A little update

Sorry for the lack of blog posts recently – BabyMouse has been keeping us very busy, and when I’m not feeding, changing, winding or washing BM, or expressing milk or trying to sleep my brain hasn’t really been working very well. We are sleeping, but our sleep is in two or three hour chunks (if we’re lucky and BM spaces her feeds out), rather than a full six-eight hours at a stretch, so it doesn’t really feel like we’re having as much sleep as we used to – probably because we’re not!

BabyMouse is progressing well – she is eating quite well and putting on weight, and the health visitor was pleased with her progress when she last visited. We did have a bit of a worrying week where she was seeming to eat all the time but didn’t put on weight – I think this was because she wasn’t latching on well when breastfeeding, so she seemed to be eating when actually she wasn’t taking much in. Partly due to BM not latching on, I got mastitis, which was horrible. I felt really ill, like having a bad bout of flu, and I was actually sick, which apparently can happen with mastitis, although it’s not common. As breastfeeding was already very stressful for both BM and me, because of her not being able to latch on properly, I decided that the mastitis was the final straw and stopped feeding her at the breast. I’m still expressing breast milk, though (partly in an effort to try and get rid of the mastitis), so BM is still getting all the nice nutrients, etc., but without the stress for her and pain for me. She is also having formula milk, as I’m not able to express enough to feed her purely with expressed milk. I know lots of people don’t think that ‘mixed feeding’ is a good idea, but it works for us, and is better than the alternative of a stressed mum and baby, and, more importantly, BM is getting enough to eat.

As a further ‘excitement’, I’ve also had the delights of postnatal depression (PND) to contend with. I took everyone’s advice and went to the GP, who gave me some medication, which seems to be helping, thank goodness. And thank goodness for a sympathetic GP, and for grandmothers – my mother in law and my mum have both been to stay to look after me and BabyMouse since Mr C has gone back to work. I don’t know what we would have done without them!  This week coming will be the first full week I’ve been on my own all day every day with BabyMouse (apart from the health visitor’s appointment), so we’ll see how we get on! Mum has said she’ll come back if necessary, but I’m hoping that I’m well enough to cope on my own now.

Needless to say, becoming a parent takes a lot of getting used to – it was much more of a shock to the system than I expected it to be – apparently this is quite normal! We’re learning more every day; about BM and about ourselves. I was going to make a list of all the things we’ve learned over the past six weeks, but I couldn’t even count them, there were so many (and did I mention my brain isn’t working?). It has been a tough few weeks in many ways, but it’s also been amazing and fascinating and good. And BabyMouse is lovely.

BabyMouse's hand

A little hand in a too-big babygro!

Birth story

As mentioned before, BabyMouse was scheduled to be born by caesarean section on 17th March, due to the fact that she was breech and because of her needing to be born a bit early because of the potential dangers of me having obstetric cholestasis. [That was a long sentence, sorry. This is a long post, and is a bit of a 'mind splurge' so may not be entirely coherent.] However, things did not go entirely to plan…

On 25th February, we went to our usual Tuesday appointment at the hospital in London, saw the midwives and the obstetricians, showed my parents around the hospital so they knew where to go when the time came for the birth, and went home, all without incident. When we got home, we had dinner and watched Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing (an excellent film) on DVD. At about 9.30 pm, I decided to go to bed early because I was (as usual) feeling rather tired. I got into bed. At about 10.00 pm, I turned over in bed and [apologies for too much information] thought I’d wet myself, although it didn’t really feel like that. I went to the toilet and realised that this was not the case – it was actually that my waters were breaking! I sat on the toilet for a while – every time I went to get up more ‘water’ came out and I didn’t want to make the floors wet – and called for Mr C to let him know what was happening. He rang the hospital who, in true traditional fashion,told us to stay at home, wait another hour and take a paracetamol! To be fair to the midwife who answered the phone, Mr C didn’t tell her my medical history, and I wasn’t in pain at that time, so she had no reason to tell us to come in, although at the time I was rather cross and decided this wasn’t on and rang the hospital again. I spoke to someone else and told them about all the complications, and that we were going to come in straightaway, to which she agreed.

We called a taxi, which, thankfully. arrived within about five minutes. Mr C packed up all the things we might need – he already had a bag ready and just had to add a few last minute things. I took a towel with me because I didn’t want to make the taxi seat wet! I explained to the taxi driver that I thought I was in labour, and he was totally nonplussed!

