My Pregnancy Journey.

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October 2016. The month I got pregnant- also a year from today!
I can’t believe that last year I was pregnant with my perfect baby boy and now he’s here with us and nearly 4 months old! As I have just started my blog recently, there is not any pregnancy related blog posts which go into detail about how I found the experience of being pregnant at 19/20 haha. So to celebrate the one year anniversary of me being pregnant, I’ve decided to write a blog post detailing my pregnancy from the moment I found out to when Conor arrived! Bump pics included. I’ll try and remember everything to the best of my ability.

How I found out:

I was sitting on the couch one morning in my mums house and I started to get really sore boobs- weird I know. I mentioned to my friends that I was feeling weird and having sore boobs but really thought nothing of it. The next day I decided to buy pregnancy tests but not to use that day but instead to keep for future emergencies. They came and my sister asked to use one and I said yes of course. She then told me to try one and I said no. I mean pregnancy tests aren’t cheap and I didn’t want to waste them. She accused me of hiding something so I peed and did the test to basically prove her wrong and it backfired 100% haha. I took two stick tests and they both came up positive. I didn’t believe it. I was adamant I had a urine infection or something and that’s what the test had been picking up. To make sure, I bought two Clearblue tests and took them and yep, I was pregnant! 


It is safe to say I was in shock. I was between 1 and 2 weeks pregnant. I instantly texted Jamie to pick me up so I could tell him. It took a while for both of us to process completely that we were going to be parents. And honestly, it was hard at the beginning. Knowing that we were so young, now with this massive responsibility and blessing. We both decided it was the right time for us and started counting down the days until we met our baby! 

Trimester 1:

The first trimester was horrible for me. I had constant morning sickness and migraines which kept returning daily. I never wanted to leave my bed as I would be sick instantly. The worst thing about pregnancy is that you cannot take any strong painkillers so literally every migraine I had was pain relief free and it was honestly HORRIBLE! 

One day I started getting a horrible migraine and I thought it to be just like any other. I had a hairdressers appointment that day and decided to stick my glasses on to hopefully fix the double vision I was experiencing. Unfortunately it didn’t help at all. I got into the hairdressers and things took a turn for the worse. My head was pounding and my whole left side of my body was tingling! I literally thought I was having a stroke. My words weren’t making sense and they were slurred and I kept having to go to the bathroom to be sick. I’m just so glad that my friend was there with me that day getting her hair done too because I was so unwell and disorientated. I got home and things got even worse. I couldn’t stop being sick for days and couldn’t eat or drink anything. A quick call to NHS 24 sent me to an out of hours doctors appointment. This doctor was horrible! He accused me of not being pregnant even though I was 11/12ish weeks along at this point- because I wasn’t showing, prescribed me with oral tablets which I couldn’t take because I was being violently sick and prescribed me medication I shouldn’t have been taking whilst pregnant as it could have hurt the baby! He was insanely rude. After that night I went to my GP first thing in the morning. I was hoping she would help with my sickness but instead she told my my body was starving and dehydrating and rushed me to hospital to be put on fluids. I was given an anti sickness jag and given three bags of fluids until I could eat again. 

Bump pic 1: My jeans starting to get tight.


My first scan was such an amazing experience. Seeing my baby for the first time was so emotional and life changing. Knowing that I was growing a little baby in my belly was so amazing and it got both me and Jamie so excited to be parents. 

Trimester 2: 

The main difficulty of this trimester was definitely managing university whilst being pregnant. The morning sickness was still a problem and the fatigue made it hard to concentrate in the early mornings in university. Despite this I managed to pass my 2nd year of university with all A’s and B’s whilst pregnant! And I’m quite proud of that. I was a little nervous to be at uni with a bunch of my non pregnant peers but I ended up getting used to it. I had a really small bump so I don’t think many people knew unless they had me on Facebook and read about my pregnancy from there. 

Bump pic 2:


Bump pic 3: 

Finding out the gender of my little one was so exciting! Both me and Jamie decided to go to a private clinic to find out earlier as we couldn’t wait any longer. We decided that if the baby was a girl I got to pick her name and if he was a boy he got to choose. 



Within minutes we were told that we were expecting a gorgeous baby boy! And now he had a name. Conor David. 

My bump was starting to grow bigger and bigger..

Bump pic 4:


Bump pic 5:

My 20 week scan day came up and I was so excited. Everything went well and he was perfectly healthy. Was such a weight off of my shoulders. 

Trimester 3:

This was definitely the easiest trimester but also the scariest. As time got closer I started to get a little nervous about giving birth. I didn’t have university to worry about and my morning sickness had disappeared thankfully. 

