The cats have gone!

After 4 years we have finally have to give up All our cats :(
Drew has been suffering from quite bad Eczema,(obviously which he inherited from me!) and we have been advised by the Health Visitor & Doctor that there is a possibility that he could be allergic to cats too.
We have been in turmoil over this for months now, on the one hand there is the problem of getting rid of all the cats only to find out later that his skin doesn't improve or they weren't really the cause after all. They haven't been past the kitchen for months, I don't think Drew has ever seen any of them. But this has been outweighed by the fact that he is suffering badly with his skin, he now has 3 different types of Eczema cream & has to wear a Bandages suit, which is horrible to have to put him through so we have to take every precaution to help him get better. Even if he hasn't had contact, there are still fibres floating around on the furniture & our clothes which can effect him.
To be honest the poor sods haven't had much of a nice time lately, ever since Merlin ran across the couch & onto the mosses basket, they have been banished to the Dining room & Kitchen. We then got our lovely helpful friend Steve to put us some new doors to separate the rooms meaning they haven't seen any other parts of the house for the past 6 months.
Also as soon as you have a new baby, our 4 other babies don't get the attention they used to, you don't have time to talk to them, let alone stroke them. If the baby needs feeding, then the cats can do without! I'm sure it couldn't be nice going from 3-4 meals a day, constant attention & free run of the house, to being confined to the kitchen & dining room, with 1-2 meals a day if they're lucky. So as our time for cats was taken up by time for baby, we realised that it would probably be kinder for them too if they could go to a new home were they could be looked after properly, by some nice old lady who wants to sit with a cat on her knee all day!
So after some more 'ummin & arrghin we decide to rehome them. Shouldn't be too difficult, we had already re-homed Willow & Loki to loving families....
Not uite as easy as we originally thought, I think the other 2 were just a bit of a fluke that people we knew of wanted a cat, now we have 4 to re-home it's a bit more of a problem.
We ask around the usual places but with no joy, then Diane has the idea that as I work in Tesco I should put up an advert there, hundreds of people work in the store, surely someone could take them. I made an advert detialing our problems with Drews Eczema & how lovely they were with cute photo's & everything. How could anyone resist that story?
Although a few people had shown an interest, we struggled to get anything serious. A lot of people had mentioned seeing the advert, but then said they either had a cat already or didn't like cats at all! not very helpful.
There was a coulple of people who said " do they get on with dogs? " WTF?!? No they don't - they're bloody cats for gods sake!
Then the first glimpse of hope, as I clocked on for an 8:00am shift 2 young people were looking lovingly at the advert. Trouble was these were Polish workers off the night shift, so not only was I weary about anything to do with people working nights I also couldn't understand most of what they were saying & vice versa!
Eventually after much pointing & nodding, I realised that they were looking at Thor (the fluffy one) but were after a kitten not a cat.
Not getting very far with this, after a few weeks someone had deliberately posted another notice over the top, so I decided to remove the advert from work.
"Maybe we could put them in shop windows instead?" was the next idea, only the whole thing had to be redone as it had the words "FREE to good home" & "see mike on electrical desk" printed on the top.
So another was printed off & Diane took it to the local pet shop.
Nothing at all came about from that. So we were left wondering again, "maybe we should keep them?" "His skin seems better now anyway" but as time goes on he has good and bad spells, but more importantly the cats are getting ignored more, but now they are starting to annoy! getting under your feet, trying to climb through windows, costing too much money for food.
It was definately time for them to go, but we had already exhausted all our oprtions. we had been in touch with the Cats Protection League, R.S.P.C.A. & various others, nobody wanted to take them in, after all people want kittens that are all cute & fluffy, not fully grown eating machines....
Things finally came to a head for Diane on Monday 25th June, It must have been a combination of tripping over constantly hungry cats too many times, too much cream & bandages, but she rang Leigh Cats & Dogs home & after much persisting, managed to persuade them to take all 4 cats in for re-homing.
Only problem now is, £35 cost, per cat! It's obvious however that it needs to be done, and this may be realistically our only chance to get things sorted.
Diane's Dad lent us the money & we arranged to take them on Tuesday....
Originally we were all going, to say our goodbyes etc.. but then we realised that 2 adults a baby & 4 cats probably wouldn't fit into a car. So it was left to me to do the deed.