When we got to the maternity triage they monitored the baby to make sure she was OK. This took about 20 minutes, by which time the pain had got much worse and it was confirmed that I was definitely in labour. By the time the obstetrician examined me I was already 7-8 centimetres dilated. We rang the London hospital to let them know what was happening and they talked about possibly arranging a transfer to them from the local hospital, but in the event there was no time for that! We were going to have to deliver the baby at the local hospital – at this point it was still the plan to do a caesarean and I was taken to the delivery suite to be prepared for this. Needless to say, I was in a bit of a state by this point; mainly because of the pain of the contractions, but also because I was worried that the people in the local hospital wouldn’t be able to deal with all my complications – the plans we’d set in place had gone out of the window and we were entering (even more) unknown territory…

The anaesthetist came to talk to me about pain relief, and asked me lots of questions which I found difficult to answer because I couldn’t think or talk very well due to the increasing pain and frequency of contractions. The anaesthetist was lovely, and waited for me to answer her questions in the bits of time where I wasn’t in pain, and was very clear in what she said, as well as taking the time to listen to my concerns about things, Luckily we had the delivery plan from the London hospital in my notes, and I let someone know about this so they could see what drugs I was allowed (or not), and the different methods of monitoring that were required. (I have to be monitored more closely because of my heart condition).

We went to one of the maternity theatres, and I could see all the surgical instruments being laid out for (I still assumed) the caesarean. There were about eight medical people in the theatre, as well as Mr C, who was now decked out in green scrubs and a surgical mask. He tried to help me breathe through the contractions. I had got to the point where I didn’t think I could carry on because the pain was so bad, and was gulping in lots of gas and air. I’m not sure that this helped with the pain, but it was a distraction, and helped my regulate my breathing,

Because it was in the original plan drawn up with the people in London, the anaesthetists tried to put in an arterial line – this gives more accurate blood pressure readings and can also be used to measure oxygen levels in the blood. Having an arterial line inserted hurts – fortunately I was given local anaesthetic (which also hurt, but I assume not as much as if I’d been able to feel the line going in) every time they tried to put it in, because they tried to insert the line lots of times before finally giving up due to my arteries refusing to cooperate and at the request of Mr C who told them there was no point trying to continue.

Another factor in stopping the attempts at insert the arterial line was the fact that BabyMouse was now well and truly on her way out! A c-section was no longer an option, so we were going for a natural delivery for a breech baby, something that is rarely attempted nowadays. I was given a spinal block to numb everything that needed to be numbed – it was such a relief not to be able to feel anything! It was now about 2.00 am and I was put into position on my back, leaning on a wedge-shaped cushion with my legs in stirrups. Not very dignified. It was now about 2.00 am and time to bear down and help BabyMouse out! It was very odd trying to bear down when I couldn’t feel anything, and it was hard to take deep enough breaths and let them out slowly enough when I was pushing.

The doctor actually delivering BabyMouse was lovely (in fact all the staff were lovely) and calm and he talked me though each push, and everyone else in the room helped me to know how long to push for. One of the midwives had her hand on my tummy, feeling for each contraction and telling me when to be ready and breathe. At about 2.25 am, BabyMouse was born! She weighed about 5lb. I had a quick glimpse of her just after she arrived and then she went over to the nurses, as she needed a bit of help with her breathing. Mr C went over with her. A few seconds later we heard her cry, which was a big relief. Someone showed her to me again for a second or two, and then she went to the special care baby unit. I delivered the placenta and the obstetrician dealt with my bleeding – unfortunately this was quite heavy as my heart condition meant that couldn’t have the usual amount of the drug used to contract the womb.

Once the bleeding was under control, I was taken to a recovery room. As is my wont after anaesthetics and/or traumatic medical procedures I spent the next hour or so shaking quite violently. (I’m not actually sure what causes the shaking – maybe just adrenalin.) My oxygen was quite low so they gave me some more, and I also had some tea and toast. Mr C went to see BabyMouse in the special care unit. The nurses took a photo of her which he brought to show me. It was lovely to see her, if only in a picture.

