Wednesday 24 March 2010

The Bedtime Routine

It's no good. It doesn't matter how many times I tell people ,they still get the bedtime routine wrong!
THE HISTORY OF THE BEDTIME ROUTINE
Since my sister was born in 1972 I have shared a bedroom with somebody. At first it was my older sister, then my younger sister and finally my husband. The bedtime routine goes back to my childhood. I have always been the last to say goodnight but also the first.
To signal I wanted my sister to be quiet I would say goodnight. She would then either say goodnight or ask another question. I would reply with goodnight being the last word. This would continue. Every time she said goodnight I would reply goodnight until she would finally be quiet and sleep.
Everybody I have ever shared a room with knows I have to have the last goodnight but it must follow a goodnight. I do not stop until I have had a reply.

TWITTER GOODNIGHT
I thought this was just in real life however I have discovered I am the same on twitter. I have to say 'goodnight' to indicate I am leaving but can't leave until I have had a 'goodnight' in reply. To this I then answer 'goodnight'. Any conversation entered into has to have a goodnight at the end of a sentence with my goodnight being the last.
RECENTLY SAYING GOODNIGHT HAS TAKEN A GOOD HALF HOUR!
So please, if you follow me on twitter, I say goodnight, you reply goodnight and then I say goodnight.
THANK YOU!

My First Baby

Giving birth has been a different experience with all four of my children. The first time took me by surprise. I know that sounds daft as I knew I was pregnant but my baby decided to come 3 weeks early.
I had written a few questions down for my midwife ready to ask her at my antenatal appointment a few days later but baby couldn't wait that long. It was 5am when I woke up and thought I had wet the bed. It took a few minutes to work out that that wasn't the case and my waters had broken. I woke my husband who went and phoned the hospital. They said not to bother coming in until I started having contractions so I changed sheets and went back to bed.
9am came and off we went to ASDA. I know most people would have gone to hospital but I still had some bits to get as, like I said, my baby had caught me by surprise. Walking round the shop was a little awkward - not because I was in labour and could feel contractions but because my waters had broken and every so often I could feel a dribble!
We got the shopping, went home, packed my hospital bag and phoned again. I was advised to take a bath and see if that helped. Still couldn't feel anything. Later that evening we phoned and went to hospital. I was told off for not coming in sooner although still nothing was happening. We saw a nice midwife who found my list of questions. The first one was what should I do when I go into labour. The midwife laughed as all my questions were irrelevant apart from one.
In my notes it mentioned something about the shape of my pelvis with question marks. My mum had had all 3 of her children by c section because her child bearing hips were not designed to bear children! I was worried that this was the same for me. The midwife shrugged and said I wasn't to worry.
I was put on a ward and told to wait and my husband was sent home. Well I waited and waited.Contractions came but I was told I still had to wait. Eventually somebody came and got me and took me to the delivery room. They called my husband back then too.
That's when the pain started. My baby was back to back with me and I was getting pain down my spine.I was told to breathe like they had taught me in classes. It was then I pointed out that I hadn't been to any classes. The gas was good but not really doing the trick so they decided to give me pethidine. I don't remember a lot after that.
What I do remember doesn't make a lot of sense. I was suddenly on a dive boat on the Solent with a blue hippo with pink spots as my dive buddy. I know this is highly unlikely but that's what I vividly remember!
I had a couple of doses of pethidine but after the second the baby really began to arrive. In fact as soon as she did she had to be whisked away to be given the antidote! Baby was fine and weighed in at 6lb 1/2oz. I could hold her in one hand and all the clothes I had swamped her.
The midwife in delivery was lovely but back on the ward wasn't so good. I got out of bed the next morning and collapsed. Nobody noticed! Came too and buzzed for help but was told to just get back in bed and stay there. This was my first born, I hadn't been to classes and I hadn't a clue what I was doing. The midwives just tutted.
Just after that there was a huge investigation with several midwives being sacked for bullying patients and other midwives. I decided I would never give birth in that hospital again. How wrong can you be!

