Birth story of baby 5 – Caesarian is birth TOO

I share this story to go hand in hand with my previous post Caesarian IS birth

This is the birth of our son Elias. It was a very very hard pregnancy followed by an equally hard delivery. But I happily say that it was completely worth every pain and hardship.

Oh my aching ovaries !! He was such a beautiful baby ❤

Here is my birth story on the hardest delivery I have ever had!

The long story of our little son Elias’s birth begins when at 38 weeks and 3 days pregnant I am told by ultrasound that our not so little boy is measuring at 10 pounds. Then begins the preparations for an induction the following week. Filled with nervous excitement we go to our scheduled admission to the hospital on Tuesday the 4th May 2010.


After 4 previous inductions I was admitted with complete inner confidence that this would be another “routine” induction where they burst my waters and throw up the syntocin drip and out comes baby within about 5 hours.


Boy was I WRONG!!


After discussion with my own OB and the specialist OB at the hospital the risks and benefits of early induction are weighed against the induction and my allowing my body to go into labour alone naturally and we make the mutual choice that induction is safer as the chance of the baby becoming stuck in the birth canal with his shoulders causing shoulder dystocia are greater if baby is left to grow any further.


( Shoulder dystocia occurs when, after delivery of the fetal head, the baby’s anterior shoulder gets stuck behind the mother’s pubic bone. If this happens, the remainder of the baby does not follow the head easily out of the vagina as it usually does during vaginal deliveries. The subsequent methods of either forcing the delivery or pushing the head of the baby back into the uterus to allow a caesarian birth can cause life threatening injuries to the infant in worst cases. )


After a painful examination it is found that the neck of my uterus is still closed and firm and that the mouth to my cervix is barely 1cm open so they are unable to get to my waters to break them the decision to use a foley’s catheter is made for that afternoon to mechanically force the cervix to ripen and open ( A Foley’s catheter is basically a long tube with a balloon on the end that they place between the womb and the membranes then fill the balloon with saline so that it forces the cervix to open slowly over a matter of hours and then falls out when it’s done it’s job ). I am told this is a basically no fail method of ripening the cervix. At 4:30pm that day we are taken back to the labour ward to have the foley’s put into place. After being reassured that it is uncomfortable but not painful I am shocked when it hurts so much and am told that my womb is very firm and they need to force it inside there. The placing of the catheter is tried twice before they say that they need to use a smaller catheter. By now I am shaking in shock and pain and just wishing so much that I never came in to be induced to begin with. Sucking on the gas and air like it was nothing more than oxygen they finally get it in with try number 3 and I’m told jokingly that 3rd times the charm for sure this time and that it will fall out within 12 hours and labour should either start on it’s own or they’ll simply break my waters and labour will follow from there on.


After a long night of mild contractions and backpain I am excited by the midwife’s constantly telling me ooohhh this is great things are happening and we’ll have a baby by tomorrow lunch my OB comes in and asks if the foley’s has fallen out, I tell him no it hasn’t and another painful examination shows that I have only dialated to 2cm and the neck of my cervix is still firm so the foley’s was a failure and he manipulates it out of me and the specialist OB comes back to discuss where to go from here. It is decided that I will have prostin Gel placed into my vagina and that will work.


That evening I am again examined and there is no change inside from the prostin so they give me another dose with the assurance that “this’ll do it” and that they will hope I go into labour that night. Again a night of mild contractions and the midwife’s telling me it’s all good and the baby will be here soon. The morning comes and I am again examined and told finally my cervix is soft and elastic so they can break my waters.


Water is broken to grins around from the two OB’s and the midwife’s on the ward. Relief is in the air and he is told she’ll do it herself now. After 4 babies they were SURE it’ll happen easily for me.


Fast forward 3 hours of mild contractions that begin to subside slowly they decide to put up the syntocin drip to kickstart things a bit. I am examined and baby is very very high and has moved away from his side on position, I am assured he’ll move down into my pelvis when good contractions come and then birth will come fast after that. The syntocin works for 1 hour giving me pretty good contractions 3 minutes apart and then they again slowly go away to 1 every 10 minutes but remaining strong and painful.


This time my two OB’s come to me worried about our baby and say that we are having an emergency caesarian as baby is still very high and is in a strange position and I have not gone past 3cms dialated.


I am very fast prepared for the surgery, given a spinal and hubby is brought in with haste and before I know it they pull our gorgeous little boy out of me amongst sighs and comments of relief that he is healthy and happy and that nothing else went wrong with his birth. He was found to be sunny side up inside of me, his spine along my spine and his neck flexed in such a manner that he physically could not come down into the pelvis and the contractions only made his neck stretch further so this is why I could not go into proper labour.


He is weighed and checked and I am told he is a very healthy 4.385kg baby who came out of the delivery better than they were expecting and crying with gusto. I am crying tears of shock, joy and relief and hubby is grinning like crazy and joking around with our OB.


So ends our long journey from beginning to end of the exciting, scary, anxious and happy birth of our lovely son Elias

He sure was a big bruiser hahahhaa

Moving is hard work!

