I posted a while back (HERE) that I had bought a spice rack that I intended to use as a bookshelf.
It is finally up and being used. I actually spray painted it a while back, but it only made it onto the wall this weekend. Here are some before and after photos.
As you can see it was in a bit of a state when I bought it.
I had been looking for one for ages after seeing something similar on Pinterest. I eventually found this one at a charity shop.
I sanded it and spray painted it. And am very happy with the result. It is very narrow and fits perfectly below the window in Little OL’s bedroom. When the curtains are closed you would not even know it was there.
OK, I think I need to admit that I have a problem. It might even be bordering on an addiction… Its really bad!
I am stuck on fabrics at the moment!!!! A fabric fascination.
I have always had a thing for paper, even collected it when I was little, in fact I still do. I have a cupboard full of different paper, note pads and sketch books. This is worse though, and takes up more space!!!!
Technology is not helping, in fact it may be hindering my recovering. I see all these gorgeous things that people are making and ahhhh, swoon, the fabrics they are using and I want to rush to the nearest fabric shop. Luckily or unluckily most of the fabrics are not found in PE, or if they are please don’t tell me!!!!
At least I am putting some of the fabric I have bought on my credit card collect to good use. I am making a patchwork playmate for Baby OL – yes, ok, it is not as if she needs another one but I just could not help myself, and anyway, I made the last one before I knew we were having a girl…..
I went into labour on my due date, so this birth story is the only thing that was overdue!!!!
I had planned on working right up until I went into labour, and I pretty much did. It could not have gotten any closer.
On Thursday the 18th at about 16:15, whilst still at work, I just had a feeling that I was going to go into labor that night. I was not sure why, yes, I know it was my due date but I just had a feeling. I emailed my sister from work and told her I was going to have the baby that night. Funny, because when I got back to work this week, there was a reply from her. When I got home I told Mr. OL that I we were going to have a baby that night. He would not believe me!
Just before 10pm I went to bed still insisting that we were going to have the baby that night. I was not having contractions or anything, it was just a feeling. I got up a few times, going to the toilet and was beginning to think perhaps my water had broken, but decided it had not, that I was being stupid and got back into bed. This happened about 3 times. The last time Mr OL had come to bed and he was getting fed up because I turned on the lights. I thought to myself perhaps I should put a towel or linen saver on the bed – just incase. Then laughed, I was being totally stupid. I mean, there were no signs that I was going into labour and the doctor had said the baby would probably on come the following week. I got back into bed and about 2 minutes later I heard a pop and it felt as if somebody threw a bucket of water over me! I should have put that towel on the bed. I turned to Mr OL and told him my water had just broken, there was NO DOUBT!!!! I was soaked. He replied “What am I supposed to do about it?” Take me to hospital dammit!!!! I phoned the labour ward to make sure that we should go in. They said yes, so we did, it was 22:15!!! On the way there I sms’d my mom and then my sister who phoned me right back. As I was talking to her I had my first contraction – nothing hectic but I knew what it was. The second one came as we got to the hospital. After that they just kept coming but there was no rhythm! They hooked me up to monitors to time them but they were pretty erratic. I was not dilated or anything.
The midwife came and checked on me pretty regularly and within an hour I was 3 cm dilated and the contractions were still very erratic but coming often and strong. By this stage I had already started throwing up. She said I was going very fast, so she moved us from the labour wards to the delivery rooms and she called the anesthetist. He arrived close to 1am. THANK HEAVENS!!! Why people do that with out an epidural is beyond me!
I must admit that it is a weird feeling, I could move my feet and toes but that was it! I could not bend my legs or feel any pain. I also got really cold, they put a couple of blankets on me and a hot water bottle. I was still shaking and did not get any sleep. Mr OL dozed on and off in the Lazy Boy chair in the corner. I was still hooked up to monitors and could see the contractions and the babies heart beat. My blood pressure was also taken every 10 minutes, but it stayed at about 110/70 (as it has been through most of my pregnancy and before). The lowest it got was 90/50 at one stage but went back up again. The baby’s heartbeat also dropped at one stage, but they put a load buzzer on my tummy and “woke it up”.
At about 5am the midwife told me to start pushing, she also said that I must have the baby before 7 am as her shift ends and she wanted to meet it. I replied that I had better have this baby before 6am as I did not want to be pushing for two hours.
