Thursday 25 April 2019

Meet My Son.

I thought it was about time I introduced you to Sammy, my absolutely adorable little boy. If you follow me on any form of social media you will of already seen a million pictures of him but I know some of you will still love a good old blog post.

He is now 19 months, wow a little late for this post but let's go.

Samuel Jacob Foster was born at 11:27am on September 15th 2017 via Elective C Section at The Royal Stoke University Hospital weighing 8lb 4oz. He was born at 39 weeks and 2 days and I chose to have him cut out of me because he was breech and pretty damn big - see my previous post for all the C Section details! I'll pop in a few pictures in because I'm sure you're all dying to see his adorable little face.































Byeeeeeeee.


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Monday 11 March 2019

My Birth Story

Hi pals, welcome back. I'm here to share my birth story with you guys, wow, only 543 days late, look at me being a productive blogger...!

I'm actually here with a positive birth story, actually a positive Caesarean Section story. I feel like it is so so rare to come across a positive story about a C Section. When I was putting together my birth plan and talking through my options I only knew one thing, I DID NOT want a C Section. I didn't want surgery and I was terrified of having to go through that. That is until Sammy decided he wanted to stay upside down in frank breech. They offered to turn him but he was massive, off the charts actually and I am pretty small, so the chances of him turning were pretty slim. So we did some (A LOT, SO MUCH) research and decided to go for a planned C Section.

Before the actual day, I had a pre-op assessment the week before and we got given a date and told to turn up at 7 am then we would be taken into surgery at some point on the day. That morning I was excited, too excited to think about what was actually about to happen. I put my make up on and vlogged. It wasn't until my surgeon came to say hi and explain what would happen that the nerves started kicking in. We waited for around 4 hours overall before going in, we were third on the day so didn't have too much waiting around time. We were given our own room after an hour-ish so just sat, chatted, read magazines, played on the switch and just had our last few hours just the two of us.

When they came to take me to surgery, I remember starting to really panic. I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THIS. COULD I NOW SAY NO? HOW LONG CAN A BABY LIVE IN ME BEFORE THEY HAVE TO COME OUT? HOW FAST CAN A PREGNANT WOMAN RUN OUT OF A HOSPITAL? You know, all completely logically questions. I was taken down to surgery, we waited in a waiting room for a few minutes while Ben got changed into scrubs (adorable, wish I had gotten a picture) and then we were called in. I sat on the bed ready for the worst injection EVER. I was given a pillow to squeeze while they did it and I remember just crying because it was all just so much. It was so bright, I was IN SURGERY about to have so much of my insides cut open and now I was having multiple injections in my back. Luckily the surgeon and all the nurses were all so so so nice and calming and really helped throughout the entire process. Honestly, the build-up to it happening was worse than the actual surgery because I was suddenly so terrified.

The surgery itself seemed to last 5 minutes. I had a reaction to the injection so ended up spending the entire time heaving into a tiny little pot Ben was holding under my face (oh so attractive). Luckily one of the quick thinking nurses ran and popped some anti-sickness into my IV so it stopped shortly after I was stitched up. I was told before going in by a friend that it wasn't painful but felt like 'someone washing up inside you' which I kind of laughed off but honestly, it was exactly that. Sammy managed to get his head stuck in my ribs and they were pulling so hard my body was going down the bed but I felt no pain at all. It was so bizarre that I could feel exactly what they were doing with no pain. Like I said it was over so quickly though. Ben ran over to see him as soon as he was out, he wasn't crying because he was lazy and just wanted to sleep, he was absolutely fine though. They then lifted me onto another bed which was one of the weirdest experiences of my life, I was trying to move my legs to help but of course couldn't.

I didn't actually see him until I went into recovery because of the no crying situation, they gave him a Vitamin K injection and blasted him with air to try to wake him up, like I said, he was just being lazy. Obviously, at the time I was pretty panicked and just wanted to meet my baby. Luckily I was warned before that he probably wouldn't cry as most C Section babies don't know they've been born straight away because there isn't the usual fight to escape. I was in recovery for a few hours, I had to stay until I could move slightly. That first move of my right toes was joyous because I could finally go back to my own room, YAY!

After this nothing really of note happened, the usual checks and meeting the family. My recovery was pretty horrible but that is a story for another day. I really hope you've enjoyed this and if you're due to have a planned C Section it has given you a bit more hope of a positive experience and what to actually expect as there was so little I could find online of positive stories.

Byeeeeeeee.

Bex Renshaw. 
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Wednesday 6 March 2019

Positively Negative.

Well this isn’t a blog post I expected to ever be writing but writing is just the way I deal with emotions. I’ve always done that to be honest, whether I’ve hit public or not. A few years ago I even had a private blog under a different name where I wrote about all the crap things that had happened to me, I suppose to give myself closure on issues I was working through. But that’s not why we are here today, today I want to talk about dealing with loss and grief of something that may never of even existed.

