Lara's birth story

"Engram" wrote:

snip birth story

I spent my hospital stay of 6 days and first few days at home crying when
people weren't looking. I tried breastfeeding but because of the caesarian
my milk just wasn't coming in. Lara lost more than 10% of her body weight
in three days and was put on complimentary formula feeds. I was shattered.
I couldn't give birth to her and now I couldn't sustain her life, either.
I didn't even remember meeting her for the first time because of all the
drugs I was on. I cried and cried and cried.

She's 20 days old today and breastfeeding like a champion. No more formula
feeds. I don't cry any more, either, except when I think about the birth
and how it all happened.

You've come a long way. I'm happy you guys have breastfeeding down and
I'm glad you're not as sad. Sorry your daughter's birth didn't turn out how
you wanted it but I'm glad everything is okay in the end.

Looking forward to the pictures!

--
Rebecca Jo
Mama to Alexander 6/6/05
EDD 6/28/2007

This has been a long time coming, but the delay was unavoidable due to my
caeserian scar getting infected and me landing back in hospital for a few
days. Plus I'm spending weekdays at my mum's place so she can help me lift
DS and I have no access to the Net there...

At 41 weeks precisely I was woken by what felt like a pretty bad cramp at
2:20am. I tried to keep sleeping but there was another one 10 minutes later.
And then another and another, every 10 minutes. At 3am I decided to get up
and help things along by walking around. By 3:30am they started coming every
3 minutes. And I was experiencing what I thought was loss of control of my
bladder but in hindsight was probably my waters leaking. At 3:45am I decided
to wake DH. "Huh? What?? What's going on???" "I'm in labour" Off he troops
to the bathroom. It was at precicely this time that I lost control of my
bladder big time and stood in front of the bathroom, hammering on the door.
Now I'm guessing this was the "big gush"!

We called my mum at about 3:50am (yes, I know I was going to call my sister
instead, but decided to go with mum after all). Mum was a trooper and took
off straight away, arriving at 4:30am. And she didn't have that accident I
had been fearing, nor was she in a panic when she arrived. Off DH and I went
to the hospital. In the meantime, I continued my 3 minute contractions.

From A&E (Accident and Emergency) I got a wheelchair ride to the delivery
suite. They asked me if I wanted to be examined or if I wanted to wait.
There were yells from one of the suites as someone was already well under
way and apparently progressing very slowly. I opted for the examination even
though the midwives weren't looking too keen about doing it, thinking I had
all the time in the world. So midwife #1 has me take a pee-in-a-cup and asks
if my waters broke. I say I don't know, but I've been losing control of my
bladder. The pee-in-a-cup comes up pink. Ooops! Seems like my waters broke
after all... So she has a bit of a poke around and comes up with a quizzical
look on her face. How far am I dilated? "About 1 cm" but she thinks
something doesn't feel right. Will it be alright if midwife #2 has a feel?
What the heck, I lost me dignity long ago. #2 also thinks something feels
off but confirms the 1 cm theory. They decide to bring in the OB and his
ultrasound machine. I'm getting suspicious. The OB, too, has a feel,
declares 5-6cm dilated and confirms that something is not right. I'm
thinking this dilation business is progressing a bit fast... So he hauls out
the U/S machine and says the baby is breech. To which I say no way, two days
ago I was told by one of your most experienced doctors that she's head down
and engaged. Well, apparently her bum is engaged. They look at each other
and say they're putting together a caeserian team. My reply was "then do it
fast because this baby is coming now!" and had a massive contraction which
had me wanting to push.

So they've got me on happy gas, which is giving me head spins and isn't
doing much besides that. There's a flurry of activity and apparently I'm
getting a shave. Not that they got far - I was too far gone by then and they
had to rush me out. I was co-operating with the demands to "don't push" as
much as I could but this baby wanted to come out NOW. So they're wheeling me
down the corridor and I'm gritting my teeth, because I want to scream but I
don't want to disturb the other patients with unearthly noises. When you're
in hospital, the last thing you want to hear is some woman screaming "no,
no, no, no no!" as she's being whisked past your ward. Doesn't inspire
confidence in the medical establishment... When they got me to theatre I let
go with the "no, no, no, no no!" DH said that he got told to wait outside
and all he could hear was me yelling "no, no, no, no, no!" every couple of
minutes.

