Archive for May, 2008

Another birthday, Amy’s. Today little pumpkin is 3. There was a major party at her house, I lost count of the number of toddlers and babies, the noise was incredible. I had received strict instructions from the birthday girl about her requirements for the birthday cake; a pink bear, with a yellow flower and a green ribbon. I cheated by using a bear-shaped tin, she seemed pleased with my effort and that’s what counts.

Son called round just as the party started, and shocked his sisters with how ill he looks. It’s only 5 days since we last saw him but he looks really ill today, a waxy-yellow and very drawn. Talking to him he disclosed that he has lost 1 stone in 2 weeks. He had just been to see his Consultant as he is in a great deal of pain and is unable to eat anything much at the moment, she has changed his medication, hopefully that will send this flare-up of his ulcerative colitis into remission in time for his wedding, only 2 weeks away now. I feel really sorry for him, horrid disease to have. There is a query as to whether it is an autoimmune disease and this makes me feel guilty that I may have made him more susceptible since I have thyroiditis and rheumatoid arthritis, both autoimmune disorders, and the thyroid disease being familial as both my Mother and Sister have it. In one of the pages I have read about ulcerative colitis they suggest that breastfeeding may provide protection against it, well it didn’t in my Son’s case, it also didn’t prevent him from having infantile eczema, so he is an exception to the rule, I suspect that he may be one of many.

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Sunny times

Jamie and Louis enjoying the sunshine

This has been a real family weekend. Yesterday morning Jack and Izzy were deposited at Nanny’s house so their Mummy and Daddy could have a responsibilty free 24 hours. Thankfully they were both wonderful, happy little souls who behaved like angels, even letting Nanny sleep until 7.45. Their Mummy and Daddy returned at midday today and then Amy, the Twins and their Mummy and Daddy arrived. Grandad barbequed up a storm, even making home-made beefburgers, whilst Nanny’s contribution was baked alaska, not home-made, and a huge jug of Pimms. I just love it when the weather is like this, it’s as good as family-life gets, the children have the freedom of the garden, Jack and Amy have just started making a ‘secret’ camp and are making their first attempts at climbing trees, plus there’s the added bonus of out-door life definitely making them sleep better.

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I’ve been tagged by Vic.

Remove 1 question from below and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people, list them out at the end of this post.

1. What do you really really want right now? To be able to retire

2. If you can turn into anything, what do you wish you can turn into? An archeologist

3. How are you feeling now? Worried about one of my off-spring

4. Where is the place that you want to go most? New Zealand

5. If you have one dream to come true, what would it be? To be able to ensure that all my family were financially secure.

 6.Do you want more children? Me personally? Too late.
7. Do you think religion is redundant? No. How can I believe that with all the schisms in the world?

8. What cheers you up for the rest of the day? Sunshine, when I’m not working.
9. If you meet someone you love, would you confess to him/her? I can’t imagine that scenario.
10. If you were a colour, which would you be? Purple.

11. What are the requirements that you wish of your other half? To not snore!

12. What type of person do you hate the most? I hate people who are two-faced and economical with the truth. For me the ability to trust someone is vital.

13. What would you do if you won a million dollars? Buy gold.
14. What would you wanna be remembered for after you’re dead? Being someone who cheered people up.

15. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change? My laziness.

16. What do you think if you look out of your window right now? I wonder if the deer is munching my plants.

17. What do you think is the most important thing in your life? My family.

18. If there’s one thing in your life you wanted to do but yet unable to, what would it be? Be tidy.

19. What do you see yourself as in the next 10 years? Retired and happy.

 20. If you were an animal, what would you be? A marmoset monkey.

Who to tag? Too many to choose between so I’m going to leave it to the individual. If anyone reading ths wants to join in the thread please do, but let me know via the comments.

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More phishing fun


Yes, I’ve done it again, I’ve won the lottery! This time it is the National UK online lottery, it is quite a prominent lottery when you do a Google search, just look!




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You have therefore been approved to claim a total sum of £1,500.000.00 (One Million Five Hundred Thousand pounds sterling) in cash credited to file KTU/9023114403/03.

