Breast clinic

So I debated posting the blog post and be appointment was a little while ago buy everytime I have a shower the first thing I do is check my lump to make sure it's still there and not changed.

On the day I wore an outfit that made me feel fabulous even though I was stupidly over dressed but it was like a armour. I dropped the kids with the in laws and then me and Luke went to our local hospital.

We were both so nervous that talking to each other was hard and forced. When we got to the hospital we met the dr. I wish I rembered his name because it was something along the lines of Dr Copafeel it made me giggle because that's what he was about to do.

I go in sit down and he asks about the lump and the bumps on my nipples. He asked about my periods and then commented on my weight. This got my back up because I wasn't there about my weight.

I laid on a table took my dress off and he looked at my nipples commented that it could be blocked sweat glands and was about to leave until I commented about the lump. This is what I was worried about since the dr found it. He was very nonchalant about it. To him he may see different lumps all day long but to me this was personal and honestly fucking scary. He felt the lump said he thought it was fatty tissue but best to have a scan on it. He said they don't do mamagrams on people my age.

We walk to the department where Ican have my scan done. Because ladies have to take there tops off and sit in a hospital gown Luke wasn't allowed to wait with me. I went to the changing room took my dress off and putthe gown on and waited in the waiting room. The room was empty and I sat there alone in silence scared for 15 minutes. This doesn't sound like a long time but when all you have is scared thoughts it honestly felt like forever. I think because of my age the whole situation felt like a nuisance to them. I love the NHS and am so thankful for it but do feel like this could be better managed somehow. I digress though.

A nurse called me in and they scan my breast with the lump. The worst bit here is in the beginning she never even scammed where my lump was. Again I had to say where my local GP had found the lump for them to scan over that area. She commented that there was nothing there to wipe the gel off and get changed again in the changing room. The scan took no longer then 2 minutes. The whole process felt so very scary to me and lonely. I am so bloody lucky that it was nothing but I came away feeling really numb and honestly not reassured.

We are told to check are breasts to report any changes and I have done this to then be shrugged off. I feel like they could of used this time to educate on what to look out for. What to do if the lump changes. What's a normal change.

I worried from my first appointment I was wasting my GPs time and then was honestly made to feel that way at the hospital.

Regardless of my experience if you do notice any change in your breasts please see the dr. Or may be rare to get breast cancer before 50 but it does happen and should be treated more seriously.

Thanks for reading,

Jane

My safe space

So last night for the first time in a long time I had a big panic attack.
I didn't feel anxious before bed was organising family pictures on the laptop and watching Netflix (I am pretty rock and follow that) got into bed closed my eyes and it hit me. It hit me hard.

People who have anxiety/depression/panic attacks all have there own triggers and get affected differently.

My big trigger always has been someone breaking into my home. I was frozen. Convinced someone had got into the flat. I couldn't close my eyes. Just envisioned someone standing over me that it took my breath away.

I was crying where my body felt so scared. In the end I had to wake my husband up and get him to check every room in the flat and lock every window. Even then I couldn't settle. We both ended up in the front room watching Gilmore girls whilst I tried to settle my nerves.

Repeating to myself that this will pass and it did. Mase waking up and needing his mummy also gave me something else to concentrate on. I think my body and mind are both stressed out and that's what brought it on.

My husband doesn't understand panic attacks but he didn't need to he understood that in that moment I needed him and no matter how crazy it felt to him it was very real to me. He woke up very tired for the office today. He really is my safe place. No one on this planet can make my blood boil more then him but no one else can make me feel safer either.

So many people have panic attacks/depression/anxiety but it isn't spoken about. It's a taboo subject still. Please know you're not alone and like all stages it will pass. There is a light at the end of every tunnel.

Night before breast clinic

So it's June 5th. The night before I have to go to the breast clinic for them to check the lump.

I went to the Drs on Thursday 31st May and had a letter on Saturday with the date. The turn around has been amazing. The Dr told me I would be seen in 2 weeks. I never thought it would be this quick. I am thankful for a quick turn around. Less time for my mind to go into overdrive.