Wednesday 10 March 2010

Discovering pregnancy.

Recently I have been reading blogs by other people relating to their experiences of motherhood, from potty training to tantrums. I thought it would be nice to join in but as my children range in ages and my memory isn't the best, those early years aren't quite so vivid.
That too set me thinking. There have been so many little things that I have wanted to know about me as a child but my mum isn't around to ask. I thought maybe it would be nice to write down bits that I do remember from my own experiences in case I'm not around when my children want to know things.
With that in mind I'm going to start at the very beginning. Well maybe not the VERY beginning although I do know the exact date of conception of 2 of my children I don't think the details are necessary!!!! Instead I'll start with discovering I was pregnant.


Pregnancy and giving birth has been different with all 4 of my children . Discovering I was pregnant differed too. With my first child I was on a diving weekend in Plymouth when I realised I was pregnant. In fact I was sat on the sea bed at 30m and leading a dive. It was really quite peculiar. I went out on the dive boat as normal, rolled off the side and descended to the seabed. The minute I got there a little voice in my head started shouting 'get to the surface now, you're pregnant'. At first I thought it was nitrogen narcosis but I couldn't get the voices to stop. We were only at the bottom for about 10 minutes when I signalled for the dive to be aborted. I got back on the RIB and made out I had a problem with my equipment whilst I sat thinking about the voices.
I had a long time to think too as we were diving in 2 waves and so I was sat on the boat getting colder and colder. In the end I was pushed onto floor of the boat with people trying to keep me awake. Our dive boat left the group early to get me to shore as quickly as possible. I remember my friend Jay dragging me out the boat and walking me back up to where we were staying. I was so cold I had stopped shivering. He started to take me into the boys bathroom to which I objected but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He ran me a warm shower and I remember him helping me out of my semi dry suit. He then marched me back to my room and waited outside for me to get dressed before making me a cuppa. I should have been thinking how lucky that the most fanciable man on the trip had just had a shower with me when all I thought was that I was hearing voices. I didn't dare tell anybody.
I wasn't even late with my period then but I knew I was pregnant. Luckily for me the weather took a turn for the worse and all diving was cancelled for the weekend. I came home and at the first chance went out and bought a test kit. Sure enough the voices were right and I was pregnant.
It didn't just happen once though. The voices came back with my second child. It was just as odd but I wasn't in a particularly awkward situation. In fact I was just out walking with my toddler. I had wanted to get home quicker so had started skipping down the road with my little girl. No sooner had I started bouncing up and down and the voices came back. Somebody in my head shouted 'stop jumping up and down like that, you're pregnant!' I stopped, walked a bit and then started skipping again. The voice said it again. I walked past my house and to the chemist for a pregnancy test and sure enough it was positive.I was only a day or so late then.
You'll be pleased to know there were no voices with my third child. I knew I was pregnant when I was a few days late but there were no voices. When I suspected I was pregnant I tried skipping to see what would happen but nobody yelled at me. They did come back for my fourth child though.
With the fourth it was slightly different. We went on a family holiday for New Year to Cornwall. We went with friends and my friend made me try the sunbeds. That's not when the voices came though. It was towards the end of the holiday and we went shopping. I bought myself a tight fitting leather pencil skirt. Don't ask me why. My fashion sense has never been great. When we got back to the lodge I tried it on and my friend said she would laugh if I was pregnant. My husband turned round and said ' if she gets pregnant , we get divorced'. As soon as he said it that little voice in my head went ' I hope you know a good solicitor, you're pregnant!' Stupid voice. I wasn't pregnant at the start of that holiday but I knew the voice had never been wrong before.
Whoops, I said I wasn't going to mention when they were conceived and actually that makes 3 children I can trace back to conception. Guess I'll leave it there for now.

I'm sure I'm not the only one knew before they knew. I'd like to hear your stories. Please comment

Saturday 6 March 2010

My Sister and Meningitis

Meningitis is a word that strikes fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. It's one of those nasty diseases you hear about and pray you never encounter. My family did encounter it though but we were lucky.