Surprisingly I managed to get all 4 strapped in with seatbelts. So after a tearful goodbye, I set off to Leigh.
The car journey seemed to be going well, after a noisy start, they had quietened down a bit. But if you know us, or have read any of the other posts on there you'll know things NEVER go smoothly for us....
Just as I turned onto the main road about 200 yards from the Cats Home, Freya who was on the front seat, started to manically scratch & bite the cardboard pet carrier we had put her in. Next thing I know there is a head popping out of the side! After a few harsh words, she had burst out completely & was now trying to find a way out of my car!
I have to say I remained calm & in control of my car, which is surprising when you have a cat running around! God only knows what the other drivers were thinking! after trying all the windows she eventually settled on the floor.
Leigh Cats & Dogs home itself, for those who have never been, is situated just off the East Lancs, literally, on some waste ground. It's a bugger to get to at the best of times, one of those off road experiences were you drive like an 80 year old woman, to try to avoid destroying your car on boulders & pot holes.
So there I am bouncing along, with 3 cats in boxes & 1 trying to sit on my knee! I finally manage to get there, only to find the car park completely full, so I have to reverse out & park down the road. I managed to get out of the car without letting Freya escape, & run to the reception.
"Hello, my wife phoned yesterday about bringing our cats in, there is 4 but one's escaped! so I need help to bring them all in!" I screamed at the young girl behind the counter.
"Ermm... ok .. I'll get someone to come out with a basket" she replied looking very scared.
"Don't bother doing that!" said an old decrepit voice on the end of the counter. "We're not taking any cats in!"
"WHAT!!!!!!" I screamed, "my wife phoned yesterday & said we have 4 cats, but our baby is allergic to them"
"we definitely couldn't take 4 anyway!" she replied obviously enjoying it.
"Now hold on a minute, I've just drove for half an hour, with 4 cats in my car, one of them has escaped & now you're telling me you wont take them? you told me to come yesterday"
"we would have yesterday, but we cant today, everyone is getting rid of cats, we've had loads of them this morning!" then walks off.
I'm almost on the brink of smacking this woman, "What am I supposed to do now? I can't take them home"
It was then they explain that there is nothing they can do until the vet has been to check up on the last lot they took in.
"As soon as the vets been we will have places again" they say.
Ahhh a glimmer of hope "When Does the vet come then?"
"Any time really from about 1:00pm till whenever we close"
I looked across at the door, 'Open Late Night Tuesday Till 8:00pm' Bollocks! I could be here for hours.
I leave to phone Diane & tell her the news, as you can imagine, she's not impressed either, so tries ringing any other place she can find in yellow pages. Warrington or Liverpool. Not really an option, neither is coming home. SO back in I go for another attempt.
"Look I really need to get these cats out, my car is heating up now in the sun, I can't wait round all day, just on the off chance that a vet MAY turn up soon."
"Oh no, he's definately coming" says the young girl now looking more scared. "If you leave us your number we can call you as soon as the vet arrives"
So I leave my number & head back to the car. "you know the vet will turn up as soon as you leave!" Har-Har! the silly old bag is back with a sense of humour! - Piss Off!
But strangely enough she was right, no sooner had I got to the car, a van drove past... That could be a vets van, as a woman got out, I'm sure she's wearing a stethoscope.. I sprint back to the reception.
"we were just about to phone you..."
"Can I bring them in now?" I scream.
"Give us about 10-15 mins then you can" now she's being all nice
Bollocks to that, "I'll bring the car round!!"
I managed to get all 4 inside, by putting Freya back in the box & tipping it up & covering the hole with my hand.
There is a handing over form to fill in, which she makes loads of mistakes on. She managed to spell every name wrong. Thor spelt THAW maybe he was frozen when we got him?
I mentioned before in my earlier post about Midwife's, I know these people see hundreds of animals a day, but for us it's a very sad experience. So at least spell the bloody names right!
They ask questions about, if they have been spayed, injections etc. & seemed surprised when I answer yes for all 4 cats. But then seemed a bit worried that they had all been micro chipped. Looks like they'll have a job on re-programming them with the new owner address.
No sooner had I took them in then it was all over, I tried to prolong it a bit, but we were up to the handing over money bit, so they weren't really interested in my stories.
That's it, it's done, for the best, I'm really sad, back to the car, phone Diane to let her know, she seems surprised I actually did it.
"I'm on my way home...."

