Tips for Sleeping Well During Pregnancy

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For most mothers, pregnancy is an exciting, joyful time. However, there are instances where it can cause a few issues, and sleep deprivation can be one of them. Because of eurousc.com the many changes the body goes through while pregnant, hormonal and physical, it can lead to wow)) muscle problems, breathing problems and other discomforts. There are plenty of ways to treat and cope with these, so do not fear!

Symptoms

The following is a list of some of the pregnancy-related conditions that can occur to cause sleep loss:

Insomnia – This is the inability to fall asleep or to stay asleep for as long as desired. A study from 2012 showed over 50% of women were found to suffer from insomnia during their pregnancy. It can be caused by anxiety, or the natural occurrences in pregnancy, including nausea, back pain and foetal movement.

Sleep apnoea – This is a disorder in which breathing is briefly interrupted during sleep. This can either be caused by muscles at the back of the throat failing to keep the airway open, or the brain failing to properly control breathing during sleep. How is this related to pregnancy? Pregnancy can often cause weight gain, so any extra weight around the neck and throat narrows your airways. You are also more prone to snoring during pregnancy, which can make sleep apnoea more likely. This is due to extra hormones and an increased amount of blood in the body making the blood vessels in the nose expand.

Nocturnal gastroesophagal reflux (GERD) – More commonly known as heartburn, this is considered a normal part of pregnancy. However, at night the effects can be more severe as it can damage the oesophagus and disrupt sleep.

Frequent urination – This is commonly seen in pregnancy and click now can lead to a loss of sleep.

Coping with Sleep Loss

These symptoms may be worrying for expecting mothers, but there are many ways to make sure you get plenty of sleep.

Plan and prioritise your sleep. Set yourself a time to get to bed and this will eventually become a pattern that will be naturally included in your daily routine. Try to get sufficient exercise during the day too (at least 30 minutes), unless your doctor has advised against it. Also drink plenty of water during the day, but cut down before bedtime to stop frequent urination.

When it comes to try it lying in bed, sleeping on your left side can help improve blood flow which will reduce pain. You can also try bending your knees and hips and place pillows between your knees, under your abdomen and behind your back. This can take of the strain off your back. Also try to avoid lying on your back for extended periods of time. It also helps to have a comfortable bed, so it might be a good idea to invest in a new one if your current bed has caused you trouble before. If you really can’t sleep, don’t force yourself. Get up and do something, like reading a book or taking a warm bath.

 

 

 

The Definitive Maternity Checklist and cialis 100mg Win a £50 Matalan Voucher!

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The maternity checklist. To me it was less of a ‘checklist’ and more of a ‘novel’.

I remember packing my bags for hospital, and when I say ‘bags’ I mean ‘plural of bag’ because I had… what? Two? Three of them? Plus a pillow, plus a car seat, plus a birthing ball. I don’t think I have ever been so prepared in my life for anything than I was for the births of my two children.

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How To Dress A Bump

how to dress a bump

I loved being pregnant.

OK, I didn’t. I really didn’t. I felt sick, exhausted, flat out ill. I never had the pregnancy glow, at least not without the help of a lot of make-up. I looked grey, had bad hair and could not stay awake. One of my lasting memories is that of me at three months pregnant, lying on the sofa. Trying to entertain a 1 year old Elfie but just weeping because I felt so wretched. She was laughing so I think she found the weeping entertaining.

But still, I loved being pregnant and I love to look back on the time when my babies were in my tummy. It’s a pretty crazy and magical thing that we women do, growing people. Elfie has recently learned that babies grow in mummies tummies and I’m trying not to feel offended that she asked me if I had another baby in there when we were in the bath last week. Instead I feel touched that she has been asking to get back in my tummy :) And then she says “oh no! Elfie too big!”. Too right.

how to dress a bump

how to dress a bump

This time last year was my favourite time of pregnancy. I was about 30 weeks pregnant and had finally found some energy, I wasn’t too freaked out yet about being a mum of two under 2 and had stopped feeling so ill. I was completely unable to eat during the first 18 weeks and ended up losing a lot of weight so was all bump. It’s lots of westraydevelopmenttrust.co.uk fun dressing a bump!

