"New Plaster" Day.....

This morning re-inforced to me, how...I don't do early mornings very well!

It was Fracture Clinic morning. *GROAN*

That means, you have to present to the Outpatients Dept of the hospital right on 7am, and its first in, first served process. *GROAN AGAIN!*

This week, I was a bit more switched on, & we got up earlier so that we could park directly in front, saving Jake the hobbling trip up the pathway on his crutches...(well, ok, I'll admit...he takes so freakin' long, which is really why I dropped him there!)

We were about the 5th in line. *YES!*

Only to get to the counter & discover the Dr we saw last week had actually failed to make Jake a new appointment, when he had told us to come back today.
*Insert really foul language right about here*

Considering I had Jayden with us...this was not good news.
The maniac almost 3 year old, was starting to lose patience fast...& we'd only been inside for approximately 4 minutes, at that stage.

It is amazing, the crap you come up with to entertain kids, when the need arises.
We ended up with a press-button belly-button which turned on & off when pressed.

The ON switch caused Jayden to run around like crazy, which received alot of attention & giggles from other waiting little ones.

The OFF switch caused him to suddenly become slow & quiet.
(He really should have one of them OFF switches fitted!)

He soon wore sick of that game, & decided the time was good to run amok.
Each time I had to bring him back from the area we were sitting in outside, in the sun, he would loudly protest, with "Ouch! My arm Mum!" which, of course had everyone turn & stare at me "abusing" my poor child..... *rolls eyes!*

Seriously though, where the hell do they learn some stuff???
Like, when I roused on him for kicking his brother (in the broken leg) he pouts, & says, "Don't yell at me Mum!"
Because, apparently, not giving in to him, or stopping him from doing something is "yelling" at him....

Anyway...we are home now, & we have a bright red fibreglass cast on Jake's leg.
I was even first to sign it. Ner!
I was allowed to write Crusty Demons on it for him, but, my personal message had to be proofread by him on paper first, for the level of wussiness it may rate, once he's back at school & his mates might read it....

Tonight, we are off to surprise Jamie's Dad, & rock up for dinner for his birthday.
Reminds me... I need to wrap his gift & sign his card!!

xxTxx

First Kisses

Yesterday, we had Miss Kalyndi visit with us & spend some time here.

Jayden was very helpful!

K will be 2 at the end of the year, & it surprised me how gentle Jayden was with her!

He demonstrated bouncing on his Zebra for her, and then held her hand & led her to it for her turn.


He gathered the one & only baby doll Tylah has (thrown in the corner of her room, so her friends will never see it, Oh Dear Lord! if they do...!!!) & gave it to Miss K, rather proud of himself for doing so!


When he started to get tired, a little bit of jealousy arose, & he was quick to be the first one to get a spot on my lap when I sat down!

Once he was ok with sharing me again, he wandered off to do his own thing.

Miss K had moved on to playing with Jaydens Thomas train, & I found my little boy...my rough & ready to tumble, little boy...like this:

(Check out that smooch!)

Made me laugh hysterically, when he realised he'd been snapped...was kind of like,

"Oooooh, did she see that?!" "Um...you're dropped, baby!"

Aches & Pains...& Breaks & Sprains!

What a funny looking bunch our household is at the moment!

After Jake's transfer from 2 legs to crutches, life has not had a quiet moment..(oh, except for now, & the 5 mins i have allowed to get this typed!)

He was prescribed Panadeine Forte for the first few days to manage the pain.

He was so funny to watch hobbling around...mean, I know, but he was!

(Until he was a bit too woozy & almost stacked it on the cushion Jayden placed on the ground for him!)

The bloody cushion which he got one of his crutches stuck on & went flying.
I tried to catch his fall.
I am a shocking catch!

He landed on me, kind of squishing my hand.
After an agonising day, I went to the Dr, who sent me for X-rays & turns out I have a severe sprain in my left wrist.

So, the next few weeks will be spent visiting the fracture clinic...oh yay!
(Sarcasm dripping there!)

Have enough school work to keep the boy going for a while, so I better make sure he's off the PS2 & actually doing it!

xxTxx

Mothers Day...2008.

What a spoilt brat I was yesterday!

How nice it was to be a spoilt brat too!!





My morning began with me chuckling quietly at the kids efforts to not be heard pottering around the house, gathering up their cards & gifts to bring me, as well as get a head start on my breakfast in bed, which I had a feeling I might get!

So, as they approached my bedroom door, I snuggled my head deep into the doona, sqeezing my eyes tightly closed.






(I am the worst fake-sleeper, EVER!

Eyelids fluttering away, smile escaping my lips, which quiver more, at the attempt to hide it!)



Then, they burst in, & made a dive on me, all while yelling, "Happy Mothers Day!"









It was the best part of my day.


Well, actually, on second thoughts, anytime my 13 yr old son actually kisses me without being forced to, is the best part of my day!

I was then ordered to stay in bed, while I was presented with a cup of coffee & a plate of pancakes with maple syrup & icecream & wildberries...YUM!

Opened gifts then spent the morning lounging around.

I called Mum & my sister, & Jamie's cousin , & did the Happy Mums day with them all, over the phone.

If Mum hadn't had to work, I would have gone to see her for the day.