Below you can see the terrible effect of the Eczema on Drew's skin & the bandage suite he has to wear.

First Videos!

First Video's of newborn Baby Drew.

Video #1: Taken at Wigan Hospital - Only a few hours old!



Video #2: Taken at home

PHOTO'S OF BABY DREW!!!

• Photo's of drew taken on Xmas Eve

Video's Coming Soon!!!

Baby Drew Arrives!!!!

After a delay of 4 days from the due date, baby drew finally made an appearance.
Diane's waters had broke just after 7:00pm so we dropped Kieran off at her sisters house & made our way to Wigan Maternity unit.
Previously we had been to see a specialist at Leigh who did an examination, (which is very undignified for anyone who has had one) this in most cased encourages labour within 48 hours.
I Diane's case it was the same night. Once it actually started it got a bit surreal, after talking on the phone she sat for a while with a strange look on her face whilst Kieran & myself repeatedly asked her what was wrong.(Doh!) After a trip to the toilet it quickly became apparent the was a bit more water than usual. Diane now spends 5 Min's or so frantically searching upstairs for the hospital number in her case notes, which by now had been packed in the case, the necessary numbers were already wrote on little post-it notes next to every phone!
After speaking to the hospital, Diane very calmly informs me that I'd "better go get the car, it's time!" After running to the garage, I then come back in & immediately start shouting at Kieran to stop messing about and hurry up and get ready. The poor sole didn't have a clue what all the commotion was about.
After bundling everyone into the car we dropped Kieran off at Diane's sisters, who being a nurse obviously isn't really fazed by such commotion, & left Diane doubled over in the hallway whilst she was in the toilet and then wanted to engage everyone in polite conversation! (no rush eh? - AAARRGHH!!!)
After a very comforting "Someones life is about to change forever!!! HA-Har!" from the brother-in-law, we were finally on our way to hospital.
Now Diane had on several occasions made it very clear that I has in no way to risk our lives by driving like a lunatic to the hospital. I have to admit, I was relatively calm once we set off and managed to get us there in one piece. Now it's a good job we went for that tour of the unit, otherwise we would have been in trouble, it had taken me a good 5 minutes & several attempts to work the parking ticket machine (you have to input your full REG using a silly phone keypad & press another button for numbers, then back to letters. What a nightmare that will be when we come for real!) not worth worrying about really, as when we got there, the car park was full up, so after driving round & round in circles we finally parked in a disabled bay right outside the front door. (I'm not proud of it, but hey it was an emergency!) the midwife had told us that would happen, but as long as we let them know, they could inform security not to clamp us.
As soon as we got inside we told everyone about the parking, but the just looked at us like we had gone mad! surely there were more important things going on. "I'm sure they don't work this late anyway, move it later" was one midwifes reply.
It's a bit surreal really, but when you know there's something very important going on, life changing even, you tend to spend more time worrying about the most stupid trivial things that really have no significance to what you should really be worrying about, I mean I'm sure women have given birth inside cars before today, who gives a shit where it's parked, probably the one time where you can get away with anything just by shouting "I'M HAVING A BABY!!!" should have took advantage of it a bit more now looking back....
Now I know these people working on the delivery suite have obviously seen this several times, day in day out & they to keep things as calm as possible, but sometimes you do feel like slapping them. Like the person who greeted us at the front door for example, who asked us what we wanted? Diane & I both looked at each other like "What do you think we're here for?" After a bit more confusion, we're inside, then it's another stern look from the Nurse to remind us that you have clean your hands using that alcohol solution stuff. Blimey that stuff stings when you have eczema!
The first room we're put in is the "You're not ready yet" room. This room is a very basic waiting room with a bed & toilet room, although we're cheerfully told that "People have actually given birth in here!"
It's with that thought in mind that things start to get a little bit worrying (for me anyways!)
Now when the midwife came to tell us about the hospital, I asked about ways in which I could help. They tell you about supporting your wife, reassurance, talking her through it, rubbing her back, moping her brow etc. etc.. But Diane made it very clear that I was not to go near her! (in a nice way.. i think?)
Now watching someone you love in pain, is not a nice thing, especially when they start being sick a lot too. So remembering what she said about not coming near her, I thought it best if I press the little call button....
WOAH! was that ever a mistake! I didn't realise you aren't meant to press the call button unless there is a global epidemic or imminent danger from mars or something, so now I've got a student nurse in the room having a go for pressing the button without good reason, apparently turning purple from constant vomiting isn't really a cause for prising her from her brew! she run the whole length of the corridor for nothing! Eventually Diane stops vomiting & asks why there is a nurse in the room? Now she is having a go at me for pressing the button, apparently this is quite normal?!?
O.K. A valuable lesson learnt!
When the time does come to move rooms we learn that the current midwife is finishing her shift & our assigned midwife will be there for the delivery! phew!
After what seemed like too many hours, Diane is moved into the delivery suite, were upon she is asked if its OK for a student nurse observes too, yep the same one I upset with the alarm button earlier! Although she tries to pretend she never met us before!
Now this is more like what you see on telly, a nice private room with a bed, chair, birthing pool & mirror on wheels, for people who wish to watch themselves giving birth?!? Ewwww! Diane promptly informs them she will not be using any of those, so they best get her on the bed & give her some pain relief.
As time draws on she asks for this several times, but with no luck, apparently they don't like giving it as it can transfer across to the baby, making it drowsy, but they do have a new one called meptin(?) which wont effect baby, but is exactly the same for mum YEAH RIGHT! this has absolutely no effect! So to try take her mind off the pain they suggest she tries standing, walking around or bending down, this just makes things worse! quick get her back on the bed!
Now things are starting to happen, through lots of screaming, they keep telling Diane to push down into her bottom, what?!? push what were exactly?? Just give her the bloody drugs she asked for!!! (we are later told by her sister, "push like your trying to poo! - Nice!)
Now he's making an appearance! "You can see the head, come have a look dad" I have a quick look & can make out some hair on top of a head. A few more pushes & the head is out. The head is out, look Dad, tell her how well she is doing...
So I kiss her & tell her the head is out & she is doing really well, but she already know this, you silly sod, then I have a flash back to the student nurse in the other room & how she told me not to come near her during the birth, now I'm looking scared & the midwife is looking at me with disgust due to my apparent lack of interest!
It's at this point that some kind of secret code goes out, because in bursts the scariest looking Nurse/Midwife/Sister you ever seen! (think Hattie Jacques in the carry on films & you'll get the picture!) she means business, pushing everyone else out of the way, I swear to god she ripped that baby out of there! & they stab Diane with another needle for good luck!
23/12/06 12:10 am He's out and he's crying! " WE HAVE A BABY!! " what an experience!
No time for that now, I'm cutting the cord, I've got what looks like a mini set of garden shears in my hand! & boy do I need 'em, the cord ain't an easy thing to cut through! Off he goes to be cleaned & checked, all fingers & toes are present, the midwife hands him to me...
WOW it's amazing, we made a little baby, a person, a beautiful boy, and he looks like me, you can't describe that moment until it happens & when it did I cried, which was a good job really, so I'm told especially after the alarm button & kissing head episodes!

