Everyone has insecurities, mine have been my ears for as long as I can remember. I got bullied badly in school because of it, the stick out. Not massively but they are noticeable and it’s always bothered me.
My mum asked 5 year old me if I’d like them pinned back, and I was adamant no one was touching my ears and I loved them! Oh how I’ve lived to regret being so bloody stubborn. So last week I took the plunge after researching plastic surgeons for what’s been years. I made a decision on who I’d like a consultation with and made the call.
His secretary was lovely and has given me a date of the 18th June, after I’d booked in I instantly felt excited! I know I’m 100% ready to get rid of one of my biggest insecurities. I can’t wait for our consultation and I’ve read nothing but rave reviews. Ear pinning is a straight forward procedure & recovery is super quick which works for me having Charlie.
I’ll be sure to update this blog or start another one after the consultation & surgery. I’m so so excited! It took me a long time to make the decision, and it’s not something I’ve jumped into. Apart from my C Section this will be my first surgery.
I say 5 month old Charlie is nearly 6 months now but I thought I’d share a typical day for us at the moment but it varies depending on what we do so it’s a very rough guide!
6:00-7:00am – Charlie wakes up and calls us from his room! He literally wakes up chatting so loud! I either bring him into bed for a cuddle for half hour (depends how tired I am) or we go downstairs.
7:30am – I let Charlie have a kick about on his mat whilst I grab a quick cuppa & make him an 8 ounce bottle. He will normally have his bottle watch his cartoons, and he will start to get tired.
8:00-8:30am – Charlie will go for a nap I let him sleep on the sofa, Matt gets up around 8:30 so will come downstairs. I’ll go up to get changed, do my hair, make sure Charlie’s bag is packed for the day & pick out his clothes.
I go to the gym on a Monday,Wednesday & Friday for 10am so on those days I’ll wake Charlie up if he’s napping at 9:15am although sometimes he doesn’t nap till he gets in the car. If he hasn’t slept I’ll also give him some baby porridge before we leave. Matt leaves around 9:30am for work.
10:00-10:45 – On a gym day Charlie goes in the gym Creche and I go for a workout.
11:00am – If we’ve been out Charlie will usually go down for a nap this can be anything from 30 min – 2 hours. If I don’t go home straight away then he usually falls asleep in the car, and I’ll try not to wake him when I get him in & out.
Lunch time (12-1pm) – Charlie will have another bottle (7 ounces) he will also have either fruit purée or veg purée. He will then be awake for around 2 hours. So if we will either go out and do something like food shopping (he loves Tesco 😂) or go see family. If we’re home we do tummy time and play.
3:00pm-4:00pm – Charlie is normally ready for another sleep anytime around now. He will go down on the sofa watching his baby TV. I used to put him up in the cot but I don’t mind having him down with me. He will sleeping anything from 30 min – 2 hours. I’ll clean the house,potter around, or catch up on the TV.
5:00pm – Matt gets home from work, and goes straight up for a shower. I’ll make us tea, and I wake Charlie up around 5:30pm if he hasn’t already woken up. Matt will change & play with him, I’ll go up for a shower/bath and let them have time together.
5:45pm – Charlie has a bath, and will start to wind down for bed. He will have either fruit purée or veg purée. Matt will cuddle him on the sofa and give him a 7 ounce bottle.
6:15pm-7:00pm – Charlie is normally asleep by now, Matt will take him upstairs to his cot and I’ll start dinner.
Charlie doesn’t wake up for a feed anymore so he will sleep through the night woohoo! He sometimes wakes up crying in his sleep but I just pop in and give him his dummy and he goes straight back off.
So I know it’s a bit waffly but we don’t really follow a strict routine with him and that works for us!
Charlie started teething at 3 months! Let me tell you, teething is not bloody fun! We are at the worst stage at the moment, he’s nearly 6 months and his first tooth has started coming through very slowly. It feels sharper every day but it’s making my baby miserable!
When Charlie first started teething we noticed he was ramming his fists in his mouth constantly, and I mean 24 hours a day those fists were in his mouth. Not just the one he’d try get both of them in there! It didn’t seem to be bothering him a great deal though, he just couldn’t keep them away!
He started to dribble really badly, he goes through at least 2 bibs a day where they are soaking. Even more so at the moment. His cheeks are constantly flushed, he is warm to touch but hasn’t got a temperature & he has diarrhoea! JOYS!
He isn’t sleeping great at the moment he’s crying in his sleep, last night I went in 7 times to try and settle him. Teething is exhausting for us both! He’s off his food so he’s not feeding as well as he normally does, and I feel awful because I feel like I’m pushing his bottles on him but he’s not interested. I find it hard to see him upset, he doesn’t just sob, he breaks his heart crying. He’s inconsolable sometimes and it kills me!
The worst thing in the world is seeing your baby in pain & upset, specially when there’s not much you can do. We are keeping him dosed up on Calpol, he has teething gel and we’re offering him teething rings. He’s gotten so bad with chewing his hands that it’s a struggle to even change him lately. When the two of us are here one holds his hands the other does the changing! So things take longer than usual when I’m on my own.
I’m definitely changing him more frequently, again these are all common symptoms of teething, I’m not sure how long this lasts at a time I’m guessing it’s until the tooth fully comes through. He also has a little cough & cold which isn’t making things any better. All in all he’s feeling rough! He’s more clingy to me
In the day which is fine because I love our cuddles but it restricts me to what I can & cant do. He’s happy to be curled up on the sofa and so am I, I know if he’s having an off day as soon as he wakes up, so that determines our day plans.
The last thing I want to do is take him off galavanting when he’s not well, we did make it to my local gym today. They have a creche there for Charlie and I go have a quick workout. But its a PJ day for the rest of the day for us! I hope this tooth comes through soon so he feels a bit better!
I’ve thought long and hard about writing this blog. I changed my mind a few times whether I should talk about my father, but I feel if I can help one person then it’s definitely worth laying everything bare. Specially as it’s mental health awareness week.
It’s never been easy, since I was a little girl I always knew something wasn’t quite right, he wasn’t what we as a society would class as “normal”. I’m going to cut to the chase and tell you all right now – I was terrified of my father, always have been right up until the day he passed away.
I never understood my father growing up, I guess I still don’t to this day. He had manic depression, bipolar, and me & my mum are convinced he had split personalities, the more we talk about our memories and the way he was. The memories I have as a child are the ones which were really traumatic – it’s true they do stay with you, I could tell you every detail on his face when he was in one of his rages like he was standing in front of me right now. Shit, it makes my heart jump a little when I think about those times when he really put the fear of god in me. Funny how he can still scare me and he’s not even here. I often question how my mum is still alive, you know I could tell you stories which you just wouldn’t believe, but I feel like some things should stay locked away as a memory where they belong. After all, I wouldn’t want to give any of you nightmares.