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This windfall has come at just the right time as I went shopping in Milton Keynes today with Jack, Izzy and their Mummy for outfits for Son’s wedding!

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I know I’ve been quiet for a couple of days but I have been reading NHS Blog Doctor and specifically his entry ‘The Independent Midwives of Kent’. I’m not the only person to have been reading it as last time I checked it had 200, yes 200, comments, obviously a provocative entry. Now, Dr Crippen is an old adversary, I like to consider it a love/hate relationship, he hates ‘madwives’ and loves to rant about them, on this occasion though he does have, more or less, my support. His entry was a comment on a birth story, Sharon’s story, published on the Independent Midwives of Kent’s website. The link is to the Google cache as, last time I checked, the original story had been removed, more on that later. I’ve read the story and, as a midwife who has a role encompassing homebirths, I have to admit that I felt quite tense at several points throughout the narrative, especially when polyhydramnios entered the equation. Polyhydramnios, basically too much fluid around the baby, may have no cause but it can be associated with several serious abnormalities in the baby, as I learned the hard way. Several years ago I was caring for a friend, J, in her second pregnancy, I had also cared for her during the first where there were no complications and she gave birth to a healthy baby girl. This first experience decided J that she would like a homebirth this time round so that is what was planned, until 32 weeks, when I was doing a routine antenatal and thought that there may be too much liquor, polyhydramnios, so I asked for a consultant opinion and ultrasound. This was done, nothing abnormal detected but due to the polyhydramnios we were no longer considering homebirth so we just prepared for baby being born in hospital. J was also a midwife and I don’t remember there even being a discussion about whether we should go ahead with the homebirth, we were both just aware of the risks associated with too much fluid; cord prolapse, haemorrhage before or after baby is born, malpresentation so the hospital would just have seemed more appropriate. J was induced at 37 weeks as she had become so huge, when the membranes were broken the room was awash with liquor, quite spectacular, but nothing untoward happened and labour progressed uneventfully. As is practice with an induction of labour J was monitored continuously, baby was a happy bunny, and so when he was born after 4 hours of labour we did not expect a problem but there was, a major problem, he couldn’t breathe. As he took his first breathe his little chest collapsed, he tried again but with the same result. Some babies will have chest recession, this is where their chests will go inwards as they try to breathe and this may be a sign of respiratory distress, but J’s baby’s chest was concave, it was an horrific sight as he battled to breathe. The paediatricians were there immediately and he was rushed round to NICU where he was X-Rayed and ventilated. I have to admit now that everything after that was a blank, according to J’s husband I was brilliant, apparently I didn’t panic, I was very calm and I just carried on delivering the placenta and helping J to wash and get ready to go round to special care to see their baby. I’m pleased I was so in control, it must have been an automatic response. When I finally left the hospital they still had no idea what was wrong with baby, I was certain that it was my fault, I must have missed warning signs, something should have alerted me during the labour. In the middle of the night J’s husband phoned me, baby had been transferred to a high level NICU, he had a severe, right-sided diaphragmatic hernia, nothing could be done, his lungs had never been able to develop, his ventilator was switched off after 48 hours. Why am I recounting this? If I was that Kent Midwife I would have gone ahead with a homebirth, the outcome would have been the same but, supposing that the hernia had not been as severe, having been born at home would certainly have jeapordised him. How would J, her husband and I felt if the same scenario had happened at home, would we ever have been able to come to terms with the sad outcome, would we not be saying ‘what if…’? An ultrasound had been performed when the polyhydramnios was discovered, the sonographer failed to see the hernia, unfortunate, but right-sided are unusual and more difficult to visualise, even so there on the report was a tick to indicate that the chest was normal, we believed that baby was fine, our only worry was the polyhydramnios causing problems, not a problem causing the polyhydramnios, the Kent midwife could have believed it just as we did. So, after tensing myself throughout her description of the labour, her only doing a vaginal examination because Sharon asked (supposing a cord or shoulder was presenting), I was relieved when baby, huge baby, was born without any problems and I relaxed, only to be bought up short by the haemorrhage and the management of it. 1500mls, that is a large bleed, not one that you just sit around observing, keeping a paramedic unit with you for 2 hours, and then finally go into hospital to ‘cover your back’. Supposing the woman had continued to bleed, there had already been one episode where “She then vomited and at the same time passed a huge amount of blood and clots”, this was after 2 previous ‘large’ bleeds’, how much more evidence of the advisability of medical support did the midwife require? All was well, thankfully, but to publish this story on the website, with such detailing of her minimising the risks, was sure to precipitate a reaction from many homebirth detractors, whilst giving them plenty of ammunition.

