My Hormonal Rollercoaster!

Hello All,

 

Hope you’re well!

 

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while but wanted to ensure I was really in the mood and in the right zone to do so.  It isn’t always easy reflecting back to tough times as even the thought of the past stirs back strong emotions. I wanted to talk about life immediately after Arjun’s birth and a glimpse of life today.

 

So as you know from my birth story (My Birth Story), things didn’t quite go to plan.  By nature (incase you hadn’t noticed!) I’m quite an organised person, I like order, I like to know what’s going on and I like to have a plan.  I was quite flexible (by my standards!) when it came to approaching labour as I knew my hypertension meant that things may not pan out how I wanted but I was optimistic nevertheless. 

 

I had the nursery ready, my labour bag all packed, my last minute bits list all sorted and I felt really ready and prepared for it all.  There was nothing more I could really have done at that point. 

 

I had a check list of things I wanted as soon as my baby was born – for us to say a prayer together, to have skin to skin contact and for me to breast feed to name a few. All of those things went straight out the window when he was born.  Though I say I was open minded about labour, in hindsight I probably wasn’t. Or I probably didn’t think about the consequences of different scenarios enough and so what happened ended up sending me in to a downward spiral of guilt, sadness and vulnerability.

 

When I woke up in ICU and realised I’d given birth and I hadn’t even held my beautiful baby yet, I can’t describe how I felt. Did he even know who I was? That I was his mummy? That he lived inside me for nine months? Would he ever love me how he would have had we had skin to skin? Did he have the best start in life and would he be blessed without us having said our prayer that we’d planned? Will he get enough nutrients without my breast milk? How did I let all this happen? Why the hell couldn’t I just have pushed a bit harder?! I felt like such a failure and it just all felt way too much for me – I felt so disappointed and let down by my own self. I felt like it was my fault I wasn’t able to push, and that I ended up having a C section and in turn was in such a state.  In reality, I never would have been able to give birth naturally to Arjun as his head was too far up but my rational side had done a runner.  I really should have been focusing on the fact that my baby was born healthy and alive.  But for some reason my mind kept dragging me in to a deep hole of self hate.  It was horrible.  It made me feel mentally more exhausted than I already was and it made me feel extremely selfish. 

 

I remember waking up and asking Preetam to show me our boy – I couldn’t even hold him comfortably but he was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe he was here.  I couldn’t get my head around the fact that he lived inside me.  How crazy? How did he fit?!  

 

Family pic - looking our best :|

These thoughts were soon interrupted by a sharp pain in my abdomen – the painkillers had started to wear off.   Then reality hit – Preetam had already fed him his first feed, changed his first nappy and had his first cuddle.  All without me.  Although I was so so grateful to have Preetam there (he was absolutely amazing and so hands on despite everything he had to witness), I felt so gutted. I just felt like a useless mother.  I can often be my own worst enemy – my personal standards are so high that sometimes I need to give myself a break. But I don’t know how to.

 

Preetam still in his scrubs in awe of his little boy x

 

Hands on daddy (he does the tongue thing when concentrating and Arjun does it too! - Like father like son) x

The midwife bought me over some toast and jam with tea – toast and jam has never tasted so good! Especially as it had been almost 40 hours since I’d last eaten. I felt like I had a little more energy.

 

I messaged my family and was so pleased that they were all so overjoyed and thrilled.  This wasn’t just about me, this was about our parents becoming grandparents – something they have waited for.  They were so emotional and it made me forget about all my pain for a short while.  I was so happy we were able to give them that gift. I couldn’t wait for them to meet him.

 

Proud grandparents - they met Arjun later that day x

I tried to breast feed whilst in ICU, it’s a little bit of a blur but I remember Arjun latching on quite easy. It felt nice – I was able to give him something that no one else could.  But soon in to it, the panging pain of my scar started again and I was unable to carry on for too long.

 

Preetam had been awake for over 48 hours by this point so he asked my sister to come and swap with him so he could go home and freshen up. I don’t think words will ever be able to explain how grateful I was to have Preetam and my sisters there with me throughout. God put me in a situation that I struggled with but he put all the right people around me including the hospital staff – they were angels in uniform.