He was always having a go at one of us (me or my brother), nothing we did was ever good enough. We walked round on eggs shells constantly just encase we said something wrong, if we did that would be it, you would see his face change, this look. And you’d know oh my god he was guna blow, and it was time to get away – fast. Don’t get me wrong he wasn’t like it all of the time, Jesus if you met him you’d think I was talking complete and utter bollocks! This is sadly how he fell through the gaps with the mental health system, he could simply talk his way out of it and convince them there wasn’t anything wrong with him. And boy was he good at doing that.
He was a manager, a well respected manager high up in the civil service. He actually could have gone even higher up had he not threatened to kill his brother (who happened to work at the same place). As I got older he got worse, this darkness which had been living inside of him was starting to take over with every year which passed. Me & my mum often spoke about it and she would tell me how she could see it getting bigger & darker over the years, and she was convinced had he not left when he did the he would have killed her.
He left us, I remember that day. He’d left a few times before then decided after a few weeks he wanted to come back. There was nothing my mum could do he had control over everything, she was powerless & she just wanted to keep us safe. But this one day he packed his bag and he went, the front door closed, me, mum & my brother sat on the sofa and all breathed a massive sigh of relief. Then we watched a film. There was no big argument or us crying asking him not to leave, it was calm and what we’d been waiting for. That was the first time I’d felt at peace & safe, was the moment that door closed and I knew this time. He wasn’t coming home.
I’ll never understand how my mum stayed so long, I’m still sure there are things she’s chosen not to tell me. I know a lot, we’ve sat down countless times and spoke in detail about him and their relationship. When mum & dad met he wasn’t the man he turned into. He was extremely good looking, he was a bodybuilder so in fantastic shape and completely and utterly charming. My mum fell for him straight away, she couldn’t get over how he wanted to date her when he had all the girls falling at his feet. (But she was lush!) she’d said at the start things were good, then she’d notice little things, he’d get more controlling and have these weird mood swings. Back then mental health wasn’t spoken about like it is now, so she didn’t really understand that he has issues rooting inside of him just starting to grow as their relationship did.
He was told he had to be on antidepressants for the rest of his life, my mum would tell me how he wouldn’t take them just to get to her because he would be in the most foul moods. He would stay in bed all day, but she would never question him because it just wasn’t worth it. If he was ever looking after us he’d often tell my mum we’d been naughty, she knew we hadn’t, we were good kids – angels in fact. (Her words) so she knew he was just in one of his moods again. I remember once, he was going off on one. Me & my brother we’re under the dining room table upset because he was shouting,swearing in the kitchen. He lent down looked us both in the eyes, spitting he was so angry. “I’ll give you both something to fucking cry about” he sneered – that memory stays with me – always.
As we got older he would manipulate us, he was emotionally abusing us every time we saw him. He would slag my mother off the whole time we were with him, and get into our heads dripping his poison into our ears. My mum had met her partner my step dad, once my dad found out he would constantly be on our backs asking questions. I can’t really remember but my mum has told me, that we would come home and she’d know he’d been in our ears because we’d have stinking attitudes and be really rude to my stepdad. It makes me sad to think how awful I was to him, because I have the most wonderful relationship with my stepdad & I love him very much.
Over the years as we got older we started to make our own decisions, and it was clear that we didn’t want to see him anymore. We understood more what he was doing and the way he’d act. We would go through this cycle of seeing him for a few weeks, then he’d kick off over something so then we wouldn’t see him, then he’d apologise and say he missed us so we’d go back again. That happened countless times over the years. When I was 18 I went off the rails, me & mum we’re constantly at logger heads, I was lazy, I couldn’t be bothered with anything and just generally not a nice person to be around. My mum threw me out, I ended up going to live with my dad. I was a dad’s girl when he was in a good mood, and believe it or not there were spells where he was a lovely father, but sadly the bad outweighed the good. And it was rare he was “nice” dad as we’d say.
Staying with dad was short lived – I was listening to my iPod in bed one night, the next thing I know he came storming in ripped the earphone out of my ears, pulled me out of bed by my hair and punched me in the face. I was in complete shock. I’d had a slap now and again growing up, but never to this extent. He had a clump of my hair in his fist, and he just stared at me absolutely furious. I scurried along the floor grabbed my phone and legged it out of his flat early hours of the morning. I rang my friend and walked to her house & I stayed with her for a bit and eventually went back home.
We went a good year maybe longer of not seeing or speaking to him in my twenties, it was always on and off. He would text me the most vile messages, and ring me screaming abuse down the phone. He knew it was the only way to get to my mum, by upsetting us. But I was stronger, I was a grown woman he couldn’t do this to me anymore. So I fought back, I threatened to report him to the police for harassment to get him to back off. He probably had a police record as long as my arm, I know previous girlfriends had often called them as he’d harass them after the relationships ended. We’d spoken to police officers over the years for different things and every single one of them that met him understood how dangerous he could potentially be. He was living with my Nan (his mum) for the last good couple of years of his life. He looked after her, for that I will always commend him.
I’ll be honest he was a complete nightmare most of my life, yes he had his good spells and I’ll never take that away from him. He & mum took us to Florida Disney land 4 times, and I have the most incredible memories so for that I’ll always be thankful for. We did try and help him, I did countless times but my words fell on deaf ears. When he got suspended from his job I spent hours building a case for him to fight for his job and he threw it back in my face. He took early redundancy in the end, rather than getting the sack. I contacted the mental health charity’s and spoke to GP’s about getting him help, but as a new day came so did a new attitude and he was convinced nothing was wrong with him and it was the world against him.
Looking back I honestly do believe he was beyond help, he was so far gone. And he had so many demons in his head. He nearly had his happily ever after with his ex girlfriend, he’d proposed & they were engaged. Then it ended, I still don’t know why – when I contacted her to tell her of his passing she didn’t care. So I do often wonder what he did.
After my Nan passed away he really deteriorated, he turned to alcohol which only made things 10x worse. He was more aggressive and nasty, he would slag off Matt to upset me. But Matt will tell you, whenever he saw my dad he was nothing but the nicest man you’d ever met. But he saw what he put me through and the way he was with me & my brother. Before we moved into our house we’d fallen out again, he had text me randomly to say he didn’t want to be in contact with me anymore. (He did this a lot) if I’d didn’t text him back straight away I’d have 10 messages of him kicking off and missed calls. I was so over it, and used to it I just text back “ok no problem”. I had a few nasty messages which was standard, but I just ignored them. I couldn’t be bothered with it.
A week before he died he’d emailed me to say he missed me & my brother and that he had seen the doctor and they had told him he had liver failure. I remember I was in work when I read it, and I burst into tears. Strange seen as we hadn’t seen or spoken to him but I suddenly felt extremely sad for him, and scared for his health. I rang my mum and she was convinced he was probably lying to get my attention- he did it a lot. I thought about replying for a long time, but decided if I didn’t and something happened to him that I’d never forgive myself. So I did, I asked him what his treatment plan would be. He told me they were doing more tests but he felt seriously unwell and wished he would be admitted to hospital. He asked me to come visit him. I asked for him to keep me updated, but after a lot of deliberation chose not to visit him.
