Saturday, November 29, 2008
Poor little man howled his eyes out when I told him he couldn't go to the party.
Now I'm really just hoping that because he was immunised his spots crust over quickly. He's got his kinder concert on Wednesday night. If he has to miss that he is just going to be gutted.
Alas a photographer I am not and here is the proof:
The Christmas Photos that Weren't...
Monday, November 17, 2008
I have to say though, I'm even more an advocate for immunisations now. Jack has spots, infact not even heaps - maybe 20 at the most. But that's it - no fever, no cold symptoms and he's happy as Larry - annoying even, so he must be fine.
According to the Dr, she's seeing more and more kids with only very mild Chicken Pox thanks to them being immunisied. According to her, Chicken Pox is a very horrible virus for the kid suffereing it. I can attest to that - I still remember having it and I've still got the scars to prove it.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Sorry not the highest quality pic cause it was taken on a mobile, but who could resist this clanger for a 21st blackmail.
Jack got the costume the other week and it was still in the packaging. He wanted to wear it, I said fine and he took it inside to get dressed. This is his result. LMAO
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
But today all thanks to this painting and the conversation following, all our problems are solved.
Me: Cool, great picture babe. Who else is in the painting?
Liam: I'm blue and the other one is Daddy.
Me: I thought you said it was me?
Liam: It can't be you cause this ones got a doodle!
Me: Oh, ok.
Silence for about 2 minutes
Liam: When it's you I do a stripe.
Me: What do you mean?
Liam: You don't have a doodle, you have a stripe, so that's what I paint.
I have never in my life had to fight so hard to stifle laughter.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Here's the boys icing to their hearts content:
And proud as punch at the end results:
Friday, September 26, 2008
I have to admit that I stole this from someone on EB using it as their signature, but everytime I see it I still laugh. I think it's the bacon that gets me every time.
I think it all started with this one.
I laughed so hard I cried.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I actually spend a fair bit of time surfing the blogs of crafty people - drooling over their artfulness and admonishing myself for my severe lack of talent.
But today I had a burst of inspiration and let rip with what I'm calling an "Art Display Canvas".
Ok so admittedly only some material and staples and a little bit of talent - hell who am I kidding, my besties 12 y/o could probably make one just as good. But still - I'm proud.
This is just a close up so you get the idea
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Yes, I'm all cute and happy.
I'm siting on the table, I've never done that before.
I wonder what's going on?
Okay, what's that stuff that Mummy's holding?
It looks a bit suss
Hmmm, it's going in my mouth.
It can't be too bad right? RIIIIGHT?
Liam: Mum can you go to the paint shop while I'm a kinder and buy some red paint?
Me: What do you need red paint for?
Liam: So we can paint your car red.
Me: Babe, it doesn't work like that. Whatever color car you buy, that the color you need to have.
Liam: Well next time we go to Subaru can you buy a red car? So then you can be Lightening McQueen and Daddy's car can be his friend?
Me: Ummm, we'll see.
Gee, do you think that Daddy has them hooked on Subaru?
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
As much as I know that it's not ideal, she is just so damn cute sucking away.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Then the reality hit and along with this came the panic. Am I doing the right things? Why isn't he sleeping? Why does he keep crying even though I'm holding him? Why is he still losing weight? How can I not have enough breast milk? What type of a mother am I if I can't do the basics like breastfeed? Why do I feel like I've failed him?
I look back now and shake my head at my naivety. I really struggled those first few months. Not that I struggled with Liam - he was nothing short of an angel baby. But I struggled with myself. It took me almost three years to even be able to talk about my struggles breastfeeding Liam without crying. If I only knew then what I know now - but I guess that's what being a first time parent is all about.
My baby boy you taught me what life is all about. I cannot even put into words the joy and wonderment you put into my days. I thank you for all that you are and all that you have made me to be.
And again since it's all over the WWW I thought I should put it up here as well - Liam's Birth Story:
I considered that I was having a fairly normal pregnancy - morning sickness until 14 weeks, bad indigestion for the whole thing (and I mean really bad indigestion), except for the excessive weight gain.
The weight gain didn't really start until the last trimester. I had my gestational diabetes test at 28 weeks, but didn't have another appointment with my OB until 32 weeks. Obviously he didn't check the results until my appointment, since I wasn't asked to come in early. I ended up with GD that I couldn't control with food and was on insulin injections. At the same time my blood pressure was high enough for me to be put on medication for it. The only good news that came out of this was an induction at 38 weeks.
The induction went smoothly - 1st lot of gel at 7am and other at about lunch time. By about 2pm I could feel period pain cramping in my lower stomach. My water broke at about 4pm and along with that came intense contractions 3 minutes apart. This part of the labour continued for a few hours with the contractions getting closer together, me having the gas and eventually asking for an epidural. I was given pethidene at 11pm and the epidural went in at about 11.30pm. Apparently I went straight to sleep.
