Hyperemesis Gravidarum

I have not written anything in a while.  Not because there’s nothing to write, but because once things are down in black and white, it becomes impossible to take them back.  If said, you can always deny the charge, but once written they stay written forever.

This is a very difficult and somewhat lonely time in the pregnancy, I think, because the mom to be is the only one who ‘sees’ the pregnancy.  The dad to be can’t really be involved yet, because there’s nothing to be involved with, and the same goes for family. Where friends are concerned, all that’s happened is that you’re not really around much anymore.  Or maybe that’s just in my case.

hyperemesis20gravidarumI have been suffering from unbelievable morning sickness – well “morning sickness” is a misnomer – it’s sickness every time I eat or drink pretty much anything no matter how many times a day, what time of day, where I am or what I’m supposed to be doing.  By the time my dehydration, retching and general misery had reached a climax, my mom (who is currently practicing as a midwife in Australia) sent me information on a condition called Hyperemesis Gravidarum. Yes. That’s about as pleasant as it sounds. I went to the doctor’s surgery and saw the fifth new person, we’ll call him Dr. W,  in a row, gave him my diagnoses (to which he responded “O, yes. That is what you have!) and began discussing treatments with him.

I will spare you my rant, but in short, Dr.W wasn’t really helpful. His most common response to symptoms was “That’s horrible” and his summed up treatment plan was “Grin and bear it. Lots of women have morning sickness”.  Fortunately for them, lots of women do not have HG.   The symptoms, in short are:

  • constant nausea, especially after the first trimester
  • vomiting after eating or drinking
  • vomiting not related to eating
  • overactive sense of and sensitivity to smell
  • weight loss
  • dehydration

The weight loss is not a problem – I’m quite pleased in fact, getting dressed this morning, I found I fit into my old smaller sized trousers – so long as I don’t do up the top buttons, what with my slightly distended belly and all! The rest however, is torture. Planning your day around trips to the bathroom,being really thirsty but knowing drinking anything will make you run out of the meeting you have to endure with people drinking coffee (currently one of the worst smells in my world!)

Hyperemesis Gravidarum was, years back, concidered to be a psychological disorder. Medical professionals believed that developing HG was a symptom of an unwanted baby. What an awful misconception. If anything, it’s life with your head in a toilet bowl that makes you doubt how much you wanted the child!  Now, I’m not saying I’m doubting wanting my baby, but I have to tell you there are some days where ‘is this worth it’ crosses my mind!  Fortunately I’m a child of the enlightened age, but I cannot help but feel deep pity for the years of agony and guilt desperately ill women must have felt! To quote a bad doctor… that’s horrible!

Dr. W gave me some medicine that they usually give to cancer patients undergoing chemotherapy! He says it’s safe, but I did some research myself and it hasn’t even been tested in pregnant women in proper clinical trials yet, so my mom got on the case again and has advised me to use it when i need to but do so sparingly.  In the worst cases, HG lasts till well after the child is born, but I’m hoping for best case and an end to it in a few weeks.

Our baby is doing well, thankfully.  I had a follow up scan three week ago, and everything is progressing well.  They moved my due date back by two weeks (to 28 September – my brother’s birthday and four days before my own) and decided that I was actually only 7 weeks.  The baby’s heart was thumping away at 152 bpm and s/he had grown so much in two weeks, to 1.3 cm.  1.3cm, with a beating heart and a little skull. It was a magical moment, Martin and I shared watching our baby on the screen.  It wasn’t like it is in movies where people pretend to see it but dont really. Our little Button from the last scan looked like a little person with a head and partially formed body. So beautiful to see.

Throwing Up

onion2I blame Eve, personally. If she’d just been able to refuse that apple, a lot of things would have been easier.  But then, God could have made it easier too, couldn’t He?  I mean, why could the Tree of Knowledge not have been an onion plant?  Who would have been tempted by a raw onion?  I think even Eve would have thought twice about biting in to a big, round, raw onion.  But I suppose God knew what He was doing, and I won’t question it too loudly, I just think that since He forsaw what was going to happen, He could have given her a fighting chance, you know?  An apple is like, curiosity. An onion is pure disobedience!  And look how it turned out. 