That was the last time we spoke. He was taken into hospital on the Saturday morning, then died on the Monday afternoon. We didn’t even know he’d gone into hospital. When I had the news on Monday I instantly felt this overwhelming guilt. Why didn’t I go and see him when he asked me too? I beat myself up over it for a long time, I still do sometimes. But then what would I have said? Nothing would have changed. We would have gone round in the same circle of him wanting to see me, then not wanting to see me ever again – well I guess this time he got what he wanted.
I guess now I feel like he’s at peace, with himself, the demons have finally gone and we can all move on with our lives. It was the biggest shock of my life, and I never thought I’d be burying my dad at the age of 26. When we spoke to the doctors they told us that he had contracted sepsis, he had an ulcer in his stomach which had burst & and perforated bowl. All caused by the alcohol.
Mental health is not something which should be taken lightly, don’t get me wrong there are things have that happened that I’ll never forgive him for. But he was also a very ill man, and a part of me does feel for him. Out of all the bad, I have learnt so much about mental health and how to deal with people with a mental illness. I had some counselling and it was funny because she said to me she’d never met anyone who has such a huge knowledge on mental health and coping mechanisms.
If I can help one person or give someone any advice from my experience then something good has come out of it. The one thing I can say is, it’s okay not to be ok. To talk to someone, anyone. There is so much more support out there now then there ever has been and that’s amazing.
I hope this wasn’t to heavy, but like I’ve always said I’d rather be as raw & honest as I can when writing.
The night I had Charlie I
remember my phone buzzing and a picture message from my mum of her, my stepdad
my brother & his girlfriend with a class of champagne, It’s one of my favourite
photos to this day I just sat in bed looked over at Charlie and smiled, I text
her back to say I loved it and to have a glass for me!
I stayed in hospital for
the next 5 days, it was only on day 3 that I started to question the things
going on around me. I was having my blood pressure taken every 4 hours
religiously & I was on a drip, and Charlie was being wheeled off in the
middle of the night for around an hour. I had wondered why until now, when one
night at 1am one of the midwives came to take Charlie again. “Where are you
taking him?” I asked. “To get his antibiotics” she replied. Then everything
stopped, “What? why is he on antibiotics I asked?” I pulled myself up in bed, I
suddenly felt very panic stricken and very protective. “We think he has an
infection; well we think you both do” she replied placing a hand on my
shoulder. “I don’t understand” I started to cry. “Let me go and get the baby
doctor to see you, he’s okay” she said. As she wheeled him off, I sat there in
the darkness and sobbed, how could I have not realised that there was something
wrong? I defiantly hadn’t been feeling well the last 3 days, but I thought it
was just because the ward was warm, turns out it was because of this infection.
I picked up my phone and text Matt, he called me straight away and I cried down
the phone – I was panicking big time!
The baby doctor poked her
head round the curtain in the darkness and came and sat on the edge of my bed,
she explained that whilst in theatre both our temperatures had spiked, and I
had told the nurse I wasn’t feeling well. She told me that Charlie had what
they called “sticky blood” to they were keeping a close eye on him. They also
thought that I may have passed the infection onto him, so we were both on an IV
drip, and that’s why he was being taken away every 4 hours to have his
antibiotics. I was so overwhelmed, I cried hysterically couldn’t breathe. The
doctor calmed me down and assured me we were both going to be fine, but they
needed to keep us in until we were well enough to go home. I rang Matt and told
him what the doctor had told me, and we felt better, but he & my mum both
felt awful for not realising there was a problem. But to be fair, none of us
did. Apparently, I was told all of this in theatre about the infections, but I
can’t remember I must have been out of it.
Recovery was painful,
some days I felt ok if I had been topped up on tramadol, but if I’d forgotten
to take it then it felt like I’d been hit by a bus. I could hardly walk! The
midwives were amazing, I found It hard to breastfeed Charlie, I didn’t know
what I was doing, and I felt like a complete failure. One of the midwives told me
I needed to hand express, I sat there and thought how the f* am I supposed to
do that?! It was all completely alien to me. I asked her to explain and she did,
but I still didn’t quite understand – in the end I was getting so flustered and
confused she milked me like a bloody cow. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in
my life! I was getting next to nothing from hand expressing maybe 0.5ml it
looked ridiculous to me. Every time I would feed Charlie it was a huge struggle;
I didn’t know how to get him in the right position and how to be comfortable
myself. My boobs were so swollen when my milk did eventually come in after a
few days, my mum had told me how painful it was, but I never really understood until
it happened, it was agony.
After the first day or so my
nipples were red raw and so painful so I had to stop breastfeeding I honestly couldn’t
bare it, I think it was because I couldn’t get Charlie to latch on properly every
time. I was bottle feeding Charlie for the next 2 days until it was bearable to
try again. The midwife showed me how to feed him with a cup so he wouldn’t get
confused with the nipple & the teat of a bottle. Matt was coming in every day;
he didn’t stay with me in hospital there was no point. My mum came in most
days, and on the second day my stepdad & brother came in. My brother came
over and hugged me and burst into tears, I couldn’t remember seeing him so emotional,
and it instantly set me off. I sat in
bed and watched them all beaming from ear to ear it was the best feeling ever. Matt
brought his mum into see him the day after and she brought me loads of cards
from his family which was lovely. God he was so tiny, I look at him now 5 &
½ months and wonder where my baby has gone! It really does go so quickly.
My mum was bringing in things every
day, I honestly thought I’d packed everything and more, but I was so wrong! I
remember she brought me two more nighties in, I was passing her washing. Knickers
galore, I thought id packed a 100 but I was still texting her asking her to
bring in more of my Bridget jones’s. By the way they are hands down the most
comfortable knickers on the planet!! I still wear them now ha-ha mostly because
they tuck my kangaroo pouch in which I’ll talk about more. Matt brought my
laptop in which was a life saver because I could watch Netflix when I was on my
own, I had loads of magazines too. It could get quite lonely in the evening
after everyone had gone.
I don’t think it was until day 4 when
I had my first shower, this was complete and utter bliss. I had practically
been bed bound; I did have a few sponge baths mind! Trust me your dignity goes
out the window completely after having a baby, I hate to think of how many
people have seen my “nunny” (vaj,vajayjay,flower) whatever you want to call it.
I remember the day I got told we were going home it was funny because I was so
used to being in hospital, I’d forgot that id eventually have to go home! A few
different midwives came and spoke to me about the usual things, breastfeeding,
safe sleeping, the general do’s and don’ts. Charlie had a hearing test which
was all fine. Then I had a run through of all my medication I had to take home,
I had to inject myself with antibiotics for another week, so was shown what to
do and had to show I was able to do it. Then finally I was told everything had been
signed off and we were both well enough to go home! I called Matt and gave him
the good news, I think he was relieved to be having us both home.
