The past two weeks have been a blur....for both Kos and I. I'm working on my 'work - Mater - Home - Sleep' routine, while Kos gets to work on her 'sleep - visitors - sleep - Sam's visit - sleep' routine. Luckily I get to leave the Crows Nest Hilton!
Kos though, has been allowed to go on some short day trips to try and beat the monotony. Breakfast last Sunday was a breath of fresh air and reminded us of what life was like before thsis dilemma occurred. Tuesday night saw us back at Crows Nest for dinner with two of Kos' school friends. It is great to get her out of there! Tonight Kos spent some time at home. Yes under the guise of 'going up the road to dinner at Crows Nest, I brought her home to appraise my door painting skills and check that I was not living in a pig sty. It was nice to sit on the couch, watch TV and act like nothing had happened yet.
The situation is starting to get to us though. I can drive from home to the Mater along the Pacific Highway or River Road with my eyes closed, and sometimes in the evenings it seems that way (don't worry no micro-sleeps here people...we know that they can kill in seconds). I was saying to Kos, that although we are just lounging at the Mater, it is as though we can never truly relax, as I have to eventually drive home, and she can only relax when she is home - she needs a break from the now familiar four walls.
Kos went for a scan today and the baby is going well, but has not put on a hig amount of weight, although they do put this down to the fact that she has lost fluid and that the estimated weight of the baby is exactly that - an estimation. +/- 300 grams is a ball park figure. She (Kos that is, I don't know the sex of the baby and wouldn't give it way here!) certainly looks bigger. Those steroid injections she got in her arse definitely look like they have stimulated the baby's growth - it could also be that supper trolley. Although Kos' friend Mihiri looks forward to it more than Kos when she is visiting!
Voting - If you voted Late march for the arrival, well it is fast approaching and is almost on its way out. I'm thinking early April, maybe the 9th (great day to be born I reckon, eh Dushern?)
Showing posts with label daddy dilemma. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Crows Nest Hilton
So here I am, chilling out at the Crows Nest Hilton, the food is okay, however the room service could be greatly improved.
For those of you who haven't yet heard through the Pather/Spurr grapevines, Kos is in hospital. But, before you gasp and think about getting on the phone to Sagri, Sally or I to check on how she is, I can assure you that she is doing fine! I think she will die of boredom before anything life altering happens.
Thursday Morning: Kos awakes to find that the area around her is wet. She thinks that the pregnancy may have caused incontinence, and rushes to the bathroom. She thinks there may be something wrong (hey I would be wetting the bed too if I had 3kgs of pressure being put on my bladder 24/7) so we head up to our hospital just to make sure. I had gotten dressed for work, thinking that Kos would be checked in half an hour, I'd drop her at home and then head off to work.
10 hours later we were still at the hospital. It was discovered that rather than Kos wetting the bed, her amniotic sac's membrane had ruptured (don't ask me how as I have no idea and the nurses don't offer much isight either...just one of those things that can happen.) and was slowly leaking amniotic fluid. Rather than having her waters break all at once in about 7 weeks, Kos' has decide on a slow leak routine.
We were advised that Kos wouldn't be going home and that she will be staying overnight at least. The Perfect Wingman (Dr Tan - see previous Post) decided to show up at the end of the day and instructed Kos that she wasn't going anywhere. Kos started laughing, as The Perfect Wingman has a weird sense of humour, but unfortunately this time he wasn't joking. Kos has to stay in here until the baby is born. That could be tomorrow or it could be three weeks away.
She can't go home as if anything does happen she needs to be close to help. She is on antibiotics to stop any infection getting to the baby and has had two huge steroid needles to give the baby a boost in case the baby does decide the enter the world sooner rather than later.
So, Kos has to sit it out and wait for the baby to arrive. 5 days down, some more to come. Just as long as that baby gets some more time in the womb all will be well. She may be getting bored but the room she is in has Foxtel, so she shouldn't be complaining...Monday night footy is on in 5, so gotta go... the Tigers are playing the Raiders.
For those of you who haven't yet heard through the Pather/Spurr grapevines, Kos is in hospital. But, before you gasp and think about getting on the phone to Sagri, Sally or I to check on how she is, I can assure you that she is doing fine! I think she will die of boredom before anything life altering happens.