I have become the ultimate one sided bulimic. I throw up without the binge eating.  A big glass of water, and I’m in the toilet. A bite of something to eat, and its to the toilet, even my pregnancy tablets last ten minutes, then I throw them up.  It’s rather antisocial.  The problem is that I’ve not actually been able to eat and keep anything since

Button at Week 8

Button at Week 8

Thursday.  I went to the doctor yesterday and she chose to change my antibiotics as the ones I were on would apparently make the nausea worse.  I had the first one fine, with some lunch (I had to go to four different shops to find a cheese and onion sandwich.  I’ve never been much of a fan, but that’s what I had to have yesterday) and that, miraculously stayed down, perhaps cause I’d just given up half my weight in blood (three vials really, but it might as well have been more!) but last night’s tablet managed to disolve the shell but the bits inside landed right in the sewage works again.  Lovely.

The doctor said that the UTI has become worse, although I do feel better, which I’m sure is because of the D-Mannose I took on Thursday/Friday.  She also said that I had ketones in my urine and if I don’t start eating soon, and keeping the food down, she’s going to admit me to hospital to go on an IV drip.  My glucose level and blood pressure were fine (109/85) On the questionable up side, I’ve lost 7 kilograms since new years. 

I’m really struggling with work at the moment. Both the doing of it and the motivation for it.  It’s not that there’s anything else I’d rather be doing, I just don’t feel like doing that anymore.  I’ve always been very committed and regularly workd 40+ hour weeks, and now I’m lucky if I make 7 hours a day.  My boss, Rachel, has been incredibly supportive and sends me home to work from there quite often, sometimes daily, which I can do with some efficiency, but I do feel like I’m not giving it my 100% which makes me feel very guilty.  Sadly, no work for me means no pay, so I have to keep pressing on.

Super Martin

Super Martin

Martin has been the most amazing husband throughout all this.  The house might look like a bomb hit it, not helped by the builders downstairs covering everything in a layer of dust on a daily basis (yesterday they were knocking the wall down as I was leaving.  At the top of the stairs I looked normal, by the bottom I was covered in a layer of white dust and could chew the sand in my mouth.  That helped the nausea.  Not), but Martin is just being amazing.  I can’t stand any odours at the moment, not coffee, or food cooking or garlic or anything and he has been so exceptionally good about looking after himself. Coming in from a long day at work to cook for himself and try to clean up after himself, he’s doing the washing and continuously conscious of my needs.  I am so grateful for him. I don’t know what I would do without him. The problem is that even though I’m nauseas in the morning, and tired and nauseas in the afternoon, the bulk of my throwing up and feeling dreadful happens in the evenings/later at night, so even if I do manage to put a day of work in, I just can’t function at night.

Just four or so more weeks of this to go.

The Better Days

Cranberries

Cranberries

I was sitting yesterday rubbing my painful lower abdomen after the hundreth trip to the loo when the thought that if it wasn’t for my being pregnant, I’d have thought I had a bladder infection crossed my mind.  I started musing about the fact that something the size of a small olive could be causing so much discomfort, when I had a strong desire for cranberry juice and suddenly the three strands of thought came together.  Perhaps I wasn’t feeling the side effects of pregnancy at all, but might in fact have a bladder infection!  I bought a litre of cranberry juice and spent the afternoon sipping the bitter juice, just in case.  Now, I am not a medical professional, and I am not even sure if it is physically possible for the two to be related, but in the past 28 hours since I started drinking natures tonic for UTI, my bleeding has pretty much stopped!

Today I woke up nauseas as usual, but I have discovered that three or four sips of flat coke takes the nausea away long enough for me to have a bit of breakfast.  (I’ve done some research and the amount of caffeine you shouldn’t exceed per day during pregnancy is equivalent to 8 cans of coke, or 3 cups of coffee! Another problem with coke is that the CO2 causes gas in the stomach which is bad for the baby too, but flat coke has no gas so can’t be bad for the stomach or baby, right?) Today was also the first time in a week that I wasn’t nauseas all day, but only for a few hours this morning, and then from about four this afternoon again.  I do, however, get SO tired around three in the afternoon that the thought of curling up under my desk for a few minutes has occured to me more than once!

With the bleeding stopped, and a few nausea free hours, I had a moment of giddy excitement driving home from a meeting this afternoon.  I’m going to be a mommy. What an amazing thought. I keep seeing in my mind’s eye a little white circle with a beating heart, blip blip blip at a 100 beats per minute.  And thinking about that makes everything else worth it.