I had always been a petite girl height wise and being pregnant, my bump was just growing in proportion with me which -according to the midwives- was too small. As you’ll see from my bump pictures I never really got huge and I was only induced a week before he was due. I was revered for more growth scans to make sure baby was growing correctly and that he was getting all the food he needed when in my belly. 

Bump pic 6: 


Bump pic 7:


Bump pic 8: The biggest I got !!


Because I didn’t get too big I fortunately didn’t get any stretch marks!! Except 1 or 2 on my butt which I don’t mind. 


Overall my pregnancy journey was tough and enlightening but I would do it one hundred times over again for Conor! 

Labour & Delivery Story!💋

DISCLAIMER** ​

This post will detail MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE of labour. I’m not writing this to scare mummies-to-be or make anyone more anxious than they already are because I know how bad that feeling is. I have decided to share my labour and delivery story to anyone who really wants to listen and because I’m proud of myself for actually giving birth!

During my pregnancy I was never really nervous about giving birth. Actually, I was rather excited to see how well I’d cope and how it would go. But as the days got on and my due date got closer the nerves started kicking in. Every twinge and cramp I felt in my stomach made my heart stop. Was this it? Is he coming now? Am I ready? This made my anxiety kick in which didn’t make my last few weeks of pregnancy as enjoyable as I would have liked it to be. Throughout my pregnancy, baby had been measuring small. I put this down to my small frame but as I wasn’t following the correct growth curve I was asked back for further scans and checks to make sure baby was growing properly.

A week before my due date I was asked back for a growth scan. With baby still not following the growth curve, the doctor advised that being induced would be best to make sure that baby was nice and healthy. So I was given a sweep and scheduled for an induction that weekend.

From that moment on, my anxiety about giving birth increased. I couldn’t sleep which made my nervousness even worse.

INDUCTION DAY

I was scheduled to be admitted into the ward at 2pm. When we arrived at the hospital I was given a bed and baby boy was monitored for an hour. After this, I was examined and was told I was 1cm dilated. The nurse inserted the first dose of oxytocin and I began to wait for my contractions to start. As night progressed, my partner left as visiting times had finished. I hated being myself in the hospital especially being in a room with people I didn’t know. I felt alone and helpless. I was examined again 6 hours later and I was still 1cm dialated. At this point, I was beginning to get small contractions but it was nothing that really bothered me much. I was deflated. I was alone and just wanted my baby here so I could go home. My partner arrived the next day which calmed me down a lot. He brought a load of snacks and sandwiches to keep my energy up. I was examined again, and STILL! I was 1cm dilated !! I was so exhausted and furious at this point I just wanted to cry. I was then given another dose of oxytocin to move things along. I’m just so grateful I had my partner there for support as I was seriously feeling so deflated. Another 6 hours passed and within this time my contractions started becoming more strong. I was getting very strong contractions every minute and it all started to hit me at once. I was examined again and was informed that I was now 2cm dilated and could now be escorted to the labour ward which meant I could have access to PAIN RELIEF! An excited me started to pack up all my things and get myself all ready to be moved downstairs. However a few hours passed and I was still in the same room waiting to be moved. The contractions were becoming unbearable and I had no access to pain relief at all. Finally I was moved downstairs and was given gas and air. The midwives started to explain the process of breaking my waters and how the contractions will only get worse from then on so I decided to have an epidural. It took another hour to have my waters broken as another woman in labour was rushed to theatre. And until then I still only had gas and air as pain relief. The midwife broke my waters and then explained the process of receiving the epidural and detailed the side effects and things that could go wrong. Receiving the epidural was one of the hardest things I have ever done. When the needle is being inserted you have to stay completely still but at the same time I started getting an extremely painful contraction. It was so difficult trying not to move and scream in pain! As soon as the epidural was inserted I felt instant relief, however, it only worked fully on one side of my body so I had to lie on my right side to help distribute the medication.

A little while passed, and I started to feel a lot of pressure. The midwives dismissed it at first as I had only been checked to be 2cm dialated an hour previously. However I insisted and they checked and I was 10cm!! My partner was in the toilet and when he came back into the room my legs were up in the stirrups and I was pushing hahahah! As I was pushing the midwife noticed that my baby boys heart rate was dropping through contractions and found out that he was facing the wrong way. We decided to get a doctor and push whist the doctor twisted to see if that would work but unfortunately that didn’t help.

All of a sudden, I was taken away to theatre for a forceps delivery. Two pushes and the love of my life had arrived!

Meet Conor David 💙

Born 25th of June 2017 at 21:04, weighing 6lbs 8oz. The image of his daddy.

“A baby is born with a need to be loved – and never outgrows it.” Frank A. Clark