Thursday Morning: Kos awakes to find that the area around her is wet. She thinks that the pregnancy may have caused incontinence, and rushes to the bathroom. She thinks there may be something wrong (hey I would be wetting the bed too if I had 3kgs of pressure being put on my bladder 24/7) so we head up to our hospital just to make sure. I had gotten dressed for work, thinking that Kos would be checked in half an hour, I'd drop her at home and then head off to work.
10 hours later we were still at the hospital. It was discovered that rather than Kos wetting the bed, her amniotic sac's membrane had ruptured (don't ask me how as I have no idea and the nurses don't offer much isight either...just one of those things that can happen.) and was slowly leaking amniotic fluid. Rather than having her waters break all at once in about 7 weeks, Kos' has decide on a slow leak routine.
We were advised that Kos wouldn't be going home and that she will be staying overnight at least. The Perfect Wingman (Dr Tan - see previous Post) decided to show up at the end of the day and instructed Kos that she wasn't going anywhere. Kos started laughing, as The Perfect Wingman has a weird sense of humour, but unfortunately this time he wasn't joking. Kos has to stay in here until the baby is born. That could be tomorrow or it could be three weeks away.
She can't go home as if anything does happen she needs to be close to help. She is on antibiotics to stop any infection getting to the baby and has had two huge steroid needles to give the baby a boost in case the baby does decide the enter the world sooner rather than later.
So, Kos has to sit it out and wait for the baby to arrive. 5 days down, some more to come. Just as long as that baby gets some more time in the womb all will be well. She may be getting bored but the room she is in has Foxtel, so she shouldn't be complaining...Monday night footy is on in 5, so gotta go... the Tigers are playing the Raiders.
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Dream
You know this baby stuff is on your mind when you start dreaming about it! Although I have a lot of other things on my mind at the moment (jobs, or lack thereof) this is the first time I have had a dream about becoming a father. Of all places for this dream to be located, last night's dream took place at the Mater Hospital just after our bundle of joy arrived. It wasn't the most pleasant dream, but thankfully was far from a nightmare.
The Dream:
I was in the delivery ward and wifey had just delivered a healthy baby boy. This may be an on omen of some sort as we don't know the sex of the baby yet, but who knows?
I immediately texted all and sundry with the good news. I'm sure readers have received those SMS text message from people: ie John Smith, born, date, time, mum and dad fine etc. However in this dream I had texted everyone the wrong name. I vividly recall texting that my son's new name was David James Spurr along with the other details. (These two names are very far from what Kos and I have thought about in real life). I then returned to Kos who was recovering and told her about the text. She then went overboard telling me that this was not the name we had decided on if it were a boy. I immediately went into shock and then started texting everyone again with the real name (which I won't reveal here). In my dream I was cursing myself for being so stupid and waited for the backlash from friends about not knowing my son's name after just naming the boy earlier that day.
The dream then took an even stranger turn. Kos' family had planned a huge social event at the hospital. In the hospital's hall (do hospitals even have huge community halls?) were all of her family and friends who had been invited along to welcome the baby. If you know Kos' family, it is huge and perhaps this part of the dream comes from many a Pather family event held at the Dean Park Community Hall. This was all taking place just a day after Kos had given birth. Kos was looking slightly dishevelled, as is to be expected after giving birth the previous day, and I was extremely irritable that our newborn was being carried around the room, with each person in attendance holding the baby and shaking hands with the bub. Talk about weird! There were about 100 people in the room all hanging out to see the baby. At least everyone in this dream was keen to meet the newest addition to the family.
Perhaps a bit too keen!
I'm sure that this is not how the delivery and first couple of days will go. Either way, I am pretty sure I'll text everyone with the correct name. And if you don't get to the hospital to see us, don't worry we'll catch up soon after!
The Dream:
I was in the delivery ward and wifey had just delivered a healthy baby boy. This may be an on omen of some sort as we don't know the sex of the baby yet, but who knows?