They turn the epidural down, but it is still a very weird sensation. Some of the movement came back to my legs but I could still not feel them. I could also not tell if I was pushing or not. I mean, was I just huffing and puffing and scrunching up my face or was I actually pushing where I was supposed to be pushing? In between the throwing up I kept asking the midwife, “are you sure I am pushing right?” Apparently I was. After about 45 minutes she said that the baby keeps getting to certain point and then when I stop pushing it slides back again, she called the doctor who arrived shortly. I pushed a couple more times when he told me to stop and they were going to use forceps to get it out. Fine, what ever is best. I think the doctor was there for nearly 15 – 20 minutes at the maximum. The midwife was fantastic and she basically does all the work. He is just there for the glory – when the baby is actually born which was at 5:53 am. I then started throwing up again. The midwife had said it might happen. In fact she was spot on. She had said at the beginning when I was throwing up that I would probably throw up again when pushing and then whent he baby was born. One thing – I now don’t eat pinapple flavoured Super C’s anymore!
I was really worried about holding a newborn. I had not held one before and have always shied away from holding babies. But it was as every body kept telling me. When it is your own it is different. As soon as she was born they put her on my chest, all slimy and slippery and everything and I was not worried. Odd, as I always thought I would be worried I would drop her. I only kept asking, is it a girl. They took her a way for a few minutes and put her on a table under lights to keep her warm. I was so worried that she would fall of, not sure what I was expecting, that she would roll or something. LOL – at 4 months she has still not learnt to roll (although is getting close). Anyway, they put her back on my chest and she started to feed.
I can’t say I had that rush of love feeling, more like a “oh wow, this is a baby feeling”. I just felt calm. My mom arrived shortly after she was born and stayed with me for a while (all day). They asked me if I would mind if I kept the baby with me for a while longer as they had a sudden rush in the labour ward and there were no nurses to take her to the nursery to get weighed or anything – would I mind, NO. Odd question. Any, I stayed in the labour ward for a couple of hours while they helped other woman. I guess my only compliant about that was that she was suckling the whole time on one boob and that led to me getting a cracked nipple, which took about 6 weeks to heal and ended up bleeding and being FLIPPEN sore!!!!!!! It was nice to be able to spend that time with her though. At about 9 am they said I could go for a shower and they took Baby OL to the nursery to get weighed and stuff. Mr OL went with her, while my mom stayed with me. After showering I went to the ward, where I had a room to myself. Not a private room, just nobody else in it. It remained like that for both nights. After a couple of hours Mr and Baby OL came to the ward. I could not believe that I had just had a baby. In fact I still battle to realise that I am now a MOMMY and have a daughter. It is such a weird feeling.
So I guess that is the birth story! Just the cracked and bleeding nipple thing is NO joke. I have never felt pain like that. I have never sworn so much in my entire life! It is a pain that goes right through your entire body. OWWWWWW And to know that you are going to feel that every time she feeds which was every 3 hours. But I persevered and am glad I did.
Also she is a very contented and quiet little baby, she hardly ever cries and when she does it is because she is tired or hungry – usually tired. She sleeps quiet a bit. I am very happy as I am not sure I could have coped with a child that cries a lot. Here is my favourite picture of her and I, taken when she was 5 weeks old.
Kaylin Elizabeth was born on the 19 February (the day after her due date)and is exactly a month old today. I can’t believe how the time has flown. It hardly even feels like a week has gone buy never mind a month.
This is just going to a quick update, I have written a whole “birth story” on my other computer which I will post with photos shortly. I have snuck onto this computer while my mom is holding Baby OL.
My last post was “still here” and I was fully expecting to be at work the following day as well, but that did not happen. My water broke at 10:15pm on the 18th and we went to the hospital. I was really glad that I was at home as the thing you see on the movies – with a whole gush and then flooding really does happen! I heard and felt a pop and then it was as if somebody had thrown a bucket of water over me. Contractions started as we were driving to the hospital.
Anyway – there are a few things that I never thought would happen. I never thought that I would spend hours staring at little toes, or hands or ears. I never thought of myself as a “baby person’ – but I am now seriously a baby person – or at least this baby. I am enjoying her so much. It does help that she is pretty good though. I am loving being a mom and have realised that it is probably just as well that I waited 37 years to do this. I might have wanted quite a few more if I had started any earlier!!!!
I have not started running again yet, but have been walking quite a bit. This morning we went for a 6km walk around the neighbourhood. It was a stunning morning and it was good to get out. Baby OL is getting used to her pram and fell fast asleep.
Best I get back to my mom, although I am sure she is loving holding her first grandchild.
