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Feb. 8th, 2011 10:33 amWhile last night obviously didn't go so well, the afternoon actually was very nice :)
We had our first ultrasound (13 weeks) yesterday. We got to see that tiny little life growing inside of me, and it was gorgeous. You didn't see a lot, how other people's photos are clear and obvious are beyond me, all I saw was a lot of light and shadow, the occasional hand wave at us. If the radiographer hadn't been explaining what I was seeing, I wouldn't have recognised much at all. The "head" looks terrifying, with big black eye sockets - I was like "omg... THAT's the face?" It was a bit freaky. The baby was being uncooperative and hard to get it on it's back to get a look at the nuchal fold at the back of the neck, but it did roll over (after a lot of prodding and pushing on the uterus) eventually and I got the traditional view of the head and body curling out like a prawn. The most incredible part was hearing the heartbeat, it was soooooo beautiful, and pumping away at 136 beats per minute. The baby is all normal, two arms, two legs, etc. etc. I have a couple of printed out scans, but they're not very clear and you can't see the baby so well. I can't wait for another 8 weeks when we get to see it again AND find out the sex!
I also had to take Rom to the Vet for a check-up. He's doing really well, the Vet is very happy with his progress and he seems to be recovering from his infection without too much worry. He HATES his medicine, I thought it was the yellow medicine I was having to give him, which he no longer has to be on, but the other one tastes just as nasty, and he's going to be on that for another couple of weeks. He just hates it, and after taking it he doesn't even want a yoghurt drop, he just rolls around on his blankie, rubbing his mouth against it, trying to get the taste of the medicine off his lips or something. Poor baby. But, without it he'd be a lot worse off, maybe even dead, so I console myself with that whenever I have to force it down his throat.
He's in for another visit to the Vet on Friday and a refill of the medication, I'll be taking Raf with us as well. Yesterday I just took Rom, because there's nothing wrong with Raf, and apparently they both freaked out. I was with Rom who was storming around the little transport cage, throwing his little hay bale hidey-hole around, and climbing the bars, trying to escape. Michael said Raf at home went into a big depression and hid in one of the igloos refusing to come out, he was super emo. It's really funny how inseparable these two have become since Spooks passed away, they are so anxious when separated, so going to have to avoid doing that to them. In all likelihood they're thinking that every time they get separated one is going to die since that's what happened to Spooks when I took him on his own to the Vet, and then when I took Raf on his own he was pretty sick too. Silly little boys.
( We're calling a solicitor over the MIL situation, under here is why )
We had our first ultrasound (13 weeks) yesterday. We got to see that tiny little life growing inside of me, and it was gorgeous. You didn't see a lot, how other people's photos are clear and obvious are beyond me, all I saw was a lot of light and shadow, the occasional hand wave at us. If the radiographer hadn't been explaining what I was seeing, I wouldn't have recognised much at all. The "head" looks terrifying, with big black eye sockets - I was like "omg... THAT's the face?" It was a bit freaky. The baby was being uncooperative and hard to get it on it's back to get a look at the nuchal fold at the back of the neck, but it did roll over (after a lot of prodding and pushing on the uterus) eventually and I got the traditional view of the head and body curling out like a prawn. The most incredible part was hearing the heartbeat, it was soooooo beautiful, and pumping away at 136 beats per minute. The baby is all normal, two arms, two legs, etc. etc. I have a couple of printed out scans, but they're not very clear and you can't see the baby so well. I can't wait for another 8 weeks when we get to see it again AND find out the sex!
I also had to take Rom to the Vet for a check-up. He's doing really well, the Vet is very happy with his progress and he seems to be recovering from his infection without too much worry. He HATES his medicine, I thought it was the yellow medicine I was having to give him, which he no longer has to be on, but the other one tastes just as nasty, and he's going to be on that for another couple of weeks. He just hates it, and after taking it he doesn't even want a yoghurt drop, he just rolls around on his blankie, rubbing his mouth against it, trying to get the taste of the medicine off his lips or something. Poor baby. But, without it he'd be a lot worse off, maybe even dead, so I console myself with that whenever I have to force it down his throat.
He's in for another visit to the Vet on Friday and a refill of the medication, I'll be taking Raf with us as well. Yesterday I just took Rom, because there's nothing wrong with Raf, and apparently they both freaked out. I was with Rom who was storming around the little transport cage, throwing his little hay bale hidey-hole around, and climbing the bars, trying to escape. Michael said Raf at home went into a big depression and hid in one of the igloos refusing to come out, he was super emo. It's really funny how inseparable these two have become since Spooks passed away, they are so anxious when separated, so going to have to avoid doing that to them. In all likelihood they're thinking that every time they get separated one is going to die since that's what happened to Spooks when I took him on his own to the Vet, and then when I took Raf on his own he was pretty sick too. Silly little boys.
( We're calling a solicitor over the MIL situation, under here is why )
