Miss S 2002

Once we all settled in at home, our life started to settle down a little, Miss S was my easiest baby by far, she would sleep really well, feed often and hardly cried.  I'm not sure if it was because of the routine in the hospital, she was left on her own alot when I wasn't there and she was used to all the noise and light, nothing seemed to faze her at all.

We had alot of follow up appointments at KEMH. This hospital was a good 40 - 50mins away from our house and parking was hard to find. (isn't it always). We saw paediatricians that checked on her development, we were refered to other departments within the hospital for physio, and a play department to develop her fine motor skills.  Some weeks we seemed to live at the hospital.
Miss S seemed to do alot of things in her own time.  She walked when she was 18mths, even thou this may seem late for walking you need to remember that she was 10weeks early so she actually walked at around 15 months corrected age.

Miss S was around 6months old when I started to feel like a failure of a mother again.  Yes PND was rearing its ugly head again.  Even though everything at home was running smoothly, I just felt like I couldn't do anything right, I never got to the point where I would harm myself or my children but I just didn't want to get out of bed some days but I knew I had to, my babies weren't old enough to feed themselves. Mr K had started Kindy and this was a new experience for me (and him).  I would put on a happy face for him at school but then go home and feel overwhelmed by everything.

Shane and I ended up joining a group of parents who were also dealing with PND.  We met once a week for 4 weeks in an evening and it was great that the male partners were so involved.  I didn't really expect to suffer from PND again, I thought I could deal with it again on my own, I tried to remember everything that i learnt from before but I just couldn't get it to work for me this time. I had two beautiful babies and life was fantastic but I just couldn't deal with it all.  Eventually I managed to feel better about myself and my world and made a few new friends along the way.

Around the time Miss S turned 1, I found myself pregnant again, only to miscarry again when I was around 7 weeks pregnant.  As much as this was a surprise pregnancy I was devastated again.  I didn't know if this meant no more babies for us, or as alot of people said to us, "Its natures was of saying there is something wrong with the baby, Its (the baby) just not meant to be", I will never forget those hurtful words, I tried to put it all behind me and I believe that unless you have personally suffered a miscarriage you would never say that to anyone, some people just do not understand.

It was a couple of months later, In January 2003 that we discovered I was pregnant again, I had no trouble falling pregnant just staying pregnant.  Again we were very cautious and nervous about telling the world so we waited until I was 3 months, I was suffering alot of morning (allday) sickness this time round and was told the sicker you are the healthier the baby will be, yeah right.  My blood pressure again started to rise and I was ordered to rest as much as I could and put on medication again. I also was visiting my Obstetrician every couple of weeks, my only concern was what were my chances of having another premature baby, less then 20% I was advised, I started to feel alot better about this statistic but unfortunately my body had other ideas.

2001

It was now March 2001and both Shane and I were extremely cautious about who we told about our pregnancy.  Every time I had a pain we were so scared something bad was going to happen.  I had lost the other babies around 5 - 8 weeks so as soon as we passed 12 weeks I felt more positive about this baby and told the world our news.  Everything was going along smoothly apart from my blood pressure that continued to rise no matter how much I rested or the medication I was put on.  I was working part time at this stage and Mr K was in Daycare (he had just turned 3).  I also had alittle spotting but nothing major until early September.  I was now 30 weeks pregnant.

It was a Monday night, I had just come home from work and was eating dinner.  I got up from the table to put my plate in the kitchen but felt a strange sensation in my abdomen.  As I stood there thinking WTF is happening, I felt a huge gush of fluid run down my leg, as I looked down all I could see was blood.  It was then that I started to panic and started to feel sharp pains, I then screamed for Shane to phone my parents.  I think mum must have flown over to our house as she was there within minutes.  Now I look back I wonder why we didn't phone for an ambulance straight away or the hospital I was booked into.  As Shane cant handle to sight of blood he tried to amuse Mr K while mum and I then made a few phone calls.

We did eventually phone the Hospital I was booked into have the baby asking what we should do.  The midwife phoned my Obstetrician and he suggested we phone for an ambulance and go to King Edward Memorial Hospital (KEMH) as this was the only hospital that would deliver babies before 34 weeks. Hang on did I hear right "deliver", OMG did he think I was in labour?, how could he, he hasn't even seen me, stupid Dr.  I cant have this baby now, I still have 10 weeks to go, We haven't even finished the babies room, washed the clothes or even painted the room, I think the cot was set up but that was about it.

I phoned for an ambulance  (Funny thing is we didn't have any ambulance cover at the time, I had the enrolment form all filled out and ready to post on our kitchen table).  So off I went (my first time in an ambulance) just the lights on but no siren.  I had to go on my own while Mum and Shane sorted out Mr K. I was admitted into hospital and told to rest.  Yeah right, I was supposed to work tomorrow, what was my son thinking, what if I had the baby early, were some of the things going thru my head.

I rested as best I could and was sent home a few days later, my bleeding had stopped and my blood pressure had stabilized.  I had to go home on strict bed rest and if anymore bleeding happened I was to go straight back to hospital.. I rested as best I could with a toddler at home.