The first time I had really heard of meningitis was when I was at my cousins house. I was listening to a conversation about my cousin's friend. She was in her late teens and her parents were away. She was spending the day with her boyfriend but had a headache so sent him home. He phoned her that evening but got no answer so went round to her house. He found her dead in her bed. It all happened very quickly. She had meningitis and she died. That was all the information I knew. She had a really bad headache and died.
Jump forward 6 months to December 1990. My sister was 18, working at Waitrose on a Saturday an had d just started going out with her boyfriend. They went to a pub after work and my sister made 1 drink last all evening. A few days later she had an eye infection. It didn't hurt but her bottom eyelid was swollen and her eye was dripping.
My mum was a firm believer that if you weren't being sick then you could go to school so off to school my sister went. ( Where we lived you did A levels at the school you did your GCEs at). My sister chased her friends around trying to drip her eye on them as it seemed like a good game to play. Her home economics teacher wasn't so amused by the dripping eye and sent Helen home from school. This annoyed my mum but my sister found amusing.
The following morning Helen woke with a headache. She and I shared a room and I was just at home reading. There was nothing particularly out of the ordinary. Helen had a headache and a temperature just like we all had had a million times before. Mum came to check on her and we all sat laughing as normal. Then mum did something really unusual. For only the second time in my life my mum phoned the doctor and asked for a home visit. This was unheard of. The last time she had done that was when everybody in the house, apart from me, had got he mumps. I don't know why she did and mum never could say why she did either.
I stayed in my bedroom that morning reading. We were waiting for the doctor. Helen slept. Mum took her temperature and asked me to look to see if I could see a rash. I couldn't. A locum doctor arrived and came up to look at Helen. She didn't wake up when he looked at her. He was in the room no more than 5 minutes. He looked at mum and said ' I don't want to alarm you but I'm going to phone for an ambulance' He went downstairs and made the call.
The doctor's surgery was at the bottom of the road. He asked if I could walk down and collect a letter from the surgery and give it to the ambulance men. I don't know why he didn't write it there and then, maybe her doctor needed to sign it. I know he left by car and I walked down to the surgery. My sister's friend's mum was the receptionist on duty. She looked white when she gave me the letter I needed. I ran home and arrived before the ambulance.
Mum was with Helen but went to wait for the ambulance when I got back. She showed me the rash on my sister's body before she left the room. Two ambulance men arrived to collect my sister. When they tried to get her she started screaming and hitting them. Looking back it was a funny sight as these two burly men were being beaten by a screaming banshee. Mum couldn't watch. They decided they needed to restrain her and one left to get a stretcher/wheelchair.
My sister was still in bed and the ambulanceman asked me if she was decent under the covers. I didn't know the answer. They pulled back the covers and she wasn't. Whoops! They asked if I could get her dressed. 2 minutes earlier she had been a screaming banshee with flailing fists but she was my sister so of course I would put some underwear on her. I searched her draw for her lucky knickers as I knew she would need those. The men had left the room but came back in. Helen had gone quiet by now so they got her out of bed into the chair where they strapped her on and carried her to the waiting ambulance. I watched them load her in and I watched my mum get in to. The doors closed and they drove off.
As they were closing the doors my neighbour was driving down the road. She stopped the car and got out. I remember her asking if everything was OK. I remember shaking and telling her I had to wait for the ambulance to be out of sight. I couldn't cry until mum and Helen were out of sight as they were relying on me. When the ambulance vanished I told 'auntie' Jenny what had happened. She was supposed to be going out but cancelled her plans.
I sort of switched from tears to bossy mode. Granny had phoned when the ambulance had turned up which is why mum wasn't in the room. Mum hadn't told her it was expected meningitis as Granny was 84 and very easily distressed. She did know Helen was going to hospital though so I sent auntie Jenny to Granny to make sure she was alright.
