Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
A few from the KTP photoblog that I'll double post:
My second attempt at sewing. One of the little girls at kinder invited Ethan to her birthday party, so we made her an apron and he chose a kids cookbook to go with it. This fabric was supposed to be for her room (quilt etc) and I just thought I'd use it and buy some more. It's out of stock now though, so we ended up with pale pink and white for her room instead. Still nice, but I do like this one better.
Well I guess she can't smile every waking moment...
But she sure smiles a lot...
Ethan helping bath her...
Someone turned 4 just after Amelia was born (like a week!) and I didn't get his immunisations done within 28 days so they cut off my childcare rebate. Buggers. (Like I had a few other things going on in those 28 days!!) Anyway... he's jabbed now. Poor darling. He didn't think very much of it obviously. Think he wanted to tell the nurse where to put her bubbles LOL.
But he got over it... eventually.
They decided they like sleeping in the spare bed, which is next to our room, instead of in thier own room down the other end of the house. With Amelia in our room it means their end of the house is not being used at all... They love it, and I love that they love each other so much.
So here's some catch up photos. These are from around April/May, so she's around 2.5-3.5mths, and they have kind of loaded in reverse order, and I don't have time to fix that right now, so lets just go with it hey...
Liam.... if I ever try and take a pic of Amelia and he see's me, he wants to be in it. He just can not get enough of her. He's about to head out the door to Auskick here, hence the footy top.
Remember I said I was going to attempt to sew. Here's my first attempt. I quite like it and it does get used.
Awww Daddy/Millie snuggles. Love.
She was fascinated by the light glass on the dark TV unit for a while there. She'd just stare and smile at it for ages. Who needs toys hey.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Snuggly in her new sling I made.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
(just to clarify... it's not him)
In the Millie world... everything is going well.
She had another trip to the doctor today. She has conjuntivitis. That would be all three of my bubs who have had it really young. She's happy though. It's not bothering her. Heck, not much bothers her. She's such a happy content little thing. She's growing so fast and chubbing up so deliciously. Her thighs! Man I just want to pinch em. Softly of course.
I went out to camera club tonight. Was a bit boring really, but hey still got me out of the house. But gosh I missed my girl so much! I was glad she wanted to be fed when I got home as it gave me a chance to go snuggle with her in the quiet. Bliss.
I'm attempting to sew. I'll let you know how that goes. It will either go great and I'll show pics, or the machine will be shoved back in the cupboard for a while. Possibly a long while.
I had a huge clean out of my study. Those who have been here will know how BAD it was. Now it's just a bit bad on the desk. Thankyou IKEA.... we will be back soon.
I've been good and have been updating the photoblog every day, so pop on over there to see more pics of Amelia. I'm being lazy and not uploading twice. The KTP link in the sidebar will take you there.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
(yeah, bit off topic from Amelia, but I'm sure she won't mind me stealing a post... cos I need help)
check the blog if you need a recap :)
(I'm looking forward to seeing what comes up - well as long as they are nice words LOL)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Got everyone ready and dropped off at school and childcare.
Gone to the doc (who, buy 9.30am was already running 1.5hours late)
Had Amelia immunised
Photographed a friends preggie belly
Finally finished editing Sarah's shoot
Done two loads of washing
Hung out one load, about to hang out the 2nd load
Folded the 4 loads of washing from the weekend
Put half of it away
Cook Pad Thai for dinner
Stalked the postie/courier for my new lens
Stalked the postie/courier for my new nappies
Stalked the postie/courier for my sample albums
Designed some tags and cards for work
Cleaned the kitchen and family room
Cleaned the ensuite
Picked everyone up from school and childcare
Listened to Liam's reader
Tidied his room (a little bit)
Half packaged Zoe's order
Updated the photoblog
Found my point and shoot camera.
Found the battery for the point and shoot camera and charged it.
Put Amelia in and out of the car 8 times.
Visited a neighbour (very quickly)
Got everyone showered (even Amelia got put in with Brett)
Cleaned out the fridge
Took out the rubbish
Looked at Amelia's (empty) scrapbooking album and told myself I can start it when these orders are out.
And fed and changed Amelia I don't know how many times.
Tomorrow's list will be just as big :)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
We had her RCH checkup today. It's exhausting going in there. Don't know how I did it every day. Must have just been running on adrenaline I think.
Cardiologist is happy with her. She's gained lots of weight and he's put her meds up to 1ml every 12 hours now. Also gave her the ok for immunisations. Not looking forward to those :(
Not sure if I recorded that she had her health centre check up. She was 8lb 9oz. Up a whole pound in a month!! She's the fastest weight gainer of all my bubs. She's now pretty much in 000 clothes. Still wearing her modern cloth nappies. Waiting on a delivery of more fabric so (mum) can make some more ;) Got the most adorable fabrics.