After a while I was taken to  the high dependency unit overnight so I could be monitored closely. The next day I was moved to the maternity ward. BabyMouse stayed in an incubator in the special care unit for three days, as she had trouble maintaining her temperature. She was fed through a tube for the first week or so of her life, because she was so early she didn’t have enough energy to take milk herself. Once she was able to maintain her temperature at the right level she was moved to the special care nursery and taken out of the incubator and put into a cot, although she sometimes had to have an overhead heater on her when she got too cold. The nursery was nice – it had murals of trees and animals all over the walls. A few days after this she moved with me to the transitional care unit, where mums and babies stay together until they’re both well enough to go home. Dads can stay as well, but they have to sleep on chairs (or on the floor if there are no spare chairs). If you’re lucky enough to get a reclining chair they’re quite comfortable, otherwise not so much. Mr C spent a few days on various floors as we moved round the hospital, but also got his fair share of reclining chairs, for which he was most grateful.

BabyMouse and I stayed in hospital for two weeks, until the staff at the hospital were satisfied that she was able to feed properly and didn’t have to have her tube in anymore, and we eventually went home on 12th March.

Before I finish this post, I would like to say that the care we received in Medway Maritime Hospital was exemplary. We could not fault it. The staff were unfailingly competent, kind and thoughtful. Most importantly, the medical staff listened to me when I had concerns, and went out of their way to find answers, reassure me, and help BabyMouse and I as much as possible. I think my experiences at Medway over the last couple of weeks were probably the best experiences of hospital I’ve ever had, and I’ve had my fair share of hospital experiences! I can’t thank the staff enough for everything they did for us. All the people we spoke to said that they also experienced a high standard of care during their stay at Medway. It’s a shame people’s good experiences don’t get reported in the press, but then I suppose that wouldn’t sell papers.

I have lots more to write about our time in hospital, but this post was just to record the story of BabyMouse’s birth before I totally forgot it! Needless to say, I’m suffering a little from lack of sleep!

The best laid plans of bookmice and doctors: aka BabyMouse has arrived!

Just a quick update. BM decided to arrive under her own steam, 5 weeks early, at 2.25am on 26th February. She arrived so quickly there was no time to get to London or do a cesarean!

She is doing ok, all things considered. We’re still in hospital because she hasn’t mastered feeding yet (not surprising given that she should still be in the womb). Not sure how long we’ll be in, but at least we are together on the ward and she is in the best place with lots of people to help her (and me).

At the diabetes clinic

We went to the gestational diabetes clinic yesterday. This involved seeing an obstetrician who specialises in gestational diabetes, then a midwife, then a dietitian.

The obstetrician just talked us through what having gestational diabetes could mean in terms of my health and the health of the baby. Often, babies whose mothers have gestational diabetes (GD) can be quite large (apparently this is the most common problem caused by GD), but, conversely, it can also cause babies to be smaller than average. They’re not sure whether BabyMouse’s smallness is caused by GD, but from what the obstetrician said, I got the feeling they don’t think this is the case, as she has grown steadily throughout – just not grown as much as the average baby. Personally, I think it’s more likely that it’s my anatomy that has caused her to be small. But anyway. The obstetrician also said what the plan would be for the next week or two – I have to test my blood glucose levels before/after every meal and make some changes to my diet, then go back to the clinic to see if I need to have any medication.

The midwife talked me through how to use the blood glucose testing machine. It’s not very complicated and I feel OK about doing it now I’ve done a few tests. Obviously having to prick your finger on a regular basis is not great, but it’s not too bad – I think it’s better sticking a very small needle into your own finger than having someone else do it! Also it helps that you can’t really see the needle as it’s mainly hidden inside the little plastic thing (not sure what this is called!). I’m trying to use a different finger every time, although obviously I will run out of fingers quite soon – but then the first one should be OK to use again.

Blood glucose testing machine

Blood glucose testing machine. The testing strips are in the pot and the needles are in the coloured plastic things.  (Sorry for bad quality of photo)

We’d been warned that the diabetes dietitians could be a bit strict and scary, but the one we spoke to was very nice, and she was pleased with the changes we’d already tried to make to my diet (cutting out sugary foods, reducing the amount of carbs with each meal). She actually said I could be a bit less strict than I was thinking I would need to be. I was pleased to learn that I’m allowed to eat a small amount of chocolate – dark chocolate is best so we’ve bought a couple of bars of that in case I need any ‘emergency’ chocolate! I think I’ll try not to eat it on a regular basis, just in case.

