Mummy went to the docs on Tuesday as a guy at work was diagnosed with swine flu on Monday, so she thought she'd rather be safe. She supposedly had it herself in June, after a trip to Ibiza, but without actually being seen by a doc (an over-the-phone diagnosis) and a course of Tamiflu later, she wasn't 100% sure she'd actually had it, nor if she was therefore immune.
Her doctor is a woman with 2 young children herself, so she trusts her judgement. Dr Hearne said that the NHS recommended she have the jab...but between these 4 walls (and this blog - shh!) if she was pregnant, she wouldn't have it herself. In her opinion, it hadn't been tested, and she believed in staying healthy, keeping the defences strong and the body healing itself.
Basically, she said, it was up to Mummy. What a dilemma! She has decided to not have the jab, with some trepidation, but she realised this would be a dilemma all her life now...wondering at every stage if the right decision had been made for me.
She IS a worrier though. Being 39, she knows she's very lucky to have conceived so quickly, that this may be her one baby, and is concerned things continue smoothly...
Anyway, more medical stuff: Mummy and Daddy went to the hospital on Wednesday for a routine 16-week check up.
Mummy was concerned that her blood pressure was going to be high as they'd rushed like demons to get there...only to have to wait one and a half HOURS, with no one keeping them updated. Would it hurt to have told them not to rush, when they eventually answered the phone and Mummy was panicking, saying they might be 5 mins late as they were stuck in traffic?
Anyway, by the time they got seen, Mummy was resigned to waiting, if not exactly calm. But her blood pressure was surprisingly fine, and the results of her blood tests were all good (great news to Mummy as she feels in the last couple of weeks, she's been too tired to always eat *that* healthily and she's rather giving into her sweet tooth a lot, as "baby loves chocolate"! But Daddy said that they still ate pretty healthily compared to most people and Mummy has to cut herself some slack).
Mummy did ask about her daily afternoon headaches though. Apparently headaches are quite common in pregnant women, and you can take the occasional painkiller (check the packet), but Mummy prefers not to take drugs if she can avoid them.
The midwife asked about her diet: cup of milk in the morning with her multivitamin/folic acid tablet (using up her Boots 3-for-2 tablets still!), fruit for breakfast when she gets into work - lovingly prepared by Daddy - an elevenses bit of fruit loaf, then healthy lunch and dinner, and milk at night. Midwife advised to add a mid-afternoon snack (e.g. rice cakes) and drink more water. (At time of writing, it has helped :))
Other than that, whatever she was doing, she was to keep doing it!
Mummy and Daddy then asked if they could listen to my heartbeat. Mummy can't feel me moving at all yet (she knows it's early, she just can't wait!), so I think she just wanted reassuring that I was still OK. They heard me kicking about quite vigorously... perhaps the adrenaline from the earlier stress?! Or maybe I was getting excited (like Mummy) about the Dizzee Rascal gig the next day...I've no idea who he is, but she keeps singing his songs to me!
Daddy tried to record the sounds on his iPhone, but it caused crackly interference so the midwife told him to move away. Sweet, how he's so excited though!
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Thursday's gig was great fun. Mummy mentioned her pregnancy to the security lady with the hope of swapping her standing tickets for a seated one, but she got even better treatment and got guided to the disabled area: great view, loads of room to dance, AND chairs.
Not that she used them. Lots of loud noise and 'pounding bass lines' got Mummy bouncing up and down and whooping excitedly - it seemed like she had a great time, anyway! She said something to Daddy about wanting to "use Bonkers as a lullaby" (whatever that means) when I am born.
Mummy also said that if she got this VIP treatment, she was going to book lots of gigs and 'work this pregnancy'! Her friend Ella had said that she couldn't bear gigs when she was pregnant as she couldn't drink, but Mummy's take is that if she avoided places because of others drinking, she'd never go anywhere. She says going to pack in as much as she can before I'm born and she's too tired - and poor! - to go anywhere.
I have no idea what she means though, because of course, I am going to be a model child and sleep all night ... :)