On Monday February 18th I took a pregnancy test that came back positive. I ran in and told Ben, we discussed what would happen with the rooms at home, how I would work, I ordered Sammy a ‘big brother’ top, looked up baby no 2 reveals and even had a search of double buggy’s. I wanted to be prepared. I went to the doctors the next morning to tell them and discuss the next steps. She did a test which came back negative, I was told it was probably just too early and we would do a blood test to be sure. On the Wednesday I got a call to say my blood tests had some back ‘inconclusive’, the ‘normal HCG range’ is 0-5, and pregnant is 25+, mins was 24 so neither, I was told to return the following Monday for a second test. I told a few close friends in this time and told myself the levels would go up and not to worry. The following Tuesday I got a call while I was at work with my results, NEGATIVE. My HCG levels had gone all the way down to 2 so there was definitely no baby. I burst into tears, I was at work with no escape and no one around me that knew. I hadn’t prepared myself for a no, I expected a solid ‘YES YOURE PREGNANT YAY’ but I wasn’t prepared for a negative.

I had spent over a week thinking I was pregnant, for nothing. We have no idea why it happened. If it was a false positive or a miscarriage, there is no real way to know. The doctor said it could be a number of things but there are no tests to find out why my levels were high. I was heartbroken, I wanted to grieve someone that may have never even existed. I felt like my friends wouldn’t understand and I rarely tell my family any of my personal business. Ben is still away so I didn’t even have the comfort of him at home. I went to pick Sam up after work, put him to bed and just cried my heart out at home on my own.

There was a lot I wasn’t prepared for in my first pregnancy, a lot I wish I had known before to prepare for but this I didn’t know could happen. How could it all just be gone with no explanation? Am I even allowed to feel sad when people have it so much worse. I have SO many questions that I just will never have an answer for.

There is no point to this post, I suppose just so others know this can happen and to get everything off my chest. False positives happen. Sometimes your HCG levels can be abnormally high to the point even a blood test can’t if you’re pregnant or not. I want to say there is a moral to the story or even a positive aftermath but there’s not, not everything happens for a reason unfortunately and sometimes we just have to live with that.





Byeeeeeeeeee.

Bex Renshaw. 
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Tuesday 5 February 2019

562 Days.

Wow, hello! It’s been 18 months, 18 whole bloody months, well 562 days to be exact. How has that happened? I’m surprised I even remember how to write a sentence at this point. Firstly, hi, how the heck are you all? What have you been up to for the past year and a half? I’m writing this on my phone so bare with me, no idea how the format of this will look as I’m so used to writing on my MacBook.
I’m currently in bed, freshly showered, in new bedsheets after getting my 16 month old baby down to sleep at 7pm, hell yeah I sound like I’m totally bossing this parenting thing right? Well today was a good day, there are bad days, and there are down right terrible blood sucking days when I feel like the worst mother in the entire world. But like I said, today was a good day!
I have so much I want to write, so much to tell you. If you follow me on social media then you will of been up to date with me, I’m currently posting on Instagram daily and using stories as a vlogging type tool. I am still vlogging and posting on YouTube occasionally, when I can film/edit around baby and work. I haven’t even introduced you to my baby which is SO INSANE. I’ll do a post about him soon, I’ll introduce you properly and catch you up on where he is at. For now I just wanted to jump on here, say hi, tell you guys I’m still alive and will be posting on here a little more. There will be proper bloggy type posts that look all glam and nice but also lots of these, chatty, catching you up with life and everything else type posts that I can write from my bed because sometimes I want to talk to you guys without having to sit at a desk and thanks to technology, I can yay!
Anyways I hope the past 18 months have been great for you and 2018 treated you well.
I’ll be back soon, I don’t even remember how to end a blog post? 🤷🏼‍♀️
Wait do emojis even work on here? 🤷🏼‍♀️

Byeeeeeeeeee.

Bex Renshaw. 
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Sunday 23 July 2017

Why you shouldn't feel guilty for HATING pregnancy

As most first time mum's, I have joined the world of mummy facebook groups. Some are so lovely and welcoming, and other are judgemental hell pits there to make you feel like a terrible human. HOW DARE YOU HATE PREGNANCY. Or not even hate, how dare you just not enjoy every minute of it. So what you're sick, that means baby is healthy (it 100% does not). So what you can't sleep, just wait until baby is here and you'll never sleep again (this really doesn't help, thanks). You should be grateful you can have kids, some people can't or have to pay thousands for the chance. I understand this, and it breaks my heart that we can't all grow our own humans, but don't use that to make me feel bad.

Each pregnancy is so different, no one knows what you are going through. Even people that have the same issues as you, they don't know EXACTLY how you feel. So in the famous words of, I actually have no idea who, you do you boo. You want to not tell anyone you're pregnant, cool. You want to shout it from the rooftops, cool. You want to moan every day at how much it sucks, cool. YOU DO YOU.