I was supposed to go back to see the diabetes team next week, but there were no appointments left, so we’ve made one for the week after and we can ring on Friday to see if there have been cancellations for next week.

We also went to see the midwives at the local hospital on Monday, and the midwives at the London hospital on Tuesday, for the usual obstetric cholestasis-related liver function tests and baby monitoring (the same tests are done at both hospitals because they can’t see each other’s notes on the computer, which is just silly but what can you do? Roll on care.data?) Unfortunately, my ALT levels have gone up again, and so have my bile acid levels. I don’t really understand why they fluctuate (hormonal changes?) – I probably need to look that up or ask someone at our next appointment.

Baby update number 3

The main items of news for this update are (a) that we have a provisional date for the birth (by C-section) of BabyMouse and (b) that I definitely have gestational diabetes (GD).

The first item is good news; I’m glad we have a date to ‘work towards’, although it is a bit later than I hoped it would be, as it’s nearer to 38 than 37 weeks. However, I’m going to discuss my concerns about that when we next see the consultant. We saw her yesterday, but it was one of those moments when I thought – ‘perhaps I should mention this’ and then didn’t, and then regretted not doing so! Having the baby slightly nearer to 38 weeks is better in terms of the gestational diabetes, but possibly not so good in terms of the obstetric cholestasis (OC). As I’ve already had steroids to help BM’s lungs develop I’m wondering if we should try for a slightly earlier date, but I didn’t say this in our meeting yesterday. I suppose I assumed the consultant would have mentioned it if necessary, but then I realised that no one had written about the steroids in my London hospital notes (it’s in the ones from the local hospital)  so she may have forgotten about it – the perils of being looked after in two different places! On which point, the consultant said me being treated at two hospitals is getting a bit too confusing (which is true) so it would be better if I also have my liver function tests done in London, then everything will be on the same notes, which sounds like a good plan to me! I will mention about the steroids at our next appointment.

Item (b) is obviously not so good. I could really have done without having GD on top of everything else! I will have to adjust my diet and monitor my blood sugar levels at regular intervals throughout the day, but we don’t know exactly what this will entail until we go to the GD clinic next Tuesday. I’ve already started to alter my diet a bit by not eating cakes, sweets, chocolate, etc., and reducing the proportion of carbohydrates to other foodstuffs. I would just like to say that I don’t think we usually eat particularly unhealthily – GD is caused by changes in hormones during pregnancy rather than a ‘bad’ diet, although you are more likely to develop GD if you’re overweight (which I’m not). Apparently it also quite often accompanies OC.

In other news, we had another growth scan yesterday and BM has grown – hooray! Although she is still small, she is at least all on the charts now, so that was reassuring. We have another scan booked for 2 weeks’ time.

Despite having a date for the birth, I’m still feeling rather rubbish and anxious about everything. Just under five weeks seems like a long time, even though it’s really not. I just want BM to be alright, and I don’t feel like she’s safe at the moment – I feel like I’m a sort of broken incubator – and the worst thing is that there’s not very much I can do about it, especially in terms of the OC. Mr C is doing lots of organising (he has made many lists!) and moving stuff around in the house, and we’re going shopping for baby things with my mum on Friday, but I don’t feel like doing any of this. I want BM to be here and be well, and then I can think about everything else – which is obviously not very practical because we need some things ready before she arrives! Anyway, I’m going shopping on Friday so that’s that. It doesn’t help that I’m not a fan of shopping at the best of times! Could be an interesting day.

My midwife was a bit worried about my emotional state, so she put me in touch with a midwife who specialises in mental health and I went to see her on Monday, which was helpful. It was good to express some of my feelings (inarticulately as ever) and she had some good practical suggestions about how to cope. Mainly, it was just nice to be able to tell someone other than poor Mr C (and you, poor readers) about how I’m feeling. I must say that all the medical professionals (bar two who I don’t have to see again) that I’ve dealt with since I’ve been pregnant have been lovely, competent and helpful, and have made us (yet again) mightily thankful for the NHS.

Another baby update

We’ve had a few, well, more than a few, hospital appointments since my first update about BabyMouse, so I thought it was probably time for another one. Apologies in advance for any TMI moments in this post.

