BLOG Back 2 Work

I better set it straight from the start, it is Adrian that has gone back to work.

This week has been my first week with Sebastian alone.

It has been a week where we have been getting ourselves into a little routine, getting use to being a house-wife.

But that didn’t go with out it’s hicups.

I am sure that on some cosmic level he knew I was on my own. With out Adrian here to run around for me I was having to juggle all the chores of the day.

Normally that wouldn’t be a problem but when Sebastian has been use to mummy holding him and playing with him most of the day he found it hard to understand why I had to rest him in his moses basket while I run around putting things back into there places, expressing milk , cleaning the daily pile of washing we are accumulating, changing dirty nappies and feeding the baby.

At some point I have to find time to feed myself!!

After a bit of a battle on Monday and Tuesday he has realised in life you have to give and take and while I keep telling him Mummy is never going to leave him he still gives out a little cry if I don’t let him know I am still there.

Overall though he is a good little boy and day by day we are getting to know each other.

I have of course been thinking about how to attack training after I am given the all clear from the doctors.

A C section throws everything I had originally planned out of the window.

I am a lot more fragile then I was expecting. I guess I had no real concept of the severity of the operation.

At the time all you are thinking about is the safe delivery of your baby.

The more I have thought about it the more I wanted to see the reality of what happened, if you are not aware I should let you know that they put up a screen to prevent you from seeing anything of the operation.

So I logged on to old faithful……..Google and searched for a video of the op. I wasn’t disappointed.

Watching the video and the doctor explaining all the layers cut and the process I was hit with how serious an operation I actually had.

No wonder I was so sore still.  It’s not like I did a harsh WOD and can bounce back in a day or two.

Returning to training is going to be a process……….

Where to begin?

I have started to make mental notes how my body is feeling.

My posture is the first on my list for a few reasons.

Breast feeding and holding the baby has made me feel a lot more hunched and sore in the shoulders.

The weakness in my core has added to this hunched position I now find myself in.

Hips are tight and feel shorter, especially noticeable when I lay on my side. Probably due to posture during pregnancy.

Funnily the arches in my feet feel compromised. This has meant I don’t fit a lot of the shoes I used to wear. This is down to weight carried during pregnancy.

Finally I need to build myself up slowly. For example during the last 3 weeks I have had a few ventures out, mainly to get coffee and on occasion when I have tried a slightly longer route or have attempted to run the hoover around the flat I have been left feeling like I have been stabbed through my tummy.

When I take all this into consideration I think it is silly of me to try and return to Crossfit after the 6 weeks is up.  I know myself I will be too tempted to go full pelt.

I need to start with something light……………I am reminded of last year when I was injured and while recovering I stopped Crossfitting and took up Pilates for a few weeks to build up and give myself a few weeks at a different pace.

It worked a treat.

So this is my starting point.

Still in my 6 week recovery though I will have to wait till then to get started but at least I have a plan.

In the mean time running around after my little angel will be all the hard work I need.

(I have had a one or two of my Crossfit Crew up to see us. I am putting them all on the baby sitting list as they are all naturals. – Thanks for coming to see me guys)

Brie -Thanks for the Spag Bol
Brie -Thanks for the Spag Bol
Aunty Kirsty - she can teach him all things Liverpool
Aunty Kirsty - she can teach him all things Liverpool
Simon you can teach Snoop to jump very high!
Simon you can teach Snoop to jump very high!
Make my baby Strong please Chris!
Make my baby Strong please Chris!

 

Sally Dixey is a Crossfit London Coach

BLOG Making Milk and a Flat Tummy

I must have said this a hundred times while blogging that the human body is such an amazing machine.

All the way through pregnancy to think I was nourishing and making my baby is awesome but even after birth the body continues to surprise me.

Let me explain…..

One of the worrying things as a pregnant women is how your body will look and feel after birth.

“What will the state of my tummy be like?”

How can it possibly go back to it’s previous size when you look at how big it gets?

Although you naturally lose a lot of the bulk because of course you have given birth to your baby, which is making most of the size. The baby lives in your uterus, which by is now the size of a water melon.

How is that going to shrink?

Well your body has that covered.

In a word Breast Feeding!

Everyone knows breast is best for the baby but for the mother as well, for when your baby starts to suckle on you it tells the uterus to start contracting back to it’s original size.

How awesome is that!!!

I am not going lie to begin with the contractions are so strong you have to swear under your breath as your little one feeds but OMG is it worth it.

I was kept in hospital for 3 days because of the c-section I had. It meant I was on a ward with 5 other ladies. I was the only one who was breast feeding and I was the only one who didn’t still look pregnant!

I understand they had reasons not to breast feed, some find it too hard and if I am honest I found it hard and at times frustrating for both me and Sebastian but with persistence I was able to master the technique and I can now say I really enjoy the moments we share while feeding him.

Probably the biggest incentive to breast feed is that it is a workout in it’s own right.

Feeding and producing milk burns 500 cals!!

Weight is dropping off.

I only had my baby 15 days ago but already it is noticeable how much has been lost.

If you can breast feed you must!