I am scared for tomorrow I'm not going to lie. 90% of me really believes that it's nothing. Maybe a cyst or fatty tissue. But then there is that 10% that is gearing myself up for bad news. That small part of my brain that is running wild. After speaking to my mum I found out that practically every female in my family older then me has had breast cancer and all at a young age. The amazing thing is they all kicked cancers butt. I never knew this at the time so didn't mention it to the Dr.

Since Thursday I have felt my boobs so much. I couldn't feel the lump that the Dr did. On Monday I think I found it. I can feel a lump at the top of my left breast but only when standing straight. I'm not sure if this is the lump that the Dr found but will find out Wednesday.

I don't know exactly what tests they are doing. I have googled and there are a few different tests they can do. The main one being a mammogram. This is meant to be a little uncomfortable. I'm telling myself I've had 2 natural labours I can do a couple of seconds of uncomfortableness.

I don't think I get any results Wednesday so will be another wait. Hopefully the results come back as quickly as the actual check.

Will check back in once I know more

Jane
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When the Dr finds a lump and you're only 30

So I have been getting breast aches. Like when you're first pregnant or before you come on a period. Thought nothing of it as it's not uncommon.

I then was getting shooting pains in my left breast. I checked and my nipple looked different. Had what I can only describe as a lumpy rash.
I made a mental note to go to the doctors on my to do list.

I'm only 30 so not expecting it to be anything ominous. I had a feel around and couldn't feel any obvious lumps.
I carried on and was still getting shooting pains through my nipple.
I called my doctors and managed to get an appointment for that day.

The doctor had a feel around and felt a lump in my left breast. Reassuring me she doesn't think it's anything but is referring me to the breast clinic. This is the norm for any new lumps. She thinks my nipple could be mastitis. I never knew that you could get it when not breastfeeding.  I don't have a temperature and my boobs don't feel hot to touch so I'm not convinced it is that.

Since my appointment I have felt my breast about 30 times and can not feel a lump. But if I am honest I really don't know what I am looking for.

Of course you hear that you are being referred you think of the worst and play out all of the scenarios in your head.

I am now waiting for an appointment at the breast clinic and hopefully be told it's nothing.

Thanks for reading
Jane

Trying for a baby

Both of our boys were very much planned.
Mase took us a long time to fall pregnant with. Before we had him. We had two miscarriages before we fell pregnant with Mason.

When you are actively trying for a baby it consumes you. It's all you can think about. Every baby you see makes your heart hurt. Every time someone you love announces a pregnancy you are so happy for them but so sad for yourself. You always question why is it so hard for me to fall pregnant. You hate your body for letting you down so much.

I would track my cycles. Pounce on my husband when I was ovulating and then spend the next 2 weeks symptom spotting. I was on babycentre pretty much daily with all the other lovely ladies in my situation and speak to them. I would start taking pregnancy tests from about 8 dpo (days past ovulation) weirdly the only time I have been scared to take a pregnancy test has been when I am actually pregnant. Like my mind already knew our lives were about to change.
It was exhausting mentally. Luke hadn't talking about babies. 1) it was all I wanted to talk about and 2) it would make me sad.

I don't have a obsessive personality as such. But when I really want something then it consumes me. It's all I can think about. Especially situations that I can't control and falling pregnant is very much out of your control.

We tried on and off for 5 years for Mason. Stopping for breaks when it all became to much.
With Eli we were lucky and it only took us 6 months.

Looking back I think it happened when the time was right. I hated that saying. People would say that to me when we were trying. They were trying to be reassuring but honestly it's a kick in the teeth. I think if I could go back in time and tell myself that I still wouldn't of believed me and it still would of consumed me.

We are very lucky to have both the boys and there were so many times I honestly thought it wouldn't happen for us. We could never of afforded IVF and I don't think adoption is a path Luke could of taken. I would of loved to of adopted but know it's not easy and not something everyone can do.