Me & mum got all of my things
together I had accumulated loads over 5 days. Matt arrived, and they started to
go load it all in the car and I got Charlie ready to go home. I don’t think it
really sank in at that moment that we were going home. I remember we said thankyou
& goodbye to the midwives who had looked after us over the past week, Matt
had to lead me out because I didn’t have a clue where we were. We walked out
through reception and it was filled of people, loads of pregnant women, a week
before that had been me in that reception. Now I was walking out with my beautiful
baby boy. We stepped outside and it was absolutely freezing, I had a shock I couldn’t
remember feeling that cold! We struggled to get Charlie into the car seat, and
as the cold set it it caused a heated dispute between us both. I ended up
sitting in the back with Charlie whilst we googled what to do. We really should
have been more prepared! We finally worked it out and off we went, I sat in the
back and suddenly felt really scared.
Driving home I sat there thinking
oh my god what do I do, I didn’t have a button I could press and have 5 midwives
around me telling me what to do anymore. I could feel my eyes welling up, my
stomach was turning into knots. What would I do if I couldn’t get him to stop crying?
How would I know when to feed him? What if I still couldn’t breastfeed him? All
of these questions whizzed through my mind. We got home and Matt took all of my
things in and carried Charlie in his car seat. We put him on the sofa and our
two fur babies came over to have a nose, we sat and watched as they tried to
work out what this alien was! I gave them lots of cuddles Id missed them so
much, they’d been my only babies before Charlie came along, now it was all going
When I said you think you don’t know what you’re doing it’s a bit crazy because I couldn’t tell it what it was or how, but when it came down to it, I just knew what to do. Yes of course everything is a learning curve, but you do get that mothers instinct!
I’m warning everyone now this is probably the
longest blog I’ve done so far! I suggest you grab yourself an extra bar of chocolate
to make sure you get through it!
Everyone hopes they are
going to have a perfect birth; you spend your final few weeks planning, making
lists, checking & double checking you have everything as it should be. My
hospital bag was packed from around 26 weeks, I was worried Charlie would come
early. My mother had me at 28 weeks and I just got it into my head that it
would happen to me too! You know I packed, unpacked, and packed that bag over
and over again. Did I have enough, or too much? I thought of every possible
scenario, but it’s funny because after it all my mum still ended up bringing
things in which I didn’t have!
I’d written my birth plan
3 times. There was so much more to think about than I thought, pain relief,
birthing positions, cord clamping! The one thing I was absolutely certain on
though was that I didn’t want visitors straight after giving birth, I wanted
time with Matt & my baby just the three of us. I couldn’t think of anything
worse than having lots of people around me. Me & Matt had agreed that we
wouldn’t tell anyone apart from my mum that I’d gone into labour, again we
didn’t want our phones going off constantly asking for updates. After a
difficult pregnancy I wanted things to be as calm and chilled out as they could
My due date was the 29th
November 2018. I had a midwife appointment on Wednesday 28th and after a failed
stretch & sweep and no signs of baby coming, I left feeling uncomfortable
and deflated. I’d arranged to stay at my mums that night, as we were hoping
that it would have got things moving & the hospital was only a 10-minute
drive away. But nothing, not even a twinge. I’d be texting my friend Danielle
back and forth she was around 10 days overdue and we were both helping each
other through these final weeks. Friday morning came around and still nothing
I’d officially hit 1 day overdue. I don’t think you should have a “due date”
but a “due period” because I think when you set your heart on that date, and it
comes and goes it’s so disheartening. Whereas if you had a period of time as in
your “overdue” period then you’d have a much better outlook on it.
It was around 9am, I’d
just text Danielle to see if she’d had any signs & told her I’d still felt
nothing when all over a sudden I felt WOOOOSH! I jumped out of bed, and just
felt this gushing of warm water down my pyjama bottoms. I looked down at the
mattress to see a huge wet patch and it still gushed down my legs I was
soaking! I was so shocked I couldn’t work out if I was wetting myself! 😂 but no my waters had
broken! I opened the door and shouted “mummmmm I think somethings happening!”
She rushed up the stairs took one look at me and said “Yep! Definitely
happening” I must have looked so shocked because she put her arm around me and
just said, “I think we better ring the hospital love, ooh I hope you have him
today it would have been bamp’s Birthday”
Next thing my brother is stood in the doorway of his bedroom, I’m stood there with my bottoms round my ankles (still like Niagara Falls😂) “uhhh what’s going on you ok?” He asked panicking. “Yes, waters gone” I muttered. Lol I think everyone was just in shock, I remember him just putting his head in his room to his girlfriend and saying “my sisters having the baby woohoo” 😂🎉 I was still stood in the doorway half undressed in this puddle, my brain didn’t seem to function. “I think I better get in the shower” I said to my mum. “Sorry about the carpet, and the bed!” She just laughed and said don’t be silly! I got into the shower and washed myself down, my waters were still going it was like someone had turned on a tap. I noticed that it looked like I was weeing, that didn’t seem right to me as I was always told your waters would be clear. I got out, sat on the toilet and rang the midwife. She told me to ring the labour ward, they asked me to come in straight away after I explained about the colour of my waters.
I got dressed, grabbed my
phone & called Matt. “Babe, my waters have gone can you make your way
down”, I explained to him what had happened when I woke up and I could just
hear the excitement in his voice. I hadn’t noticed that I wasn’t experiencing
any pain until my mum asked me. My mum dropped me at the women’s unit around
10:30am and I went on in whilst she parked the car. The nurse asked to see the
sanitary pad I was wearing, and then it was confirmed- meconium. (The baby had
poo’d inside the womb) the nurse sat down and confirmed that I would now
transfer from midwifery lead to consultant lead and would need to be Induced –
I sat there shocked and disappointed;
I knew I wouldn’t have the birth I wanted being consultant lead. But I was also
nervous and excited my baby was on his way! And it all really started to sink
in. I had a nervous cry whilst waiting for my mum to come back, and I think she
was more shocked than me when I told her what was happening. Matt arrived soon
after, I remember he came in the room with the biggest cheesy grin on his face!
I instantly felt more relaxed when I saw him.
We were taken up to the induction ward and given a bed, we all settled down. There were a few women there, the lady to the right of me sounded like she was in agony! And the lady across from me was sat on her bed chatting with her partner. A nurse came over and introduced herself, she flicked through my notes and explained what was going to happen. First, they were going to hook me up to monitor baby and see if we would progress naturally over the next 4 hours or so. If things were slow, they would then insert a gel onto my cervix to try start contractions, failure of that would mean I’d have to go onto a hormone drip which would bring on labour. I was praying things would be happening naturally, but as the 4 hours passed not much had happened, I was having very mild contractions and dealing with them well. My mum decided to go home and come back later on for visiting 6-8pm but told us to ring her straight away if anything happened. The nurse came back and explained she would be checking my cervix and inserting the gel. This was hands down one of the most excruciating experiences I’ve ever had. I cannot even explain the pain, I nearly broke Matts hand (that’s not even an exaggeration) ask him yourself. I burst into tears just as she was done, she was sympathetic & apologised. I was in so much pain, and it really ramped up my contractions. I breathed through each one remembering what I’d learnt studying hypnobirthing, I was focused.
