Nearly the entire three weeks before my 20 week scan I bled. Not the bright red blood I had been warned about but that didn’t matter. My mentality didn’t discriminate between colours; red, pink, brown it didn’t matter- blood was blood. Continue reading “My Second Pregnancy Part 4: Due Date”
Life isn’t a competition but if it was, my toddler would be winning…
It was a dark and cloudy Wednesday evening. OK, it probably wasn’t that dark, I’m not even all that sure it was a Wednesday, but I’m trying to set the ambiance so bear with me! Continue reading “Tug of War: Mammy-0, Toddler-1”
I had a bleed- a heavy bleed. When I saw the blood I swear my heart stuttered in my chest. I was terrified and not just because of the bleeding; I was cramping, and my back was aching.
I was so afraid I was going to lose my baby. My husband and I went straight to the emergency room. Continue reading “My Second Pregnancy Part 3: There Will Be Blood”
A number of things happened next. I purchased and peed on four more pregnancy tests of varying brands. All positive.
I went to the doctor, got my bloods taken and my HCG level checked. The results were high. I was definitely pregnant but I had to wait another 48 hours to re-check the level and see if it had doubled, which would mean the pregnancy was progressing. It had! That meant the pregnancy was viable. Continue reading “My Second Pregnancy Part 2: Knocked Up”
My husband and l decided to start trying for baby number two when our first baby turned 18months old. So, out came the Mirena coil and in went…well, you know how babies are made. 😉 Continue reading “My Second Pregnancy Part 1: The Not-So Immaculate Conception “
It’s that time again. The time when after exhausting paid and unpaid maternity leave I must get ready to say goodbye to my baby, leave her to be cared for by someone else and head back to work. It’s that time but that’s not what I’m going to do- Not this time!
In two short months my little girl is going to turn three and I’m absolutely terrified. Not because I’m afraid of the dreaded morphing into a threenager- being perfectly honest I think that’s quite entertaining. The other day I wouldn’t give my girl another biscuit and she stormed off and slammed the sitting room door. I thought it was absolutely hilarious! I couldn’t show her I thought that, of course, but I did. I laughed- a lot. All I could think was; and so begins the process of receiving my comeuppance for all the times I slammed the door on my own parents. Continue reading “Turning Three- The Age I’ve been terrified of…”