For anyone trying for a baby I know how hard it is. Know you are not alone even though it feels that way at times.

Finding out what school Mason got

So my biggest baby found out what school he will be going to come September. I wanted to document this. Document my feelings on this. Even if it is a little late.

Like most mums I spent my day refreshing the screen whilst seeing loads of Facebook updates from friends saying where there kids got into. We had only put down 3 schools. The first was by far my favourite but was highly unlikely because the catchment area was so small and we live outside of it. Our second choice was my husband's favourite and the most likely school Mase would of got. The other cool thing with this school was my dad went here. So Mase will go to the same school as his grandad.

But still I held out a little hope and hit refresh every hour, cough 5 minutes. We didn't find out until after 5 that evening. It was a long day and such torture. Why doesn't everyone find out at the same time?

Even though he doesn't start until September it still felt like such a big milestone for my baby. He only goes to nursery 3 mornings a week at the moment and the rest of the time he is with me and his baby brother. He seems so small still. I know so many people who say there kids are ready. I wouldn't put Mason in that category but I know he will enjoy it. It's me that isn't ready. I honestly wasn't prepared for the time to go so fast. Ready for him to be a real big boy. He tells me daily he isn't a baby but we have agreed on him always being my baby. He also asks me every morning how tall he is and if he is an adult yet. No no no baby boy. Don't rush growing up. Stay small and innocent forever.

He learns new things daily and honestly makes me so proud to be his mummy.

Although it was only an email it felt like a big milestone for my baby. I think I will have a lot of emotional moments between now and then. I also know I will cry that day just like I cried when he started nursery.

Thanks for reading
Jane
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Post baby anxiety

So I stopped writing on here because honestly writing this post alone  us enough to make me feel anxious.

This makes me feel a little ashamed and not good enough thinking about how I have and still can feel at times.
Now I am in a stronger place and think if I type really fast and press post it will make it easier. It's something I really want to share because I feel like it's important that no one feels alone.

After we found out Eli was deaf I feel like I took that news pretty well. Was strong for Eli because that's what my boys needed. We also had so much to do that you don't really have time to sit and just think.

I think me being strong so much in that way let old anxieties creep in. I have always stressed and worried about the future. My husband says I struggle to live in the present and enjoy what we have because I'm always thinking ahead and what's next. I spent a lot of my time worrying about Eli's future that I consciously had to make myself stop and enjoy the now.

I had a lot of social anxiety. I would pack the boys bag ready to go out for the day then start overthinking the process. What happens if Mase runs off and I can't leave the pushchair. People will stare when I take Eli out and he has hearing aids on. People will look at me funny when I am signing to Eli. I would overthink so much that we wouldn't go out. We only went out when we had to if I was by myself. Picking Mase up from nursery. Taking Eli to get new moulds for his hearing aids. Then I would feel guilty the boys weren't going out which made me feel more anxious. It was a big vicious circle.

I didn't let many people in to how I was actually feeling most people would see I am fine. That's what I would tell people so why wouldn't they take me at face value. I would post lovely pictures of the boys so of course everything is fine. I made it look fine because I so wanted to feel fine. There is a saying dress for the job role you want.  Well I was letting the world see how I wanted to feel not how I was feeling.

Eli had a lot of appointments in his early weeks and months that Mase had a lot of sleepovers with my in laws so he didn't have to be in hospital and bored instead he could play and have fun. That's amazing but would make me feel like I was letting Mason down. That I had chosen Eli over him. This is irrational and I know that now but it felt very rational and hard at the time. I would cry leaving him. I'm crying writing this because I remember how vulnerable and raw I felt and no one really knew. I didn't express this to anyone. Leaving the boys is one of my biggest triggers with my anxiety and it's something I am very aware of and work hard on.

