And then there were three

Henry Neil was born on 1 May 2013 at 7:27pm. He weighed a healthy 8 lb 3 oz / 3.7 kgs and was 52 cm long.

At 3 months (which I’ve learned recently is technically 13 weeks) Henry now weighs 6.6 kgs and is 62 cm long.

So the story of Henry’s birth is somewhat dramatic but I’ll try to give the relatively short version here (although I doubt that’ll be the case).

I’d been extremely lucky and had a relatively easy pregnancy and my only serious complaint (well i had many about feeling enormous/tired/swollen/unable to sleep – all the usual pregnancy dilemmas!) was that I needed to be medicated throughout to keep my blood pressure normal.

But my easy pregnancy changed in the last week. On the Saturday before H was born, after eating hot curries, drinking far too many cups of raspberry tea, and taking loooong walks in an attempt to induce labour I started to feel ill. I thought perhaps it was the start if labour – but there were no contractions and just severe heartburn, nausea, fever and I wasn’t able to get comfy at all. At around 3am I called the hospital as I thought maybe I should get checked out but they weren’t interested in me as I wasn’t contracting. Instead they told me to take more panadol and to call them in the morning if I still felt ill. Of course I felt somewhat better the next day so didn’t.

My next ob appointment was the following Wednesday and I thought I’d be ok to hang out until then. Which I did although by then I was very over being pregnant as I wasn’t feeling great and similar symptoms reappeared on the Tuesday.

So on the Wednesday I was determined to get an inducement date from my ob and yet I replied ‘I’m ok’ when she asked how I was doing. Luckily hubby jumped in to tell her how miserable I was which lead to more tests. My bp was high and I was also sent for bloods. The ob sent us home and said she would call us later with a plan – as she was due to fly out to NZ the following day for four days – but that unless the bloods showed something unusual we would be getting induced the following week as the maternity ward was full.

But despite the ward being full, about 4:30, the ob rang hubby to say my bloods were extremely abnormal and how quickly could we get to the hospital.

As soon as we arrived at the hospital I became the high risk patient. I was suffering from HELLP syndrome (wiki calls it ‘a life-threatening obstetric complication usually considered to be a variant or complication of pre-eclampsia’) and my platelet count was dangerously low. My choices were 1) to be induced – but the baby had to be born within 24 hours, baby was posterior and not engaged, and because of the low platelet count I wouldn’t be able to have an epidural OR 2) have an emergency c-section under a general anaesthetic. Given the difficulties associated with option 1 I chose option 2 instead.

After an hour or so I was in a room full of people in theatre (secretly feeling quite scared) and then next thing I remember (although I was very groggy!)) was coming to (albeit it in ICU so there was no one around) and asking what I had and was everything ok. I don’t recall much but I remember being told I had a heathy baby boy! I spent two nights in ICU before returning to the ward which made things a little easier.

From then everything seems a blur…and yet here we are with a lovely little family of three!

Pics are from day one and then three months.

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Great expectations

I’ve recently had a baby (more on that another time) and with plenty of time on my hands – or so I thought – I’ve decided to blog about my switch of focus to life, love and happiness at home.

Lets be clear – I’m no writer. But I enjoy cooking, I can take some pretty good photos and I enjoy being a homebody and finding creative things to do. So I thought a blog might be a way to capture some of my adventures whilst on maternity leave.

And having read The Happiness Project not so long ago and having just bought the follow up, Happier at Home (yet to actually read it – but it’s on my bedside!), a blog seemed like a challenging thing to do.

Having decided to embark on this journey, the first hurdle was the name of the blog until I settled on juice weekly. Let me explain – juice is a nickname my husband gave me (taking it from OJ Simpson) as I was an O surname and am now a J surname and that makes OJ. And weekly – well fingers crossed that inspires me to blog at least weekly, but we shall see how that goes (edit: its taken me over a week to write and get this up which I’m sure means this will always happen…).

So great expectations….well really only my own which isn’t different to anything else I do. I don’t mind if no one reads my blog but I’m keen to do it for myself and my family. So here goes nothing!

Reading (when I find the time – I have a lot of books on my bedside waiting to be read): Size Matters Not – Warwick Davis, Happier at Home – Gretchin Rubin (well I’m about to start this one next), Nerd Do Well – Simon Pegg (also on my bedside in the queue)

Watching (I do spend an awful lot of time on the couch and can be up at odd hours): Nashville, Switched at Birth, The Block, Project Runway All Stars, The West Wing (rewatching), One Tree Hill

Listening: Spotify 90’s alternative playlist, Blurred Lines is on in the background on Channel V, and I’ve got Lana Del Ray – Born To Die, Florence and the Machine – Unplugged, Sia – We are Born and The Temper Trap – self titled in the car at the moment.