Baby Updates - Tour of Maternity Unit

Not been many updates for a while, a poor attempt at explaining why can be found on the newspage of the website.
Also since we had the 4-D scan & finally finished the bedroom, it's pretty much been a process of waiting. We have been for a few Midwife visits (one particular whom was horrible) but up until now he has slowly been getting bigger & not much else.
The last visit was on Tuesday 12th Dec. Hopefully this will be the last as his head has Finally engaged. Everything seems to be pointing downwards, which means he is well & truly on his way!
Today we also went for a tour of the brand new Maternity Unit in Wigan Hospital. Blimey! it's really posh in there! Rooms with birthing pools in, Sky T.V. and your own personal phone!
We are really relieved we got the chance to go as we would of had no idea what we were doing. When we got there I had a trauma with the parking meter, for which you have to type in your full car reg. like a text message changing between letters & numbers. Took me about 5-6 goes to get it right, by which time Diane could have had baby in car!

Diane's friend who is also pregnant, had her baby today, a baby girl. CONGRATULATIONS!!

After the hospital tour we went round for a quick visit. Seeing their baby really made us realise just how close we are to having one ourselves. Quite scary really...
This was the first time I have ever held a baby without it crying, at least not for about 15mins anyway, which is really good for me as I generally scare babies. Sill a bit nervous holding them too, I'm fine once I hold one, it's just the lifting up & down that worries me, with the whole supporting the head thing. Mothers always scowl at me for not holding the head when picking up or putting down. But I'm sure I'll get it soon enough...

Hopefully baby Drew will put in an appearance any day soon. I think Diane is getting a bit fed up now, so were going to have a busy Xmas, Not forgetting Kierans birthday before that, plus I have a funeral to attend in the next few days. So with so much going on, I guess that whatever day he comes, it will probably be the least convenient.
But that's how these things go, I can't Wait!!!!