I remember waking up on Wednesday morning (12 Sep) and turned on the TV to see the news reports about a plane flying into the Twin Towers in America.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing and as I sat down on the lounge to watch the events I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my my belly, as I stood up I realised I was bleeding again.  Here we go again.  I phoned both Shane and my Mum and it was decided that I was going back to KEMH.  It was also decided that Mr K was going to stay with my parents until this baby was born.

2001 part 2

On the morning of Friday 14 September I was told I could go home again as the bleeding had stopped and my blood pressure had dropped to a more acceptable level and to come back if I had any more bleeding, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. I cant quite put my finger on it but I didn’t feel right, don’t ask me what didn’t feel right was, I cant explain it but I told the midwife how I felt and she suggested I lie down in bed and rest, I didn’t want to go home but I didn’t want to stay in hospital either.

At the same time my Uncle was very sick and I remember this was also the day mum was going to visit him, I didn’t want  her to rearrange her plans so I didn’t bother phoning her or Shane as he was also working and decided to do what the midwife suggested.

Around lunch time I started to get cramps but grinned and bared it until around 3pm when the lady in the bed next to me asked if I wanted her to ring someone for me as I was still in pain and all the midwife would give me is panadol, "No I'm fine thanks", I replied and managed to get up to go to the loo, whilst sitting on the toilet I had this horrible urge to push but I stopped myself somehow and managed to press the alarm button, a midwife managed to get in the toilet as I had locked it and there was no way I was getting off the toilet in a hurry. I managed somehow to get back to bed and the midwife examined me then hurried off, I didn’t know what to do other then groan . I just lied there on the bed wondering what was wrong, should I phone Shane and let him know something is wrong again but before long a couple of Dr's and the midwife came back in and examined me again and off I went to the delivery ward, I didn’t know it was the delivery ward at the time I was wheeled in but before long I knew what was going to happen.

 F*#k I cant do this again I cant loose my baby. It will only be 32 weeks old, it isn’t ready to come out, why me  - why now?, what on earth have I done to deserve this?

It was now around 4.30pm, and as the midwives were arranging me and putting in needles I asked for an epidural. The whole time I had been in labor and all I had was 2 panadol, "I'm sorry dear", said the midwife," but there isn’t time, you are going to have this baby within the next half hour" "WHAT" I screamed at her, "no I'm not, I still have a few weeks before the baby is due, what the hell are u talking about" I cried,  "no dear, the baby is coming now" she whispered calmly in my ear.

I know this sounds strange to you, as I had already had a baby 3 ½ yrs before but I didn’t realise I was in labor, this time was very different to Mr K, I cant explain how but I seriously didn’t think I was in labor or i would have asked for an epidural ages ago.

"I want my mum", I cried to her, "I just want my mum", "I'm sorry dear there isn’t any time to wait, the baby is coming and it is time to push" replied the midwife    All it took was 3 pushes and Miss S arrived. I didn’t hear her cry, she was wrapped up and then shown to me for like 5 seconds before being rushed away to the neonatal ward.

I was then allowed to make some phone calls. I phoned Shane who was still at work I don’t think he believed me when I rang and told him, I then rang my parents and they weren’t home so I left a message, "Mum Ive just had a baby can u come to the hospital now". Mum still jokes about that message, I didn’t even tell her if I had a boy or girl. 

 I then showered and was given a new room and waited for both Shane and mum to come to the hospital, Dad stayed home with Mr K.

Miss S weighed 1.865kgs and was perfect. She didn’t need any help breathing but needed to be tube feed as she still hadn’t developed her sucking reflexes.  I stayed in hospital for 3 days. They were a few of the worst days I had ever had.  Only a handful of people visited me, I felt lonely, I remember after Mr K was born my hospital room was full of flowers, cards and gifts. To this day I still don't know if it was the distance that kept people away or just the whole premature birth experience.  I understand that not everyone was allowed to go into the neonatal nursery (due to germs etc only immediate family were allowed) but I needed the support. Only my immediate family could go into the neonatal nursery, Miss S was in the 2nd nursery which I guess was the middle nursery as there were 3 other nurserys in the department. (I wasnt really aware at the time what they were for as all I was concentrating on was my baby). Depending on where abouts in the nursery Miss S's cot was, friends may be able to see her from the windows but obviously couldn't hold or touch her. I didn't get to show her off as I did with Mr K and I felt ripped off.  

During my days in the hospital, I had to learn to express milk, for her tube feeds and just sat in the nursery watching her, I couldn't believe how tiny she was and how perfect she looked.

After 3 days I was sent home without my baby, Miss S had to stay in the nursery until she put on weight and could suck all her feeds.  I will never forget that day, I was torn emotionally about going home to be with my son and partner but also knowing that my daughter needed me as well, but i couldn't stay with her. At least you will not have any sleepless nights or getting up for feeds during the night, one well meaning friend said, little did she know how I was yearning for my baby to be home with us all as a family.

