had placed a hand on either side of my stomach and was jiggling it. It seemed to last a while and then all of a sudden there was a baby being held up in the air. He didn’t cry at all, just quietly and calmly looked around. DP started worrying because he wasn’t crying, but I told her he was fine, I just knew that he was. It was an awesome moment. We found out later that he was born at 10:03am (DP’s birthday is 10^th March).

He did end up needing some breathing help, so DP went over to the table with him while they suctioned him and made sure he was ok. Moments later she was back next to my head with him (and his placenta, attached, wrapped in cloths). I gave him a kiss but I don’t think it occurred to me that I could have touched him with my hands.

One of the lovely nursing staff took some photos. DP suggested that he was indeed C@llum Ri1ey, a name we’d liked for years, and I agreed. It reminded me so much of the moment we named our first son only with the roles reversed.

Putting me back together seemed to take forever. I kept asking if they were nearly done. Eventually they were and at some point I was somehow moved from the operating table to a bed and taken to recovery. DP walked alongside me with both of us holding the baby. DP held him while the recovery nurses checked me out then he was placed naked on my bare chest so we could try breastfeeding. I remember saying “I can’t believe people CHOOSE this!” and “I don’t like this” over and over, and I had the shakes. I had a look at his tongue tie, which the paediatrician had noticed in the theatre.

The recovery nurses periodically asked me to move my legs and at first I couldn’t. I was trying, willing them to move but they just wouldn’t. Eventually they did and I was able to be wheeled, holding the baby, up to the postnatal ward. I was annoyed to find I was in a shared room but it turned out to be temporary while they waited for a single room to be ready.

TBB and my mother in law came in to meet the baby and my friends did too at some point. I started drinking water and took some probiotic powder to counteract any ill effects of the antibiotics I was given during surgery. We gave some baby probiotic powder to TTG in an attempt to normalise his gut since he wasn’t exposed to the bacteria he would have ingested if he’d been born vaginally. I had something to eat, I remember jelly and a cheese sandwich.

DP was freaked out by the idea of not doing the vitamin K injection and I relented, which I now regret. It was given while TTG was breastfeeding in order to comfort him.

The lovely paediatrician came to see how we were doing. I asked for TTG to be weighed as I was curious and he fetched some scales, despite a horrible midwife (“we’re not nurses we’re midwives”) claiming it was impossible. 3.7kg and 51cm long with a 39cm head!

DP took TBB home. We’d decided she would sleep at home with him as he was quite upset about being away from me. K washed TTG’s placenta and transferred it to the colander and bowl I’d brought along. Salt and lavender oil was applied.

I was finally moved to my proper room. The midwives wanted to change my gown, bedding and the padding beneath me. They made me roll and move and it wasn’t fun! I told them not to bother with another gown as I didn’t see the point. I started taking paracetamol and codeine and a dose of Voltaren.

I spent the entire night with TTG on my chest; staring at him, breastfeeding and sleeping a little. K stayed to observe us and ensure our safety since I had drugs in my system. I was surprisingly awake considering I’d been up since 1am. And I was hungry! K found little packets of crackers in the patient kitchen, and so began my late night cracker fetish.

I still had the horrible cough, and it was not fun coughing so much right after abdominal surgery. I realised that I hadn’t had a “quilt photo” taken of TTG, but it was ok as he was still less than 24 hours old. More salt and lavender was applied to his placenta, which was drying out very quickly, and it was transferred to the bag I’d made. His cord, which was short to begin with, was shrinking rapidly and becoming unmanageable. It was almost all dried and brittle, and I began thinking about cutting it (not what I’d originally planned).

At 5am it was time for my catheter to be removed, my drip disconnected and to get up. I was scared about the catheter as I remember the look on DP’s face when hers was removed. It wasn’t as bad as I expected but it felt revolting.