I am so fed up of people making other expectant mothers feel guilty for hating being pregnant, for some of us, this sucks. Yes we are all growing a tiny little human, we are making life, our body is literally a miracle making machine. Feeling them move inside is beautiful, and the love I already have for this unborn child is so so strong. I hate being pregnant, don't misunderstand that as I hate my unborn child, because that couldn't be further from the truth. I'm just excited for this to be over so I can have my baby and not feel like I'm dying daily.

The past few months have honestly been the worst of my life, the sickness finally is controlled by tablets, I have other tablets for anaemia that was caused by the sickness, my back has always been a bit shit and is just constantly painful (and no, paracatmol doesn't help at all because paracetamol sucks) and I'm big and heavy. I'm currently on 12 tablets a day and about 3 hours sleep. So why would I not hate this?

P.S. where the hell is my 'glow'?!

Bex Renshaw. 
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Friday 12 May 2017

Things I wish I had known about pregnancy!

As most of you know, I am 21 weeks (and 3 days) pregnant. This is my first pregnancy and so far it has been, well it has been hell to be honest. All I see online is amazing, smooth pregnancies and I didn't realise it was possible to be THIS ILL and the doctors able to do absolutely nothing. So I thought I would do a little list (you know I love a good list) about the things that I really wish someone had told me before I got pregnant.

Firstly, morning sickness sucks. I have HG which is severe morning sickness. I spent around 15 weeks throwing up every 15 minutes, every day. Food helped sometimes, but then I'd end up throwing it up later anyway. I lost over a stone in the first few weeks of my pregnancy, it was scary and they kept telling me it would pass, but HG doesn't pass. It can ease after around 20 weeks. But sometimes it can last until after you have given birth. I tried 5 different types of anti-sickness tablets before finding some that worked for me.

Another illness based one,  your immune system gets so so shit. I get ill a lot anyway, but there are only a handful of drugs you're allowed to take while pregnant. So instead of taking some cough medicine and having a slight cold for a few days, it will drag and basically feel like it is trying to kill you. I have developed anaemia while pregnant because I've been so ill, so that's another thing to possibly look forward to!

It won't feel real for a while, and you will forget you are pregnant sometimes. Even with my bump I sometimes wake up and forget I'm pregnant - until I attempt to sit up! Sometimes I feel like I have a full grown child ready for me to cuddle and to mother, and other times I realise it's just a tiny mini baby that couldn't even survive without me yet. It's a really strange confusing feeling that can't be explained unless you feel it.

Baby stuff is SO EXPENSIVE. I mean the clothes are so tiny, there is basically no material so how are some places selling a top for £10+?! My favourite places for baby clothes so far have been F&F, George (ASDA) and Primark. Especially as baby will only get to wear each but a handful of times, and probably cover it in wee/poo/vomit/some terrible substance! I'm not even going to get started on furniture and prams, but having a baby costs A LOT. Like I said, all made that but more annoying as most of the stuff is just mini versions for the same price/more expensive.

Weird feelings will happen a lot. You hear about the standard stretching of skin and painful boobs. But people don't tell you that you will be SO HOT. I mean like fever kind of sweating hot, in the middle of winter with the windows open or stomach pain when I try to walk, I don't want to walk anyway because I'm so damn tired, don't make this worse for me. And why the hell are my boobs so itchy, they don't hurt, they are just so damn itchy.

I think I'm going to leave this post here for now, I may do a part 2 at some point because there are still loads of points in my brain haha! Let me know if you're pregnant/have been and what you wish you'd known before!

Bex Renshaw. 
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Tuesday 9 May 2017

Direction Change

I'm going to try to keep this post as short as possible but there is so much I want to say, so bare with me.

I realised how personal this blog had become recently, I love being able to share my life online with friends and followers and to know there are so many people that still read my blog posts even when they are so rare, it's honestly amazing. So this is where you'll find my personal posts, happy and sad, whatever they will be here. I have however set up another blog for reviews and the more professional side of blogging. The easiest way to find everything (EVERYTHING) is on bexrenshaw.com which will have this blog, my other blog, YouTube videos, my twitter feed and links to all my social medias, nice and simple!

I've been really ill for about 16 weeks now (yes, really) to the point most days I couldn't get out of bed, I have Hyperemesis gravidarum and Aneamia as well as being tired from growing a human, so that kind of explains why I have been pretty absent on all the social platforms. But I now have that all kind of under control, I'm no where near being 100% but I'm on tablets to help me. On that note I have cut my hours at work - after 8 weeks of being off work which was horrible as I'm sure you can imagine. So more time for blogging and YouTube, how exciting! 

Come and chat on my social media's, honestly it's so boring being poorly please entertain me! I'll update you all again super soon. 


Bex Renshaw. 
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