I've added a heap of photos of her to the KTP blog.
I've updated the KTP website too.
Still working on something else for the website. If you're in Melbourne and interested in a free shoot and discounted photos let me know and I'll send more details through as I work them out. (comment or email from KTP contact page on website)
My external hard drive is not playing nice and hasn't been for quite a while now. Everything is backed up so it's no problem really, but it's a pain in the tooshy all the same.
My little miss kept me up until 4.30am the other night. She continued with the games a while longer after that too, but Brett took her out to the lounge. The next thing I knew it was 7am, she was asleep in bed next to me, and he'd gone to work.
Liam had a school excursion yesterday (I think it was yesterday, so tired my days are mixed up). They walked to the beach and lifesaving club.
Okies... off to bed now.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I had a quick shower and then went up to special care to see her. There was a swarm of doctors and nurses around her. I understood that that were all busy attending to her needs and I just had to wait. A minute or so later a nurse (the only one I had who wasn't exactly nice!) came over and started telling me things, but I remember not being able to take any of it in. I coulnd't remember what she was telling me as soon as she'd said it. Nothing she was saying made any sense, and I felt like I was going to faint. I told Brett I felt sick and he started to walk me back to my room. Then the (not very nice) nurse started to tell me off. "Excuse me, you can't leave yet I need to tell you about your baby" Brett explained that I was sick and he'd be back in a minute. "Well I'm going home in a minute and I need to tell you this now". (She knew I'd just given birth 15 minutes beforehand). Another special care nurse stepped in and told the bossy one that I was going back to my room and she walked me back, telling me not to worry, that Amelia would be ok and that they could tell me everything later. My midwife came and put something into my IV and I fell asleep.
I woke up 2hours later when Amelia's pead came into my room to tell me that they thought she had a lung infection common in strep B babies and that she may have to be transferred to Monash or Royal Childrens, but they'd put up the oxygen in her isolette as high as they could and they were just hoping her lungs didn't begin to colapse. Brett had gone home to sleep (I'd been in labour all night) and I called him in tears, but he didn't answer and I knew he'd be alseep and nothing would wake him up. So I sat in my room and cried. Our parents, sisters etc all came in to visit and we all trecked up to Special Care two-by-two to show them Amelia. I think I'll always have the vision of her lying on her tummy, struggling to breathe, with tubes and wires all over her and medical equipment beeping, and lights flashing and at the time not knowing what any of it meant. Watching her chest rise and fall and just seeing that it was so much work for her to just breathe. Two days later I was discharged from hospital. Walking out of those doors was hard. Walking out through a crowded foyer, carrying stacks of pink gift bags and a huge pink "It's a GIRL" floating balloon attracts a lot of attention. People look around for the baby. But we didn't have ours with us and I was sad. But while my heart was sad, my head knew that it wasn't all that bad. She was alive and doing well. Some people don't even get that. It would only be a matter of time and we would be walking out those doors with her.
Her 8th day (exactly 1 week old) was such a fanstastic day. We got into the hospital and she was tollerating her feeds so she could have the IV out. Brett was able to hold her for the first time. She was dressed and the plan for the day was to give her her first bath, dress her nice and warm and put her in an open cot to see if she could hold her temp. Everything was going so well and it was looking like we'd have her home within a week or so. We all went home on cloud 9. So excited and relieved.
Just after 7pm I was out at the clothes line, when Brett came out and told me I'd just missed a phone call from the hospital (answering machine caught it). I called them straight back and listened a bit dumbfounded as they told me we had to come in because Amelia's heart had just had a bit of a fit. Both boys were alseep on the couch and by the time I'd hung up the phone Brett had already yelled out to a neighbour to come over. We took off and made it to Frankston in record time. We raced into special care. She wasn't in her isolette, she was in the treatment room/surgery. They explained to us everything that had happened. Her heart monitor had alarmed. Her heart rate which is usually around 120-150bpm was showing up at almost 300bpm. Her beautiful nurse Patricia had checked her with to make sure it wasn't the monitor playing up and realised she was in SVT. She was taken to the treatment room and two peads tried to shock her back to a normal heart rythm. It took 55 mins. They were just about to inject her with adenosine, when she suddenly reverted. She had Xrays, and a scan on her heart, but everything showed up normal. It could have been a once off thing, or it may not have. Her tests results were all sent through to RCH. Brett and I were in, standing with her about 10.30pm when they came in and told us RCH had said they wanted her sent up. We were both in tears, we couldn't understand why it was happening, it had all come out of the blue. They'd called for the NETS (Newborn Emergency Transport Services) Ambulance to come and collect her. NETS are based at Royal Womens, so we had about 1.5hrs while we waited for them to arrive.