 

I remember when Goov arrived, I was so tired, exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open. I asked her to watch over Arjun whilst I slept.  I knew how uncomfortable she was around babies but I felt she’d do a better job than I would at that point.  I fell asleep.  I know the next few hours whilst I slept were really daunting for her – she was as clueless as I was. Instead of panicking (which she’d normally do!), she got on with things for my sake – she knew I needed her.

 

I woke up and she’d changed his nappy (with a little assistance!) and managed to put him to sleep.  Even my sister had changed a nappy before I could and managed to comfort my baby.  The thought of having to lift myself out of bed and then have to lean over to change my baby’s nappy was frightening – I didn’t understand where I was meant to find the strength to do it. My body was aching, my abdomen was throbbing and I felt drained.

 

Proud masi x

One of the many midwives that were by my side helping Goov to change Arjun's nappy lol

 

 

 

Because I was so exhausted, Preetam made the decision for us that I would attempt breast feeding during the day (my wish) and we’d bottle feed at night so he could do night shift and I could rest and recover. I was so thankful to him for calling that shot because had I made that decision, I probably would have beat myself up over it. It really helped being able to sleep at night whilst he took care of Arjun.

 

I stayed for an extra two nights after Arjun was born but the hospital were kind enough to let Preetam stay with me and also to allow one of the twins to come and spend the day with me to help me.  I really appreciated the midwives care and sympathy.  It made a huge difference.  During the night, the midwives often came in to have a cuddle and to help feed Arjun and put him to sleep – I learnt so many different ways of burping him and holding him! They were amazing and I still think of them today.  Initially I begged to be discharged the next day but my consultant and the midwife on duty were adamant that I needed to stay a little longer.  I’m glad I did as I was given morphine whilst at the hospital which really helped.  I was also offered so much support. Although it was a tough situation, I have such fond memories of my time at the hospital – parts of my ordeal make me smile :) The midwives from Triage and the ante natal ward would come and see me to have a cuddle with Arjun and to see how I was doing. They are such blessed souls.

 

Another one of my angels helping me with Arjun during the night x

My sisters took the next two weeks off from work to stay with Preetam and I – I’m so lucky to have not one but two sisters.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay them for how much they helped us.  I felt so much more comfortable having Preetam and them around as I felt so useless. I wasn’t mobile on my own – Preetam had to take me to the bathroom and help me shower so how was I meant to take care of my baby? I couldn’t even place him down in his moses basket because it hurt so much. Surely I should’ve found the strength from somewhere just by looking at my son? I didn’t. And it just reinforced my self opinion of being a failure.

 

One of many selfies with the twins and Arjun whilst they stayed over x

I slowly became really reliant on Preetam and the twins and began to lose any confidence that I could do this myself. I didn’t change Arjun’s nappy till he was two weeks old.  TWO WEEKS! The feeling of being under confident still trickles through today – to some peoples surprise. 

 

Our first outing was to the Gurdwara (Sikh temple) to seek God’s blessings and to thank the almighty for giving us such a perfect little baby.  What would have usually taken 15 minutes took us about an hour.  During the ardaas (prayer), I had an excruciating pain and the Giani (priest) offered to bring me over a chair. I felt so embarrassed but didn’t understand why. It was ok to be in pain a few days after major surgery! I wasn’t able to hold Arjun at all at the temple but was so glad we got to go.  I felt so much better –he’d been blessed. I also felt a lot more balanced in that moment – I always find gong to the Gurdwara centres me. I find it so peaceful.

 

Our trip to the Gurdwara x

Preetam decided to take an extra two weeks off from work (four weeks in total) to give me the emotional, mental and physical support that I needed. I was relieved.  We went out for lunch one day just to get out of the house – it was so difficult moving, everything took so much longer and was such an effort as I was in so much pain and found it so tiring. I was no longer on morphine but on regular Codydramol and Paracetamol and it wasn’t doing much for me. I knew I had to keep trying to become better mobile as soon Preetam would also be returning to work.