I do feel a little sorry for our baby though.  I was reading an article that stated that the average amount that first time parents spend on the nursery and setting up for their first child is £4000.00.  I’m afraid that our child won’t be piggybank2getting anything near that from us.  Poor little Button is going to have to share a room with the study for a while, at least till we move again, which we have no intention of doing anytime soon! The other thing to start concidering is childcare (you need to put your baby on a waiting list from 6 months before the birth).  The nursery nearest to us is one for NHS staff members specifically, and their monthly rate for one child is £875. I honestly do not know how people afford that! I suppose if you’re a doctor or a specialist earning £60 – £120 000 per year, it makes sense to spend £11 000 thereof on childcare. If you’re a single parent earning less than £20 000 per year, you get working tax credits, family tax credits, childcare vouchers and others, which can really add up! Someone I spoke to today was telling me that she received £600 per month towards childcare.  Well, that would make it easier, wouldn’t it. As we’re a couple and earn above the minimum amount, we don’t qualify for most of those tax credits etc. so we’re on our own. Ironically, we’d be in a better position if I quit my job and Martin only worked part time! It really makes no sense.

But – these are things we can worry about later, for now I’m counting the days to my next scan, and looking forward to the nausea free moments where I can imagine my little lizzard looking (for the moment!) baby swimming around in my belly.

 

Mood Swings

I have begun experiencing what I can only imagine are mood swings.  I realise I might regret, at some point, documenting my feelings today, but here they are, honest, if not painting a pretty picture of me.

I went in to work this morning, trudging through fluffy white calf height snow and feeling exhilirated. I’ve never seen

Oudtshoorn Mountains, South Africa

Mountains near Oudtshoorn, South Africa

snow like it, except for once high up in the mountains of Oudtshoorn, South Africa, when I was about 5 years old.  It was really beautiful and I enjoyed the walk, but when I got to work, I found there was no one else there, so after waiting about ten minutes in the snow I turned round and walked back home to work from the comfort of my couch.

I worked hard, all day, and managed to achieve quite a few things and it was only at the end of the day when I went to the loo and discovered I was bleeding again that I started feeling emotional.

Let me explain. I know that some people bleed throughout their whole pregnancies and go on to have perfectly healthy babies. I know that some people spot for a few days or even a month before they miscarry. I know that there’s nothing I can do at this point, but wait and see what happens. And unfortunately that is the part that is driving me crazy.  The stock answer, and the one I keep telling myself is to relax, to stay calm, that worrying isn’t doing the baby any favours. I know that. But it doesn’t make it easier. How do I know my baby is okay, how do I know it’s still growing? You can still have all the symptoms of pregnancy for weeks after the baby dies. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about that, but how awful. My next scan is only in 12 days. For 12 days, I just have to see blood and not know.

I was talking to my mom earlier and she was telling me that when my brother was in Gordon’s Bay just before Christmas he spent time praying that we would be able to have a child if we wanted to. (He didn’t know that we do, nor that I had thought for years that I would not be able to, due to various problems I’ve had for about ten years) The amazing thing is that we fell pregnant that very same week.  I’ve wanted to start a family for a long time, so the fact that it ‘accidentally’ happened that week – well, it’s pretty amazing.  When I think about that, then I think that this baby must be in God’s plans, and in God’s hands and that makes me feel calmer, temporarily. Then the blood comes again, and with it the fear. It’s a nasty cycle.

Psalm 139: 13 – 16 says:

For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
M
y frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.

When I started writing this page, I was angry. Angry that I’m still bleeding, angry that no one can tell me what’s going tears1on, angry that I have no control whatsover about something that’s happening inside me, angry that I can’t protect someone I want to love so very much,  angry that I had something with garlic in it for lunch, cause now all I can taste is garlic, angry that the snow has been replaced by rain and angry that I am just so alone, no matter how much anyone might want to be there for me, or help me, or cares about me (and I know many do, and Martin most of all) there is no one that can feel my fear. I am the only one that saw my baby’s heart beat and I am helpless to do anything and that makes me angry too.

But now I don’t feel angry anymore – I feel scared of hope, and that is worse.

