We went to Exercise and baby massage classes at King Edward Hospital.
They were excellent. All the babies lay on bean bags about the room.
There were probably about 20 mum's and babies there. It looked like
an Anne Geddes photo shoot, the babies all looked so cute. The exercise
class was really good, and mum's just hopped to their bean bag when
their respective baby needed feeding or settling. It was amazingly
quiet. Julia spent a fair amount of time watching the instructor and
she was on a bean bag up the front, and then wanted a feed. Near the
end of the class she dropped off to sleep, so I did not want to wake
her for a massage. Consequently she didn't get one, but I watched
the other mums, and when she oke gave her a bit of a one through her
clothes.
We then went to the shops, and as I got out and finished putting her
in her sling on my chest, I caught her foot and we ended up with it
backwards behind her nappy. I freaked and she screamed, I thought
I must have broke her knee, but she soon settled down. Consequently
I quickly shut the car door and locked EVERYTHING in the car, my wallet,
keys etc. So I couldn't phone anyone or anything. I then decided to
walk the 2km home and try to break into the house and get spare car
keys and walk back to the shops again. Then it started to rain, and
pour, so I found shelter to wait for the rain to stop as I had locked
the umbrella in the car and had nothering to shelter her with. A kind
old couple volunteered to drive me home to pick up the keys, and after
a moment's hesitation decided to take them up on their kind offer,
as I really didn't want Julia to get sick so soon after her injections
with her body already being hammered. So they drove us home and I
broke in which was no mean feat, and found spare keys for the car,
but no spare keys to the house as Mark had taken them to work, so
I had to break out again.
When we got back to the car park she was hungry so I fed her, then
she pooed, and my goodness what a poo! I changed her on the seat,
and knew it'd gone up her back, but when I took off her top to put
clean clothes on, I doscovered it had covered her back and gone over
both shoulders. I then spent a while shopping and she had 2 1/2 hour
sleeps on my front.
We went to the ante-natal classes at the Family Birthing Centre (the
same ones we'd attended pre Julia) to share our birth story and parenting
experiences so far with the expectant couples. The other couple there
were in the bath the whole day on the 8th August and then I'd rung
in to say I was coming in and they were kicked out of the bath (they
had been there 10 hours already though) and they were transferred
up to the hospital a little later and ended up having their baby the
same morning as Julia but by Caesar. As we loaded her in the car to
go, she puked all over the car, Mark and herself. I then ran her into
the bathroom and heard her still struggling, so held her over the
basin, and she did a whole heap more there. Poor darling, and what
a huge amount her tummy is now holding. We'd just finished dinner
and had been trying to get her to go to sleep in the pram next to
us, but she spent the whole time wriggling and fighting with Mark
to suck her thumb - shame. So now we know why she was so uncomfortable.
So I fed her as soon as we got there (in front of a room full of people
- well, at least they now know what life could be like) and she promptly
went to sleep nicely, doing her budda face while being burped.
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