4 Weeks In

Hello Blog.

It's me. I know. I know.

Sorry.

Have been busy.

Keeping Mr 2 in check and ensuring the little ratbag doesn't put his big sister in hospital with all his play fighting.

Busy keeping Miss 4 occupied. Taking her to Kindy. Picking her up again. This involves putting 3 kids into the car and putting them back in again and again and again *sigh*.

And for Miss 4 weeks: Busy making bottles, feeding, burping, changing dirty nappies. Well doing everything for her. Because. That's what they need. Derrrr.

So we are 4 weeks in and I really have to boast now about WHAT A FABULOUS BABY I HAVE. *touches wood with gusto*.

YES I HAVE A FABULOUS BABY. There I have said it.

I can totally see why people have like. Heaps of kids.

ALL THEIR BABIES ARE LIKE TILLY.

Gawd, if all my babies were like her, I will order 500 more.

She is not badly refluxy like my other two. She feeds well. She burps fabulously.

When she moves her mouth like those clown games at the Royal Show - she needs to be fed.

When she won't feed, she has wind.

When she grunts her face and go all red. It's time to change the nappy.

I feed her. I burp her. I put her down in her little bouncy chair in the lounge room where the kids play. She looks around. Closes her eyes and

GOES TO SLEEP.

Can you believe it? I shake my head in wonder at every moment. No crying. No fussing. She just slowly DRIFTS OFF TO SLEEP. HOLY CRAP.

I always look with bewilderment at THOSE mothers at the shops who have sleeping babies in their prams. Mine never did, they fussed and fought and drove me nuts. NOW I AM ONE OF THOSE MOTHERS!

No endless rocking, singing, patting, moving.

So needless to say we are doing great. Apart from this week when the fridge decided to self destruct, leaving me stranded with no home for frozen meat. Apart from this week when the hot water system followed suit. And my husband was away.

So apart from that we are doing great guns.

(I hope I haven't jinxed myself).

And I would like to say that I will rejoin BLOGLAND soon. I am still being occupied by visitors and to be honest I can't be an active participant in BLOGLAND at the moment so I will be rejoining you all very shortly.

And as for Twitter. Well. I am sorry too. See you soon. All of you. xx

The Baby is Here!

The baby is here! IT'S A GIRL!

Sorry it has taken me so long to post on this! There are a few good reasons. I was going to Blog from my iphone, but that's a bit like giving Raspberry Cordial to a toddler - you just don't do it. You know it's going to be painful.

Tilly Rose was born on Wednesday 27th October at 2.40pm weighing a very slight 6 pound 6 ounces which came as a big surprise being that my first two were 8 pounders. What a little parcel she is. But of course it wouldn't be ME if there wasn't 500 dramas along the way.

I have always loved the name Tilly. Normally it's short for Matilda or Tilda. 4 years ago in a the community nurses waiting room, I was chatting to another mum and she had called her daughter Tilly. She said it wasn't short for anything. Then when I was pregnant, my friend Kristie (thanks hon ;)) lent me a baby book of names. It was called Cool Names for Babies or something lame like that. Poppy and Harry my kids names were listed in the "Bohemian" section which I thought was quite funny. Then I saw Tilly listed there also. Now all 3 of my kids have 5 letters in their name, ending in a Y after a set of double letters. Too funny.

My C-Section went really well. Thankyou to a fabulous anethetist. I was lecturing him at 9.30pm the previous night about my prior Epidural "issues". When I got home I was elated to discover his bill and that the phone call went for a duration of 16-30 minutes and I was billed $150 accordingly, with the total bill coming to well over $1000. Thanks for coming.

Things were going so well. Tilly was sleeping well, I was catching up on 9 months of pregnancy related sleep deprivation when on Sunday morning, the day before I was supposed to leave, a midwife took ONE higher temp than usual and enquired about her "whining" noises and before I knew it she was being shipped off to the Neo Natal unit before I could say WHAT THE F***!!?? We were all set to leave and then she was gone.

The whole thing came as a surprise because I knew there was nothing wrong. Tilly is a small sausage and I had trouble keeping her temp at a consistent level. My room was really drafty. She had no meat on her to speak of. The "whining" to me was the most beautiful noise in the world. They called it "grunting" which is a sign of all sorts of problems but she wasn't grunting. She was singing. All my babies did this. There was also the issue of her being "lethargic" which I put down to a very active 9 months in my belly. The poor girl needs her rest. Let her be. She wants to sleep.

So they put an IV catheter on her little body and pumped her full of antibiotics over 48 hours. It was horrible. I got her back into my room on the "outreach" program. They came up and took her Obs at every feed. I wouldn't leave her down there for a "rest". The nurses thought I was mad. If I had left her down there, I am sure they would have observed more "issues" and we would never bloody get out of there!

Apparently I could go home but Tilly had to stay. Leave without my baby!? You've got to be joking. If she stays I stay.

So yes it turns out there was no infection. No shit. I told you so. We had to stay two extra nights, so I was in hospital with Tilly for 7 days. It was hell towards the end. But thank feck we got out of there and she is HEALTHY.

I won't even mention how bad the food was.

So here she is. My little Tilly. We call her Tilly Vanilly.

I loves her. We are blessed.