Our Little Life At Enoch

We were home! All of us as a family. Mum was going to stay with us until we felt confident on our own and Dad was with us for a few more days before he had to go back home to work. That first week home was bloody hard. I was so incredibly weak and could not care for James at all. Each day I would get up and move to the spare bedroom and just watch what was happening in our house and with James. Mum and Gj tried to keep me involved as much as they could and James would sleep next to me but I couldn't feed him, change him or bathe him in that first week. It was a horrible feeling knowing that I was unable to get up to my son if he cried. I was terrified about being left alone with him in case I fainted or dropped him. Mum once again saved my life. She would feed me each day and slowly built my strength back up. By the second week I was able to start being apart of what was going on although I had to be taught how to do everything as Gj had been James primary caregiver. ...

**** Please note that there is a lot in this part that can be quite confronting to read. Trust me it's been incredibly hard to write. I have put a note where it starts to get a bit graphic **** That last week before I was induced went past in a blur. To know that it was almost all over and we were about to have the best prize at the end was so exciting. Each day Mum managed my pain to the hour. She had all my pain meds sorted and knew exactly what was needed at each time. If she didn't know something she wouldn't stop until she found out how to make it better. Even something as simple as keeping me comfortable. She was amazing! We could not have done this last part without her that's for sure. The hospital told us to ring at 6am on Thursday the 21st of September and they would let me know what time I should come in to be induced. We didn't tell anyone other that close family what was going on as I was already getting asked everyday about when he was coming and ...

Its now the middle of August. Gj and I had our first Anti Natal class at the hospital. I was in a lot of pain as I had stupidly been pushing myself too much. I had to sit with my legs up on a chair the whole time and couldn't take part in any of the exercises. I just wanted to be better and I was trying so hard to get excited about things more so for Gj as I didn't want this last part of our pregnancy to continue the way that it had. Unfortunately two days later I am back in hospital. I had gone to bed on the Sunday night in a lot of pain hoping that a good nights sleep would make me feel better. When I woke on the Monday I was in so much pain I was almost screaming. Poor Gj was about to get ready for work however he rang the maternity ward who said to bring me up straight away. They gave me morphine straight away and then took me down for an ultrasound which showed that both my bladder and kidney were not doing well. James was checked over and he was as usual doing more ...

It's the start of August and I had my baby shower coming up. My dear friend Tory was throwing it for me and I was so hoping that I was going to be able to make it as it was going to be near the Gold Coast. The list of things that I was having to miss out on was getting very very long. My brother's wedding was coming up around the same time that I was going to be induced and I was hoping and praying that we would still be able to go. I was booked in to have a stent change two days before the baby shower and we knew I had a couple of days where I wasn't in too much pain so in it was good timing in a weird way. During my pre-op check I was told that I was going to have to stay the night again but this time I would be on the maternity ward as I was further along. The maternity ward was a lot nicer than the surgical ward as it was quieter and also a better temperature. For this stent change I decided to go for a spinal block (very similar to an epidural). Dr Bowse wasn't...

It's the middle of July and we had our first appointment with Urology at the hospital since the stent was put in place. We were called in and the news was not great. They still could not get a clear enough picture of my kidney and what was going on. They couldn't use any other type of scanning machine as they would use radiation which was too harmful to baby. So what was the plan? They said they had no other option but to change my stent every four weeks. This would mean I would have to go to theater every four weeks until baby was born and once he was born they would be able to do everything that they couldn't do now because I was pregnant. This came to be my most hated expression "Oh we can't do that because you are pregnant”, “We could treat you so much better but you're pregnant so we can't" "We would give you this to stop your pain but we can't because you're pregnant". I know it sounds selfish and that I wasn...