I managed to eat some
lunch of fish and chips to keep my energy levels up, but after a few more hours
I was examined and told I was 1cm dilated. How was this even possible – I’d
been there a good 6 hours by now. My mum arrived back and could see things had
changed significantly, they both held one hand every time a contraction came
around. I had a timer on my phone and it actually helped massively, they could
both see when I was hitting the peak of the contraction and when I was coming
back down to normal and could coach me through each one. “Nearly done Hel,
you’ve done ten worst bit” they’d say, and it really did keep me sane. I hadn’t
been examined in a while now and there weren’t many nurses around, the woman
next to me had been taken up to delivery suite after screaming the ward down in
pain and things seemed calm.
Me & Matt decided to
go for a walk to the concourse to pick up some snacks, and I nearly didn’t make
it back. I had to stop as the contractions were hitting me hard, I held onto
the side of the wall for dear life and sobbed. Matt held me and we managed to
make it back to the ward. I was struggling by now, my contractions were around
every 3-4 minutes, it was funny because in-between I was fine having
conversations and as soon as one came back, I held my eyes shut breathing
heavily to get through each one. We’d been told I’d be going up to delivery
suit at 10pm as still nothing was happening. Well 10pm came and went, it was
now midnight. Matt decided to find someone to ask what was happening. We were
told there had been emergencies come In, but we were next to go up. The nurse
examined me and told me I was still 1cm – I burst into tears. Why was nothing
happening! I’d been in labour since 11am Friday morning, 13 hours later I was
no nearer to meeting our baby. She offered me gas & air which I bit her
hand off for, up until then I’d coped on nothing but my focus & paracetamol.
As soon as I got the gas
and air, I felt so much better, I was flying high as a kite! My mum & Matt
had a good laugh because I was so out of it, I remember hearing the nurse talking
to me but had no idea what she was saying. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears,
and it sounded like the inside of a club, like a rave. Everyone found that very
funny! The gas & air helped me massively through each contraction it took
the edge off, I even managed to get 2 hours sleep. Mum had gone in a little tv
room to have a sleep on the sofa as no one had told her to leave, and Matt
slept on the chair next to me. I sat on my bouncy ball for what seemed like
hours, finally a nurse came down and told us it was our turn to go to the delivery
It was 5am Saturday
morning when we arrived on delivery suite. Mum & Matt looked like death
warmed up, so I can’t imagine what I looked like. We were told that I’d be
going on the hormone drip which would bring on labour, I was warned that the contractions
would not build up like a normal labour but would hit me like a tonne of bricks
full throttle so was offered an epidural. I accepted straight away. It’s a true
saying when people tell you that hospital tea & toast are the best! They
are! We were all offered some before I went onto the drip as I couldn’t eat or
drink when I went on. I of course gobbled mine down in 10 seconds which
resulted in me throwing it all back up! Well done Hel! I was examined again and
told that my waters hadn’t broken. HUH? How! But it was then explained to me
that my “hind” waters had broken Friday morning, but my front waters were still
intact. (Who knew there were two types of waters!?) not me! I had my
waters broken – again this wasn’t a pleasant experience but luckily this time
I had the gas & air on hand to help me through. I got
hooked up to the hormone drip and was back bouncing on my ball. Mum & Matt
had fallen asleep, so I quietly sat and bounced away, I wasn’t even aware of
the time at this point. The midwife came in and told me they would have to take
me off the drip as baby’s heartbeat kept dropping, I came off got examined and
was 2cm. After an hour they hooked me back up to the drip, but in no time, I was being taken back off again. Charlie was NOT happy on this drip!
came in to talk me through the epidural, I had to sign a few consent forms then
things began. I can’t really tell you too much about it, but I remember looking
at his assistant and holding onto him and him saying “stay really still” then
this feeling of Ice-cold liquid running down my back. I couldn’t feel a thing
after having the epidural which was great for me because I was exhausted, and I
managed to get another hour of sleep.
I spoke with the midwife
about my worries of tearing whilst giving birth and could see my mum going
white out of the corner of my eye. If you know my mum, you’ll know she’s
rubbish when it comes to blood or anything squeamish. Yeah, I know why you’re
wondering why I had her as a birthing partner 😂 next thing we know she’s getting onto all fours on the floor with her
bum in the air, I know what this means I’ve seen it many times before. It’s a
quick get down on the floor before you faint pose 🙈 is she ok?? The midwife asked as she rushed over, “yeah, she’s fine”
I said, “this is a normal thing.” My mum giggled – “yes it was the talk about
tearing which set me off I’ll be fine I just feel a bit sick Helen knows what
I’m like” she said as she plants her face on the floor. The midwife rushed off
to get her some water & sugar sweets as Matt paced back and forth between
the two of us. “I’m fine look after mum I said!” 😂. After 20 minuets she felt well enough to get up again, but it was
short lived as within no time she was slumping off the chair back down to the
floor. She kept saying how ridiculous she felt, but honesty it was the only
thing making me laugh and getting me through. She had decided she’d go to the
toilet to splash her face, I warned matt to keep an eye on her as I know there
have been times where she’s fainted. It had been about 40 min and id asked the midwife
to go find her as I had a horrible feeling something had happened, luckily mum strolled
back in and didn’t even realise that she’d been gone so long, to this day were not
sure if she did pass out In the toilets but she was ok!
At 5pm I had another
examination – and guess what I was 3cm. I was so disappointed. The consultant
came in and wanted to talk to me about my options. As it had been 32 hours by
this point since I’d come In and I hadn’t progressed something needed to
happen. I was offered a caesarean section (C-Section) or we could wait another
4 hours to see if I progressed and then we’d be looking at another 2 hours
pushing. I looked at my mum straight away with tears in my eyes. The consultant
let me have 5 minutes to talk about it with my family, as soon as the door shut,
I looked at mum & Matt and said C SECTION I want a C SECTION. I burst into
tears, I was absolutely exhausted, nothing was happening, I couldn’t go on the
drip to progress things because the baby’s heart wasn’t coping, and the thought
of waiting and then having to push for 2 hours! No way, I’d already been doing
this for 32 hours. They both told me it was completely my decision and they
supported me 100% either way but they both knew I had run out of energy.
The consultant came back
in and I told her I’d made my decision and that I wanted a C Section. Straight
away she tried to talk me out of it, how it was major surgery, that if I had a
section then I’d probably have to have another one if I wanted more children.
But I didn’t care I knew what I wanted, and this was it. She gave up and left
the room to make arrangements only for her to re-enter looking anxious 10
minutes later. “I have spoken to the senior consultant and he has said that we
are not able to offer you a c section”. That was it, I exploded, I was
hysterical balling my eyes out. What do you mean? You just offered it to me now
your saying no? “He thinks you will progress naturally and that you’re not in
real need of it” I’ll be honest I was absolutely raging. I pleaded with her and
the midwife but there was no budging, my mum stepped in and spoke with them.