This week’s  main news, such as it is, is that we had our delivery planning meeting with the specialists obstetrics team and colleagues on Monday. This involved the obstetrician we’ve been seeing in London (cardiac specialist), a cardiologist who works with my cardiologist, an anesthetist and 3 medical students who were there to observe.  Unfortunately, we didn’t reach any concrete decisions, mainly because we need to see whether BM will turn into the ‘correct’ position for delivery. She’s in the breech (feet- instead of head-down) position at the moment. Babies usually turn into the head–down position before their due date, but  I have a unicornuate uterus (this page has a nice illustration, if you’re interested), so she is a bit squashed in and may not have room to turn. The obstetrician thinks the reason she is small is probably also because of the shape of my uterus. If she does turn, they will induce me for a ‘normal’ delivery by 38 weeks because of the Obstetric Cholestasis  (OC) (although the sonographer I saw yesterday thinks it will be before then), but if she doesn’t they will do a Cesarean section, also at 38 weeks. So, again, we will have to wait and see. I was hoping for some more clear cut plans – I like plans – but perhaps that was unrealistic at this stage.

As I mentioned above, we also had another scan with the consultant sonographer yesterday. She was more reassuring this time than last – she said the baby’s head is probably small just because she is a small baby, rather than it being small due to anything more serious (although being a small baby is obviously not ideal in itself if she is too small). So I managed to get home without crying this time…

But when I got home I found a message on my answerphone from one of the midwives at the hospital I’d just been to (I didn’t hear my phone ring!) saying that the mini glucose tolerance test (mini GTT) I had last week showed that my glucose levels are raised so now I have to have the full glucose tolerance test next week to see if I have gestational diabetes! I’m sorry to say this made me quite upset and I did have a bit of a self-pitying ‘why is this all happening to me?/my poor baby’ crying session at that point. It just seems like it’s one (usually bad) thing after another at the moment.  But I felt better after speaking to my mother-in-law (ex-midwife) and reading some posts on Gas And Air, a blog I’ve recently discovered, which helped me feel less alone.

In other news, the OC-related itching has got really bad again at night, so I’m not sleeping very well, which probably isn’t helping my positivity levels!


I’ve been watching Hinterland on the BBC iPlayer. I can’t really say I’ve enjoyed watching it,  on the whole, because the subject matter of the episodes so far has been almost unrelentingly grim, but I appreciate that it’s a ‘quality drama’ in the vein of recent Scandi noirs such as Wallander and The Killing. Apparently the makers of The Killing have bought the rights to Hinterland, which is probably a sign that it’s OK (if you like that sort of thing).

There are a couple of things about Hinterland that I have enjoyed. One is the beautiful Welsh landscape. The series is set in Aberystwyth, where I did my library degree. It’s quite fun to spot places I know, and it’s also made me realise how much of Aber (as it is known) I didn’t see while I was there. I used to live in North Wales as well (also as a student), and that is equally beautiful, possibly even more so in some parts. Obviously the BBC’s producers/writers/whoever decides these things have made the most of the Mid-Wales landscape – apparently they chose to shoot the series in winter, when it’s at its most foreboding (poor cast and crew!) – and it works really well as a character in its own right, just as well as the Swedish landscape in Wallander.  However, I feel I should say that Aber is really not such a grim place as it’s portrayed in Hinterland. I enjoyed my time there, and my memories are mainly of beach barbecues and long, happy days in the university library!

Sunset on Aberystwyth

Sunset on one of the days we had a BBQ (2003)

Big sand dune

Me and Mr C on a big sand dune at Ynyslas (2003)

The other thing I’ve enjoyed is hearing the Welsh language on (relatively) mainstream television. One article I read said they’d filmed the series twice – once in Welsh and once in English, but the version on iPlayer seems to be in a mixture of Welsh (with English subtitles) and English. I really like Welsh, even though I can only speak about 5 words of it. I tried to learn when I was in Wales, but other things (e.g. essays) got in the way, alas. It’s my favourite language to sing in. I’m sure it’s easier to sing in Welsh than in other languages, but I could be wrong.

I would recommend Hinterland if you’re a fan of dark mystery series – the acting’s good and it’s beautifully shot – but it really is quite bleak in outlook, so don’t watch it if you’re not feeling particularly cheerful!


