Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Week dos, DRF.

What a week! 
Baby D started full on cluster feeding over the last couple days, so that's been interesting. We were told just when he gets into his routine it'll change, ain't that the truth!

We're trying to make tummy time in some capacity a priority each day. He's been yelling at us for it. But it seems to be giving him some upper body strength. D has rolled over a handful of times (when his arms are properly propped underneath his body. We were told he might do it, and then forget how to. Either way it was amazing to watch. We're learning the newest cues, ie: he ain't no fan of the swaddle, head shaking back and forth means "no dummy, boob juice and pronto!". We've had a few baths and plenty of monster poos. We dragged him to the playground for a little Mummy/Daddy workout. He didn't seem to mind. Mummy is back to a slow pace at work over at Kitschy Honeybees. We also got out to celebrate his second week of life only to forget to lock the house. P had to race back home to lock the door and meet me back at a cafe for a giant meal and soy latte. It was my first on my own (in the real world) moment with D. Thank goodness he was drunk on milk and slept through for me.

Both Poppy and Nana sent me some awesome onesies I can wear when I'm a little bigger and the weather warms up too!



Our little babe with the power.
The power of Voodoo.

Pushing dummy back into my own mouth.
Rolling over.
Making eye contact.
Sleeping in four hour blocks (sometimes).
Killing it at tummy time even though I'm grumpy about it.
Learning how to burp and spewing when necessary ;)
Being generally adorable. 
(heaps more, can't remember them all, as I'm pooped).

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Real life in motherhood!

Originally I had planned to keep some of these more intimate moments private. Then I realized mothers need to support each other with more than just staged 'look at me photos'. Today was tough. I got at best 3 hours of sleep last night. My family is dealing with a major issue and it stressed me out way too much. I shouldn't have tried to take it on. Next time I won't. 
Right now is our time, Duncan's time, and I'm ill prepared to help anyone but us.
Labouring at home. 
Not seen: Gas heater behind me pumping out the jams.
Nitrous oxide, high.
This position was optimal for me once I progressed to dilating to 7. 
It was SO HARD not to push and I needed to keep my damn legs closed.

This song below came on our playlist during labour around dilation of 7 just at the right time for me. I sang along with it, and reminded myself what I'm doing and who it's for. The pain would be worth it, because I'd have both of my boys.
"Tell Him"

Yo heh heh tell him it's like uhh you know uhh
Sweet sweet tell him

Let me be patient let me be kind
Make me unselfish without being blind
Though I may suffer I'll envy it not
And endure what comes
Cause he's all that I got and
Tell him...

Tell him I need him (yeah)
Tell him I love him (tell him)
And it'll be alright
[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alright
Tell him tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
It'll be alright

Now I may have faith to make mountains fall
But if I lack love then I am nothin' at all
I can give away everything I possess
But left without love then I have no happiness
I know I'm imperfect (I know I'm imperfect)
And not without sin (and not without sin)
But now that I'm older all childish things end
And tell him...

Tell him I need him (yeah)
Tell him I love him (tell him)
And it'll be alright
[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alright
Tell him tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
It'll be alright

I'll never be jealous
And I won't be too proud
Cause love is not boastful
Oooh and love is not loud
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
Everything's gonna be alright [w/ ad libs]
Oooh oooh yeah yeah aww yeah

Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on Earth
But if I speak wrong then what is it worth?
See what we now know is nothing compared
To the love that was shown when our lives were spared
And tell him...

Tell him I need him (yeah)
Tell him I love him (tell him)
And it'll be alright
[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alright
Tell him tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
It'll be alright
This was after our first incredible feed, nipple shield free and at home in our comfy room. Yesterday or maybe the day before, the calm before the storm.
Today, I'm incredibly proud of my postpartum body. It carried my boy. Nourished him and showed me his movements and milestones along the way.
Granny panties are a legit part of postpartum life. I dig em'. Super comfy and holds up my pouch with a bit of extra support. Best n less for the win!
 Real life. Baby fed, baby clean, baby stressed...Mummy half naked, boobs out, eating cause she just fed and pumped and burped and absojgjekkejfhhlj....
Note: The slow cooker in the backround. Two frozen meals dropped in saved our lives for this evenings dinner. 
After a big cry (from Mummy) I think my baby blues were delayed until I took on entirely more than I could handle. After my cry I laid next to my boy on the floor and got 40 incredible minutes of sleep. He got a bit more than me :)
Then Daddy came home from the shop and I whipped out my boobies. They got some vitamin D and so did I. My boobies and I sat outside for a good 30 minutes. I rubbed some milk on my cracked nips and came in feeling much better for it.