They decided against an epidural and to try for a spinal block. Tried three
times and failed. In the meantime I was back on the nitrous and the happy
gas was doing strange things to my head. "The world is spinning" I slurred.
"Everything is echoing" is another gem I came out with. And then they're
trying to shove this claustrophobically small black mask over my nose and
mouth. I started to move my head from side to side and asked them what the
hell they were doing. Something about a general anaesthetic permeated the
fog and I remember thinking "I don't want a general, the baby might not wake
up from a general" but in the end I stopped fighting them because I was just
too exhausted from not pushing for about an hour or longer. My world went
black...

I spent my hospital stay of 6 days and first few days at home crying when
people weren't looking. I tried breastfeeding but because of the caesarian
my milk just wasn't coming in. Lara lost more than 10% of her body weight in
three days and was put on complimentary formula feeds. I was shattered. I
couldn't give birth to her and now I couldn't sustain her life, either. I
didn't even remember meeting her for the first time because of all the drugs
I was on. I cried and cried and cried.

She's 20 days old today and breastfeeding like a champion. No more formula
feeds. I don't cry any more, either, except when I think about the birth and
how it all happened.

For those of you who have made it this far - thanks for reading. At the
moment I'm busy going back and forth between mum's and home but I'll put up
a few photos of my baby girl soon!

Kasia

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Matthew 21 June 2005
Lara 13 Oct 2006

Check out our family at
http://www.geocities.com/engram_au/
(still not updated - photos of Lara coming soon!)

Engram wrote:
This has been a long time coming, but the delay was unavoidable due
to my caeserian scar getting infected and me landing back in hospital
for a few days. Plus I'm spending weekdays at my mum's place so she
can help me lift DS and I have no access to the Net there...

At 41 weeks precisely I was woken by what felt like a pretty bad
cramp at 2:20am. I tried to keep sleeping but there was another one
10 minutes later. And then another and another, every 10 minutes. At
3am I decided to get up and help things along by walking around. By
3:30am they started coming every 3 minutes. And I was experiencing
what I thought was loss of control of my bladder but in hindsight was
probably my waters leaking. At 3:45am I decided to wake DH. "Huh?
What?? What's going on???" "I'm in labour" Off he troops to the
bathroom. It was at precicely this time that I lost control of my
bladder big time and stood in front of the bathroom, hammering on the
door. Now I'm guessing this was the "big gush"!
We called my mum at about 3:50am (yes, I know I was going to call my
sister instead, but decided to go with mum after all). Mum was a
trooper and took off straight away, arriving at 4:30am. And she
didn't have that accident I had been fearing, nor was she in a panic
when she arrived. Off DH and I went to the hospital. In the meantime,
I continued my 3 minute contractions.
From A&E (Accident and Emergency) I got a wheelchair ride to the
delivery suite. They asked me if I wanted to be examined or if I
wanted to wait. There were yells from one of the suites as someone
was already well under way and apparently progressing very slowly. I
opted for the examination even though the midwives weren't looking
too keen about doing it, thinking I had all the time in the world. So
midwife #1 has me take a pee-in-a-cup and asks if my waters broke. I
say I don't know, but I've been losing control of my bladder. The
pee-in-a-cup comes up pink. Ooops! Seems like my waters broke after
all... So she has a bit of a poke around and comes up with a
quizzical look on her face. How far am I dilated? "About 1 cm" but
she thinks something doesn't feel right. Will it be alright if
midwife #2 has a feel? What the heck, I lost me dignity long ago. #2
also thinks something feels off but confirms the 1 cm theory. They
decide to bring in the OB and his ultrasound machine. I'm getting
suspicious. The OB, too, has a feel, declares 5-6cm dilated and
confirms that something is not right. I'm thinking this dilation
business is progressing a bit fast... So he hauls out the U/S machine
and says the baby is breech. To which I say no way, two days ago I
was told by one of your most experienced doctors that she's head down
and engaged. Well, apparently her bum is engaged. They look at each
other and say they're putting together a caeserian team. My reply was
"then do it fast because this baby is coming now!" and had a massive
contraction which had me wanting to push.
So they've got me on happy gas, which is giving me head spins and
isn't doing much besides that. There's a flurry of activity and
apparently I'm getting a shave. Not that they got far - I was too far
gone by then and they had to rush me out. I was co-operating with the
demands to "don't push" as much as I could but this baby wanted to
come out NOW. So they're wheeling me down the corridor and I'm
gritting my teeth, because I want to scream but I don't want to
disturb the other patients with unearthly noises. When you're in
hospital, the last thing you want to hear is some woman screaming
"no, no, no, no no!" as she's being whisked past your ward. Doesn't
inspire confidence in the medical establishment... When they got me
to theatre I let go with the "no, no, no, no no!" DH said that he got
told to wait outside and all he could hear was me yelling "no, no,
no, no, no!" every couple of minutes.
They decided against an epidural and to try for a spinal block. Tried
three times and failed. In the meantime I was back on the nitrous and
the happy gas was doing strange things to my head. "The world is
spinning" I slurred. "Everything is echoing" is another gem I came
out with. And then they're trying to shove this claustrophobically
small black mask over my nose and mouth. I started to move my head
from side to side and asked them what the hell they were doing.
Something about a general anaesthetic permeated the fog and I
remember thinking "I don't want a general, the baby might not wake up
from a general" but in the end I stopped fighting them because I was
just too exhausted from not pushing for about an hour or longer. My
world went black...
I spent my hospital stay of 6 days and first few days at home crying
when people weren't looking. I tried breastfeeding but because of the
caesarian my milk just wasn't coming in. Lara lost more than 10% of
her body weight in three days and was put on complimentary formula
feeds. I was shattered. I couldn't give birth to her and now I
couldn't sustain her life, either. I didn't even remember meeting her
for the first time because of all the drugs I was on. I cried and
cried and cried.
She's 20 days old today and breastfeeding like a champion. No more
formula feeds. I don't cry any more, either, except when I think
about the birth and how it all happened.