 

Our first lunch out as a family x

By this time (after three weeks), I’d given up breast feeding as I was really struggling to cope with it – Arjun was constantly hungry. I also knew it’d hinder me going out comfortably and I’d end up spending even more time at home than I wanted to. Giving up breast feeding wasn’t an easy decision either – something else I beat myself up over.  Was I going to be able to form that same bond with him? I soon realised that even with bottle feeding, your baby gazes in to your eyes the same way.  I definitely agree that breast is best but it just didn’t work for me and I felt the pressure from the health visitors.

 

The night before Preetam’s return to work, I remember panicking. How was I going to do this? Was I going to be able to care for my baby all alone!? Everyone told me I’d know what his cries meant – but I didn’t!  Did that mean I was a bad mum?!

 

I wasn’t able to drive, I could just about manage to move comfortably alone by this point. What if I fell down the stairs with him? What if he didn’t want to be with me because he became so used to everyone else? What if he rejected me? I felt so down, so useless and so scared. Even the smallest task felt like a huge challenge and everything was starting to cave in on me.

 

The health visitor was coming to see us often and it was her that highlighted I was showing quite a few of the symptoms of Post Natal Depression (PND) – something I’d heard of. I knew I was prone to it especially after a car accident I had in 2009 where I was left with a fractured skull and suffered from post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). I was very self aware but because I was so self aware I thought I'd be able to control it. Not quite the case when your body is raging with hormones and when the course of action is completely different to how you imagined it. Still, luckily I wasn't too far gone and it was picked up early. 

 

I remember describing to the health visitor how everything felt so “big” and difficult. How I didn’t feel like leaving the house – even to go in the garden (it was sunny then).  She asked me why I didn’t take Arjun in the garden sometimes and eat lunch out there (we are blessed with a beautiful garden).  I explained to her that that task seemed far too big for me – it wasn’t just a case of sitting outside, it was packing the things I needed for the baby, putting out a mat, taking out some sort of shade, taking out my lunch, taking out his bottle, ensuring the dog was locked away, plus how was I meant to transport everything to the garden whilst leaving the baby inside?  My brain was processing things in such a complicated and irrational manner. It was so difficult. Even though I knew it was irrational, I couldn’t help myself. 

 

The thought of taking him out for a walk was the same – packing his bag, taking the push chair out, getting him dressed for outdoors. Everything just felt like too much.

 

I also had this massive guilt that I was relying on others – my mum was cooking for me at least every other day, and her or my dad would drive from their home to mine to drop off food (at least a 20 minute drive) – my mum had a heart attack a few years ago and I worry about her so much, so the feeling of adding to her running around stressed me out! The thought of Preetam going to work and coming home and having to help me. The amount the twins had done for me was overwhelming. I just found everything so overwhelming.  I was so grateful for the support.

 

I remember Mane (my sister in law) taking the day off to come and spend some time with us, she knew the emotions I was riding.  She grabbed some lunch for us from M&S and helped me take Arjun’s things in to the garden for us to sit outside.  Those kinds of gestures meant so much to me.  People were taking out the time to try help and make things better.

 

 

As time went on and by working with my health visitor who was visiting we weekly, we established baby milestones for me to accomplish. Such as “take Arjun for a 10 minute walk”.  I found an easier way for me to get out a bit more was by doing things with friends; my NCT friends, my other friends with babies, my relatives with babies.  It made a difference being in the company of others.  Perhaps it was a comfort thing – knowing the mothers would know what to do if something happened.  I was released from their care only once my health visitor was comfortable that I was ok – that was when Arjun turned seven weeks.

 

Our first walk alone x

 

It’s really difficult for those that haven’t been through PND to really understand it – post birth your body is still full of crazy hormones and sometimes those hormones manifest in such a way that you can’t really control. I was lucky that I had the support and help of my family and friends to help me get through it as soon as the signs appeared.  I listened to lots of prayers – as I have always done which also helps to cleanse my mind. 

 

PND affects one in ten women after having a baby.  Baby blues are common after giving birth, however if your symptoms are more persistent and don’t seem to fade, it’s important you seek help from your doctor or the health visitor before it gets worse.  It doesn’t make you a bad mother and it is so much more common than you may realise.  

 

I would recommend partners of those expecting to read up on PND prior to the arrival of your little one so they are also aware of the symptoms. 