We've had another feed. I have relaxed myself with the help of my husband and son. We're hopefully ready to take on tonight's obstacles. Rest assured I'll be waking Mr. F for a bit more help, as I'll be plenty drained to sleep.

Wish us luck! Daddy made homemade apple, blueberry pie and caved and bought Mummy some overly sugary ice cream to pair with it! Yummo!

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

DRF week one

We did it! 

Somehow the three of us have made it to the other side of D's first week of life. 

Night one was by far the hardest. We hit a few unexpected road bumps. Our breast pump was broken, so Daddy had to b-line it to the shops before closing time for a new one. D was fed a lot of formula in hospital and was still getting the hang of breast feeding until last night really. So a breast pump was absolutely necessary. We didn't have our breast feeding/bottle feeding tools and sanitisation plans in place. We simply didn't plan on any bottle feeding, big mistake. Expect the unexpected with a newborn. Nothing will go perfectly. We had food in the freezer, but thought "oh no, we'll have time to cook something". NO!!! Our dinner came around 10pm, oh well. Thankfully, I had prepared lactation cookies ahead of time and we had plenty of apples/other snackies. 

Each night has slowly, but surely improved. Probably getting 1-2 hours extra of broken sleep. D does phenomenal during the day. He feeds and sleeps with absolutely no troubles. Night time is a bit trickier. He likes to feed a bit more like every 1-2 hours. Which doesn't leave much time to sleep for breast feeing Mummy.

Today we forged a plan. We have him taking naps in his bassinet, instead of downstairs with us and lots of noise. We've downloaded whale noises and we'll sleep with a night light on tonight. He'll let us know if this cuts the mustard.

-First night at home!
-Several smiles and one precious giggle while dreaming following a feed on night 4.
-No more nipple shields and regular feeds from Mummy.
-Spewed/pissed/shat on Daddy in a 5 minute span.
-Spewed on Mummy hours later.
-Several wee's in the free air.
-First bath at home was precious on night 4.
-First walk on day 1 at home.
-First family outing on day 4.
-Two family walks on day 5.
-Daddy showed me how to hoop on day 6.
-Day 7 first tummy time!
-First proper full feed on day 7!
-Umbilical cord fell off!

First walk!

First family outing for coffee at the beach.

First time hooping with Dad and pep talks for his chances in the Olympics 2036 .

Milk moustache.
Aloha! Mummy & Daddy were married in Hawaii. 
This pillow was a gift from Daddy to Mummy.

Day 7. Oh what a week. Duncan later wee'd all over this outfit.

Soooo many pictures. Our next child (if/when) is going to hate us.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Baby Boy Forsyth

Our birth story.

Early in the wee hours of August 9th, 2016 I began to notice an unfamiliar feeling. Daddy was fast asleep and I thought better of waking him until I knew I wasn't feeling something silly like indigestion. I walked around the house for about thirty minutes and realised something was well and truly happening with baby and I. I woke Daddy, and thus began our journey into early labour.

From approximately 1am until nearly 4am we stayed home while I could manage the increasing contraction pain. Paul attached the TENS machine to my low back and I did some rocking in front of the heater on the fit ball. This really did help. I was afraid I wouldn't cope with intensifying contractions in the car without the fit ball, so we headed towards the hospital. 

We stayed in the assessment ward for between 30 and 40 minutes until I was progressed enough to be considered in "active labour". Once in active labour I continued on with the TENS machine, fit ball, and nitrous oxide for natural pain relief. I was introduced to a lovely midwife who helped keep me calm, and teach me how to breath through a contraction. After a few hours her shift ended and another midwife along with student midwife were put in charge of my care. We continued on with natural pain relief. Daddy put on music for us. The playlist included: Bon Iver, Prince, Frank Ocean, Florence and the Machine, TLC, Salt n Pepa, and Local Natives. The music also helped an immense amount. Every so often I could sing along with the music and fight through a contraction. It took another several hours to progress far enough to begin pushing. At approximately the last 2 hours or so of labour another midwife took over for lunch breaks and helped take care of me. She was an absolute godsend. I needed her to keep me calm, we simply clicked and I'm so grateful that she delivered our boy. After 14 hours of labour I was finally able to push. Pushing was by far the hardest part of the experience. It only just clicked today that I wasn't in sync entirely with how I was meant to push. But we powered through it. I pushed for one hour and finally met the second most handsome man in my world, Duncan Robert Forsyth. He was born at 4:04pm on August 9th, 2016. He weighed in at 3.47kg and measured 50cm long.