how to dress a bump

how to dress a bump

how to dress a bump

One thing I never got on board with was Maternity clothes. I could never bring myself to buy clothes from such a small collection that would last me only 9 months, although even now only a year on there seem to be so many more brands out there to choose from. There’s Vertbaudet for one, Keungzai and good old ASOS Maternity. In fact, looking at all the photos on this page I’m not wearing any maternity wear: only maternity-waistband jeans and lovelovefilms.com leggings (H&M are best for these in my opinion… I definitely don’t still wear them. Ahem).

how to dress a bump

how to dress a bump

There’s absolutely nothing like having your child grow inside you. It’s so freaky and alien-like but also the most natural thing you can do. I often feel a bit sad that this is something men won’t ever get to experience, but then I’m not sure they could handle it. Plus they get to do other fun stuff, like peeing standing up ;)

I’m getting way too wistful about pregnancy here, it’s making me feel quite nervous (and if Will is reading this I expect his balls are slowly retreating at the thought of Harold baby number 3). To balance it out I’m going to remind myself of this: piles. Constipation. Leaky boobs. Pregnancy UTIs. Post-natal depression. Morning sickness.

It’s not working! How is pregnancy so intoxicating?

how to dress a bump

how to dress a bump

Thank-you to Vertbaudet for collaborating with me on this post. Please take a look at their selection of fabulous maternity wear! 

Waiting, by Jana Romanova

It’s a bit heathen-esque for me to admit that I’ve never been into art. I like a pretty picture as much as the next person but I really have no great appreciation for cows suspended in formaldehyde or great water colours by 18th century French men. This possibly goes against  my middle class facade and I may well be turned away from John Lewis the next time I step through their doors but it’s the truth: I am the woman who went to the Louvre, took a look through the window then decided to drink a bottle of wine in the cafe next door. My motto? You’ve seen one painting, you’ve seen then all.

 

 

One exception to this rule is PHOTOS.  Photos, I love. I really appreciate the http://fertilityroad.com/cialis-pfizer-canada work of artists like Ryan McGinley, Harley Weir, Terry Richardson and even Richard Kern, and I was introduced to these people in my job at Vice Magazine before Elfie came along. It was the most wonderful exciting, cutting-edge and creative atmosphere to work in and gave me so many opportunities, from going to fashion week to sending my dad to a rock festival in France and as much vodka I could possibly drink.

 

 

Unfortunately, family life was not so compatable with all that crazy fun so I went self-employed after maternity leave but I still like to keep up with my old friends at Vice; that’s how I came across this incredible series of photographs by a Russian artist. Entitled ‘Waiting’, it’s a collection of http://canangoknil.com/levitra-best-price pictures that Jana Romanova took of her friends and muzeumsportu.org their partners in different stages of pregnancy as they slept in bed. Setting up a ladder the night before she would creep in at 6am to snap her photographs quietly, before they woke up. I’m not sure how well I would sleep knowing someone was about to come in and capture the crusty bits around my mouth but I think it’s such a wonderful idea and a real intimate insight into an aspect of a couple’s life you don’t normally see. It makes me think back to that special special time when we were waiting to meet our babies, the kicks, flips and turns  you feel so much more at night.

You can see the full story and an interview with Jana Romanova over at Vice.com or visit Jana’s website here.

9 Months Of A Bump

When I reviewed my 9 months of being pregnant with Elfie I commented how amazing the body’s capacity to forget is. You look at photos of your pregnant bump and it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside despite nine months of hell and illness. Don’t be fooled by my smiles, they’re just for the camera.

Weirdly enough I didn’t feel that pregnant but looking back on it now I definitely looked pregnant. Very pregnant. I kind of miss it (SEE??! 9 months of hell and my brain is tricking me into missing it) but having Huxley on the outside is wonderful. It’s so strange to look at the 6 and 8 week photos and what is viagra imagine him as a teeny tiny foetus inside me. So much has happened in that period of aiesep.org time; we’ve moved house twice, I’ve worked on lots of lovely projects, stopped working because I was too knackered, experienced a Christmas and only hair my hair cut once (oops).