 

Symptoms can include the following:

• A constant feeling of sadness and low mood
• A loss of interest in the world around you and you no longer enjoy doing the things that you used to
• A lack of energy and constant fatigue
• Disrupted sleep
• Difficulties with concentrating and making decision
• Low self confidence
• A change in appetite
• Feeling agitated or uninterested
• Feelings of guilt and self blame
• And in extreme cases; thinking about suicide and self harming

PND can affect your day-to-day life. Some mothers feel they're unable to look after their baby, or are too anxious to leave the house or keep in touch with friends.

 

Even today I sometimes find simple things really challenging – can you believe I’ve never taken Arjun to a shopping centre by myself? Because it’s still a fear of mine despite coming across as quite confident.  I still have so many and sometimes I feel like it hinders my ability to be a “good mum”.  I’m scared to do things alone and seek comfort in having someone with me be it another mummy and baby or be it Preetam or my sisters.

 

I’ve definitely come a long way – I’m comfortable being alone with Arjun at home but the thought of taking him to public places alone does make me feel slightly panicked.  It’s on my to do list to take him to Westfield alone one of these days! I feel “ready”! Now it’s Preetam that has to ask me “when do I feed him?” or “how much milk  do I give him” – mummy knows best! :)

 For more information on PND: http://www.nhs.uk/conditions/Postnataldepression/Pages/Introduction.aspx

Preetam and Arjun have an indescribable bond – I’m not sure if it is to do with Preetam caring for him in the first few hours of his life, but it’s so special. Words can’t do it any justice – you have to just see it.  The way Arjun looks at him, his mannerism around him and vice versa.  I feel really lucky to have a husband that was able to handle things how Preetam did – Arjun is truly blessed to have a father like him.

 

A lot of people, especially since I started my blog, comment on what an amazing job I’m doing – I’m really grateful and humbled by the comments but I also wanted to highlight that I have had some tough battles and continue to do so and don’t always feel like I’m doing an amazing job.  You’ll notice that a lot of what I do is centred around our home as opposed to going out because that is my comfort.  Every mother does her best and every mother has her own struggles, battles and challenges – mentally physically and emotionally! You are all bloody amazing in my opinion and I find you all inspiring in some way!

 

Sorry for the super long post! Thank you for reading (if you haven't fallen asleep and have managed to get this far!).

 

What have your battles been during and post pregnancy and how have you dealt with them?x

 

Guest Post: My Birth Story ... Through the Eyes of a Birthing Partner

Hello all! 

Firstly we wanted to wish you all a very happy new year! 2014 was definitely my fave! We celebrated by staying in with my sisters and a friend, watching movies and eating junk! Arjun had a late night and fell asleep on the bottle at 10pm haha.  How did you celebrate?

Upon reflecting on 2014, my sister offered to write a guest post for my blog.  I thought it was a beautiful idea and was really pleased she was up for it. 

The following post is written by my sister, Goov, who ended up being my second birthing partner at the very last minute. I don't know what Preetam and I would have done without her. Just having a second person there made both of us that little bit stronger. It also meant that Preetam got a break during my week at the hospital. She was absolutely amazing especially given she's not usually the greatest in such situations haha.  Both my twin sisters have been absolutely incredible - I'll be blogging about this separately in the near future :)

Goov was unable to come to theatre with me so went through her own rollercoaster of emotions not knowing what was going on whilst at the same time my husband who was in theatre was facing a different type of unknown -  I know the aftermath of when Arjun was born was one of the hardest things he's ever had to deal with – Arjun was taken away as his temperature dropped drastically and I fell unconscious. I can’t really imagine what that must have felt like.  But I have a small idea from his display of emotions over the few days after Arjun was born :(

I found Goov’s account super emotional to read as I guess for us ladies when we are in labour we forget about everything once we see our little bundles of joy but for those around us it's probably a little more prominent and therefore harder to forget having to watch their loved ones go through what they do during labour. We're probably quite quick to forget (I am definitely guilty of that!). 

 

A huge thanks to Goov for taking the time out to reflect.  Love you and Harv both so much x

Here it is ...