After 2 weeks in KEMH Miss S was transfered to another hospital only 20mins away from our home, as all she needed now was tube feeding.  She spent another 2 weeks at that hospital until she was fully bottle/breast feeding on her own.  In total she spent 4 weeks in hospital and came home at 36 weeks old, and weighted just over 2kgs now.  She still should not have been here, she still had another 4 weeks to go, but my Miss S had other ideas. 

3rd time unlucky

Call it women's intuition, I had a bad feeling about this ultrasound and insisted on Shane coming with me, which is why I made the appointment on a Saturday. I thought I was around 8 weeks pregnant by now, so I knew we should be able to see a heartbeat.

Don't ask me how I knew , but I knew something was wrong.  The senographer asked us when we were next seeing our GP, which happened to be the following Tuesday. She then told us not to miss the appointment, when I asked why, whats wrong?, she calmly told me that she wasn't at liberty to tell us - WTF.

Well the alarm bells were ringing big time by now. The suspense was killing me, I couldn't wait to get in the car and open the envelope. 

BIG mistake.  I cant remember all the nitty gritty details, but basically a heart beat could not be found.  I totally lost it in the car, Shane didn't know what to do.  He drove straight to my parents house, as they were looking after Mr K for us.

As horrible as this sounds, I didn't want the baby inside me anymore, and I needed the baby to come out NOW.  After much discussions and tears, it was decided that I needed to see a Dr ASAP.  As out GP was closed I ended up seeing a Dr at an after hours clinic.The Dr we saw was fantastic, she booked me into King Edward Memorial Hospital the very next day for a  D & C.

I still kept my appointment for the Tuesday as I wanted answers.  Why me?, why us?, whats wrong with me?, why cant I have another baby?.  Our GP couldn't give me any answers, so he suggested we see a Fertility Clinic.  Which we did, and I managed to get some answers.  But they weren't what I was looking for.

I was diagnosed with Poly cystic Ovary Syndrome. Basically it can be very hard for me to fall pregnant. It was suggested that we start fertility treatment, which meant going into the clinic during the month for hormone injections etc.  The clinic was about and hour drive from our house, apart from the distance I also had my little boy to look after and the cost involved was unbelievable.  We just couldn't afford it, we had just moved into our house and money was tight.  I ended up going back to the Clinic for a Pap smear and another ultrasound, and came home with some fantastic news.

I was pregnant again.

PND

Some of you may or may not know that I have suffered from Postnatal Depression (PND) on and off for about 10yrs. It is not something that I tell everyone - but i guess i am now. Its not that I'm ashamed of it at all, just that it doesn't come up in everyday conversations.

I was first diagnosed when Mr K was about 7 months old. I was on my own at the time, trying to do the right thing by us both. We were living on our own, about a 20min drive away from my parents and younger sister, who were my support people.

At the time I was finding it very hard to juggle the demands of a newborn, as well as living on my own and trying to support the both of us on a single parents pension. I can remember phoning my mum numerous times during the middle of the night to come and help me as Mr K would not sleep, or feed etc and i didn't know what to do. I felt like a huge failure and believed that i was useless. I knew when i fell pregnant with Mr K that the man concerned didn't want a child and if i went ahead with the pregnancy i would be doing it alone. As harsh as it seems, I knew what i was getting myself into and for awhile all i wanted was to be a mother. I believe that being a mother is the greatest job in the world and I still do.


Mr K was not the easiest of babies. He suffered with colic, and was a difficult feeder, I felt that everything i did for him was never the right thing for him. I tried all different formulas, bottles, teats and colic medicine but nothing seemed to help, so as a result we were both not getting alot of sleep. No sleep = an exhausted mum as we all know. I told myself as he gets older everything will get better, right - wrong. Things got worse for me. I found a great Child Health Nurse who recommended that i do a questionnaire and it was this questionnaire that opened my eyes to the way i was feeling. I didn't want to admit that I needed help, I had choosen this path and I had to deal with it. I then went to see my GP who diagnosed me with PND and told me of my options in dealing with it.

I started anti-depressants and also started counselling and joined a group with other mums who met once a week for 3 months. We all discussed how our week had been and how we had dealt with the problems we came across. Nothing was off limits and there was a rule that what was talked about was to never leave the room. It was great finding other Mums that had the same problems as me but they all had partners, some offering different amounts of support. I felt like I was on my own at times and also felt that as I was a single parent of course I was going to struggle and developed PND. Not long after the group finished I met Shane and I believe he also helped me overcome PND with his support.

I also developed PND again after the birth of both my daughters, and I think the worse was with Miss S. I was paranoid about it all happening again and tried to deal with things on my own for awhile. I didn't want to go on anti depressants again so I tried counselling again but this time with another group of ladies and our partners were welcomed as well. While the counselling worked for awhile, I realised that i also needed the help of some medication. I was also getting extremely anxious about stupid stuff that could happen eg Miss S could get sick etc and would work myself up into a mess, which was not good for anyone.

So there you go, this is my experience with PND, and how i dealt with it. This was very hard for me to write and opened up alot of emotions but at the same time I feel like a weight has been lifted. Maybe I should have wrote about this before now as part of therapy?