Pregnancy: it’s 40 long weeks of a beautiful, vommy, exhausting, wonderous experience.

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Homecoming

 

We came home yesterday.

Let me tell you, a whole week in hospital on a hot, noisy maternity ward with your new baby really makes you think about and appreciate the small things. Especially when neither of you are ill so the stay seems kind of futile. I  tried to view it as extra healing time for me and extra bonding time with Hux, but I missed Elfie and our home so so much. Our families were brilliant and rallied round so Will was able to be at the hospital the it's great! majority of the time but I think he was driven slightly mental by the whole noisy ward experience – as was I.

We were in awaiting the results of tests that Huxley needed to see if he was born with the same condition as Elfie. Because what she has is so rare and not very well understood they were being super cautious about releasing us, but yesterday we were given the preliminary all-clear and allowed to come home. There are still more tests to come back but everything looks good and we believe Huxley will not be affected. The relief was incredible and I was so happy to get him home yesterday.

 

The amazing thing about hospitals (alongside their ability to look after and cure people) is the sheer melting pot of people they attract. Like the post office. So many times I wished I had the energy and means to blog about what was around me, it was so surreal and weird at times.

There was the woman who I was placed opposite on the ante natal ward when i was admitted at 2cm who was on all fours with a canister of gas and air, howling like a banshee and http://eurousc.com/site/viagra-20mg screaming that she needed to push. After a very loud examination (midwife: “I haven’t touched you yet, please stop screaming”) she was carted off to the labour ward. At 3cm dilated. According to Will, my face at that point was a picture, but really her screams were totally One Born Every Minute-esque and not good for the mental state of http://greeningnipissing.org/gay-levitra a woman who planned on calmly and quietly breathing through labour, i.e. me.

 

Then there was the relief I felt when the consultant started talking about a c section which would take place at 39+6 (though my notes said 40+1?), because even though I felt like I was letting myself down by not attempting to move forward with the VBAC I knew I couldn’t take any more sleepless nights of ineffectual contractions along with the decreased movements and slowing heartrate; it had been four days already,  I may have gone mental. At that point there is nothing I wanted more than a lovely kind surgeon to cut my abdomen open. They did a pretty thorough stretch and sweep but put me on the emergency list for the afternoon of the 16th May should that not bring on more contractions. It didn’t.

Let’s not talk about the apartmentdelsol.com surgeon who put in my cannula IN MY TWEETING HAND when I specifically requested it go in my left, and instead feel thankful that it didnt work so someone had to swap it around.

 

Next in my hospital chronicle is the anaesthetist who congratulated me on my excellent banter (he actually used those words) before telling me post-section my uterus was ‘flabby’ and warning me that the medicine he had to give me to contract it would make me violently sick, but that’s ok because that’s better than bleeding to death, right? I wasn’t sick (champion!) but did feel completely and utterly horrendous for the next eight hours.

Best of all was all the amazing midwives who were just superb and who made the experience so much more pleasant than it could’ve been.

My roommate throughout the whole experience was a heavily tattoed Biker/Butcher lady who had some very interesting opinions: 50 Shades Of Grey? Not that sexual according to her. Her baby was 6lb born at 35 weeks so was quite jaundiced and spent the whole week under lights. Happily she got to go home the day before I did, she was quite hilarious.

 

I think I did a pretty good job of staying positive when I was in there – I hated not knowing how long they would be keeping us in – and having poor mr Huxley poked for bloods every 6 hours was awful. The lovely people of Twitter went a long long way towards keeping me sane as well as helping me with breast feeding questions in the middle of the night when I felt like I was passing glass through my nipples (answer: plenty of Lansinoh and it WILL get better). I think my mental state was mostly down to the fact I daren’t hope to go home as I knew that if Hux’s tests had come back positive then we’d have be there for the foreseeable future. And that would have been awful.

Anyway, walking through my own front door yesterday felt beyond heavenly. I feel so lucky for my lovely little family, our beautiful home, my caring and thoughtful husband and all the people we have around us. And shit, I have 2 kids. How did that happen?!

 

Psst… don’t forget you can still vote for More Than Toast as Best Pregnancy Blog at the MAD Awards!