I was woken up to check how the epidural was working with the ice block. When they got up to my breasts and I still couldn't feel anything the midwife had a bit of a panic and people started running around pushing a beanbag and heaps of pillows behind me so I was almost sitting up to a 90 degree angle.The epidural had pretty much stopped the contractions, but had really dropped my blood pressure so I had one arm hooked up to two IV lines and the other arm with a blood pressure cuff permanently left on and the monitor thing on my finger permanently left on.
At this point I was drifting in and out of sleep for a few hours (God knows how!) and eventually started pushing at 3am.This is when I realised that the epidural was not working properly - I could feel in some areas, but not in others. Unfortunately, the place I could feel really well was my bum. I said this to the midwife who said "I'm sorry darl, but that's probably the worst place to feel it". (Thanks for the encouragement)
I felt like I had been pushing forever when the OB finally appeared, did an internal and decided that one lip of my cervix just would not flick back, so it was time for a vacuum extraction. Throughout the whole birth, this being inserted was the most painful part. The midwife and DH had to pretty much hold me down as I was climbing the walls from the pain.
I remember the OB sitting on a stool between my legs and pulling with all his might every time I pushed through a contraction. All of a sudden, the vacuum slipped and the OB went flying off the chair, back into the wall, while I screamed from the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced. The OB started yelling instructions at the midwife and the room started filling up with equipment and people. I saw him pick up something that looked like scissors (my DH looked like he was going to pass out at this point) and then he cut me, and went in with the forceps. This is when he realised that Liam had his head turned at a funny angle - he tried to turn him, couldn't and just grabbed what he could with the forceps and pulled his head out. Then Liam's body just followed through with the next contraction. This was at 3.51am.
He was put straight on to a resus table and checked out before they passed him to me for a few seconds. I was told he wasn't breathing properly and had to go the SCN. I sent DH with him. The placenta was delivered and I was stitched up and given an injection to help me sleep. The next thing I knew it was 7am and I still hadn't really seen my baby.
A midwife came and I asked to see Liam. She was shocked that I hadn't been allowed to see him yet. She told me that before they would bring him in, I should be warned that he was a little bruised and battered from the birth.
I cried when I saw him - he had a cut that went across his nose, the bridge of his nose was swollen and a black/yellow color which went all the way over his eye and on to his forehead. On the top of his head he had an enormous bruise (the size of the vacuum suction cup) with a deep cut running through it that was about 6cms long. I was told to breastfeed him with him lying down and me leaning over him as he would be in too much pain if he was held upright at all. I wasn't allowed to move him other than to change his nappy then back to the SCN to be monitored. He was allowed in my room after about another 12 hours.
Liam was born 8lb 12.5oz and was 55cms long.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
When I close my eyes I can still feel the excitement and anxiousness building while waiting for my contractions to start - watching the clock tick by waiting for that first little sign that you were making your way into the world.
In what was to become so much like you, you arrived with all the bells and whistles blaring. Just like it is today, four years ago the Olympics was playing in the background. Ausralia was celebrating a gold medal win and just as the first strains of Advance Australia Fair began playing you took your first breath. Your Daddy and I wonder whether it's an omen of what's to come - maybe you'll one day be an Olympic athlete. Your Daddy thinks more like a politician since you've been blessed with the gift of the gab.
Looking at you now, it's so hard to imagine that you and that chubby bubby are one and the same. You've become such a little man and you amaze me everyday with your thoughts and actions. You are now, and always will be my little ray of sunshine.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Why is it that I can't even have a medical issue like a normal person? Everything seems to be blown into some kind of drama.
After my last post about having this great new super hearing, it's all gone pear shaped. My right ear (my so-called bad ear) got infected and was bleeding (hmm lovely yeah). After a trip to the GP and a phone call to the hospital I was booked in for an "emergency consultation". I was having a bit of a laugh that they call it an "emergency consultation" since I had to wait over a week for it. In the meantime I had antibiotics to take and I had to see my GP on Monday if it got worse.
Well by Sunday night that whole side of my face was hurting, so back to the GP again. This time I was put on antibiotic eardrops. Interesting fact though - instructions say not for perforated ear drums but I was told to ignore that.
So I had my "emergency consultation" today. It was the head surgeon that I saw. In a nutshell he told me I'm a freak. When they cut my ear drums there was no fluid at all in there, which he admits is really strange considering all my test results done prior to surgery. They put the tubes in anyway based on those previous results. My right ear has some pretty bad scarring from previous surgery (I had grommets as a child - twice I think) and he thinks that may be what is affecting my hearing.
So after all that, I have to go back again next week when the infection is fully cleared for more hearing tests. He just said he'll have to play it by ear (and gave a nice little chuckle at his own humour) after my next appointment.
Bring on next week so I can just get this all over and done with.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Daddy playing with Lego.......................Mummy & Imogen.............................Nan & Grandad
Jack..............................................Imogen..............................Imogen, Daddy & Grandad