Mr C has his own equivalent of a mind palace (mind ships). I wonder, after watching the last episode of series 3 of Sherlock, if I should be worried about that! Only joking. I think Mr C is one of the least socio/psychopathic people I’ve ever met! He is ‘just’ very clever, and his mind works in a slightly unusual way. Anyway (mainly because of Mr C) I find the concept of mind palaces or their equivalent rather interesting, but this post is simply a few thoughts about the latest series of Sherlock.

I’m just not sure I really enjoyed it. That is, I did enjoy it, but not as much as I wanted to. There were some aspects of it that I really appreciated and found amusing, but I think the main problem I had is that it was too different from the previous two series. The characters didn’t feel the same, particularly Sherlock himself. I don’t really deal with things being different very well, especially seemingly unimportant ‘constants’ like TV programmes, so I suppose that doesn’t help. I just wanted there to be cases to be solved like there were in the first two series…I know there were cases in series 3, but I felt that the episodes lacked the structure that came from the cases in the previous series. I like structure.

I don’t like it when writers make stories to show off their own intelligence. Yes, I know that is sort of the point of writing in some cases, but I don’t think storylines for TV shows should be made unnecessarily complicated just because writers feel the need to show people how clever they are, and I think Moffat et al can be guilty of this – symptoms of such behaviour can be seen in recent episodes of Doctor Who, as well as Sherlock (IMHO).

I don’t really know how to explain my feeling about series 3! How silly of me, as Mrs Hudson would say! Perhaps I’ll watch them again and try and formulate my thoughts after that.

Baby update

As we have just had an ‘interesting’ baby-related few days, I thought it was probably time to write something on this blog about BabyMouse or BM, as she (we think) will be known on this blog.

At about 26 weeks pregnant (about two weeks ago) I started itching a lot, so, being someone who worries about such things, I went to the GP. She was on the case and I had a blood test done straightaway, which was just as well because it turned out that my liver function has gone a bit wrong and I’ve been diagnosed with obstetric cholestasis (OC). This doesn’t do me much harm, apart from the itching, which is just annoying, but it can be very bad for the baby in the later stages of pregnancy, so it is rather worrying to be diagnosed with it. I now have to have regular blood tests, which are always fun when your veins are small and refuse to let go of their blood! But still, it must be done.

The drama we had over the weekend developed because I was worried about the baby not moving very much overnight on Saturday. I’d been advised to keep a close eye on her movements because of the OC, so I may have been over-cautious, but I was really worried, so we went up to the maternity triage at the local hospital quite early on Sunday morning. They were lovely and supportive, and did a lot of monitoring of the baby and some more blood tests (it took 7 attempts to get any blood out by Mr C’s reckoning and I now have bruises to show for it! P.S. I hate needles), and decided to keep me in on Sunday night until Monday afternoon, just for observation as a precaution given the OC and my pre-existing heart condition.

Fortunately, BabyMouse woke up whenever she was attached to the monitor and performed her moves very well, so we were able to go home on Monday afternoon as promised. We were given some steroids to help her lungs develop, as it’s likely that she/I will have to be induced early (37-38 weeks) as is the usual practice nowadays with women who have OC. I also now have some medication (Urso) which should help stablise the liver function and reduce the itching. I also have a large pot of cream and some bath oil to help with the latter. Apart from taking the medication, monitoring the baby and my liver function and probably delivering the baby early there is not much that be done about the OC, so we just have to take things as they come…which of course is easier said than done.

Alas, we have an additional thing to worry about in that BM is quite small for her age. This is not necessarily a problem as lots of babies are small and turn out fine, and my cardiologist had already said that our baby might be small because of my lower-than-average oxygen levels. However, the smallness of BM’s head is a particular concern, so we are having extra scans to monitor her growth. We had the latest one of those yesterday. The consultant sonographer was kind, but didn’t pull any punches when telling us what the worst case scenarios could be and I found it quite upsetting (understatement). Even Mr C was not his usual chirpy self afterwards. But the facts on the ground as not that bad – it’s just knowing what bad things could happen that makes one sad and worried. As Mr C said yesterday, perhaps it was better in the past when we didn’t know so much about baby development – but of course it’s good to know if you can do something to help, it’s just hard when all you can do is wait and see.

P.S. If you are pregnant and find yourself itching a lot, it is important to go to your midwife or doctor and let them know, just so they can rule out OC. It’s unlikely to be that, as it only affects about 1 in 140 pregnancies in the UK, but it’s worth getting it checked out so you can and the baby can be monitored if necessary.


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