At the turn of the new year, we always reflect back on our highlights of the last 365 days. For me, it would without a doubt be the day gorgeous little Arjun was born. Or rather, the 84 hours leading to his arrival! I know you’re thinking “why on earth would those 84 hours be a highlight seeing how traumatic it was!?” Well, let me tell you. Here is my birthing partner story.

So on the Sunday that Harps was being induced, I had cooked up a mean pasta to take with me whilst visiting her in hospital for her to eat. Preetam popped home to get things ready for baby’s arrival and sort out Bruno the dog at home. When I arrived and offered Harps my pasta – she categorically refused, she was in no position to be eating a gourmet meal whilst her contractions were getting under way! She was showing me how solid her stomach would become as the contractions came on – its mind boggling what the human body does to itself so naturally.

 

As the time was quickly passing, she continued to do her prayers and log the contractions using the app on her phone. When she found it too painful, she tossed me her phone so I could update it – she’s definitely one to stay on top of things no matter the circumstances even if it is data entry in an app! Soon enough, the midwife came along and as much as I’d love to say “the rest was history and here’s baby Arj...” you’ve all read Harps’ birth story – it wasn’t quite the case.

 

For me, hearing the words “we better take you down to the labour ward” were the scariest thing I could hear. Madam doesn’t travel light either so in my fear and haste to get down to the labour ward, I also had to pack all her things up – this felt like it took forever. Immediately I called Preetam and within about 4 mins, he had raced to the hospital and had met us at the entrance to the ward – perfect timing! I’d help settle her in and leave them to endure the process ahead. Not quite. I ended up hanging around a little longer, with both Harps and Preetam asking me to – I think they were both very nervous so having a third person there was in some way a comfort. The senior midwife came in to do an internal examination and check how well the pessary was working down under (sorry for the visual).

I have never heard such a scream – ever.

My family and friends will tell you how big a cry baby I am. I cry over the smallest things be it out of joy or sadness. I heard this shrill scream and did not cry. Seeing my brother in law hold on to his wife crying out like that with tears in his eyes I still didn’t cry. I was in absolute shock. Was this what she would have to endure? At this point, even as a bystander, its difficult to remember that by the end there would be a precious new life in the world! And after all that, she was 0cm dilated. (DO NOT be put off by that – I’ll explain why later!) Naturally, both grandmas to be and aunties to be were messaging asking for updates. To have previously sent a quick message around saying we were in the labour ward and stirring up tons of excitement to then having to tell them that actually it may be a while was difficult!

Eventually it was time to go home and as mummy-to-be started feeling the effects of the pethidine I snuck out, full on the pasta that she still refused to eat because she was in so much pain but insisted I eat because I had ended up sticking around for much longer than anticipated!

The next day I was at work when I got a message that Harps would like me to be her 2nd birthing partner. My twin sister couldn’t get time off work and my manager happened to be really understanding. Even saying that I refused. After what I witnessed the night before I was petrified and that wasn’t even the main event! Nothing would persuade me. Something somehow did. I still don’t know or remember what changed my mind but I found myself the next day at the hospital, helping Harps walk around to let gravity do its job, running up and down in turns with my brother in law to get Costa Peach Lemonade, sending updates to the family.

Still no dilation.

I would then go back home, with my phone on full blast volume like the rest of the family, waiting for the call that just would not come!

Days later, we headed down for the epidural and to force the waters to break. Bear in mind, I know absolutely nothing about child birth or the process or anything of the sort. An anaesthetist came and explained the process and the side effects at which point I’m thinking “It can’t be that bad? Surely?” She then sprayed a substance to numb the back before administering the epidural. That alone was hard to witness, she was in a state. Whilst Harps clung on to Preetam for dear life and he was doing everything in his power to remain strong for her, I held her hand. We both kept talking to her throughout the process. Even when she wanted me to shut up, I would mention things we find funny – y’know, private sister jokes that kinda thing – to keep her mind off of the four attempts we could see the anaesthetist make behind her.

Eventually, several screams, tears and even laughs later, she was ready to go. Another thing to remember is that at this point, we’d all lost any sense of time so I couldn’t tell you on which day this all happened. Once her waters were broken, I was getting so excited, finally I’d get to meet my niece or nephew – I was absolutely certain it was a girl (!). As the hours wore on, we were given 2 reclining chairs positioned right underneath the air conditioning. This was going to be interesting.