More benefits of breast feeding…………

  • Less hassle as no need to make up bottles or sterilize kit.
  • Your milk is perfectly balanced and at the right temperature for your baby.
  • It is free!! Formula costs at least £45 quid a month (that’s a nice massage in my books)
  • You will never forget to pack when you travel.
  • Babies are healthier with less wind, diarrhea and constipation.
  • Baby is less likely to over feed.
  • Lower rates of obesity as they develop.

If you do live in my area (Tower Hamlets) There is an awesome support team who will visit your home and help you with feeding. All you need to do is give them a call.

Now for the reveal.

This is a shot of my tummy 2 days ago.

Let me first explain that the funny looking pouch of skin is where the doctors performed the c-section. It is still a bit swollen and tender and although my tummy is looking kind of normal it doesn’t feel like it use to.

I am only 2 weeks into recovery, I need to be fair to myself and sit back and let my body mend itself.

Tummy is getting there!
Tummy is getting there!

This next picture is taken today. As you can see the swelling has gone down and tummy looking flatter.

I am sure its all down to exercise and breast feeding!

Happy Tummy
Happy Tummy

 

 

Sally Dixey is a Crossfit London Coach

 

 

 

BLOG And a Baby was born….at Last!

And so it’s happened I am a Mum and Adrian a proud Dad to our baby boy Sebastian David Buliga.

He is perfect in every way.

In true blog style I will now relay in some detail the events that took place.

Sebastian made a very dramatic entry and if not just for my benefit I am going to try to put behind me the experience by putting it into words.

(If you are faint of heart then maybe just scroll down to view the pictures of my precious little man)

Where to begin?????

On Friday September 30th I went to the Birth Centre for my check up. My baby was running late, which meant I needed the midwife to see how things were getting along.

Things seemed all good and when she listened to his heart it sounded very strong. I mentioned to her that Snoop’s movement pattern had changed quite dramatically in the last week.

To put my mind at ease she called the hospital at Whitechapel and arranged for them to monitor his movements.

So off I waddled to Whitechapel.

I am like most people, I can’t stand the smell of hospital and find I sit there fidgeting till I am able to leave.

The waiting room was busy I was in for a wait.

An hour later my name was called, I was attached to a CTG machine which is able to measure the baby’s heartbeat and the rate of contractions.

Once strapped in I was left to count the ceiling tiles.

30 minutes went by and the mid-wife came back to check on me. As she looked at the print out she looked less then happy with the results. “We are just going to leave it a bit longer Mrs Buliga”

So back to tile counting I went…….

Another 30 minutes and she was back. Again she didn’t look happy. I asked her what seemed to be wrong and she explained that for some reason my baby’s heart kept dropping at intervals that were not normal behavior.

She left me there for another 30 minutes and this time instead of counting tiles I began to get worried. Wondering what might be going on in my tummy.

For the last time she came into check on me and this time with a doctor. It was her turn to look over my baby’s heart beat.

As she looked over the page I felt a tears welling in my eyes. I wish Adrian was with me. I tried to fight them back as I waited for her to speak to me.

She explained to me that during the hour and a half on the CTG machine my baby had at regular interval had a significant drop in the heart beat. It was enough of a drop for them to be concerned with and decided that I was to be admitted to the labour ward.

Either way I was going to have my baby very soon.

Left by myself in the cubicle I allowed the tears to fall and called Adrian. I knew I was in the best place but it didn’t stop me from worrying like crazy.

It would be at least 2 hours before Adrian could reach me and although the nurses and mid-wives were lovely I could really do with Adrian by my side.

Friday evening arrived and I was settled in to the ward. Adrian was there to keep me company and my nerves seemed to settle as the baby seemed to be doing ok after the panic of earlier.

Despite the improvement the doctors had decided to induce the baby.

The first step toward this was to place a gel inside which would encourage my body to go into labour.

With the gel in place I was left for it to do it’s magic.

I explained earlier that I hate hospitals so you can imagine throughout the night I did a lot of tile counting!

Time dragged but come morning I was ready for the action.

9am arrived and it was time to see if the gel had done it’s stuff.

It had been a long night so you can imagine my disappointment when the doctor said how little movement had happened.

The next step was to see if the doctor could break my waters herself.

Now for a graphic detail.

They used what can only be described as a long knitting needle with a hook. This is inserted inside and used to hook and burst the sack surrounding the baby.

Not a pleasant experience I can tell you for sure!!!

Within minutes of the waters breaking I was experiencing contractions!! and boy could they be strong.

I wouldn’t say they were painful more uncomfortable.

Adrian was my rock. Helping me to stay calm and breathing with me. Finally I was hoping we were getting somewhere.

7 hours later it was time for another check.

OMG! No real change was the response I got from the doctor! Ahhhhhhhh all those contractions and nowhere closer.

On to the next step. An intravenous drip with a drug that will bring on the labour but also make the contractions 100% more intense.

The doctors strongly recommended at this point to have an epidural. This would make me more comfortable and probably help me to sleep. It was important I got some sleep as when the labour fully kicks in I would need the energy.

I agreed but I gotta say the thought of an epidural was more scary then labour.