Healthy Options for Healthy Babies

Impatiens

Impatiens

I’ve been a believer in alternative therapies most of my life. From lavender bath oil to homeopathy, I firmly believe that there’s method in the madness, and a form of science, albeit alternative science, in the methodology of alternative medicine. I have in recent years become a follower of Dr. Edward Bach. He developed 38 remedies based on flowers found in England and Wales. The remedies are not meant to be for physical healing, as in homeopathy, but works with the root cause of emotional problems. Dr Bach felt that most diseases are caused by emotional imbalances, and as such could be treated by treating the emotion.

I signed up for a course on Bach Flower Remedies some time ago as I’d like to become a practitioner, and this morning I decided I need to start practicing on myself! So, here are the remedies that I am going to start taking, with a description of what they are for:

 
Mimulus Plant

Mimulus Plant

Mimulus: for known fears, in my case, the fear of losing my baby

Red Chestnut: for over concern for others, as in for the safety of my child

Red Chestnut

Red Chestnut

Impatiens: for the rising impatience and irritation I’ve been feeling

Olive: to combat the feelings of exhaustion

Hornbeam: to combat that “Monday morning” feeling, the lack of motivation that I’ve been experiencing recently

and finally, the best known of the Bach remedies, the Rescue Remedy for when the ‘down feelings’ get to me!

Obviously I won’t have them all all the time, but interchange them as I need them. I’m sure that will help me focus more on the good things, which will help the baby too.

I’m realising how important it is to listen to my body at the moment. There can be something that I’ve always loved that now, just the thought of makes me nauseas. Like cheese. I don’t think I go through many days where I don’t have cheese, but now, the thought makes my stomach turn. Or chicken. Martin made himself chicken sandwich for lunch today. It smelled great, but the thought of eating it – well that makes me lunge head first for the bathroom!

Oddly enough, the only thing I want to eat, and all I desire to eat is potatoes and sweet potatoes! I’ve always liked the odd baked potato, but right now I’m guessing my body is craving potassium. It seems, though, that rooibos tea and potatoes are all that don’t make me feel sick! Don’t worry, (mom!!) I had a large plate of vegetables last night, but still, I really only wanted a potato!

This should be an interesting week. This is my seventh week of pregnancy and my baby is starting to look more

Week 7

Week 7

human-like and is now about the size of a large grape, about 10,000 times bigger than the size of the fertilised egg. The face is beginning to form, nostrils, lips and a mouth with a tongue appear. The eyes are visible under a thin membrane of skin. The baby’s brain has formed with two distinct hemispheres. Along the back, a spinal column is visible and bones are beginning to form. The limbs have lengthened and there are obvious knee and elbow joints. Fingers are well defined, but are webbed and there are ridges on the feet that will become the toes. All the buds of the baby’s non-permanent teeth have formed. All the organs have started to form and are in the right position.

Now I just hope the little Button holds on!

Confusion and Tears

Pregnancy is a very confusing time. It’s not the prospect of bringing a child in to the world, or having to child proof the house or anything like that. It’s not even the emotions involved, the joy, the fear and the uncertainty or the expectation. It’s non of that. It’s the physical stuff that I find confusing.

The bleeding continued yesterday, very slightly not even a lot, just pink enough to show up, until the evening when there was no more than a few drops of deep red blood. I know that worrying about it doesn’t help the situation, so you take a few deep breaths and try to calm your mind and carry on. I thought I was okay, till I got in to bed and started crying. Martin is as supportive as someone who knows as much as I do about all this can be. It’s terrifying, not knowing. Is our little Button’s heart still beating? Is it safe?

Our little baby is so much a part of our lives already

We stood in the study yesterday, mentally rearranging the furniture so that there’s space for a crib and a chest of drawers. Our little baby is so much a part of our lives already, and not knowing, just not knowing… well that is the scary, the confusing part.

Martin put his arms around me and held me, until I fell asleep.

Terror comes

The Miscarriage

The Miscarriage

Today was, in a word, terrifying. Everything was fine, I got up late, cycled for a while, had a shower and went to a work conference in Waterloo. Walking in, I remember thinking with a smile how I never thought I’d feel joy at bouts of nausea. I had a cup of chamomile tea, sat down to listen to the key note speakers and queued up for lunch with everyone else. It was when I went to the bathroom and noticed blood that the world started spinning and my nausea for once had a different cause.

I immediately phoned the GP where I have an appointment next week, and told them I was bleeding. They offered me an on the day appointment, a rare feat in the UK! The afternoon session of this conference passed in a blur of welling up eyes and mounting terror.