For those of you who have made it this far - thanks for reading. At
the moment I'm busy going back and forth between mum's and home but
I'll put up a few photos of my baby girl soon!

Kasia

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Matthew 21 June 2005
Lara 13 Oct 2006

Check out our family at
http://www.geocities.com/engram_au/
(still not updated - photos of Lara coming soon!)

Hugs honey. I'm glad all is well now. I have to say, not having your milk
come in for 5, or 6 days is not all that unusual, and can happen with a
vaginal or cesarean birth. And baby losing 10% of it's birthweight is also
very very normal. I'm glad breastfeeding is well established now, but
please don't beat yourself up over how it went in the early days. It sounds
TOTALLY normal to me, and very common.
--

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Addison Grace, 9/30/04

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"Rebecca Jo" wrote in message
...
You've come a long way. I'm happy you guys have breastfeeding down and
I'm glad you're not as sad. Sorry your daughter's birth didn't turn out
how you wanted it but I'm glad everything is okay in the end.

Looking forward to the pictures!

Thanks, Rebecca Jo It's all starting to come together for us and Lara is
definitely a great joy and wonderful to have around. She's a great kid, eats
well and sleeps pretty well, too. Her brother is a blessing, too. He was a
bit jealous at the beginning but now seems to accept that I'm looking after
this other baby. He seems to be coping pretty well. All in all, I have a
couple of great kids!

Kasia

"Jamie Clark" wrote in message
. ..
Hugs honey. I'm glad all is well now. I have to say, not having your
milk come in for 5, or 6 days is not all that unusual, and can happen with
a vaginal or cesarean birth. And baby losing 10% of it's birthweight is
also very very normal. I'm glad breastfeeding is well established now,
but please don't beat yourself up over how it went in the early days. It
sounds TOTALLY normal to me, and very common.

Thanks, Jamie I know it's normal for the milk not to come in for quite a
few days after a caesarian or induction, but when things went so pear shaped
with the birth, I had had a quiet hope that the breastfeeding would be OK
since I went into labour naturally and wasn't induced. Finding out that the
trauma of a major operation also delays milk production was a shock. I just
had not known that the delay would happen at the time. I went into a pumping
frenzy! Anything to make it happen. LOL We're doing great now, though

Kasia

Engram wrote:
This has been a long time coming, but the delay was unavoidable due to my
caeserian scar getting infected and me landing back in hospital for a few
days.