Unfortunately, what we didn't know and couldn't know is that Duncan was in some great distress towards the end of my labour. All the monitors were reading completely normal (normal for something traumatic like labour). Once Duncan was out in the world he didn't quite realise how to take his first breath. Luckily for us the head midwife in charge was there at that moment. She well and truly took charge. She insisted on cutting the cord, and getting Duncan onto oxygen. Once on oxygen he was able to get a breath in. But we weren't out of the woods.

In the meantime it was my turn to still push out the placenta. Daddy was by my side. Though, I blacked that part out. I was more preoccupied with pushing and catching glimpses of my poor bub across the room. 
Once he got in a couple of good breaths he was brought back to me for a kiss and whisked off to special care. Everyone who was available to help did so. Paul went with. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He didn't want to leave me, but I needed him to be with Duncan. He looked back at me several times asking for reassurance. I insisted he go. I may have spotted a tear in his eye. I was stuck in the delivery room awaiting my own post delivery requirements. That took about two hours. After I was sorted I was wheeled to special care to meet Duncan again and join Daddy. We got in some skin to skin (finally), and I was encouraged to head to bed, as he would be in very capable hands. I did so, and got just enough sleep to be there for Duncan in the early morning again. The special care team got Duncan right and gave him all the extra TLC required to transition safely into life in the real world. Over the next three days several tests were run. Lots of bloods, some antibiotics, an IV drip of fluids. Virtually everything came back negative. There was no real answer to his sudden hiccup. We are blessed beyond measure to have been in the care of such a great team. Everyone was so professional. They kept Paul and I educated about his progress. They were respectful to the emotional reactions on our part and ultimately they got our boy safe and sound.

We're now onto day two at home after three days in the special care nursery. Duncan is an absolute champion. He's feeding regularly, and sleeping like a boss. Mummy and Daddy are still rocking nearly 0-10 hours of sleep over the last five days, but that's okay. We are a team. We're working together to keep him fed, clean and sleeping. Daddy is taking care of both of us with the strength of a king. I couldn't have found or married a more amazing man. I feel so honoured to be his wife, and the mother of his beautiful boy. 

With all that said, we had a slightly scary start. But we are the lucky ones. Our boy is still here with us. He's giving us strength, and I wouldn't change a single thing.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Baby Shower(s)

We recently welcomed the third trimester of pregnancy. I can not believe how fast time flies. If pregnancy has gone this quick the next 18 years are going to be nuts! 

We were lucky enough to have some very special people throw us some un-conventional baby shower(s) a 'virtual baby shower' and a 'baby shower in a box'. I was also treated to a surprise high tea to celebrate the bub.

First, was our 'virtual baby shower'. My best friend Katie, my sister Molly and my Mom joined forces to get some ideas together for how to make this all work. Invitations were mailed out, and loved ones were encouraged to join in on the fun. Katie sent us a few extra mementos to make the day even more special.

We set up a little corner in the nursery, and got started.


He'll have his first flight at about two months old 
(depending on when he shows up)! 
Thanks Auntie Katie and Uncle Evan! 

Thanks Aunt Roxy, Khali and Ellie! 
Thanks, Auntie Ness!

Thanks, Auntie Steen!

After all the gift opening I was straight into leggings!

Next up was our Baby Shower in a Box. 
Hosted by some dear friends and former co-workers: Julie, Amber and Mara.

There were decorations, games, prizes and gifts!
After we decorated the cozy little corner we started up the games! 

Naturally I won both games, because I'm the HBIC.
One prize was delicious caribou!
(If you're not from Minnesota you wouldn't understand). 
 Note the cat to human resemblance.
Perf card, Mara.

Pee Pee tee pee! So funny and so damn practical!

So many gorgeous Minnesota themed goodies!

At 37 weeks (full term) my gorgeous girls here in Melbourne, Roxy, Megan and Juliet surprised me with High Tea at the Langham hotel to celebrate the little man to be!

We had a wonderful time stuffing our faces and laughing a lot.
The girls also gifted us with the sweetest bundle of clothes, toys and other adorable essentials. 

To top it all off I turned 30 a couple weeks ago! This bundle of joy has been the greatest gift I could ask for. However, his Daddy and some very sweet loved ones sure helped to make my day extra special.

Needless to say we're feeling very loved and can't wait to meet the little dude. In just another couple days I'll have my due date. He may or may not show up on time or take after his Mumma and be fashionably late. Either way, it's been an amazing journey already.