I immediately texted all and sundry with the good news. I'm sure readers have received those SMS text message from people: ie John Smith, born, date, time, mum and dad fine etc. However in this dream I had texted everyone the wrong name. I vividly recall texting that my son's new name was David James Spurr along with the other details. (These two names are very far from what Kos and I have thought about in real life). I then returned to Kos who was recovering and told her about the text. She then went overboard telling me that this was not the name we had decided on if it were a boy. I immediately went into shock and then started texting everyone again with the real name (which I won't reveal here). In my dream I was cursing myself for being so stupid and waited for the backlash from friends about not knowing my son's name after just naming the boy earlier that day.
The dream then took an even stranger turn. Kos' family had planned a huge social event at the hospital. In the hospital's hall (do hospitals even have huge community halls?) were all of her family and friends who had been invited along to welcome the baby. If you know Kos' family, it is huge and perhaps this part of the dream comes from many a Pather family event held at the Dean Park Community Hall. This was all taking place just a day after Kos had given birth. Kos was looking slightly dishevelled, as is to be expected after giving birth the previous day, and I was extremely irritable that our newborn was being carried around the room, with each person in attendance holding the baby and shaking hands with the bub. Talk about weird! There were about 100 people in the room all hanging out to see the baby. At least everyone in this dream was keen to meet the newest addition to the family.
Perhaps a bit too keen!
I'm sure that this is not how the delivery and first couple of days will go. Either way, I am pretty sure I'll text everyone with the correct name. And if you don't get to the hospital to see us, don't worry we'll catch up soon after!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I'll take the baby!
A break from Sydney was just what the doctor ordered (literally and figuratively). After our horror week last week it was nice to get in the car and get out of town for some down time. We could forget about shopping for baby stuff (both of us) , looking for a job (me), getting hit by a car (kos), and feel as though we didn't have a care in the world.
Out little trip down the South Coast was great. Long walks along the beach, romantic dinners, swimming, eating, cigar smoking (me that is - don't panic and Kos was asleep and I was outside with the door closed!) etcetera etcetera!
At one stage I was thinking negatively about my employment status (still nada) and Kos quickly turned to me and said "If you don't stay positive I'll take the baby away - I don't want to be hanging around a sad case."
From then of course I didn't have one negative thought about employment and we had a great weekend. From that moment onwards whenever each of us said or did anything stupid, silly or ridiculous that line would get replayed "...I'll take the baby away..."
You don't feel like swimming? "I'll take the baby away..."
If you want to stop at another winery... "I'll take the baby away"
I think you get the point...
but don't worry kids, nothing like a bit of family banter - our relationship is rock solid.
In light of my current employment status, I have completed some freelance writing work for some friends and relatives. Many of you would know that I have written for magazines for some time, and so, with all this TIME on my hands I will be pursuing more freelance work in the business communications sector to help pay the bills. If you haven't seen my site head over to http://www.inlumino.com.au/
If you or someone you know needs some writing work completed be sure to send them my way. And click on those ads! We have made $13.75 since this blog started...the more you click the more spare change we have to avoid the dole queue. Gracias senhores y senhoritas
Out little trip down the South Coast was great. Long walks along the beach, romantic dinners, swimming, eating, cigar smoking (me that is - don't panic and Kos was asleep and I was outside with the door closed!) etcetera etcetera!
At one stage I was thinking negatively about my employment status (still nada) and Kos quickly turned to me and said "If you don't stay positive I'll take the baby away - I don't want to be hanging around a sad case."
From then of course I didn't have one negative thought about employment and we had a great weekend. From that moment onwards whenever each of us said or did anything stupid, silly or ridiculous that line would get replayed "...I'll take the baby away..."
You don't feel like swimming? "I'll take the baby away..."
If you want to stop at another winery... "I'll take the baby away"
I think you get the point...
but don't worry kids, nothing like a bit of family banter - our relationship is rock solid.
In light of my current employment status, I have completed some freelance writing work for some friends and relatives. Many of you would know that I have written for magazines for some time, and so, with all this TIME on my hands I will be pursuing more freelance work in the business communications sector to help pay the bills. If you haven't seen my site head over to http://www.inlumino.com.au/
If you or someone you know needs some writing work completed be sure to send them my way. And click on those ads! We have made $13.75 since this blog started...the more you click the more spare change we have to avoid the dole queue. Gracias senhores y senhoritas
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