“She’s exhausted, look at her she can’t wait another 4 hours then possibly
another 2 she hasn’t got the energy” she said.
But no, there was no
changing anyone’s mind. I would have to carry on and wait another 4 hours, and
if I didn’t get to 7cm the consultant said I would definitely have a C Section.
I already knew that I wouldn’t get to 7cm specially now I wasn’t the hormone
drip, so had nothing to help me progress. I dismissed the consultant and
screamed at everyone to leave me alone with my family, I was distraught. I
whaled as I threw my arms around matts neck, “I can’t do it, I can’t do it
anymore” I sobbed. Mum & Matt were both as seething as I was, how could you
offer someone that then take it away – it was almost cruel. So, we waited another 4 hours, it’s now 9pm Saturday evening – 34
hours in. And guess what!!!!
I’m 5cm dilated.
SHOCKER. So, we had wasted
4 hours for absolutely F* all. As I knew we would. But no one listened to me!
So now the situation changed to – WE NEED TO GET THIS BABY OUT ASAP! an
emergency c section Is now needed. Fan-fucking-tastic! I am literally like
the walking dead right now I’ve had next to no sleep, I think we worked out I
had 4 hours in the whole time so I think from admission to Charlie being born
it was 37.5 hours, I only had 4 hours of rest in that period. So, you can
imagine the state of me. Matt puts his scrubs on, and they do the ice cube
check to make sure that I can’t feel anything. It’s basically when they run ice
cubes down your legs and across your belly to make sure the epidural is still
working. Next thing I know my mum is giving me a hug & kiss and I’m being
wheeled down to theatre.
As we get into theatre it’s super bright and the room is filled with people. There are Christmas songs playing and I remember going “oh great bloody Christmas songs” 😂 (I’m such a Scrooge) and they asked if I wanted if turned off, but I said no because I knew Matt loved it. I suddenly feel really scared, I’m introduced to another anaesthesiologist, who does another ice cube test to make sure I’m still super numb and I feel that cold sensation again running down my back from a second top up of the epidural. There is the big sheet in front of me so I can’t see anything, and my blood pressure is being monitored. I turn to Matt and start to get really emotional; the midwife Ellie asks if I’m ok and I just remember blubbering that I was really scared. It’s still a bit of a blur, I remember everyone in the room shouting their names & their jobs. The doctor shouted to me that they were going to start, and I started to feel lots of pressure and tugging it was a very weird sensation. Then the next thing I know I’m being shown Charlie over the screen and I’m balling my eyes out. Matt kisses me on the head as we hear him crying. Ellie shows him to me as she takes him aside and Matt goes over to cut the cord. He was born to “fairytale of New York ” (matts favourite song & now mine) Saturday 1st December @ 10.09pm weighing 7lb 9 ounces.
“He’s perfect he’s perfect Hel” he says to me with tears in his eyes. We both just cried and cried, it’s was the best moment ever. I remember being handed Charlie on my chest and I couldn’t stop looking at him, but I had turned to matt within a few minutes and said, “You’ll have to have him I don’t feel very well”. Next thing I know the dr is telling me everything’s done, I remember thanking everyone in theatre and I’m being taken to recovery. They put Charlie in the crook of my arm and wheel me in. My mum runs over crying her eyes out asking if I’m ok and she doesn’t even noticed Charlie wedged next to me! 😂 “where is he?” She says and I just point next to me and she’s like “omg OMG look at him” I don’t think we’ve all every cried so much! Again, this is all a bit blurry, but I can’t even remember mum leaving, Ellie the midwife comes over to do his first nappy with Matt then wheels him away. Matt tried to sleep in the chair next to me, but I could see how uncomfortable he was, so come 4am I tell him to go home and come back tomorrow. I remember lying in bed staring at him like thinking wow your mine!
Please don’t let my story worry you if you are pregnant – I think my case was very very rare and a lot of people I know have had the most amazing births! My birth was amazing – but it wasn’t how I pictured it would be and it was gruelling. But it was amazing because I had a happy healthy baby boy at the end of it! I definitely could not have done it without Matt he was absolutely amazing! And my mum was fab when she wasn’t on the floor😂
He was perfect,
absolutely beautiful – and still is.
Now, let me start this
one off by saying this will be a very honest blog about my pregnancy. Maybe too
honest for some, but I started this whole thing wanting to be as open and
honest about my experience as I could so here it goes. You might want to read
the “finding out we were pregnant” blog first to understand a few things which
I’ll talk about – you know the drill!😉☕️🍫
The day I found out I was pregnant was the most euphoric & heart
wrenching day. I’ve never felt such a rollercoaster of emotions. I’d gone from
being the happiest girl on the planet to the saddest in 8 hours. So, my
pregnancy didn’t really get off to a great start, I felt what was supposed to
be the happiest time for us I now couldn’t celebrate. My head was a complete
mess, I will talk more about my dad, but I feel like it’s for another separate
blog which I will get around to. I had been a long term smoker right up till we
found out I was pregnant, and although It did take me a further 2 weeks to kick
the habit I’m happy to say I did and I haven’t smoked a cigarette since which
to this day is 1 year 1 month & 12 days! That was the best thing I ever
managed to do!
I was (and still am) overweight
when I fell pregnant, something which I didn’t want to be. Ideally, I would
have been at a normal weight for my height (4’11), but we were blessed that I
was able to conceive naturally so for a bit I didn’t think about it. It’s
always been something which made me feel really self-conscious, I also knew I
was going to struggle throughout the pregnancy as I got bigger – which I did. My
sickness wasn’t too bad to be honest; I think I only properly had it from week
10-13. I’ve got friends who had it really bad and throughout their whole
pregnancies, so I counted myself lucky.
Me & Matt got an
early scan done at 7 weeks which confirmed the pregnancy, then told the world
after my 12-week scan. One of the things which I wasn’t prepared for was bloating.
I bloated so badly right from the early days, anything I ate made my tummy go
huge even if it was only something little. This wasn’t good for me, especially with
my feelings towards my weight already. People would comment saying “oh your massive”
if they happened to catch me after id eaten and looked ALOT bigger. It really
hurt my feelings, I didn’t in the slightest find it uplifting. I really struggled
with the bloating, id try and wear baggy clothes to make sure I had the room
after I’d eaten without it showing too much. I remember the one day, me &
my best friend actually got into an argument. She’d kept on and on about how
big I looked, and although I’d told her it was because I was bloated she still
continued to comment on it, to the point where I snapped and asked her “how would
you feel if someone told you every day
how fat you looked”. Ah – probably not the greatest choices of words but I didn’t
mean in it the way it was taken and how it sounded, I was just trying to point
out how much it offended me.
12 weeks in and I was
completely sick of my pregnancy – but obviously I never told anyone this. I’d sit
in my car & cry wondering if we’d made the right decision. I was still grieving
for the loss of my dad, that still didn’t make sense to me. I’d had to sort out
his funeral, that’s something you don’t think you’ll be doing at the age of 27.
