I am so downhearted....

[emma_in_dream]

The routine check up with midwives on Friday shows that SLF has spent the last month growing at a monster rate and is now apparently six centimetres taller than she should be. Genetics were suggested as an explanation but I scoffed at that. No other explanations were offered, and I must wait two more weeks before seeing a doctor in overworked public system.

And yet this is not at the forefront of my mind. What I am obsessed with is the gearbox of the car. Apparently the pins of the carriers failed and all the gears are destroyed and the box itself is holed. The cheapest solution appears to be a second hand gear box, but I am told there are very few available and I am still looking at a cost of $1500 for the part, plus the same for labour, which is money which frankly I don’t have given that I stop work in six weeks.

And I am so ticked off that I have wound up in this position because of the stupid hail storm in March. Because it totalled my car I had to get another one. Because everyone else was buying at the same time I had a choice of one slightly overpriced car and had to get one without a service record. Although I had it inspected and immediately serviced, it has conked out. Because it was second hand it did not have warranty. Because I have had it for more than three months (22 days more), it no longer has second hand caryard warranty. Because it just broke, rather than being in a crash, it is not covered by insurance. And so I am left with an enormous bill.

I am so stressed by this that I am barely even thinking about the much more serious massive child issue. Why? What does this mean? Why such a porker? I have so far resisted Googling it but I don’t know if I can hold out for two weeks.

All this is exacerbated by Pearl’s terrible sleep patterns. She has been completely thrown by the new fridge. (No, don’t laugh, having lots of people over two weeks in a row, things moved about, then having to walk about at night so the RAC could pick up the car, has totalled her sleep patterns). She is back to only wanting to sleep while being held which is really exhausting me. This is why I am zooming through the Queer Lit 50 challenge – I am reading them at night in the long hours that I spend holding her.

This augers very badly for the future. If getting a new white good has disrupted her routine to this extent, I cannot imagine what she will be like with a new sister. I dread it.

Of course I feel rotten about my self-preoccupation. Some of my friends have real problems. I just have a mysteriously big SLF, a non-sleeping toddler and a money hole.

Comments

[chaosmanor]

Argh on the car. That's just awful.

I had one oversize (in length, and he had a large head, but it was the right shape for birthing so that wasn't a drama) baby. He delivered at 37 weeks, and was a bit longer than most babies of his weight of under 8 pounds. He is now tall, but not in a medically significant way. My obgyn told me the baby was probably long because my placenta was particularly healthy and efficient, so the baby was receiving optimal nutrition. It's possible he said that because I was inclining towards panic.

[lauredhel]

Yes, I kept being told that the Lad was "looking big", or was "exactly average", right down to detailed tertiary-level ultrasounds (due to various complications) - and he came out 2.7 kg (six pounds even). They really are not very good at weight-guessing.

[emma_in_dream]

They said Pearl would be a porker and she was 2.5 kilos.

[emma_in_dream]

Well, the gestational diabetes test was ok so the other explanation seems to be that she is a porker.

[fred_mouse]

one thing to keep in mind is that growth doesn't happen linearly - even fetuses have 'growth spurts'. With every single one of my babies, at about 28 weeks I was questioned as to whether I had my dates wrong by a month, because suddenly the baby was about that much too big.

[emma_in_dream]

They also asked me about that but I have a receipt for the date of conception!

[fred_mouse]

As did I for eldest - being able to say, 'no, absolutely sure as to conception, down to a day or two' was really really useful in stopping the midwife trying to panic me.