Watching her be packed off and wheeled out was SO HARD. Again the vision of standing at the hospital enterence, watching that ambulance drive away with my baby inside it just broke my heart. While one of us could have gone in the ambulance with her we knew that would mean we'd be stuck at the hospital 2hrs away from home with no car in the middle of the night. We were already exhausted, so we decided the best thing to do was to go home and sleep and head up there first thing in the morning. Neither of us even knew how to get the hospital! We went home and while I was in the shower (crying again LOL) her nurse from the ambulance called to say they'd handed her over to RCH and that she had been fine the whole time. She hadn't even woken up.
She spent two weeks in 7 West (the cardiac ward) at RCH. Every day I went in to see her. I'd get up at 6am to call the hospital and see how she was overnight, and express before getting the boys up and ready for school. I'd drop Liam at school at 8.45, then drive out to Brett's parents to drop Ethan off with them. Then drive to my mums house and park my car there. Mum would pack my lunch for me every day. Dad would drive mum and I to the train station and we'd catch the train in to Melbourne Central, walke up the street and catch the tram to the front doors of the hospital. We'd get in there about 11.30am. We'd spend until about 4pm just cuddling our girl. (She seriously didn't get put back in her bed unless the doctors needed to to an ecg or check her LOL) Everyone would say to me "well you know she's in the best place" and while my head knew that was right, my heart just wanted to yell "NO, the best place for her is in my arms!" It was so nice to be able to hold her while she was at RCH though. Because she had her IV in again she could only be moved about 1m from her bed if that. So to weigh her the scales had to be bought right up to her bed and we'd be squishing in to put her on the scales, and the same with bathing her. I was able to do some Kangaroo Cuddles with her (skin to skin). Because we live quite a long way away, I was offered Ronald McDonald house to stay in, but I felt I needed to be home at night to maintain some sort of normalicy for the boys, especially as it was the first week back at school for Liam, and Ethan's first week of kinder. On the weekends though I stayed at her bedside. Because I was breastfeeding I could have free meals at the hospital, but I didn't end up doing that either, because mum always packed my food for me. (I think she knew I wouldn't eat if she didn't make me. Bless her :) ) So each day at 4pm mum and I would kiss our beautiful girl goodbye, catch the tram, and then the train home. Dad would be waiting at the station for us, drop us back at their house where I'd pick up my car, drive to Brett's parents, pick up the boys (they'd picked Liam up from school) and drive home. Then I'd call the hospital again every night to see how she was.
Each day/few days they'd make some sort of progress with her meds. Sometimes we'd think we found the right dose of medication, and then the SVT's would occur again. I never knew what I was going to hear when I called the hoppital. Some days they'd say she'd been great and had none, other times they'll tell me she had 3 overnight. They changed her over to a different drug and slowly upped the amounts on that and eventually got to a level where they knew it would hold off the SVT's.
I was so busy I didn't let myself stop and think too much at the time. It's reflecting back on it all now that I am reminded of how everything happens for a reason. While I beat myself up about what I had done to cause her to be born early, the simple fact is that it saved her life. If she had not been in special care, on monitors, we would have had no idea that there was anything wrong with her heart. We would have taken her home from hospital, and not have known anything until she went into cardiac arrest.
Our bub is with use today (like so many other bubs around Australia) because of the brilliant care she received at both Frankston hospital and Royal Childrens Hospital. You just can not put a price on your baby's life, and you just can not thank a team of doctors, nurses and specialists enough. The treatment Amelia received was nothing short of brilliant, and none of it cost us a cent. We go back every month to see her cardioligist. One of the leading specialists in Australia... and it does not cost a cent.
And as for the favour:
Well Amelia isn't the only bub to use this brilliant facility. My gorgeous friend Kylie, has also had quite a bit of experience with them :) To read about what she's doing, and help out read here
Time ran out and I have to do the school run... sorry to cut that post short (LOL SHORT!!?)
Friday, March 13, 2009
I have not 'officially' started back at work yet, but I did have a few past clients have newborns so I've been doing a few shoots. It's so good to get back into it. My phojo is back and I'm loving taking pics again. So.... here are a few more of my babes (can't say 'the boys' anymore can I).
Pic of me was taken by Kylie.
The last one was taken almost a month ago now! On her second day home. She had better not loose that hair!
Now I need to go take some snapshots so I can do some scrapping.
And on that... who's going to Crop for Kids? I'm going to work out a way to get there for sure. I remember working on it the past two years and saying "I've never had to use RCH, hopefully I'll never have to". Gee how quickly things can turn around :) So scrappers, go check it out and come if you can!!