So the family and I are moving into a gorgeous new home. While I am so so so overwhelmingly excited and happy I am at the same time beyond exhausted and ready to hire a huge skip bin and just throw out all that is remaining so I don’t have to pack anymore lol

Do you hate that final stage of packing the house? and there’s STILL cleaning to do for the vacate ARGHHH

The one amazing thing in the home that I am looking forward to the most is the kitchen, it’s HUGE and with a dishwasher *sighs* I’ve hand washed dishes for my entire life and i’m tired of it. Surely a girl with 6 kids deserves a dish washer? hahaha

Isn’t this DIVINE !!?? 

There’s SO much bench space in this kitchen, I’m not going to know what to do with it all. The house we are currently in has such a tiny kitchen that when two people enter the kitchen is full and there’s this strange corner shaped space of benchtop that’s useless as it’s deep to the window but not wide at all.

I think my FIRST meal that i’m cooking in my new kitchen is a good butter chicken with naan breads. I’m going to use ALL of that glorious space, and then that lovely dishwasher can clean up for me YAY !!

I cannot wait to show photo’s of the food I cook up in the kitchen, GAS COOKING TOO!! woop woop !!! looking forward to sharing many new recipes coming up.

If you had $86,400.00 daily, what would you do?

I do not know who wrote this but it’s a good one.

Yes, it’s a pondering life type of day here for me.

Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest: Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400.00 in your private account for your use.

However, this prize has rules, just as any game has certain rules. The first set of rules would be:

Everything that you didn’t spend during each day would be taken away from you.

You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may only spend it.

Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400.00 for that day.
The second set of rules:

The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, It’s over, the game is over!
It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.

What would you personally do?

You would buy anything and everything you wanted right? Not only for yourself, but for all people you love, right?
Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t possibly spend it all on yourself, right?
You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right?


Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank. We just can’t seem to see it.


Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night,
any remaining time is NOT credited to us.

What we haven’t lived up that day is forever lost.

Yesterday is forever gone.

Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time…WITHOUT WARNING.

SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?

Those seconds are worth so much more than the same amount in dollars.

Think about that, and always think of this:

Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think.

So take care of yourself,

be Happy,

Love Deeply and enjoy life!

Here’s wishing you a wonderful and beautiful day.

Start spending.

Why Women Cry

I’m sure many of my followers have read this poem before, it has been floating around for many years now. It has been shared on Facebook, Tumblr, countless blogs and everywhere in-between. But, A lady on Facebook reminded me of this poem last night and I wanted to share the beauty of it with you, in case you have never read it before. It’s simply beautiful.


Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.

“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”

God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”

“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”

Author: Unknown


Everyone in my family and friend network knows how much I love to bake and cook. But baking especially! The success of that delicious pie, the cake with the perfect crumb and breads, oh yes the breads. From flat breads to sweet breads to turkish breads. Breads, cakes and pies are my true comfort foods.

This is why when I saw this prize from Hardie Grant Books I entered it in a snap, oh what a gloriously special prize it is yes?!


Oh yes please !!
                                                Oh yes please !!

I’d love for you to enter also, I get no advantage by telling you about this competition except the warm fuzzies of spreading the word of something my readers might love as much as I do.

You can enter this comp by visiting Hardie Grant Books Facebook page HERE


‘Australia Post lost my breast milk jewellery’, WA mother says

As a mum this really hits me in the feels, I have always loved the idea of keeping such personal little momentos forever in pieces of jewellery. There’s one particular business that I know of at Beyond The Willow Tree that makes gorgeous Pandora style beads for breastmilk, placenta, baby’s first curl, glitter, flowers and so many more wonderful things you can put in with their jewellery. Really the options are as endless as your imagination.

I cannot imagine how it would feel to send away such personal an irreplaceable (in some cases) pieces of yourself and your life only for it to be lost in the post. I would be devastated as this Mum is.

I would love for you to share this post, maybe through the power of social media her very precious jewellery can be found and finally delivered to her.

There’s no reason for anyone else to keep jewellery made from breastmilk when it does not belong to them.

I hope you find your keepsake mama 😦

via ‘Australia Post lost my breast milk jewellery’, WA mother says

Happy Mother’s Day? or is it?


It’s Mother’s day today apparently, isn’t it?

I mean…. my Facebook feed is FULL of happy Mother’s day posts, look what I received today, breakfasts the hubby and kids have made for Mum shows of love and spoiling all around.

Except in my home. I woke to the usual sound of jumping in the lounge room which by the way sounds like a herd of elephants stomping around thanks to the floors of our home. The usual yelling for breakfast at 7am, the same as yesterday and numerous days before arguments between the children about Peppa Pig, Adventure Time and Ben and Holly’s Little Kingdom.

I gave everyone ELSE breakfast, I made my own tea, I did not get to stay in bed, and i’ll be cooking dinner tonight too.

No pretty gifts ( Thankfully the kids made me some or imagine how worse i’ll feel!)

No hubby saying I love you and I appreciate you, no dinner out and no lunch or coffee by the foreshore.

Just another routine, Groundhog day here….. Move along folks there’s no show to watch here ha!

I hope you or your Mums have had a fantastic day! and if you’re a daddy/son/wife/partner reading this and you haven’t spoilt your wife/partner or Mum today, WHY NOT? get on it. She’ll glow with happiness all day I promise you.

So what did you get this Mother’s Day?

Happy Mother’s day to you all xx