Last Post...

Ok, now that I am no longer pregnant and Harriet is in the world, you can check out a new blog about the youngster at http://spytheharriet.blogspot.com

This will be the last post in this blog. Bye all!

Don't Forget...

...that there are photos available at http://users.tpg.com.au/adsl6itd/harriet/index.html.

These will be updated from time to time when new photos are available.

Back Again

Hi Guys

So I'm back and just posting in here to see if anyone is still checking this thing. If so then I'll write up a mini borth story here. Suffice to say that I made my presence known at the hospital! Hee hee! Harriet is absolutely awesome, about her only problem is that she's sleeping in the day rather than at night. Last night was great though, she was back to how she was sleeping at first (ie: waking only for feeds adn then dropping back off again asap). We're hoping that continues!

Anyway, leave a comment if you're still on this site and I'll keep updating.

Cheers!

More pictures

We have a whole bunch more pictures available

First Pic

Here's a quick pic, this one was taken by her grandpa on Wednesday night. She's about 10 hours old in this pic...

She's here

Harriet Dora Ryder arrived at 10:02am on the 17th August at Mercy Hospital, weighing in at 9 pounds 3 ounces (4.125kg - about the same as 12 cans of beer). Mother and baby are both fine; we will post more information and pics etc in the next few days.

Paranoid OB

Hi all again

Well I did go to the Ob appointment on Friday afternoon and when I was lying down having my FH measured, he asked casually how she has been going. I reply "Oh, she's been moving less in the last few days".

WELL!

You'd think that I mentioned she had half died or something. He looks at me and says "We take reduced foetal movement very seriously". *sigh* I am really not worried, but he starts looking as though he's about to pass out, so I agree to go and get a CTG scan at Mercy straight away. I mean I can still feel her moving around, but definitely not as much as she has been doing, but I thought that was all normal considering that she now has her head down in my pelvis and no room to move about in.

So I go and pick up Jimbo from work since it was late in the afternoon and he'd just been at a team bonding exercise so things were pretty slack around there anyway (sorry for taking you away from the fun, babe!). We drive down to Mercy Hospital in the pouring rain and get stuck in a horrendous traffic jam which makes a 10min drive stretch out into a fascinating 40-odd mins. When we get there the midwives place us in a room, give us both some juice with ice (mine was to get the monkeyspawn wriggling, his was to quench thirst) and starp me up to the CTG.

So the requirements for a normal foetal heartrate (FHR) are that it has to meet a certain baseline for a 20min period, with two elevations that rise above 15bpm on the baseline over that period. Hope that makes sense. So we sit there for ages with me strapped up to the monitor (you have an elastic band essentialy over the top of your belly and another band with the transducer and gel over the heartbeat). Luckily we watched cricket on their crystal clear SBS picture while we're hanging around. The midwife comes back in and says that it all looks good and that she's just going to call my OB and let him know.

WELL!

He decides that he wants to come in and see the trace...at 8pm on a Friday night! When he got in I said to him "Don't you have anything better to be doing on a Friday night?!". I mean it's great that he's all concerned and everything but really, no need to get that stressed. He says to us that it is essentially a perfect scan but that just to be sure he'd rather we went in on Saturday morning to get one more trace done just in case and if it's not up to scratch then he wants me to go for an u/s.

So we go in on Saturday morning (it's not like we have a whole pile left to sleep in with, so I was pretty disgruntled about having to give it up I can tell you). Wait around to get seen to for about 30mins (which was fine, they were busy) and then get another prefect trace. YAY! No scan for us, which was lucky because we were having my dad, his wife and daughter over for dinner that night and had done nothing yet to prepare for it.

But I suppose it did put into place for me the fact that it could really happen anytime soon now! So I drew up the groups for SMS-ing into my mobile phone. If you think we might not have your mobile number to be informed, then make sure you send me an email.

So anyway, that was our exciting weekend. The cats have been extraordinarily sooky around me the past couple of days so I wonder if they know something I don't?