I was left with the drip in my left hand and told I would be checked over in 4 hours time.

Feeling a bit more relaxed about everything I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I had a midwife monitoring me around the clock and with the CTG machine still attached I knew I was in safe hands.

Being a very light sleeper I didn’t sleep long and woke hoping the 4 hours had gone by………..no such luck still 2 hours to go.

With Adrian asleep I started chatting with my midwife Violet a lovely lady with a crazy personality, always trying to make me laugh.

She told me that the baby had been very well behaved and everything was going well.

We whiled away another hour and then all of a sudden the CTG started to go crazy. Snoopy was in trouble again.

Violet called the doctor to take a look.

Ok he said, baby has been good all day maybe Sally is dehydrated. Let’s get a saline drip in.

More tubes coming out of me!!

30 more minutes chatting away with Violet meant that it was time for staff change over. I was sorry to see her go, times goes quicker when you have someone like her around.

Mabel was my new midwife. A bit more serious then Violet but still lovely.

It wasn’t long before Violet had left when Baby started to misbehave again. The heartbeat dropped from 160 to a worrying 70bpm.

I can’t tell you how worrying it is to be laying there knowing your baby is in distress and you can’t do anything about it. You feel so helpless.

The doctors were called again.

This time they decided to check out how far along the intravenous drug had got me………….I held my breath for her response.

1 cm was all we had got! I felt exhausted at the prospect of more hours waiting, especially as things were moving so slowly.

The doctor decided to up the dose of the drug and leave me for another 4 hours.

Back to the waiting game………….

Within minutes of her leaving and the drug dose increasing I felt an almighty surge. If you think I was on an epidural and shouldn’t have felt a thing, that gives you an idea how strong the contraction was.

I was writhing around on the bed, sweat pouring from my body. It seemed to go on forever.

Worse still my baby’s heartbeat dropped again and this time to around 50bpm.

The doctors were called, Adrian woke to see everyone rushing around and me in the bed tears now pouring down my cheeks.

I have never been more scared in my life.

The minutes ticked by slowly, the doctor and midwife disagreeing that the baby would recover we just had to wait………

Wait I didn’t want to wait any longer I just wanted my baby out. Something was clearly not right Snoop needed help.

By the time we got to 4 minutes the midwife said quite sternly to the doctor “you have to get the baby out, you can’t wait any longer”

It was then that nurses and doctors started tearing the CTG machine off my tummy and wheeling me through the corridors to theatre. I had enough time to ask Adrian to call my Dad.

By this point I was a mess, my cheeks were hot from the tears streaming from my eyes.

An oxygen mask was pushed over my nose and mouth. I was trying to ask how my baby was but everyone was too busy rushing around.

A nurse started speaking into my left ear informing me of the risks, what will happen and that I might die. I then had to sign my life away on a disclaimer form. I could barely hold the pen as they had started pumping more drugs into my body.

I just about managed to print my name like a 4yr old.

A screen was put up covering my lower body. I had never had an operation in my life, let alone one where I was going to be wake. Of-course I couldn’t feel my lower body!

Finally Adrian was by my side in a set of hospital scrubs. Stroking my hair and telling me it would be alright.

The nurse started to talk to me again. “Sally we are going to start, if you feel anything sharp let me know”

It was the strangest sensation in the world. Like they were doing the washing up in my tummy!

It was the nurse again “Sally the baby is about to come out”

The next thing I heard was the sound of my baby crying. It was the most amazing sound in the world.

The baby was taken to a crib and wiped over while they stitched me together again. I looked over and saw a little hand reaching up from between the blankets as if to say Hello.

The midwife called to Adrian to let him see what sex the baby was.

“A boy, We got a son” He came over to me and kissed my forehead.

What an experience!!!!

After about 5 minutes the midwife brought him over to me and placed his naked little body on my chest with a towel across us both. He was perfect.

I stared down at him as he stared up at my looking at each other for the first time was the most awesome feeling I have ever felt. A giant wave of love surged over me. I was smitten.

All stitched up they wheeled me into the corridor. The first faces I saw were of my Dad and sister smiling at us both.

In the hospital room my family gathered around my bed and took in the beautiful baby laying in my arms. I could see they were just as smitten as I was.

The final cherry on the top of the cake was that Sebastian was born on my mothers birthday. A beautiful thing to celebrate on a day when we would be missing her the most. It was almost like she was with us.

I can’t thank the staff at the Royal enough. They were amazing. Things may not have gone to plan but at the end of the day I had my beautiful baby, which is the important thing.

I have to say that my experience of birth was not ideal and I hope next time things go a bit more smoothly.

For now I am going to enjoy every moment with Sebastian and take in every sound and smell and face he pulls.

I have so many photos already!

His first photo
His first photo
My little man
My little man
Snoopy
Snoopy

This post has taken me 12 days to write simply because I can’t take my eyes off my baby. I will be posting again but you will have to forgive me if it’s not daily. I have the best distraction!!

Obviously training is off the menu for at least 6 weeks. So posts will be the first 6 weeks of my sons life.

 

Sally Dixey is a Crossfit London Coach