My mum was amazing, I was so lucky she was on hand to help. I used to look on
social media and see everyone posting photos of their bumps and at the beginning
I couldn’t think of anything worse. We got
a private gender scan at 16 weeks, and found out we were having a boy, we were
both over the moon! We didn’t mind either way, there was never any preference just
along as the baby was happy & healthy that was the main thing. We did a
gender reveal with our parents & friends and that for me was probably one
of my highlights of my pregnancy, it really brought a buzz of excitement.
As we hit week 20 that’s
when I really started to struggle, I was by this point getting big, bigger by
the day it seemed. And the comments kept rolling in, every single day like “oh
look how massive you are!” Seriously, there is a way you can say these things
without causing offence. Maybe I was just super super sensitive, but I hated when
people said that to me, especially people I didn’t know.
Another thing which I found
hard to deal with, was every bugger touching my belly…. without asking. Like just
randomly rubbing my belly! Again, this just might be me, but it totally made me
feel uncomfortable. I was absolutely fine with my friend’s & family doing
it, but anyone else it just used to make me anxious and awkward. Most people you’ll
talk to have the most amazing time whilst pregnant, I wish I could tell you I was
one of those people, but I simply wasn’t. I’ve had problems with my back for
the last 5 years, it defiantly triggered when I put on weight, then it went
away when I started to lose it. But it came back with a vengeance as my
pregnant belly grew. I was in AGONY. I’d
managed to find a really good chiropractor who I’d see once a week/2 weeks throughout
my pregnancy, she’d given me lots of exercising and stretching to do which
eased it a bit. I couldn’t sleep at night, I’ve always been a stomach sleeper,
so having to adjust to your side is difficult. I would scream in pain every night
trying to turn in bed, I’d have these excruciating pains shooting up my back
even if I moved an inch. I would have taken Charlie not sleeping over being in
pain every night any day of the week.
I didn’t have the usual baby
shower, like I said I’m really self-conscious and the thought of having all
eyes on me made me feel sick. I had pre-warned all of my friends & family
it wasn’t something I wanted to do, just encase any of them thought about
throwing me a surprise party. I knew If they had I would have had a complete
meltdown! But my mum did secretly arrange for us to go for afternoon tea with my
auntie and cousins, for a mini baby shower I did let her off even though my
anxiety went through the roof! It’s funny because there was only a few of us
and all my family but I couldn’t shake it off. Either way it was lovely but as much
as I could manage.
I put on a really brave
face throughout my pregnancy, not many people will know how difficult I found
it, until now obviously. I was finding it so hard to sit at my desk in work, my
back was really stiff and id have to get up all the time to have a walk around the
office. Even with my ‘special chair’ and desk adjustments, sitting for 8 hours
a day was doing me no good physically and mentally. The last 12 weeks of my
pregnancy were probably the worst, my hips hurt, my back hurt & my head
hurt constantly. Id put in a request to work if I could work from home a few
days a week, but after weeks of chasing it had been declined. By this point my
mental state was deteriorating quickly, my mood was extremely low, I couldn’t look
at myself in the mirror, and I generally was miserable as sin. I kept thinking
how amazing I should be feeling, and how lucky I was, id think about how some
couples may never be able to have children and here I am with a face like a
slapped ass, wishing this pregnancy would just be over. I even wished that Charlie
would make his entrance earlier rather than later. I was crying every day, 9
out of 10 times it would be when no one was around. I was ashamed of myself, I felt
like the worst person in the world. I’d think about how I didn’t deserve to be
having a baby because I wasn’t embracing it, and how I was going to be a
rubbish mum when he did arrive.
It was at this point I spoke
to my mum & decided I needed to speak to my GP. After a tearful chat with a
lovely doctor, who I told absolutely everything I was feeling to, she diagnosed
me with antenatal depression & prescribed me anti-depressants. In a way, it
made me feel better knowing that it wasn’t just me, that there was actually a “thing”
out there which expectant mum’s experience. I wasn’t alone anymore. I was signed
off work and this took me right up until I was due to go on maternity leave. I instantly
felt better knowing I didn’t have to be in work, I wouldn’t have to fake it every
time someone asked me how excited I was & how I was loving being pregnant.
(Because that’s what everyone expects you to say).
It’s not all doom and
gloom, I did start to feel better, as the kicks got stronger, I started to feel
that mother & baby bond grow. Matt was great at building my confidence when
it came to my belly growing, that helped me a lot specially towards the end
because I really did balloon! I started to embrace it; I was growing a baby for
god’s sake! I was doing something amazing!! And my body is incredible! My
outlook changed, I started to take photos of my growing belly and feeling
excited as the time drew closer to meet our son. Yes, I was still in pain but
there wasn’t long left, and I couldn’t wait to meet our baby.
So, if you are struggling
with your pregnancy – IT’S OKAY! – you don’t have to feel amazing every second of
every day! But – TALK to someone, anyone! Your partner, parents, friends,
family. I promise you they won’t think that you are a monster! Not everyone enjoys
pregnancy but that’s ok because its hard going! I learnt you 100% have to look
after yourself physically and mentally, 9 months is a long time to be feeling
Would I do it again though?
ABSOLOUTLEY – I now know that if we have another baby that I am strong, I have
an amazing network around me, and I could do it again. I would defiantly
embrace the whole pregnancy more next time around. I hope you enjoyed this blog,
and found it useful 😊
It’s a long one…again! Grab your cuppa teas & biscuits!
I can still remember the day like it was yesterday. I had cried the day before, Sunday evening as I’d done a pregnancy test which had come back negative (or so we thought) I threw myself into Matt’s arms and sobbed.
I could tell he was disappointed, “it’s okay babe it will happen” he said.
We had decided that I would come off my contraceptive pill the end of December 2017/ start of Jan 2018. I’d been trying to track my ovulation but didn’t really have a clue whether it was accurate or not. So we just winged it.
Fast forward to Monday 19th March 2018, I was feeling awful still after the negative pregnancy test the day before, and me & Matt had been wracking our brains all night questioning whether the test was definitely negative. I was starting back in the gym determined to shift some weight. It was an early one, I was meeting my friend Natalie for a 6am body pump class before work.
Just before I left I decided I’d do another test just encase, this time I swore I could see a second line. Was I going mad was it there, was it not? I paced the bathroom holding the test right up close squinting waiting for the results, then there it was the faintest second line we’d been waiting for! I remember this wave of euphoria coming over me, it’s funny now because I didn’t run in screaming to Matt. I simply grabbed my gym back and left because I didn’t want to wake him, but left the test on the side in the bathroom.
After class I decided to pop into Asda and get a clear blue digital test (just to make super sure it was positive) I got to work had a shower and locked myself in the cubicle with the test.
It seemed like I’d waited ages, I mean AGES! My heart was beating fast, I could feel it in my ears then after some time it happened….the screen showed “pregnant 1-2 weeks” I jumped up and down with a huge smile on my face, I couldn’t wait for Matt to wake up so I’d text himto check the bathroom HA!