As I endured the lovely Real Housewives of different states in America that kept Harps entertained, she was becoming more numb and feeling less pain and just pressure.

As the day and then night wore on, the midwives were becoming increasingly more concerned about the baby’s position and the monitor kept showing the heart rate was dropping so whilst Harps was dozing off, they kept having to wake her to change positions. This is probably the first she’ll know about it, but at that point I was extremely nervous and scared about what would unfold over the next few hours. The midwives were absolutely amazing and did not show an ounce of worry but when you are faced with the situation at hand you sit there and think, I don’t know what I can do here to help and I don’t want to add any more stress but AHHHHHHHHHH!

When the time came to push, we egged her on like we had never done so before! She told us she couldn’t do it. She fell asleep in between the spurts of pushing. She told us again she couldn’t do it. But we told her she could, because look at how much she had been through, over 4 days she had been contracting and tugged at and examined and awakened. I know now that some birth stories are the same, better or worse. Either way, I have an unbelievably new found deep respect for women, our mothers and grandmothers and mothers before that who would have had to endure this pain without the support of the amazing medical staff and facilities available now.

So she’s been pushing for hours and still no sign of baby.  I’m still thinking how lucky am I that I will be witnessing #1 the birth of my sister's baby but also #2 my niece or nephew who I can tell this story to for years to come when they’re answering us all back! It was well into the early hours of the morning - FYI I’m definitely a natural sleeper. Let it be known, when you are in this situation, there is no such thing as sleep or tiredness. You can’t dare mention being tired in front of a lady in labour either – I’ve learnt the hard way (!).

 

The consultant on duty soon came in and decided that she would be taken into theatre to try forceps/ventouse. I was extremely disheartened to hear this because she had tried for so long to do this naturally. All of a sudden there was a mad rush and midwives and doctors were pulling wires out and taking the brakes off the bed and grabbing all sorts and pushing open the doors and out they went. Only one person was allowed in theatre so I was left in that delivery suite for what felt like an eternity. I was gutted that I didn’t get to see the birth of my gorgeous nephew but was feeling sick with worry about my sisters health because as they took her she was close to passing out!

I literally just sat there praying for hours and eventually Preetam came in to say with joy that their gorgeous baby boy was born at 5.31am but something wasn’t right. Harps was really unwell and he needed to grab her things as they moved her to ICU. At this point I went back to their house to shower up and let everyone know that they needn’t worry about anything – even though I wasn’t sure what state mum and baby were in as it was literally a whirlwind. When we found out what happened afterwards, even now, it makes us all as a family very emotional because none of us would want the first minutes of such a joyous occasion to be like that.

That day, once Harps was awake and conscious and comfortable, Preetam asked me to come to the hospital to meet my baby nephew as I was only a few minutes up the road from the hospital. He needed to get home and shower and even rest as he hadn’t slept for about 30 hours at this point. I quickly obliged. 

Here’s our first pic together:

When Preetam left, it quickly dawned on me – Harps couldn’t move because of the effects of the epidural and the C-section so when the midwife came to say we should check baby’s nappy I looked the other way. Little did I know I’d end up changing a pooey tar-like nappy for the first time much much much quicker than I had anticipated.

My twin sister works with children including babies in a nursery, she’s amazing with them. Me, on the other hand, its a universal truth that I'm not very good at all with kids. By the end of those first few hours, I had changed a couple of nappies and rocked him to sleep.  This was monumental for me and spending that much time with him I just kept falling in love with him – he was absolutely gorgeous. I'd  say I'm a pro now. We definitely had some fun very early on:

"Plotting to take over the World"

West side

And we continue to do so! I said earlier not to let the scary parts of the story put any aspiring mums or expectant mums to be off because even after absolutely everything...I can’t wait to go through it myself one day. I know – it’s crazy and Harps will say the same. But it is absolutely worth it and all mums out there will agree. As an aunty it’s the most precious thing so as a mother, I can only imagine that it’s priceless and indescribable. Needless to say, it was an honour being Harps' 2nd birthing partner!

My handsome little nephew and I

 

Arjun and his twin aunties/masis

 Thanks for reading! :)

Goov x