Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
"Oh, we've got a few bookings for February. You'd really need to book in this week if you want to be sure to get a spot".
Yea gods! How am I supposed to accept the possible reality of giving birth by the end of this week! And how does this work for suspicious people such as myself who are afraid of booking anything which presumes a chicken hatching, as that would be mocking the gods, and inviting disaster?
But, to put those suspicions aside for a moment, it looks like we are going to have to book some kind of birthing centre ASAP, whether or not I am able to wrap my head around the concept.
So, although I'm pretty sure that there are only 3 people reading this (and only one who isn't related to me by birth or whatever we would have if we were allowed to be married) I feel compelled to make a plaintive request to the internet at large to answer my question - Have you given birth at the Mercy? (ordinary hosp / birthing centre), and did they poke you with sticks and torment you and your baby and loved ones, or were they intuitively compassionate, respectful of you, your relationship (same-sex or not), your baby and your preferences for giving birth and extremely competent in helping you get baby from inside your uterus to outside?
Do you have any advice on giving birth in the following circumstances?
- living in sydney until about christmas, then moving to a suburb in melbourne's north (just a little further north than the current swineflu hotspot)
- keen on minimal intervention - and a midwife-led birthing environment.
- maximum support for breastfeeding / rooming in.
- no complicating medical conditions / factors thus far.
- same-sex friendly "a plus".
Gah - this sounds like a personals ad!! Any tips much appreciated!
(Photo title: Sister Mary Rose supervises Hospital Maternity Ward, April 1953, Ralph Morse, TIME - don't you love that the mother's face is just cropped out of the picture! Gah.)
Sunday, June 21, 2009
- I think it is a signal of how often we do ironing, that the cat (now nearly 1 year old) got very excited when we brought out the ironing board from the laundry, and is now obsessed with it.
- El Prima bought the "what to expect" book today. I find the twee little bits about babies and cuddles a bit annoying, but it is reassuringly filled with seemingly useful information. And despite my initial worries, it doesn't come across as too judgemental. But zero points for including same-sex families.
- I've managed to eat a huge amount of grapes today. And I just tried to explain the winter solstice to Snacky (El Prima's middle daughter, 15 years old) using a grape to represent the earth - not quite sure how successfully. Mmmm grapes!
- My dad & stepmum were in town from interstate - and we went to see them, which was lovely, but I made the mistake of not eating a proper big breakfast before we went out (because I thought we were going for brunch). As it turned out, we didn't have "brunch" until about 1:30pm, by which time (despite nibbling on almonds & dates) I was so hungry I had a headache.
- Our first ultrasound is tomorrow! We're at approx 7 weeks, so this is mainly to check dates & viability. Cross fingers we see (hear?) a heartbeat.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
In Pascagoula, Mississippi, in November 2008, Cirila Baltazar Cruz gave birth to a baby girl. Soon after, her daughter was taken away from her because she could not communicate with the hospital attendants. ... Baltazar Cruz is up for deportation, while her daughter is reported to be with an affluent Ocean Springs couple.
Details are here if you want to call / write to express your concern.
Wednesday 17 June 2009
I feel like I’m seeing everything in smell-o-vision – every scent is so intense at the moment. Strangers’ aftershave on the train, diesel fumes of the bus, the chemically smell of new fabric – it is like I’ve become some environmental toxic sniffer dog. My instinct is, if it smells unpleasant, then it is probably not a good thing to be breathing in, so I end up spending a fair bit of time breathing through my scarf, or going to stand next to a plant. Plants, by the way, mostly smell sweet – like really good fresh water. Yay oxygen. I had no idea that harbouring a little embryo would give you secret powers like this.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
This wasn't quite my conversation with the lovely nurse at the clinic when I rang up for the results of my blood test, but almost. She was very nonchalant, "Oh yes, it is all fine", while I was scrambling for a definite, yes pregnant or no not pregnant.
And while I have no illusions about my tiny little embryo being the messiah (he's just a very naughty boy), it made me wish for an angel who could really spell it out for me and give me a bit of certainty. But certainty isn't really what we signed on for, and I'd better get used to the uncertainty which is the very definition of TTC / pregnancy / parenting.
I also feel like a bit of a cheater to be starting up a TTC blog only now, when we have managed to get our first BFP. Actually, I think that really is cheating. My sad & sorry excuse was that I found the TTC process too depressing to blog about - the rollercoaster of hoping, and then being disappointed.
We got our BFP on the 9th cycle of inseminations, and so it is a big relief to know that I am apparently capable of conceiving. My HyCosSy test came through all clear, and I haven't been diagnosed with any gynae conditions which might affect my fertility. So we were begining to wonder what was happening. My GP suggested that since our known donor lived in town, we ask him over for a fresh donation (up until now we'd been using his frozen donations via the clinic). Fortunately, he was happy to, and had just had a round of STI tests giving him the all-clear, and our result seems to indicate that fresh is indeed best. Woo hoo!
So... awkward introductions... I'm about to turn 33, and this is the first time I've conceived. My partner, El Prima, is mum to three daughters from her previous marriage who are now in their mid to late teens. The youngest two live with us.