The doctor herself wasn’t really able to say or do much, but she gave me a note for an ultrasound at the Early Pregnancy Unit at Kings College Hospital where I then had to go to make an appointment for a scan. I decided to go straight over there (I realised upon arrival that I could actually see my lounge window from the window of the clinic). I gave the receptionist my letter and she referred me on to the nurse. I had no sooner sat down with the nurse than I started crying. I was just so scared.

I know that miscarriages often happen in the first 12 weeks, and that until that time is up, there’s really no guarantee, but that did not make me feel any better. I know I’ve only known for sure about my baby for 3 days, but I am already so in love with this little being growing inside me, In fact, today I understand why it’s easier for doctors and the pro-choice groups to talk about the “fetus” and the “fetal sac” – because when it goes wrong, as it does so often it’s easier to deal with than a child dying.

Anyway, at the clinic they were really great. The nurse, Pam, was so friendly and warm, that the tears that wouldn’t stop coming didn’t even feel embarrassing. She asked the gynecologist whether he would mind seeing one more person , which considering it was past five already was very kind of them. The gynea was great. He reassured me so much. He showed me my ovaries and told me it was the right ovary that produced the egg, he showed me the womb and then he showed me the tiny little button that is our baby. He told me to hold my breath and there I could see on the screen the white blip of my little baby’s heart. Wow. What a moment.

At one point, he was reading out measurements to the nurse and he said the baby’s head to bottom measures .03 cm (the crown rump measurement) to which I commented “my baby has a bottom!” The doctor and nurse laughed at me, but I was just so in awe of this white blip that can change the life of two professional adults in such a profound way.
Tsix-weeks1his little picture is not my scan, but the little white circle is exactly what mine looked like, my little baby at six weeks. Our Button is forming fingers and toes, retinas and ears, it has its own heartbeat and lives in a tiny little sac inside me.

I was so scared today. There is still a 30% chance of miscarriage, but today, this moment, my little Button is healthy and fighting fit.

Sharing the news

Well, it has been a surreal few hours. I called Martin at work last night to tell him I really felt like going out for dinner. cutesaying341We’re trying really hard to save money for a holiday, so he was hard to convince, but I got there in the end. I ran down in to town to see if I could find anything whatsoever that had the word “dad” in it – you know, “world’s greatest dad”, “no.1 dad” type fathers day gifts. I eventually found a dodgy looking mug and coaster set with “dad’s house rules” written on it. I bought it and a slab of chocolate (for the shock!) and on my return home, wrapped my first pregnancy test in a plastic bag and wrapped the lot up. I met Martin at the restaurant a little while later and told him I’d bought him a present. He opened it and his first response was “is this what I think it is!” I welled up with tears and said “yes – the doctor needs to wait for the tests to come back, but thinks I’m potentially up to 8 weeks already!”

The first decision we’ve made is to not make any decisions yet – so no rushing out and buying baby clothes or anything. We’re also not telling our friends yet. We need to be comfortable with it first, and enjoy our little secret on our own for a little while.

We did however, contact our parents the moment we got home. Martin’s parents live in England too, so we called them, and they were very excited. My family is a little more complicated, but I eventually got to speak to both my mom and dad. My dad was so excited (he’s wanted a grandchild for the last 10 years!) and sounded quite emotional while my mom became very professional very quickly. (She’s a midwife herself)  She started questioning me about my diet, my alcohol intake and my vitamin supplies straight away. My gran was just as excited, although she said she feels old.

Funnily enough it was my brother and sister’s reactions that somehow brought it home to me the most. When I told my sister, I started giggling with a giddy happiness – I felt like school girls behind a shed sharing a secret. Her joy was tangible and I felt it straight away. My brother is in India at the moment, and when I finally managed to get hold of him, he sounded quite awestruck, actually. In all, I felt such good ‘vibes’ from my family that I feel really blessed today.

It’s been funny being at work, really – I want to send an all staff memo, but I know I must keep it quiet for now. I just feel very smug from time to time, knowing there’s something wonderful only I know!

And then, from time to time, for no particular reason, it hits me: Inside me, there is a little human growing. A little person beginning to form and the thought just blows me away.

Finding Out

My name is Luschka.  I am 29 years old, married for 4 years. Today I found out that I am pregnant.  I always wondered how it would feel.  I always wondered if I’d know before the test showed it. I always wondered how I would tell my husband.  I guess by the time I go to bed tonight, I’ll know.

