People keep asking why I’ve already decorated Isla’s bedroom and ordered the pram and why on earth I’m panicking so much about buying everything already.
It’s frustrating having to explain the time restraints my body is putting on me.
At 22+5 I’ve just been given and indefinite prescription of codeine because of the immense amount if pain in my back and pelvis.
A normal shopping trip to source baby buys results in contractions all evening and being unable to stand up because of the pain in my lower back/pelvis.
I’m hyper aware that out if the fourteen weeks (and a few days) I have left, a good deal of that I’ll be unable to do a lot of the things that still need to be done.
So right now I’m panicking because there is a lot to do. And I’m running out of the capability to do it.
I guess I’d have to say me? But only because he’s the image of my younger sister and everyone says we look alike.
Once or twice I’ve seen him look like Harrison, but then he just goes back to looking like a carbon copy of my sister
I have a low platelet count. This causes my blood to not clot properly. I bruise insanely easily and bleed more than normal if I cut myself.
The smallest knocks or extended pressure can cause me to bruise.
That’s mostly from the heat of my hot water bottle but partly because of the extra pressure on my abdomen from Isla.
It’s no big deal and not at all painful, just pretty unattractive x
Thank you very much.
No it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.
The long and short of it is I severely stunted my growth and development through long term anorexia. Along side this I have acute osteoporosis in my pelvis and spine and a pre-existing heart condition.
This makes pregnancy dangerous for me and towards the end my baby.
My body is unable to stretch to accommodate a growing child, if you look back over my /bump tag you’ll see photos of when I was pregnant with Dylan that should give you some idea of what I’m talking about.
By my last trimester of Dylan’s pregnancy I was on bed rest. My lungs were only filling to 15% capacity because he took up so much room internally, 3 of my ribs cracked and they were worried that my pelvis would fracture if I continued to carry him.
I had a very disjointed team around me last time. Doctors at the eating disorder clinic, my own gp, a specialist OB, my midwife and general healthcare doctors and midwives. Half of the team were pushing for me to be induced as early as 35 weeks because of the stress on my heart and the other half refused before I was 40 weeks.
There was a lot of stress and confusion which this time with a smaller more informed team we’re avoiding.
People have suggested it. I just can’t imagine him cooperating at photo shoots.
I met with my OB today.
As I walked in her smiled and asked how Dylan was doing.
I wrote last time around that he is a god send, he reinforced that today.
I’ve been booked in for scans at twenty eight, thirty two and thirty six weeks and corresponding appointments with him.
All being well he’s written the paperwork for me to be induced at thirty seven weeks.
He’s just so calming and kind.
We talked about ways to manage my heart condition and anxiety without medication and agreed to review both at my next appointment.
He’s also sent a note to my midwife filling her in and asking her to do some extra blood tests and monitoring between scans with the doppler.
The fact that we’re already making steps to avoid the emotional and physical stress and complications I had last time, with a definite plan for the rest of my pregnancy is very reassuring.