My sister in law probably knew the most and was amazing because there was never judgment. I think that's the hardest part to opening up to anyone you feel judged before you say anything. Sometimes it's because they don't understand sometimes because they don't want to. I have always been the emotional one in my family and relationship that quite often it's brushed off as dramatic Jane or emotional Jane. But actually I felt really alone and really lost with all of these feelings.

I am loads better at trying to push myself to go out and do more with the kids alone. Once I'm out it's actually a lot easier and my anxieties start disappear. One of the things that help me is thinking of each small step rather then the whole picture. For example pack the bag. Get The boys ready. Walk down the stairs. Etc. Breaking it down doesn't make it so scary.

It's hard but never feel alone and try to speak to someone if you can. This is probably very wafflley and all over the place but that sums me up pretty well to be fair.

Thank you for reading
Jane

Telling people our son was deaf

Evening All,

This along with a lot of the others has been a hard one. I have written and rewritten it so many times in my head. Not wanting any one to be offended by what I might say. Something like this is a personal journey and everyone feels differently about comments and situations. 

We decided only to tell immediate family that Eli was having hearing tests in the beginning because we didn't have any answers and knew people would have questions. We had loads and it took a while to understand the answers to a lot of these questions for us. 

So when you tell people your son is deaf you don't really know what you want them to say. If someone was telling me that, I don't know what would be the right thing to say to them. But saying something can make a difference. Letting that person know you're there for a chat if they need it and really meaning it is the best comment I think. For us there's no other deafness in the family so it was a shock to us and everyone else. We have had to help educate people along the way as well as educate ourselves. Luckily I love a good Google.

Most people tried to be supportive but I have lost some friends since because I needed a support network and they weren't there. Be it because they didn't know what to say to me, wasn't fussed or had other things going on I don't know. At the time I'm not going to lie it hurt and I felt really alone at times. I will do a post on my anxiety since Eli. Now I don't have resentment and sometimes friendships end. Thats part of life even if it does hurt. 

I think the comment that always frustrated me the most then and still now is "it could be worse". Now I understand that it comes from a good place in there mind but honestly that's not helpful at all. Deafness isn't the end of Eli's life but for new parents navigating this new world it is scary because it is so unknown. I guess it could be worse in lots of ways but honestly not having hearing in a hearing world is still a struggle in this day and age. There is still so much unknown and the fact is Eli's life will always be a little harder then Mason's. Right now we don't know how much harder but as a mum with anxiety you don't and can't just think about the right now. This comment doesn't seem to bother Luke like it does me. In the beginning I actually felt really angry if someone said that to me. It's not a competition and shouldn't matter how big or small a disability or difference is.  

Like I say though most people were polite and sent there well wishes. We had some lovely stories of people that knew someone else who had hearing aids. We had a few people who questioned if Eli would grow out of it. A question we had asked ourselves in the beginning. This is why we needed to know the information ourselves beforehand. 

We announced on social media because it is the easiest way to get to everyone. It's how we have announced anything major since social media became so big. We had a build a bear with hearing aids on to match Eli. I love a good photo session with the boys so any excuse and I will take it. They will have a lot of embarrassing pictures for there 18th birthday. Looking at the picture now makes me smile because the hearing aids are upside down on the bear. This was how little we knew. But it was a big milestone for Eli and I love to celebrate and share the boys milestones. 

How did people react when you told them? What did you want people to say? 

As always thank you for reading 

Jane 

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First Hearing Aids

Let's jump into this.

I remember that day and we were excited but nervous to go to the audiology centre. My sister in law took the three of us there.

From my understanding, (I am rubbish at the correct terminology) there are 3 hearing aids available on the NHS. Eli was supposed to have the first level on his first pair but they decided that they wouldn't be strong enough so went for the middle level. In reality no hearing aid was really going to be enough for Eli's hearing levels but it's a process and you have to go through it. We picked out metallic blue as Eli's colour of choice. They honestly were adorable.

We had been told not to expect any reactions but you see so many beautiful videos online of children having amazing reactions that you can't not have this at the back of your mind.

