Matt & Bel's Baby - Coby
Welcome to our baby's website. It has been a very long journey for all involved, 3 and a half years trying to conceive, through loads of fertility treatments and now we finally have our dream of a family. If you want to read all about the pregnancy and the days following the birth, please click on the history page...
WELCOME TO THE WORLD......
I had my baby on Sunday 12th June. Baby Coby Matthew was born by emergency caesarean section at 17:50, he weighed 2505grams (5lb 8oz) and is just beautiful.I had reduced movements all day Sunday and decided that it was time to call the hospital. When we got there, they monitored me for half an hour and found that Coby was distressed, his heart rate was up around 180. It didn't drop during the monitoring so it was agreed that he would be born that day, via emergency c/s. Matthew and I couldn't believe it, we were finally going to meet our baby TODAY! I was very nervous about the caesarean and worried about the baby, because he was in distress. I got to theatre and had the epidural, no problems!! Wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be. Once that started to take effect, they laid me on the operating table and began busily preparing for the c section.
After a few minutes I could feel them tugging at my belly and I knew that the operation had begun. After a few minutes of tugging etc, I asked Matthew to have a look over the screen, he said that it was ok and then the anaesthetist said to get our camera ready as the baby was about to be born. So they pulled the screen down and out came Coby, the most beautiful moment of all my life, I have never felt such great emotion and love for anything in all my life. It was completely overwhelming.
They put him on the trolley to be cleaned and wrapped etc and have his cord cut and Matthew did the honors. Then they handed me my beautiful baby boy for a cuddle. I couldn't believe that he was actually here.
Not long after that, they had to take him to be weighed and measured etc, so off went Coby with Matthew to the delivery suite while I got stitched up and had recovery time. After my recovery time, I was taken up to the maternity ward where I waited for Matthew, he came in on his own and told me all about Coby and what was going on. He was having some difficulty breathing and they had placed him on a machine there at the hospital. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Later on, they determined that he was not doing very well and would have to be taken to the larger public hospital (just next door) and placed on a machine there to help his lungs mature. He was having difficulty because his lungs weren't mature enough and he had fluid in his lungs which had to be suctioned out.
For a short time there was some question as to whether he would be able to go to the public hospital here in Newcastle, because they had no more room for him, they were suggesting that we fly him to a hospital in Sydney. As you can imagine, I was just devastated at this thought, it was bad enough for him to be in the hospital next door, let alone be taken all the way to Sydney. In the end, the paediatrician insisted that he go to the local hospital and the plans for his transfer were underway.I was very upset at the fact that he would have to be transferred to another hospital and put on a machine, but I had no other alternative, he needed treatment with better machines than what my private hospital could offer.
I was very upset because I had only seen him for the five minutes that I got to hold him in the operating theatre and hadn't seen him since. The nurses arranged for the patient transfer unit to bring him in so I could see him before they transfered him, but he was in a massive humidicrib thing and I couldn't see much of him. It was so distressing because I couldn't get up out of bed. Again, I couldn't believe what was happening.
The following day (Monday 13 June), I was bed bound again, I was practically begging the nurses to get me out of bed, because I just wanted to get going so I could see my little man. I ended up getting the nurses to get me up for a shower late in the day. I just wanted to get moving so I could go and see my little man.
Matthew went over to the hospital in the afternoon to see Coby and spend as much time with him as he could. He took our digital camera and took some photos for me to look at. When he got back, I had a look at the photos and they made me so upset, our little man was hooked up on all these tubes and machines and wires, it was awful, and I couldn't be there with him. I felt so guilty and worried. I couldn't help but cry.
The next morning (Tuesday 14 June), I got up bright and early and tried to get moving as best I could. We eventually went over to the hospital and saw Coby. When I got to the hospital, I couldn't believe what I was confronted with, my poor tiny baby on these machines and when we got there, the nurses were doing his "cares" which basically means they are changing his nappy and doing the observations, suctioning his nose throat and stomach and he was bawling, I was so upset to see him like that, and I could do nothing to help him or comfort him, I felt so guilty. Tears were streaming down my face, if I could have gone through it for him, I would have.
The machine that he was on was called a CPAP machine, which is like the prongs that you have up your nostrils when you have an operation, they give you a bit of extra oxygen. This machine was a bit different though, the prongs were pushed right up into Coby's nostrils, so much that his little face was all scrunched up and his nose was swollen, and the tubes that led to the prongs were quite thick. They looked like a set of snorkels. He had a beanie on which the "snorkels" were strapped to and a strap under his chin to try to hold his mouth shut so he would breathe through his nose. He also had a drip in his hand, a tube down his throat and a probe on his foot. He had tape everywhere and his little face was red from where they had stuck and unstuck tape time and time again.
After his cares, I was allowed to have a cuddle, but not for long. The CPAP machine was pushed so far up his nose that his little face looked distorted and you could tell that his was extremely uncomfortable. It was heartbreaking.
Meanwhile, I had been expressing milk hoping that they would be able to feed him my milk and take him off the drip, which they did. He was being fed by a tube and you could tell that this was also uncomfortable for him. What a start to life.
The following day (Wednesday 15 June) we went back again but there was no change and the doctor said that he was taking a bit longer to recover than normal, but that was ok, he was just a bit slow. Another devastating blow. He would have to remain on the CPAP machine until his breathing was regulate and he could maintain a good oxygen level. At this stage, they didn't know how long that would be. When we left that afternoon, his oxygen level was put up because he wasn't coping. Later that night, I phoned the NICU to see how he was, I was feeling particularly upset about him. The nurse that was caring for him said that they had turned his oxygen off and he was only breathing in air (the same that we breathe) through the CPAP machine, which was a huge turning point for him. He no longer needed the machine to regulate his oxygen levels, he was maintaining them himself.
