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ailbheFirst Linnea woke at 5:15, and Rob went to her, and they woke me at 6, and a little after 6:30 I took over and let Rob go back to sleep, and he got up at 7:15, and we all had breakfast and got dressed, and went to the hospital.
I encountered someone who introduced herself to me as "[Name], the Head Midwife," which seems unlikely. Perhaps she was the most senior midwife on the shift? Anyway, she gave the single most painful injection to the bum I have ever received.
The hospital visit was fine. I have my panic-management breathing exercises, and didn't have to wait too long. Afterwards we went for tea and a bun to help me come down from the almost-panic. Then Rob went to work and I brought Linnea to the creche at the pool.
I did half an hour of the new, pointless swimming I do - no moving the legs from the hips, so either breaststroke with my ankles crossed and my legs trailing behind me, or a kind of doggie paddle with my feet flippering around, legs bending from close-pressed knees. Anyway, if this is the best exercise I can take without risking SPD, this is what I'll do, because I can't imagine the foot cramps I'd get if I decreased my exercise any more. We may end up swimming almost every day.
After my half-hour I brought Linnea into the pool. She and I swam and played for almost an hour, and she seems to have largely overcome her lack of confidence thing. That's reassuring. She wasn't impressed by the temperature, which is erring on the side of energy conservation, but when she spooted Nicky and Baby Jo she got much more cheery and had a good deal of fun batting balls around.
We had lunch at the sandwich shop, where I ordered in faint monosyllables because I was so tired and hungry I kept shaking and leaning against the glass display cabinet at the counter. (This was a neat trick, because I ordered a sausage sandwich with ketchup for Linnea, and tuna, sweetcorn and cucumber for myself - I count 5 duo and one tri in there).
And then we came home and waited for my Homestart visitor to arrive. It's just as well she did, because I was falling asleep upright on a hard chair (no more soft chairs for me - they make my pelvis creak!) and Linnea was getting annoyed with me. I made her tea, and then I lay down in my bed for 30 minutes that turned into almost an hour. I didn't sleep, but I did get rest, and was able to prep dinner and bung it in a casserole in the oven when I woke up.
The Homestart visitor is a bit impressed with us; Linnea volunteers to eat bread and butter, or carrots, and drinks water; we cook real dinners (though she did make it clear today that she thought it Only Right And Proper that Rob should come home from a nice relaxing day at the office to a hot cooked dinner, and I was too tired to teach a 70-year-old help volunteer about gender equality, so I just said "sometimes it's something quick that Rob cooks, but all we had today was beef chunks and there's no quick way to do that.") Anyway, she apparently encounters a lot of people who feed their entire families out of McDonalds 99p menu and the local kebab van, so we get a Special Prize.
There was also a call from Relate, and we may have a new appointment with a new counsellor. I'm hoping we can get someone like my old therapist, who was big into arming me with quick and dirty tools to use in difficult situations, and then once I was able to use them doing the deeper analysis that brings about more meaningful change. A few tools could help us get through the next month with fewer rows, misunderstandings, and feelings of resentment and lack of appreciation and so on.
This evening, I hope to find and post all the post that should have goen out last week - or at least, find it and get it ready to post. I also hope to polish up my birth plan and email it to someone who wants a look at one. And continue the hunt for bright baby clothes! The International Internet is proving very exciting. I did find one Ebay auction I'm going to bid on; it doesn't quite meet my requirements but since the pattern is from The Very Hungry Caterpillar I will forgive it for being on the garment in the first place.
26 days to go. This baby was conceived in a 26-day cycle (I used to alternate, 28 and 26 days). I wonder should I go look at Wikipedia and see what's good about an August 15th birthday?
I encountered someone who introduced herself to me as "[Name], the Head Midwife," which seems unlikely. Perhaps she was the most senior midwife on the shift? Anyway, she gave the single most painful injection to the bum I have ever received.
The hospital visit was fine. I have my panic-management breathing exercises, and didn't have to wait too long. Afterwards we went for tea and a bun to help me come down from the almost-panic. Then Rob went to work and I brought Linnea to the creche at the pool.
I did half an hour of the new, pointless swimming I do - no moving the legs from the hips, so either breaststroke with my ankles crossed and my legs trailing behind me, or a kind of doggie paddle with my feet flippering around, legs bending from close-pressed knees. Anyway, if this is the best exercise I can take without risking SPD, this is what I'll do, because I can't imagine the foot cramps I'd get if I decreased my exercise any more. We may end up swimming almost every day.
After my half-hour I brought Linnea into the pool. She and I swam and played for almost an hour, and she seems to have largely overcome her lack of confidence thing. That's reassuring. She wasn't impressed by the temperature, which is erring on the side of energy conservation, but when she spooted Nicky and Baby Jo she got much more cheery and had a good deal of fun batting balls around.
We had lunch at the sandwich shop, where I ordered in faint monosyllables because I was so tired and hungry I kept shaking and leaning against the glass display cabinet at the counter. (This was a neat trick, because I ordered a sausage sandwich with ketchup for Linnea, and tuna, sweetcorn and cucumber for myself - I count 5 duo and one tri in there).
And then we came home and waited for my Homestart visitor to arrive. It's just as well she did, because I was falling asleep upright on a hard chair (no more soft chairs for me - they make my pelvis creak!) and Linnea was getting annoyed with me. I made her tea, and then I lay down in my bed for 30 minutes that turned into almost an hour. I didn't sleep, but I did get rest, and was able to prep dinner and bung it in a casserole in the oven when I woke up.
The Homestart visitor is a bit impressed with us; Linnea volunteers to eat bread and butter, or carrots, and drinks water; we cook real dinners (though she did make it clear today that she thought it Only Right And Proper that Rob should come home from a nice relaxing day at the office to a hot cooked dinner, and I was too tired to teach a 70-year-old help volunteer about gender equality, so I just said "sometimes it's something quick that Rob cooks, but all we had today was beef chunks and there's no quick way to do that.") Anyway, she apparently encounters a lot of people who feed their entire families out of McDonalds 99p menu and the local kebab van, so we get a Special Prize.
There was also a call from Relate, and we may have a new appointment with a new counsellor. I'm hoping we can get someone like my old therapist, who was big into arming me with quick and dirty tools to use in difficult situations, and then once I was able to use them doing the deeper analysis that brings about more meaningful change. A few tools could help us get through the next month with fewer rows, misunderstandings, and feelings of resentment and lack of appreciation and so on.
This evening, I hope to find and post all the post that should have goen out last week - or at least, find it and get it ready to post. I also hope to polish up my birth plan and email it to someone who wants a look at one. And continue the hunt for bright baby clothes! The International Internet is proving very exciting. I did find one Ebay auction I'm going to bid on; it doesn't quite meet my requirements but since the pattern is from The Very Hungry Caterpillar I will forgive it for being on the garment in the first place.
26 days to go. This baby was conceived in a 26-day cycle (I used to alternate, 28 and 26 days). I wonder should I go look at Wikipedia and see what's good about an August 15th birthday?
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Date: 2006-07-14 08:04 pm (UTC)This reminds me of that dreadful KFC advert where the Mother sings "I can feed the family for nine ninety-nine" (Actually I quite liked that ad campaign, it was just the product I hated).
My reaction was always "well, I should bloody hope so too... foie gras starter, was it?"
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Date: 2006-07-14 08:11 pm (UTC)