For the first 17 or so years of my life, I vowed I’d never have kids – who’d want to inflict this life on a child? Then I became involved with a guy who hated kids and was certain he never wanted any, which suited me.  I’m not sure if he still feels that way today, I’ve not seen him in about 9 years.  After him I fell in love with someone who for the first time in my life I could imagine having kids with.  That didn’t work out and again I wasn’t interested in kids, until I met my husband, Martin.  I’ve always thought he’d make a really good dad.  So we’ve been together for six years, married for four and I’ve wanted to start a family for most of that time, but our lives haven’t really allowed it.  We’ve moved a lot, changed jobs, travelled in non-family friendly ways – in fact mentioning family friendly, I’m looking around my lounge.  I’m going to have to move the Murano vase and move my grandmother’s serving dishes somewhere else.

Am I ready for this?  Well… I’ve wanted it for long enough. I guess I’ll become ready.  We have been trying, but knowing full well that this sometimes takes years for healthy people. I have been feeling very unwell for a few days – feverish, nauseous and one of my breasts really hurts, but since my period only ended a few days ago I decided I was feeling this way because of the virus that’s going around.  On my way home from work today (early, to get some rest) I stopped in to buy a pregnancy test as I figure its always better to be safe than sorry.  I was lying on the couch waiting to need the loo. Well, details aside, the test came up positive immediately.  I started crying, and laughing and crying alternately.  I always wondered how it would feel.  Now I know.

I am scared. Happy. But very scared. I don’t have a permanent job, so this could be a problem for us – but I believe in God and I believe that every child is his creation.  He hasn’t made me conceive for the first time in 11 years of sexual activity just to dump us in to poverty.  No.  I am happy and a little scared and I can’t wait for Martin to get home so I can tell him.  He was meant to go out with colleagues tonight, but he called to tell me he is coming home instead – what a surprise he’s coming home to.

Positive

Here’s something I wrote in September 2001 following a dream where I was pregnant

Mommy loves you
 

Mommy loves you,
this is true
although you are not born yetI feel you within me
how can it be
something pure and perfect from me?

I can’t wait to hold you
to feed you
to see your little body grow

I long to feel you kick
but you are still too small
this journey’s so unique

But for now, in the meantime
There’ll be no harm from me
for I love you completely

I wonder how your daddy feels,
he hasn’t said to much to me
but when we lie in bed

do you hear him talk to you?
I see him smile and I feel happy
our family will be complete

Mommy loves you
so have no concern
we’ll prepare this world for you

Matthew Bourne's Edward Scissorhands at Sadler's Well

One of the best things about living in London is the opportunity to discover a world of plays, musicals, ballets, exhibitions and every other cultural endeavour your heart could desire.

Tonight we went to Sadler’s Wells in Finsbury to see Matthew Bourne’s production of Edward Scissorhands. Although I had really wanted to see the show based on the previews on the website http://www.edwardscissorhands.co.uk, I wasn’t prepared for how…magical….the performance was going to be.

From the use of lights on material to create rain and snow, to the interactive, lit up, stunningly crafted sets of homes, a cemetery, the rising and setting sun, a backyard barbecue, and town Christmas party, to name a few, the costumes were beautifully representative of 1950’s America, puffy party dresses, dodgy running gear and pigtailed children who’s mothers wave them off to school, to the dancing sculpted shrubs, nothing was half done, or in any way short of fantastic.

The orchestra was in a league of it’s own with a score reminiscent of the movie, hitting the right emotional pitches all the way, Cheery suburbanism, passion, excitement, danger and hauntingly beautiful in places, it could stand alone as piece of art on its own.

The most striking performance of the night, in my opinion, was that of Noi Tolmer in the role of Kim Boggs – not only did she perform the role of a teen girl in the exhilarating fashion that leads you to remembering your own first kiss, and with a smile that reached to the back of the room when she realised she was in love with Edward, but she was also the best dancer on the stage. It’s with good reason that Matthew Bourne has had her starring in a number of his productions.

The final act ends in splendour with ‘snow’ falling on the stage and across the audience and the lengthy applause ascertained that I was not the only one to enjoy this fantastic show.

My only question now is whether there are any tickets left for the last week of this production, ’cause I could happily go and see it again!

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