The following morning (Thursday 16 June) we went up to the hospital again. He was still on the CPAP machine and seemed to be doing a lot better. The nurse caring for him said that if he continued to do well, the CPAP machine would come off him later that day around 4pm. We stayed with him for his cares at 4pm, but his machine didn't come off, he hadn't done as well as they expected, he'd had one little setback during the day where he needed to be stimulated to breathe properly so it was determined that he still needed the machine on. We were both upset but we both knew it was for the best.
Later that night, I phoned the NICU to see how he was, and they had taken him off the CPAP machine and he was doing really well. They would observe him closely over the next 12 or so hours and if he went back downhill, they would have to put him on the machine again.
The next morning (Friday 17 June), I got up and got ready to go and see Coby when one of the nurses came in to tell me that Coby would be back with us this morning. He had done really well overnight without the machine and they were discharging him from the JHH. We fully expected that we would be going back to the hospital and he would be back on the machine, but he had done so well. We (Matthew and I) both think that when he opened his eyes and saw us for the first time on Wednesday that was when he started to to turn the corner and get better.
About 11am he finally arrived back at our hospital and we got to spend an hour or so with him in our room before he was put in the nursery in our hospital for further monitoring. It was wonderful to finally spend time with him. He came ahead in leaps and bounds and I got to give him his first breast feed that afternoon. That was a wonderful experience, he knew exactly what to do, went straight onto the breast with no trouble. Another very emotional experience, the closeness that I felt with him at that point is indescribable. We were doing alternate feeds, one on the breast and one tube feed. They still kept tube feeding him because breast feeding takes it out of them and they didn't want him to get too tired and go backwards again. It was so great to have him near us again, he was just across the hall from us now.
The following day (Saturday 18 June) I got up and gave Coby some more breast feeds and he seemed to be doing really well. About lunch time they decided to give him another tube feed and then we got to bath him for the first time. It was such a beautiful experience, he absolutely loved the bath. It was so nice to give him some comfort after a week of him being poked and prodded.
After his bath, the paediatrician spoke to us about Coby's progress and he determined that Coby was doing really well and that he could now come into our room instead of being in the nursery. Woohoo, we couldn't believe we had finally got him back with us, we could finally start to be a family!!
When we got that news we were so happy. After a few more days in hospital, we got to bring him home. It was Monday night, the 20th June when he came home with us.
He is doing really well and feeding like a trooper. I hope that he gets bigger and stronger everyday.
I have put all his photos on the photos page.
I am going to keep updates about Coby on this front page now, as he is getting very mobile and is changing almost daily, so hard to keep up with him at the moment, so hopefully this will help everyone else feel up to date with him...
Im starting this at this point but I should have started it at the beginning. Oh well, no matter, Im a busy mum and no time to do this sort of thing ordinarily..
Coby is going really well, after his rough start to life, he's progressed quite well. He is still a lot smaller than most babies his age, but hey, Matthew and I aren't very big either, so he was never going to be a big baby.
Currently Coby is crawling, pulling himself up on the furniture or us, whatever is nearer to him. We have a walker that Helena and Boo lent to us and he is hooning around the house in that, he absolutely loves it. It gives him some freedom and he just loves to chase the dog and the cats around.
He has a great little personality now, very funny indeed. He makes us laugh at all the silly things he does, and he just loves to smile and giggle (especially at the dog).
We have started swimming lessons just this week which he absolutely loves, he was the only kid going absolutely mental in the pool and I ended up totally drenched, which was normal for me, but the other mothers were looking at me weird, I guess their kids don't love the water as much as Coby...
His favourite things are yelling, the dog, the cats, jumping and climbing, making any sort of loud noises he can and just generally being rough (typical boy)
He has started to babble and says "mum" quite a bit, but has recently added some other things to his vocabulary (not sure what they are yet, but we just chat back to him like we understand)
Almost 12 months....
Yes, its Coby's birthday tomorrow, hard to believe that 12 months ago I was panicking about having a baby and now look at us, we're old pros!!
Coby is trying very hard to walk, although I still think it will be a while before he actually walks, he is pulling himself up on everything and anything he can, if the dog stood still long enough, he'd pull himself up on her too! He torments the cat (Murphy) and chases the dog, he's into everything and is a funny little man. He is developing quite a funny little personality, and I can see already that he will be a joker when he gets older. He does things because he knows that we'll chastise him, and then he laughs about it.
He has 4 teeth, two bottom and two top front teeth, and the ones next to the top ones are just about through.
He claps hands, waves, points, shows us where the birdies and the lights are, will look at someone when you ask him where is bla bla, I think he's almost saying Nanna and he is getting very game when he stands up, only holding with one hand and sometimes letting go altogether, then he realises that he's not holding on and will plonk down on the ground. He is finally crawling properly too, but still sometimes reverts back to his commando crawling every now and then.
I have been very busy preparing for Coby's first birthday, we are having a family party here tomorrow for him, should be a good day. I have included a photo or two of the cake that I made for Coby on the photos page, its a Dragon. Took me forever, but the end result is very worth it!
Will update more tomorrow after Coby's birthday...
3rd September 2006
well I've been really slack with the updates. Oops! Coby is walking now and running, and he's not saying anything really well, but we think he says mum dad and nan, but not very clear really. Everyday is a challenge in one way or another. There is so much to keep up with that I cannot get on here everyday, and I just don't have time with a toddler to do it, so sorry for anyone that wanted updates on here but this will be the last for a while....You can always email me and find out how he's going if you are interested....