Everyone says that the first time you get up is truly awful and they are not wrong. My friend K helped me get up and get to the shower. Just moving my legs seemed impossible, but eventually I shuffled to the edge of the bed in a sitting position. I really didn’t think I was going to be able to get up! With lots of support I stood up as best I could, and shuffled to the shower chair. It felt as though all my organs were going to fall out my vagina. That shower was the best thing I think I’ve ever felt. Mind you, the bathroom looked like a murder scene afterwards.

Back to bed, with my almost naked baby I went, and waited for breakfast to come. I was on “light diet” for the first couple of days, but the food was still pretty good. DP and TBB came to visit later in the morning.

Some time in the afternoon I decided to have DP cut the cord. I was really glad to have been able to provide TTG with the gentleness of at least the first part of a lotus birth. I felt he was close to separating from his placenta, and he understood that the length of the cord was making things a bit tricky. DP took the placenta home and it’s in our freezer awaiting burial on his first birthday.

I had been told that an assessment of his tongue tie would need to be carried out by two lactation consultants, and a score given before it could be released by a paediatrician. The LCs were not in until Monday, so it was done then and the score indicated releasing was necessary. However, the paediatrician wanted to leave it and wait.

We opted to do the newborn screening tests. It seems the midwives expect to just come and take the babies to the nursery, do the test then bring them back. Not my baby! I took him to the nursery and insisted the blood be taken from his heel while he was in an upright position (so gravity could aid the blood flow) and while he was breastfeeding so as to make it less traumatic for him.

By this time I had a crack in my right nipple and knew the tongue tie was causing issues. The poor little guy couldn’t stick his tongue out at all. Concern was also raised about his hips.

When I woke up on Tuesday morning my milk had come in. Oh my goodness, I’ve never experienced anything like it. Breasts like rocks, unable to fit in my enormous bra. And I was ready to go home. TTG had a jaundice test done as he was looking a bit yellow, and the paediatrician said the results came back at levels that usually called for treatment. I informed him that I was not concerned, especially since my milk had come in, and he agreed to just re-test the following day. I’d also had to say goodbye to my favourite nightshift midwife, and we both cried. She was wonderful. Her first shift with me she came and introduced herself, and said she’d leave me alone but to just ask if I needed anything. She was a great help with breastfeeding during the nights.

It took ages for the doctor to come to do my discharge paperwork and when she did she dropped a bomb. “I don’t like the sound of that cough and your chest is rattling so I want to do a chest xray in case you have pneumonia.” I understand she was being cautious but I felt fine other than the cough, and my temperature was fine as well. It was the same virus that TBB had just had, brought home from kindy. She started me on antibiotics, which I chose not to take as I knew I didn’t have anything wrong with me other than the cough and I did not want to run the risk of thrush, especially since breastfeeding was already challenging with TTG’s tongue tie (eventually released at 10 days old).

DP had come in the afternoon hoping to take us home but I was waiting to go to radiology. She went home and came back later in the evening, but I was still waiting. Finally they were ready for me. I expressed some breastmilk so it could be fed to TTG via syringe if he got hungry while I was gone. My friend M was also there and I knew she was also an option to feed TTG, as she was breastfeeding her son who is two months older.

Lo and behold, no pneumonia, but I had to wait for the official report to be read by the doctor. We gave up waiting and DP went home to TBB while I resigned myself to another night in hospital. Later that night DP rang with a distraught TBB in the background. He had an earache and wanted nothing but me. I was sobbing my heart out because I couldn’t be there for him. The baby blues exacerbated my reaction, which would have been pretty strong anyway. My friend M brought over some paracetamol (ours was out of date, we use it so rarely) and TBB calmed down when he saw her and took some medicine.

On Wednesday morning I began my campaign to get out of there. I harassed anyone and everyone. DP came after dropping TBB at kindy, and we gave TTG his first bath and dressed him for the first time. The outfit we’d bought was a little too small, he was one long and skinny guy!

It was almost 3pm by the time I was discharged, so we drove straight to kindy to pick up TBB. He was so excited to see me, and wanted to show everyone his baby. It was adorable and I cried.

It’s surreal to think that I was ever pregnant after waiting so long, and that the little frozen embryo became this sweet little boy.

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