When we got there Eli was asleep. He was a small 7 week old baby. They hooked his hearing aids up to the computer and set his levels. Because Eli has different levels on each side each hearing aid is set accordingly.

They then showed us how to put them in and take them out. I remember how gentle I was in the beginning I was so scared to break them. They showed us how to clean them, how to remove the batteries and test the batteries. Explained that we had to test them every day to make sure they were working and to listen for a whistle sound because that would mean Eli's moulds were to small. They gave us a little bag to fit everything in. I used to carry this bag around with us in the early days as well and lots of leaflets. This was a lot of information before anything had happened.

Then came the switch on. Eli was still Asleep in my arms.  They put the hearing aids in Eli's ears and closed the battery compartment. We heard them come on and Eli stayed asleep. They made some noise to make sure nothing was uncomfortable and Eli stayed asleep.

This felt really strange. We knew he wouldn't react. We were told he wouldn't react. We had prepared ourselves for no reaction. But still when your actually in the moment and there's no reactions. It opens a lot of questions for us and with every stage so far no actual answers. I struggle with uncertainty like this. This in itself did create a lot of anxiety for me.

Eli was booked in for another hearing test about 4 weeks later. The centre was moving to a new facility and they needed to settle in there. To be honest it was nice to enjoy our baby without tests and to get used to handling the hearing aids.

As always thank you for reading.

Jane
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The second hearing test

Hi There,

So this is the next set of tests for Eli's hearing journey. We went to our local health centre and the same nice lady was there. She redone the same New born hearing test and again these didn't show any results. This was now our fourth failed New born hearing test.

The next test was an AABR test. Eli had 3 small sensors placed on his head and they play small clicking noises. We took Mason with us and I remember Luke holding Eli and I was holding Mase and bribing him to be quiet with a treat afterwards. The tests showed the same that there was no response. It was explained that we will be sent to our local hospital to have further testing with the audiologist department. We could still go and have these more detailed tests and they could show that Eli's hearing is perfectly fine. However, at this point I was adamant that Eli was deaf. Luke was still being optimistic.

The next appointment came through really quickly. We we're seen the following week. Our in laws watched Mase for us and we went to hospital. One thing Luke always has done and continues to do is cause an argument on the way to any appointment. He is always an arse and it's his way of dealing with the stress he is feeling.

This appointment took 2 hours. It was in a soundproof room in the peak of summer. We were all sweating it was so hot. We had to get Eli to sleep so he could stay as still as possible and we had to stay as quiet as possible as to not interfere with the results. I swear we were actually scared to breathe to loudly. There was nothing to look at apart from one small poster with the alphabet on that I think I had read it at least a hundred times.

We came away again from this appointment with no answers but an appointment the following week. We had three in total each being 2 hours. They tested all levels of his hearing. If I am honest even now 18 months in there is so much that I'm unsure of with the terminology.

The results showed that Eli has severe/profound hearing loss in his right ear and moderate/severe in his left ear and would need hearing aids fitted. That was all the hospital could tell us at the time and we had to meet a consultant to tell us more and talk hearing aids.

We went to pick Eli's hearing aids the following week and he had his first moulds taken. We picked these beautiful metallic blue hearing aids and he looked adorable in them.

Then we were told about the tests that Eli would need to have to find the reason he was deaf in case it comes with any other Medical conditions. We have always said we don't care about the reasons but did want to know if there was a chance that Eli would have any other Medical conditions from the beginning. He had to have a ECG test, MRI test, eye test. There was speak of blood tests to check for connexin 26 and other genetic conditions. I didn't want Eli to have any unnecessary invasive tests at this stage.

I remember I hadn't cried at this point. I was shocked and spent a lot of my time on Google searching for other stories and other parents that I could speak to who have been and are going through the same as us. There's a Facebook page called unofficial NDCS that's really helpful and the NDCS website is brilliant. I have met some fantastic mums and dads on Instagram as well.