Here are some photos at 40 weeks pregnant taken this morning when I was getting ready for work. If the baby does not come today then tomorrow is my last day at work! Yes, I know one day after my due date – I must have known something…
I went to the doctor yesterday – his prognosis??? Probably not going to happen this week and he will see me again on Monday!
He did also say though that these things are highly unpredictable so even though he says it is unlikely to happen any time this week the baby might decided differently and come that night. It didn’t….
So, for now I am still at work and carrying on as usual! Every morning when I arrive they all start laughing – I think they might have taken bets on the sly. Also Mr OL’s mom and sister and friends phone every day to find out what is going on. I think they are worried that we wont’ tell them.
Mr OL is adamant that it is not to come this week. I would be quite happy if it did. Let’s hope it listens to its mommy. In fact, I have told it that I am running a very tight household and that there are going to be schedules and routines and it had better stick to them 🙂 and so to make a good start it should come on its due date (Thursday).
I can’t believe I am due next week! Wow, it seems to have come around pretty fast.
I plan on working for as long as possible – so far so good and I am not too uncomfortable or anything like that. My intention is to work up until the birth or until the 19 February, which ever comes first remembering that I am actually due on the 18th! I might be mad…
As for internet access and letting everyone know what is going on. I can access Facebook on my phone, so if you are a FB friend, you will be kept in the loop. If you want to be a FB friend then let me know.
My mom also thankfully lives pretty close to me and she has internet access at her house. Baby and I might be visiting her a lot more often than she thought. I am also going to see if I can take my laptop home with me and possibly arrange something. Mr OL is still against getting internet at home but maybe with some convincing……..
rather say nothing at all – or did you mom not teach you that????
You know there are just some people that you like right away and then there are the others…. The ones that you know, you will NEVER like.
I encountered one on Sunday! And she was standing in my house.
Her boyfriend had come to help Mr OL out with some rewiring (we are having a kitchen done – yes I agree, fantastic timing being 9 months pregnant and all). Anyway, they walk in while I am busy painting the last of my frogs – and feeling rather proud of them. She asks if she can see what I am doing so I said by all means. She walks over, looks at them and asks if she can make a suggestion. – WTF!!! Me, in my dumbfounded state say yes. She says I should do something with the background, not just have it white. This is the first time I have met this girl, and this is the first thing that she has to say to me… After I recovered from my shock I said, no I left it white on purpose and decide to show her the nursery so she can see the contrast. Dumb move on my part! She said she quite liked it, but then asked about the tree I painted and did I come up with it, and she supposes it does lift the room otherwise the brown would be rather flat. Why the hell did she think I painted it????
She looked at some of my other paintings around the house, only to criticize them as well. She asked if I use oil or acrylic paint and when I said I use mostly oils, she says have I ever thought of mixing my paints with boiled linseed oil because my colours are dull. Excuse me???? I told her I paint for fun, and no I have not thought about it and no I won’t be doing that in the future either. I am quite proud of my paintings. The she looks at a set of 3 that I did and asked if I was trying to copy Andy Warhol, but completed the sentence with, Oh, you probably don’t know who Andy Warhol is. The little $##$%!@#$$!!!!! I said, I know exactly who he is and these painting are nothing like his style, I have done a few in his style before, but I sold them, as I have done with a number of my pieces. I was getting slightly irritated at this stage.
She then had the nerve to comment on my garden, asked if I had thought of covering the patio and made a few other…. suggestions. I think by this stage I was in too much shock to say anything back to her. And if I had thought of something to say it might not have been very pleasant. But my mom raised me better than that. If you have nothing nice to say rather say nothing at all – her mom should have taught her that.
The second she left I turned to Mr OL and said – “I intensely dislike that girl!”
It is nearly done! The only thing left is the bedding, which I have still yet to sew. I am not in a rush as I will be using blankets for the first little while anyway.
Here are some pictures of the paintings I did. I found a picture by an artist Royce McClure that he had for t-shirts (link HERE) and copied it. I have no intention of selling these pictures, so hopefully he does not mind that I copied them. I am really happy with the way they came out. The first 3 pictures are the individual paintings and then the 4th picture is what they look like in the room. I have also added a few more photos so you can get a general idea of what the room looks like.
We have left a double bed in it for now. It might come in very useful (and we had no where else to put it).
I know the dark brown would not be to everyone’s taste but I am SO happy with the way the room has come out! For all of Mr OL’s skepticism at the beginning about the colour and my plans he now loves it too and says he is really happy I did not go all pastels and stuff. Although if you saw the rest of our house you would know that I would not have gone pastels.
And one final picture. I found this doorstop and Mr Price Home. Isn’t he so cute!!!