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9TH JULY: GOT OFF MY FAT ARSE

I got off of my fat arse and went to the gym today. I knew it had been a long time, but how lazy I had been didn’t hit me until I looked at my record sheet. A whopping 6 MONTHS! I am almost too embarrassed to admit it, however it is the truth. I have become a total sloth.
I have an appointment Wednesday for a new training routine, which I am really looking forward to. Hence today I did 2 circuits (because I had been gone so long) and 30 minutes on the treadmill. Add to that the extra 6km walk to and from the gym (though the latter 3km was slow so that Missy could have more time at the crèche) and I am feeling okay. However this evening before dinner I will endeavour to add 45 minutes of Pilates to the mix. I think that is mainly because I am feeling guilty for overeating. Missy wanted a pie so I shared that with her (we are the perfect match- she’ll eat the meat, I’ll eat the pastry) and when I got home I had a honey sandwich. I really wanted a tuna one but Missy had not eaten her packed lunch.
Wow, apart from that I am feeling pretty darn chipper. I plan of having 2 chicken sausages and salad for dinner. I have gum and have thus far consumed 1lt of water. This evening I will add an entry on the most important thing in my life: Missy’s birth. Cheers.

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It all began at around 0200hr- I was watching The Late Show With Dave Letterman. He was interviewing Uma Thurman when, like usual I got up to pee. Then all of a sudden my water broke. Someone would have told me how much there would be. For half an hour it just kept going and going. If you took what you saw in the movies as gospel you’d believe that it was a sudden, unexpected gush and that was it. And I was never informed any differently. For about 10 minutes all I could do was sit there and say "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." I was not ready.
I finally got the gall, called the hospital and got Maverick to drive me up (more on him later). It wasn’t until many months later that I discovered that Maverick was drunk when he drove me up. I should have noticed but I wasn’t thinking of much. When I got there they checked me and put me in a room with to sleep. Here was another woman who was in the room who was hospitalised because she had high blood pressure. I forget what you call that when you are pregnant. So, when they put me in there I decided to have a shower. Not let me point out right now that I only did a few classes- Maverick was meant to take me and stood me up for most.
While in the shower I started bleeding. I didn’t know how much so I asked one of the nurses. Then he went and got a doctor. He checked me and put me in a delivery room. Because I hadn’t any sleep and was having contractions every 5 to 10 minutes, they gave me pethidine. I’d doze off between contractions. When I woke up to one after the pain I’d feel like I was floating. It was weird.
My Mum finally arrived from Hellhole and Annabelle turned up. She had been living with me at the time but hadn’t woken her because usually it can take six hours before anything happens. Unfortunately when Maverick came back (after his 12 hour sleep, breakfast and probably some drugs) he bought back with him Mrs. Collector. I didn’t want her there. The rest of the labour- up until the epidural was normal- pain, irritation- but there were only three things that made me angry (I didn’t do any screaming). The first was Maverick chewing gum. Now if you know me well enough you know that noisy eating is one of the things that really grates on me. And he stood there chewing with his mouth open, that terrible squishy sound and slobber! UGH! I should have slapped him (he probably would have slapped me).
The second thing was Mrs. Collector. 2nd + 3rd actually. First she got in the way. She kept sitting next to me when I wanted Annabelle or Mum there. I didn’t want her there in the first place so that was just, irritable. The nurses didn’t like her either and at one point made her leave. And the third point is that she kept rubbing my hand repetitively in the same place and it began to hurt, it was rubbing my skin raw.
Other than those three nothing really annoyed me. Was a relatively calm woman in labour! During the entire thing I was never left alone. At all points there as a nurse with the doctor and me was visiting continually. Time is a little iffy for me. Finally though one of the nurses suggested that I have the epidural. I was quite willing (though Mrs. Collector tried to stop me). So I had it done.
For the next couple of hours I thought it was smooth sailing. Neither the doctors nor the nurses let on that there was anything wrong. Then suddenly the doctor comes up with a form and asks me to sign it because they are taking me for an emergency c-section. They upped the drugs so that I could not feel a single thing below the needle (strangely I do not remember any pain getting the epidural). One thing I do remember though is that I swear they were lying to me because there was a cold patch on my leg. I was wrong of course.
Maverick who had gone home was called to come with me. I didn’t want him there, I wanted my mother, but I was too scared and trying not to cry to say anything. And they took me.
I though they were preparing for the surgery when the surgeon says- "would you believe me if I told you we started five minutes ago?" Of course I didn’t, but they had. The pinching feeling that I thought was they shaving me was actually them cutting through me and moving all my organs around! The surgeon kept talking to me and asked if I had any names chose. I told him- Missy for a girl, Vincent for a boy.
Then he holds up this little child, cute little bum facing me, and says, "You have a Missy." He placed this tiny being with the biggest black eyes on my arm. I just wanted to cry I was so happy.
They took her upstairs and took me to the recovery room. I had become a mother! And that is the story of Missy’s birth. I discovered later what had happened. She had been stressed inside the womb. When they operated they found that I had a blood clot behind the placenta that had burst and I was bleeding to death. But it was all worth it because at 1820hr, Wednesday May 30, 2001, I became the mother of a wonderful little girl.

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