I floated into the office, I was in this bubble that no one was popping. I sat at my desk daydreaming waiting for Matt to reply then ping my phone buzzed. I think he said something along the lines of “oh wow! Congrats mummy!” We were just both buzzing!
I called my manager for a chit chat, we are super close and he’s been a great support to me. The first thing he said when we sat down we’re “your not handing in your resignation are you?? Please don’t H” 😂😂 No I laughed I’m pregnant! I’ll never forget that look on his face, he threw his arms around me and gave me a big hug he was so happy, so was I. It was the best!
But little did I know, my whole world was about to turn upside down In just a few hours….
I was looking at the clock at my screen willing it to be 4pm, 3:55pm I couldn’t wait to get home to see Matt I was on top of the world! And then it happened…my phone buzzed in my pocket “Mum” calling. I ran over to the side of the office and answered, “Hel” this weary voice said – my heart instantly sank I knew something was wrong. Then the phone cut off…
Text message “Hel come home – urgent xxx”
I rang her back, “Mum, what’s wrong?” In my head I thought something had happened to our cat she was 16 and hadn’t been well.
“Just come home Hel” she sobbed
“What is it mum tell me” I pleaded my heart was pounding I could feel my eyes tearing up.
Then just two words and my whole world crashed down.
Boom just like that I could feel my head spinning I felt sick, I slid down the wall to the floor head dropped between my knee’s.
“He’s dead isn’t he” I whispered through my sobs
“Yes babe, come home” she sobbed back
I hung up the phone and could hardly pick myself up I was like a dead weight, my mind was going 100mph, how could I go from being on top of the world a few hours ago to rock bottom. Next thing I know I’ve bolted over to my desk trying to log off my computer and pick up my bag, completely frantic uttering nonsense. Then my friend called me, she looked at me confused, and I just blurted “my dad’s dead I have to go” and I swear the whole office stopped. Talking back about it she told me I screamed it out loud, makes sense why everyone just stared at me. She got her things grabbed me and said “come on love we’re going” I ran over to my manager with tears streaming down my face “ I have to go I have to go my dad’s dead” I remember he just grabbed me, gave me the biggest cuddle, a kiss on the top of my head and said “go”.
I couldn’t breathe as we bolted through the office I was only my phone trying to text Matt, then my friend stood in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. “BREATHE” she said. And I took in what felt like my first breath. Matt called me as I was driving to my mums, panicky from my short blunt text for him to ring me ASAP. I told him what had happened and he just went silent on the phone, I think he was more shocked than me. “I’m so so sorry babe, call me later when you can I’ll see you at home. I love you” he said.
When I arrived at my mums house I flew through the door to see her & my brother in floods of tears, I fell into her arms “ I’m pregnant” I whaled. They both stopped looked at me, what? She said still sobbing, “I’m pregnant mum” she gave me the biggest squeeze, “I’m sorry it’s not the reaction you wanted” she smiled through her tears, my brother then leant over and grabbed me “congratulations” he whispered.
I don’t know why I blurted it out, it was like word vomit I didn’t even realise what I’d said until after I’d said it.
That day was and will forever be the most surreal day of my entire life. I found out I was pregnant at 7:30am (for sure), my dad passed away at 1:30pm & I had the news at 3:58pm I’ll never forget that day. I feel like I should talk more about my experience of loosing a parent at a young age, so for the rest of that day I’ll leave for another blog. But trying to leave it on a light hearted note that’s how it all came about us finding out we were going to be parents!
They say when one light goes out another lights up – and that couldn’t be more true for that day. Charlie truly was our biggest blessing.
We were extremely lucky on how quickly I did actually fall pregnant. If you are out there and trying to conceive, then all I would say is don’t put to much pressure on yourself. I had been on the contraceptive pill religiously for over 10 years so stopping that, your body has to adjust. I think we did just have sheer luck – I was using the app called “Ovia fertility”, you basically put all of your details in, when you have your periods etc, and it works out your most fertile days. Maybe it did work? Maybe I was super fertile I don’t know, but it wasn’t like a military operation lol! We just had sex more regularly, and on the days it told us we had the best chance and here we are!
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Hello! I’m Helen, and im a first time mum!
I’m 27 and I currently live in Pontypridd, South Wales. (But I’m originally from Cardiff!) 🏴 I live with my partner Matt, our two fur babies Cobweb & Coco, and of course our little pudding Charlie, who was born on the 1st December 2018.
Although I am currently on maternity, I do work as a complaints handler (but let’s not talk about that..yawn!) and Matt is a Support Worker for a couple who have health issues. I guess I’ll start by telling you how me & Matt met it wasn’t your standard meeting…
So, we met on Instagram – YES I said it – INSTAGRAM. Your eyes are not deceiving you! Although, let me tell you – it wasn’t the Instagram we all know and love today oh no, let me take you back 6 years ago. Instagram hasn’t long launched and all you have are your “likes & comments” there was no sliding in of the DM’s let me tell you.
As fuzzy as my memory is (I’m still blaming the baby brain) Matt followed me, and I was like WOAH who’s this fitty aye! So after a few flirty comments…. (you’ll see this cringe fest if your lucky enough to have Matt on IG and scroll right to his very first posts there’s a few lurking on there!) They still make us giggle, anyway a new app was being launched which essentially was your DM’s, BUT It was called “Instachat so I downloaded it and it instantly uploads a sponsored post to my feed to tell everyone that I’ve downloaded it – well lord and behold THIS is when Matt slid into my Instachat! Fast forward a few months, we’ve been texting back and forth then one drunken night Matt decides to call me just as I’m getting a takeaway kebab, and from that moment we spoke every day nearly all day! My mum would go ballistic storming into my room at 3am because we were still on the phone! 6 months passed – YEP – 6 MONTHS! believe me this still comes up to this day! Matt finally grew some balls and decided to set a proper date!
So we met In Cardiff town, I was convinced he wasn’t going to turn up because he was LATE I mean like over an hour late because he’d been in the pub with the boys. But better late than never he pulled up in his convertible and I hoped in! Long story short – we got absolutely shit faced on rose wine and had a little smooch. Then we spent the next day together and got a McDonald’s – with the worst hangovers, and from then on we were inseparable! Fast forward a few years and I rented a flat In Cardiff back in 2016 which Matt moved into and we welcomed my first fur baby Cobweb In June of that year! By October Coco had joined us and we were starting to feel like we’d outgrown the place, that’s when our house hunting began! We moved into our first house in September 2017 and we are still here now, we absolutely love it, and although its outside of Cardiff we are very lucky with what we have for what we paid! We have always spoken about having a family, so now we had our house it was naturally the next step.
So that’s us in a nut shell! I’ll be sure to share our super highs and our rockbottom lows, our crazy adventures, the madness of parenthood, my weight loss journey and everything in-between! I promised myself when starting this blog that I wanted to share the honest truth of my experiences so far, so they won’t all be pretty & plain sailing! If you’d like to read more feel free to follow me to get notifications of when I post a new blog and also on Instagram which I will link below!
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