Nursery Decorated

After a bit of a disastrous start the spare room has finally been painted.
It's weird that you don't realise how much crap you can fit in one small room until you have to remove it. I presumed that most of the space was taken up by the bed, but even with that removed there was still a lot of other stuff in there too. Mind you I suppose all unused junk gets put in the spare room & you don't really need to keep it tidy, as nobody uses it unless you have someone staying over. Also since we had moved Kieran in there whilst his room was decorated, there was also a load of toys that never made the journey back into his bedroom.
The logic behind this being that he would take back any toys he actually played with, then anything else we could get rid of. Except that it didn't really go according to plan, Kieran just thought he now had 2 bedrooms to play in & consequently leave in a mess!
Anyway, once the bed was out it only took a few days of rearranging other rooms to distribute the stuff elsewhere and put any unwanted items on eBay or in the bin!
Working Sunday gave Diane a chance to make sure the last bits were out and it was ready for painting on Monday morning before work.
Now that was were the fun begins..........
Firstly I should explain for those of you that don't know, I have a wonderful mother, who we love dearly and who's help & support of the years has gotten us out of many awkward positions & helped us achieve things we could never have by ourselves, for which we are eternally grateful....
However... she also has a bit of a thing for T.V. shopping channels, obsession would be to stronger a word, but needless to say she likes Ideal World & Price-drop T.V.
Nothing wrong with that, there are some really nice things on these channels that you can't buy in the shops, you can get a bargain and we have had some really nice presents as a result.
Then came the paint roller....
Seemed like a great idea a the time, a new painting revolution that promises fast, professional results with no mess. The demonstration on T.V. made it look so easy, a big roller filled with paint inside, makes decorating a breeze... and it couldn't have come at a better time, i was due to decorate the spare room and my mum had a bit to do on her own house.
So my mum kindly ordered us one each. They arrived and looked all really exciting, 2 rollers, a measuring jug, they even gave us a selection of paint pads and brushes as well!
Due to previous experiences with decorating, I have found it best if you completely remove everything from the room, including the carpet, I mean I'm not the best decorator in the world, but at least nothing could get splashes of paint on it.
I got all the necessary paint pots & brushes together and opened the 'Magic Roller' box.
Surprise number one: there was 2 rollers and a selection of other painting implements, Nice!
Surprise Number two: the instructions were rather small... one side of an A4 page filled mostly with pictures.
"Oh well, must be really simple to use then" There are even proper photographs demonstrating all the necessary steps. "Even an IDIOT could use this!" so I did.......

• Step #1 - take roller & remove end cap

Sounds easy enough, one end it bigger than the other, with a handy lip to lever you finger under. The cap won't come off, it's on solid. Turn roller over to check other end, nope the other end is different, smaller with no finger hole. Turn roller back, spend 5 Min's trying to pull cap off, try nearby Swiss army Alan keys, too small, back to fingers. After a few more minutes manage to remove cap by levering round edges like tin of paint.

• Step #2 - Using provided measuring jug, fill to first marker with paint then top up to second marker with water & stir until paint thins.

Paint goes in jug easily enough, off to the bathroom to add water, quite hard to judge as 2nd marker has now been obscured with paint. Tip some out just in case. Back to spare room spend 10-15 minutes stirring paint. Get sore arm, move onto step 3.

• Step #3 - Pour new mix into roller & replace cap. Roller can hold up to 1 litre.

Measuring jug makes exactly 1 litre mix, so in it all goes. Paint pisses out of bottom of roller all over floor, quickly move roller over paint pot to catch drips. Turn over roller to check bottom is fixed on proper, paint gushes out all over floor, realise top hasn't been put on yet! Quickly turn round to look for roller cap, knock paint pot over. Swear a lot, stand paint pot up, balance roller on top. Remember being told in work best way to soak up paint is with cat litter. Run downstairs, find litter tray, old litter smells of piss. Run back upstairs, paint is now seeping through floorboards. run downstairs, check for suspicious damp marks on ceiling. Run to downstairs toilet, find bag of cat litter plastic bag & dustpan & brush, run back upstairs. Cover paint with cat litter, clean up with dustpan & brush. Create strange pebble dash like effect across floor due to not leaving long enough for paint to soak in! Swear some more!

• Step #4 - Apply paint to wall, working in a fan effect to ensure even coverage.