Next I tried to contact Dad. It was Christmas and he was at a Christmas lunch. His office didn't know when he would be back. I phoned his office 3 times. On the last call I his boss answered and asked what the problem was. I told him Dad needed to go straight to St Heliers as Helen was ill. I wrote Dad a note and left it on the kitchen table and then got in the car and drove to the hospital. I hadn't been there since I was born and wasn't exactly sure of the way but knew roughly here it was!
I found Mum in the waiting room. Helen had been taken for tests. Whilst we were sat there she was wheeled past us. She looked terrible. They took her for a lumbar puncture. We sat waiting for ages. Dad arrived whilst we were waiting. He'd gone straight home from his lunch and found the note on the table. As an ex policeman he knew exactly where to go for the hospital. Eventually we were taken to the relatives room. Helen was on a life support machine in intensive care. We were warned she was going to be all wired up and was in a coma so wouldn't be able to communicate with us. We were also given tablets to take, antibiotics, to stop us getting it too.
That evening Mum and dad sent me home. I phoned Granny to let her know what was going on. Nobody had told us about the side effects of the tablets. They turned your wee bright orange. Dad came home later that night.He had had a nasty experience in the public toilets whilst using the urinals. Bright orange pee in front of an audience was something he would have preferred not to happen! We had forgotten Helen was supposed to be going out with her boyfriend too! He called to find out why he had been stood up and dad told him what had happened. In the morning we phoned the hospital to check. There had been no change. They had however let her boyfriend in to sit with her as he had turned up at the hospital at midnight with his parents.
Dad went back to the hospital in the morning. Meningitis is one of those diseases where everybody who has been near it has to be told. Dad asked if I could phone school as he didn't want the health authority contacting them before we had. I remember phoning and asking the secretary if I could speak to the Head teacher. They were busy and would phone me back. 2 hours later I phoned again. They were still too busy to speak to me. 1/2 hour later the phone rang. It was Mrs Batterley, my old French teacher. When she said who it was I wanted to stand up and say Bonjour madame but resisted the urge. The health authority had just been in contact with the school. Mrs Batterley was head of sixth form and was phoning to apologise for not returning our calls. She wanted to know all the details and could she keep phoning for updates.
I went back to the hospital then. We were told the first 24hours would decide if she would live or die and the next 24 hours would decide how much damage there was. Dad took mum home whilst I was there. She had survived 24 hours so that was good. Mum wanted to locate my older sister and get her home. She was away at the time and we didn't have contacted details. Now nobody in my family is allowed to go away without giving every detail possible! I remember talking to Helen and playing New Kids on the Block music to her. When mum and dad came back I went home. School phoned again for an update.
Helen came round after 48 hours. There was no obvious side effects at the start. She was still very poorly though. When I went to visit her I told her I'd put her in her lucky knickers. She looked at me in horror. Apparently she'd failed every exam she wore her lucky knickers in! When she checked though I had put her in the wrong knickers so they became her knew lucky pair!
I remember having to collect her friends from school and take them to visit her. It was Christmas so they had Christmas and get well presents for her. Every evening when her boyfriend finished work he went to the hospital and stayed with her. They'd only been out once! It was Christmas Eve when they let her out of hospital. Her boyfriend came to visit every day. In the end he was given a bed in the spare room to save him travelling . He sort of moved in then and is now her husband. They bought the house from my Dad after Mum died so basically have lived there together since 1990.

The only side effect she was left with was an extreme tiredness. She can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. In fact she has been known to fall asleep in mid telephone conversation, even when she is the one talking!She is one of the lucky ones. We nearly lost her so the fact she falls asleep talking to us is something we are all happy to put up with.
We don't know why she caught it. Apparently the meningitis germs can live dormant in your body with no trouble. Helen is convinced she caught it because she left her drink at the pub standing for so long without drinking it. She thinks the germs in the air got in her drink over time and that's why she got it. I think that's just an excuse to down her drinks fast and drink more.
I know I have seen a meningitis rash. I know to look out for a headache and a temperature. I also know that her eye infection was part of the meningitis as it can often start with an apparently unrelated infection.