Wow, nothing like having an unplanned section... :P I'm sorry the
birth happened like this (and I totally relate to the crazy thoughts in
theater -- for me it was "I'm not breathing!!!!" since I couldn't feel
my chest going up and down -- it was so scary that I didn't pay any
attention to anything else, including them handing me Micah), but yay
that breastfeeding has kicked in. Hope everything is as-planned
from now on! haha here's wishing, right? And she's gorgeous!!

Em
mama to Micah, 11/14/04

I'm really glad she's back on to the breast completely, it is a known thing
that c-section can delay milk coming in and sometimes there is just no
avoiding supplementation in these cases, but I do feel gutted for your
experience, if her bum was engaged and you were progressing fast, the
likelyhood is that had they just not touched you and let you do what ever
you wanted (like not making you lie on your back), she'd have been born just
fine and it really saddens me that lack of knowledge and training means
you've been put through a major operation. I just feel so sad, even the best
prepared mother cannot be prepared for every situation and that will lead to
them accepting interventions that they never needed.

Cheers

Anne

"Engram" wrote in message
...
This has been a long time coming, but the delay was unavoidable due to my
caeserian scar getting infected and me landing back in hospital for a few
days. Plus I'm spending weekdays at my mum's place so she can help me lift
DS and I have no access to the Net there...

Oh no! I hope you are healing well.


So they've got me on happy gas, which is giving me head spins and isn't
doing much besides that. There's a flurry of activity and apparently I'm
getting a shave. Not that they got far - I was too far gone by then and
they had to rush me out. I was co-operating with the demands to "don't
push" as much as I could but this baby wanted to come out NOW. So they're
wheeling me down the corridor and I'm gritting my teeth, because I want to
scream but I don't want to disturb the other patients with unearthly
noises. When you're in hospital, the last thing you want to hear is some
woman screaming "no, no, no, no no!" as she's being whisked past your
ward. Doesn't inspire confidence in the medical establishment... When they
got me to theatre I let go with the "no, no, no, no no!" DH said that he
got told to wait outside and all he could hear was me yelling "no, no, no,
no, no!" every couple of minutes.

I believe I gave a woman in labor a not-so-great preview while I was in
labor with Grant. I had to fill out some stupid papers (in transition), and
I stood there, shaking from head to toe and moaning this animalistic moan,
and I think I might have freaked her out a bit.

She's 20 days old today and breastfeeding like a champion. No more formula
feeds. I don't cry any more, either, except when I think about the birth
and how it all happened.

Congratulations to you and baby Lara. She's beautiful!! I'm glad the
breastfeeding has gotten so much better. I'm sorry for the birth experience
being not what you hoped for or expected.

Joy

Engram wrote:
This has been a long time coming, but the delay was unavoidable due to my
caeserian scar getting infected and me landing back in hospital for a few
days. Plus I'm spending weekdays at my mum's place so she can help me lift
DS and I have no access to the Net there...

At 41 weeks precisely I was woken by what felt like a pretty bad cramp at
2:20am. I tried to keep sleeping but there was another one 10 minutes later.
And then another and another, every 10 minutes. At 3am I decided to get up
and help things along by walking around. By 3:30am they started coming every
3 minutes. And I was experiencing what I thought was loss of control of my
bladder but in hindsight was probably my waters leaking. At 3:45am I decided
to wake DH. "Huh? What?? What's going on???" "I'm in labour" Off he troops
to the bathroom. It was at precicely this time that I lost control of my
bladder big time and stood in front of the bathroom, hammering on the door.
Now I'm guessing this was the "big gush"!

We called my mum at about 3:50am (yes, I know I was going to call my sister
instead, but decided to go with mum after all). Mum was a trooper and took
off straight away, arriving at 4:30am. And she didn't have that accident I
had been fearing, nor was she in a panic when she arrived. Off DH and I went
to the hospital. In the meantime, I continued my 3 minute contractions.