The story disappeared from the web-site after about 24 hours, hence the Google cache, the midwife has now been reported to the NMC, she has done nothing to dispel the caution with which Independent Midwives are viewed and helped reinforce some commentators opinion about homebirth.

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Last night I went on a Hen Night and came home bedecked with a fluffy, pink headband which advertised the fact that I am Mother of the Groom. I thought that Hen Nights were supposed to be libacious affairs, this one wasn’t, perhaps 3 pregnant, 2 breastfeeding participants were the reason. Back to work officially tomorrow, can’t say I’m looking forward to it, I can thing of more exciting/enjoyable pastimes on a Bank Holiday. Today son and DIL came round and we had our first listen to baby, how amazing to hear my (fingers crossed) next Grandchild), and how wonderful to share their joy. DIL has asked me to do her antenatal care, I asked her to run it past son and I will run it past my manager. This what their baby looks now!

Amazing. I ‘borrowed’ the photo from this site which also has wonderful videos of 4D scans and images of the developing fetus from conception to term.

My old job-share, she moved away in August, has been telling me about her new post. The lucky midwife is  working in a stand-alone birth centre, 2 pools, a patio, a really relaxed atmosphere, I was so jealous as she was talking about it, and then she went on to tell me about the community midwives and I turned a lovely shade of emerald green, they have caseloads of 70 women. When K first told me I thought that she was talking about ‘real’ caseloading, where the midwife provides true continuity through the pregnancy, birth and postnatally, I was amazed that they have such large caseloads as this type of care provision should entail a max of 35 women per year per midwife. Then she turned the envy dial up by correcting me, they have a 70 woman caseload whilst providing the same model of care as we do with caseloads of 170, perhaps a move to the West Country would be a good idea.

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Bearing gifts

I have spent the last week avoiding various family members due to the 24 sickness bug which is currently doing the rounds. Mean? Yes but there is a rationale to this. Our Trust’s policy is that if you have a gastro-intestinal upset you cannot return to work for 24 hours following the last explosive bout. I have just been off work for 10 weeks and I think that I would possibly be the most unpopular colleague ever if I went off sick as soon as I returned. Plus, I HATE being sick, any sort of ‘sick’ but particularly vomiting. So, having treated all my children and grandchildren as pariahs, I am totally unimpressed to have one of my women come to clinic today, explain that her daughter is with her as they both have the sickness bug and then said daughter throws up over my bag. I am left clearing up the mess and wondering why I steered clear of my family when they would have benefited from my assistance only to have some idiotic woman knowingly bring the same bug to me.

Last night my sister and I had a reunion, not with each other, but with an Italian man who used to live with our family. There is an odd story behind all this, not least how we managed to have an Italian living with us when we were young. I have no idea what the whole history was, I was about 14 when he arrived so it was just one of things that happen when you have an out of the norm family, but suddenly there was an Italian, 2 years older than me, who was treated like one of the family. We lost touch soon after I married, he returned to Italy and then moved to Australia, where he still lives. My sister tracked him down last year, our mother has been out to the southern hemisphere to visit, and last night Matilda and I went to the Hilton to meet him. Weird, but wonderful. It was a lovely evening, no awkwardness just a lot of catching up on the last 30 years! It is true though, time does fly. My memory is off a slim, dark-haired youth. His memory was of a slim, hippy chick. I saw an overweight, grey-haired, bespectacled, corporate, businessman. He saw an overweight, respectable, grandmother but as we chatted I realised that both of us are exactly the same as when we used to hit the town together and soon I was back chatting to that young Italian who had come to live with us.

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