The nights were getting harder – tossing and turning. I would wake every hour on the hour, needing the toilet, again! But once back in bed, almost out of routine now, I would have another drink of water and wait to feel the baby move before I could shut my eyes again. It was exhausting, but unfortunately a necessity given the time frame we were now working with – I was currently 34-weeks gestation and terrified!
I had also now been instructed to inject myself with a daily dose of insulin – just to add to the long list of prescriptions. The problem was my first morning fasting reading being consecutively above 5.1bgl, therefore the insulin was to be injected at night time. The Diabetes Specialist must have heard my hesitation because she questioned what she thought to be concern in my voice. I stated that adding insulin to the list of medications didn’t worry me, however I was already on blood thinners, iron tablets, indigestion tablets, prednisolone, an antihistamine and my antidepressant – I questioned how much was too much? I was reassured the insulin wouldn’t cross over with any of my current medications, but I was encouraged to discuss it further at my next appointment with the Royal Women’s Hospital.
I was amazed by the minuscule scale of the needle that was paired with the insulin compared to the clexane needle, taking a photo and sending it through to Taylor straight away with the text, ‘this is what you complained about?!’ It was almost like a ‘that’s not a knife, this is a knife!’ moment. Taylor too, scared by the size difference.
We had all worked hard over the weekend and we were all tired, therefore after dropping Charlie off at day-care on the Monday, I set off on one more adventure for a vintage piece for the nursery. The items I had found on Facebook marketplace and somehow between two separate buyers I had found the complete set of Winnie-The-Pooh wood carving figurines.
I had nothing else planned for the day other than resting before our maternity shoot with Holly upon sunset.
Luckily, we struck gold with the most beautiful sunset and along with our little oasis down the back, we had the perfect backdrop. We mucked around getting candid shots as a family, photos with the bump, the dogs and before long, the sheep, chickens and Johnny too. Charlie was in his element, picking up the chicken that had been following us around, holding it up to the camera and giving it a kiss. We did have to watch Johnny as he decided he wasn’t a fan of Holly, who to him was a stranger in his paddock and therefore, had gone into defence mode. Watching her moves very closely and waiting to take his chance to pounce – defiantly making things more difficult. Especially once Doti decided she hadn’t had her close-up yet and too joined us in the paddock, again under the watchful eye of Johnny. We ended up returning Doti to the backyard and just getting some nice shots of me in the hay pile before I was joined by Flossy and Abigail. We knew it wouldn’t be easy involving all the animals and Charlie but it was also very us, so all we could hope for was that was what the photos represented. The photos were to represent Louis, as well as our rainbow baby and I believe Holly was able to capture that. I felt a sense of calm sitting there alone, yet not alone in the hay pile with my butterfly boy and our rainbow baby still within me.
We will be forever grateful for these photos and the friendship we share with Holly, who had been there for us through it all!
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Tuesday saw more jobs get ticked off the long lingering list of things to do with Mum bringing back two loads of freshly washed bedding, towels and tiny baby clothes. I had managed to get a load of washing through and the dishes loaded before Dave returned home from work and I smashed out some Christmas present wrapping.
Before long I headed outside to hear the noises of screaming and giggling from down the side of the house. After a false start with the pool over the weekend, Dave was now refilling it with fresh water, Charlie and the neighbours helping – hence the noise! Leaving them be, I made my way out to the Christmas lights to add what I had hoped were the final touches to this year’s display. Adding fresh batteries to the few items that lingered on from last year, clipping a new set of solar lights along the front fence and highlighting the Christmas train. Come nightfall, everything had really started to come together and after moving a few spotlights around I was happy with how things were looking. However, Dave and I agreed that next year any new additions were to be purchased and not home-made! The train looked amazing but the work I had put in was big enough to cover two years surely?!
Feeling satisfied, I headed for bed, completely unaware of what bub had planned for us come the early hours of Wednesday, December 17, 2025.
'Our Little Louis' 