From A&E (Accident and Emergency) I got a wheelchair ride to the delivery
suite. They asked me if I wanted to be examined or if I wanted to wait.
There were yells from one of the suites as someone was already well under
way and apparently progressing very slowly. I opted for the examination even
though the midwives weren't looking too keen about doing it, thinking I had
all the time in the world. So midwife #1 has me take a pee-in-a-cup and asks
if my waters broke. I say I don't know, but I've been losing control of my
bladder. The pee-in-a-cup comes up pink. Ooops! Seems like my waters broke
after all... So she has a bit of a poke around and comes up with a quizzical
look on her face. How far am I dilated? "About 1 cm" but she thinks
something doesn't feel right. Will it be alright if midwife #2 has a feel?
What the heck, I lost me dignity long ago. #2 also thinks something feels
off but confirms the 1 cm theory. They decide to bring in the OB and his
ultrasound machine. I'm getting suspicious. The OB, too, has a feel,
declares 5-6cm dilated and confirms that something is not right. I'm
thinking this dilation business is progressing a bit fast... So he hauls out
the U/S machine and says the baby is breech. To which I say no way, two days
ago I was told by one of your most experienced doctors that she's head down
and engaged. Well, apparently her bum is engaged. They look at each other
and say they're putting together a caeserian team. My reply was "then do it
fast because this baby is coming now!" and had a massive contraction which
had me wanting to push.

So they've got me on happy gas, which is giving me head spins and isn't
doing much besides that. There's a flurry of activity and apparently I'm
getting a shave. Not that they got far - I was too far gone by then and they
had to rush me out. I was co-operating with the demands to "don't push" as
much as I could but this baby wanted to come out NOW. So they're wheeling me
down the corridor and I'm gritting my teeth, because I want to scream but I
don't want to disturb the other patients with unearthly noises. When you're
in hospital, the last thing you want to hear is some woman screaming "no,
no, no, no no!" as she's being whisked past your ward. Doesn't inspire
confidence in the medical establishment... When they got me to theatre I let
go with the "no, no, no, no no!" DH said that he got told to wait outside
and all he could hear was me yelling "no, no, no, no, no!" every couple of
minutes.

They decided against an epidural and to try for a spinal block. Tried three
times and failed. In the meantime I was back on the nitrous and the happy
gas was doing strange things to my head. "The world is spinning" I slurred.
"Everything is echoing" is another gem I came out with. And then they're
trying to shove this claustrophobically small black mask over my nose and
mouth. I started to move my head from side to side and asked them what the
hell they were doing. Something about a general anaesthetic permeated the
fog and I remember thinking "I don't want a general, the baby might not wake
up from a general" but in the end I stopped fighting them because I was just
too exhausted from not pushing for about an hour or longer. My world went
black...

I spent my hospital stay of 6 days and first few days at home crying when
people weren't looking. I tried breastfeeding but because of the caesarian
my milk just wasn't coming in. Lara lost more than 10% of her body weight in
three days and was put on complimentary formula feeds. I was shattered. I
couldn't give birth to her and now I couldn't sustain her life, either. I
didn't even remember meeting her for the first time because of all the drugs
I was on. I cried and cried and cried.

She's 20 days old today and breastfeeding like a champion. No more formula
feeds. I don't cry any more, either, except when I think about the birth and
how it all happened.

For those of you who have made it this far - thanks for reading. At the
moment I'm busy going back and forth between mum's and home but I'll put up
a few photos of my baby girl soon!

Kasia

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Matthew 21 June 2005
Lara 13 Oct 2006

I'm so sorry that Lara's birth was so stressful. Congratulations on
successful breastfeeding! ((hugs))

Sharalyn
mom to Alexander James (9/21/01)

Congratulations on the safe arrival of your daughter, but I'm sorry to hear
that the birth was so stressful. Don't beat yourself up about it - there
was nothing more you could have done.

I'm glad that the BF is working out now. It may be common for milk not to
come in very quickly after a cesarean, but it must still be hard having
problems after everything else that you have been through. You must have
worked hard at getting breastfeeding going after such a rough start - give
yourself a pat on the back!!

Suzanne

"Engram" wrote in message
...
This has been a long time coming, but the delay was unavoidable due to my
caeserian scar getting infected and me landing back in hospital for a few
days. Plus I'm spending weekdays at my mum's place so she can help me lift
DS and I have no access to the Net there...

At 41 weeks precisely I was woken by what felt like a pretty bad cramp at
2:20am. I tried to keep sleeping but there was another one 10 minutes
later. And then another and another, every 10 minutes. At 3am I decided to
get up and help things along by walking around. By 3:30am they started
coming every 3 minutes. And I was experiencing what I thought was loss of
control of my bladder but in hindsight was probably my waters leaking. At
3:45am I decided to wake DH. "Huh? What?? What's going on???" "I'm in
labour" Off he troops to the bathroom. It was at precicely this time that
I lost control of my bladder big time and stood in front of the bathroom,
hammering on the door. Now I'm guessing this was the "big gush"!