Attempt to roller ceiling, roller refuses to turn round, paint pisses from roller all down my arms, all in my hair/beard/eyebrows. Remove cap & pour paint into tray, finish off ceiling using proper roller.

• Step #5 - Apply second coat as necessary.

Luckily ceiling is in quite good condition so second coat isn't needed! Phew! Spend 1/2 hour in bathroom trying to remove paint from body before having a bath filled with every bubble bath moisturiser and soap I can lay my hands on.

After this episode I was relieved to be going to work, due to the mood I was in, I thought it best if I put off ringing my mum until later.

It was about 10:30 when I got home, by which time my mum had already rang & heard the story from Diane. I had managed to calm down quite a lot now, so it was safe to ring her back. obviously the whole episode had caused great amusement, several times I tried to explain that the 'Magic Roller' was a complete waste of time, but she insisted that the people on T.V. made it look so easy that it must be something I'm doing wrong. Somehow amazingly my mum managed to convince me that I should try the 2nd roller, hers goes round smoothly, without any problems, it was possible it had been damaged when she dropped the box on the floor! (my mum also blamed this on me although I don't recall it happening..) Also the demonstration on T.V. didn't mention adding any water to the paint, so this was probably the cause. Also they only use the roller on walls, not on ceilings so surely the force of gravity was stopping the roller from going round? fair comment...

Tuesday morning rearing to go, armed with the second roller & determined to get the job finished.

I checked the condition of the second roller, no damage, but it still refuses to roll freely. Never the less I shall soldier on...

I follow the steps again, there is defiantly a section on adding the water, but this time I choose to skip this bit. The paint goes in and there are no drips, good start! Might be a good idea to start on the bit behind the door just in case. After 20 or so minutes of vigorous rolling the sweat is pissing off me, but at least the paint is starting to go on the wall. However the roller is still refusing to go round properly and the resulting wall looks like it has been attacked by a toddler with some watery school paints! After going over it a few times I am very quickly running out of paint, not sure how as the walls still don't look much different. Finally decide the best option is to tip paint out of roller back into tray and use it like a normal roller instead. By lunchtime the room has one very thin pale looking coat of paint. Only one thing for it, get another tin of paint & a proper roller & do it the old fashioned way!

I had sold a few things on eBay and had to go out to the post office and hand a form into to benefit center or Job Center, so I may as well go for the paint at the same time. Unsure of the cost of sending the parcels I go there first, then make my way into Wigan. Park up at Tesco and walk to job center, find out it's closed down & moved into the benefits center I should have went to first, walk across town to Benefits Center, hand in form, walk back across town to car, drive to B&Q. I arrive with £13.00 only to find the paint is nearly £18.00 come back to car to phone my mum, she bought the first lot of paint from Focus obviously a lot cheaper. She confirms paint was same price there, although i wouldn't know this as I didn't check price, or pay it! Drive back home for more money, realise we have no money, drive to cash machine then back to B&Q.

Luckily using the proper roller gets the whole room done in about 20 minutes, using only half a tin of paint. Finally I can put the carpet down and get some of the baby stuff in there! For some strange reason the carpet seems to have shrunk a good 1/2 inch all the Way round?!? Must be due to the way I folded it, hopefully it will flatten down when it gets some weight on it....

After a good hoover the carpet is back to it's original size & the bags of baby stuff finally have a place of their own!

I can finally rest knowing the worst part is over with.... my mum agrees that the rollers must be faulty and will send them back. Good job she didn't try them in her house eh?!? Probably best to stick to nice gifts for Xmas & the odd unusual orniment from now on!!

However, something tells me that the worst is yet to come!.....

Stills from the 4-D Video Scan

• Still images from the 4-D Video Scan - Tuesday 12th September 2006

Today we went for one of those new fangled 4-D scans at Inner-Vision in Warrington. Anyone who is having/thinking about a baby, I would definitely recommend this. The whole experience is far better than what you get to see at the Hospital scans. You can tell from looking at the photos, it actually looks like a baby! This was great for someone like me who had trouble making out what the various light/dark patches were on the other scans. We were in the scan room for about 1/2 hour in total, so we were able to see how everything was developing.

• What can you see in this pictures?

Right away you can see everything much more clearly in these type of photo's. All of the features are developed, there are some great facial expressions, including yawning and trying to suck his toes!! Eyes, Nose, Lips & Mouth are all clearly visible. You also get to see hands, Legs with knees and feet with toes.