The first time I remember crying Mason was having a nap and Eli was sitting on my knees. I was singing to him badly like I had done from the beginning and still continue to do. Then all of a sudden like a massive wave it hit me that Eli has never heard me tell him I love him. He had never heard me talking to him and reassuring him that everything was going to be ok. I sat looking at my beautiful baby boy and just cried. I felt so out of my depth. There was so much I didn't and still don't know.

As always I have rambled on. I have tried to be as detailed as possible because when Eli had all of this I would of loved more blog posts to read and reassure me.

I will talk about his first pair of hearing aids next time.

As always thank you for reading.

Jane
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First failed hearing test

Good Afternoon,

I thought I would share the start of Eli's hearing journey. Everyone's journey and feelings are different and there's no right way to feel.

Eli had his new born hearing test in the hospital. He was about 18 hours old. I was alone in the hospital and a lady with a trolley and smiley face approached us asking to do Eli's new born hearing test. I smiled and got Eli comfortable.

She inserted what looked like a small headphone into his right ear and pressed a button on her machine. We both sat in silence waiting for the machine to do it's thing. She pulled it out and tried the left side. Again we sat in silence. At this point I thought it was all fine. She took the earbud out and said maybe they needed the size down because it wasn't showing anything on the machine. The lovely lady tried that and the same thing didn't at any responses. She then changed the batteries on her machine but the same thing. She explained that Eli was a little early (born at 37+2) that it could be that. She would come back later on in the day to try again. She then went to the other new born on our wing. I listened on to see if it was a faulty machine. This little baby passed the test first time in each ear.

I remember texting my husband to explain what had happened and him asking what it means. I didn't know what it meant at that time. It worried me a little but I was still in a newborn bubble and didn't want to think to much into it. No one in our family was deaf. So we thought it must just be a small glitch and all will be fine.

When my husband arrived he had a lot of questions but I didn't know the answers. I remember Luke being adamant that Eli had jumped to a noise but actually his crib had been knocked at the same time.

The lady came round later on and tried one last time at the hospital. Again Eli failed this hearing test. We were told to wait until he was 40 weeks gestation and they would test again, just in case he had fluid in his ears from birth.

Those 3 weeks felt like forever and I spent a lot of time on Google. There wasn't any answers at this point. Howeved, from my Google results most of the stories were of people failing the new born hearing test but passing at the next round. For me I knew in my heart that Eli was deaf. I don't actually know what that meant and how many tests and appointments were to follow. Luke was being more optimistic (or in denial) and thought everything would be ok.

This has been a long post and I only have more to write for the next stage. I think I'll break them down in to sections. The next post will be on our next step.

As always thank you for reading.

Jane

Where have I been?

Hi and welcome to my blog.

This was a little blog I loved when I had my first little flat and then moved back to my parents to save for a mortgage.

I had so much confidence back then and loved doing both my blog and YouTube. So what happened?

Well I started a new role that I thought I would love, I was at the peak of my confidence levels and unfortunately it was all broken down by office bullying. That person I was doesn't actually exist anymore. I was broken. Confidence shattered and left the place a empty shell. That was in the space of a year. It was horrible but I did learn from it and it has made me stronger. I can say that in hindsight now. That was not the case when I Was living that journey at the time.

Since then I have got my mortgage, got married had 2 beautiful children and life took over. I have tries to restart my blog a couole of times but hadnt had the confidence to do so. I'm still not the girl that used to blog and make YouTube videos. My confidence isn't where I want it to be if I'm completely honest. But it's the highest it has been in a long time.

I'm going to restart this blog but not so much about fashion (right now I tend to live in jeans and a jumper. My mummy uniform) but it will be about my journey in general. So mummy life, anxiety, my son's journey with his cochlear implants and my journey with him as his mummy. My eldest starting school. How is that happening?

This will be my corner to be me. A good outlet for my energy now I'm a stay at home mum. Another emotional struggle I've had. I've worked since I was 17. I hope you will enjoy joining me along the way. Spelling and grammar errors will be included.

Thank you for reading.

I will be back with another post soon.

Jane