We called my mum at about 3:50am (yes, I know I was going to call my
sister instead, but decided to go with mum after all). Mum was a trooper
and took off straight away, arriving at 4:30am. And she didn't have that
accident I had been fearing, nor was she in a panic when she arrived. Off
DH and I went to the hospital. In the meantime, I continued my 3 minute
contractions.

From A&E (Accident and Emergency) I got a wheelchair ride to the delivery
suite. They asked me if I wanted to be examined or if I wanted to wait.
There were yells from one of the suites as someone was already well under
way and apparently progressing very slowly. I opted for the examination
even though the midwives weren't looking too keen about doing it, thinking
I had all the time in the world. So midwife #1 has me take a pee-in-a-cup
and asks if my waters broke. I say I don't know, but I've been losing
control of my bladder. The pee-in-a-cup comes up pink. Ooops! Seems like
my waters broke after all... So she has a bit of a poke around and comes
up with a quizzical look on her face. How far am I dilated? "About 1 cm"
but she thinks something doesn't feel right. Will it be alright if midwife
#2 has a feel? What the heck, I lost me dignity long ago. #2 also thinks
something feels off but confirms the 1 cm theory. They decide to bring in
the OB and his ultrasound machine. I'm getting suspicious. The OB, too,
has a feel, declares 5-6cm dilated and confirms that something is not
right. I'm thinking this dilation business is progressing a bit fast... So
he hauls out the U/S machine and says the baby is breech. To which I say
no way, two days ago I was told by one of your most experienced doctors
that she's head down and engaged. Well, apparently her bum is engaged.
They look at each other and say they're putting together a caeserian team.
My reply was "then do it fast because this baby is coming now!" and had a
massive contraction which had me wanting to push.

So they've got me on happy gas, which is giving me head spins and isn't
doing much besides that. There's a flurry of activity and apparently I'm
getting a shave. Not that they got far - I was too far gone by then and
they had to rush me out. I was co-operating with the demands to "don't
push" as much as I could but this baby wanted to come out NOW. So they're
wheeling me down the corridor and I'm gritting my teeth, because I want to
scream but I don't want to disturb the other patients with unearthly
noises. When you're in hospital, the last thing you want to hear is some
woman screaming "no, no, no, no no!" as she's being whisked past your
ward. Doesn't inspire confidence in the medical establishment... When they
got me to theatre I let go with the "no, no, no, no no!" DH said that he
got told to wait outside and all he could hear was me yelling "no, no, no,
no, no!" every couple of minutes.

They decided against an epidural and to try for a spinal block. Tried
three times and failed. In the meantime I was back on the nitrous and the
happy gas was doing strange things to my head. "The world is spinning" I
slurred. "Everything is echoing" is another gem I came out with. And then
they're trying to shove this claustrophobically small black mask over my
nose and mouth. I started to move my head from side to side and asked them
what the hell they were doing. Something about a general anaesthetic
permeated the fog and I remember thinking "I don't want a general, the
baby might not wake up from a general" but in the end I stopped fighting
them because I was just too exhausted from not pushing for about an hour
or longer. My world went black...

I spent my hospital stay of 6 days and first few days at home crying when
people weren't looking. I tried breastfeeding but because of the caesarian
my milk just wasn't coming in. Lara lost more than 10% of her body weight
in three days and was put on complimentary formula feeds. I was shattered.
I couldn't give birth to her and now I couldn't sustain her life, either.
I didn't even remember meeting her for the first time because of all the
drugs I was on. I cried and cried and cried.

She's 20 days old today and breastfeeding like a champion. No more formula
feeds. I don't cry any more, either, except when I think about the birth
and how it all happened.

For those of you who have made it this far - thanks for reading. At the
moment I'm busy going back and forth between mum's and home but I'll put
up a few photos of my baby girl soon!

Kasia

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Matthew 21 June 2005
Lara 13 Oct 2006

Check out our family at
http://www.geocities.com/engram_au/
(still not updated - photos of Lara coming soon!)