In the afternoon, we decided to go for a walk, so Tylah could practise her skateboarding on the newly-tarred roads in our area.

Jake asked if he could go & play footy with his mates & Uncle Dillon & his mates, which we were cool with; he had done his "time" with me!

Not even half an hour into our walk, we get a call that Jake hurt his foot & reports that the boys had heard it crack!

So....off we go, into the car, & spend the next 5 hours at the hospital, where he is X-rayed, plastered & sent home with instructions to attend the Fracture Clinic this morning, at a different hospital.

Ortho Surgeon was concerned that the crack was right in Jakes growth plate, & for further assessment, he was required to undergo a CT scan.

We were then told we could go home, & the Dr will call us regarding his decision on whether to operate & insert a screw, or just go back for another cast to be put on.

So, next Monday, we go back, for one or the other.

If he gets out of an Op....I told him I'm asking for bright pink plaster for him...heehee!

All up, this is the 5th time our eldest son has been in plaster!!

The Dr spoke to him today, about the importance of protecting his bones, and arthiritis etc, when he's older.

He is so his fathers son!!

Jamie is the most accident-prone guy I have ever met.

Lord help Jakes future wife!!

And, Lord help me.

The Slave...for the next few weeks!!!

Happy Mothers Day

To all Mothers....whether your children are held in your arms, or carried in your hearts.....wishing you a love-filled day.

Wow, what a morning.
It has all been about me!

Was under strict instructions by the Master J & Miss T to not move from my bed, while being entertained by littlest-Master J, who had ample amounts of smooches flowing freely for his Mummy this morning!! Too cute!

I was given coffee & pancakes with maple syrup, wild berries & ice-cream... in bed!

In between mouthfuls, I was hassled to open gifts....(so hard that was! LOL)

Jayden made me a gorgeous card & a smelly thing to hang.
Tylah brought chocolates & fluffy bed socks. (which she knows I adore!)
Jake gave me a lovely card & perfume.
From DH I got a huge cuddle & a whisper in my ear,
"Thank you for being the wonderful Mother that you are, & loving me & the kids the way you do"
*sob sob*
Total mess I became at those words!
But, it was a lovely mess!

xxTxx

Mother of a Teenager

I am, I am!

Scary stuff...considering, I can vividly recall my own 13th birthday...this I remember, because I was soooo excited to announce..

"5 more years & I am 18! I can drink!"

Funny thing...I never liked alcohol a great deal once I was old enough to actually drink it...Whoops.

Anyway....back to the main point...
My darling firstborn boy enjoyed a wonderful day....we went to lunch with the family, & he has a bit of $ in his savings account, which he is leaving there to SAVE!
(Hes not too fussed on that idea!) Heehee!

We ended up getting him a GT Bmx bike, which he utterly adores...(he even wipes it down if it gets a splash of dust near it)
(I will finish this when Master 2 isnt helping me type!!)

13 Years.

This time tomorrow, I started to go into labour, at 17 years old, with my first baby.

I was excited,... so excited to finally be meeting my baby.

But I was also so terrified of the labour I was yet to endure.

I just had a feeling it wouldn't be easy!

The day before, on the 9th of January,1995, around 10.00am, I had my final ante-natal check up, with a different OB, as mine had gone on holidays.

He had hoped I would go early, & he would be there for the birth of my baby...but he had a feeling this little one would take his/her time also!

The new OB, did my checkup, & he said, "Well...I guess I'll see you next week!"

I left the Clinic so utterly over being pregnant.

It was summertime, & stinking hot.

I lived at Kirra at the time, & then DP couldn't even lug me to the beach by that stage.

It was an effort to walk.

It was an effort to do anything!

I spent a majority of that Monday in the bathtub!

I remember getting niggly pains around the time I hopped into the bath, & the water really helped.I didnt actually realise my labour had began.

My mum came to visit, & I was snapping at everyone.

Everyone annoyed me, & I couln't stand being touched or spoken to I just wanted to be alone....

Mum finally started to think maybe something was happening & started to time my "moddiness"...which infact was the beginning of contractions!

(Uh....yep, I should have known that!!)

She finally said, "Honey...you are in the beginning of labour!"

I was totally in denial.

I couldn't be!

The Dr said I would see him next week!

The day wore on & everything became more regular.

I began to walk around the pathways around the beach, taking my sister with me; leaving mum & DP to stress themselves out at home....

We finally took off to the hospital that afternoon, & my Midwife happened to be my sisters best-friends mum, who I had known since I was a wee girl.

That was so comforting to me.

Anyway....to cut a long story (saga, more like it ) short....after a 29 hr labour, with the support of my darling mum, sister & DP (who I was pretty p*ssed at for breaking the massager that had been working a treat on my back! )

I ended up needing an emergency c/section.I remember being really disappointed that I couldn't deliver naturally after all that tme in labour....but also really exhausted & feeling as though I were "losing" it, & not really in control anymore.

In the end I welcomed knowing that I would get some sleep from the anaesthetic!

I remember being scared again, as they wheeled me away...& DP kept following the bed as they were wheeling me away.

He kept kissing my forehead, & he looked really scared.

Mum was upset at seeing me in so much pain throughout everything, as was my sister. (Who also put off having kids for a very, very long time! )

The next thing I remember, is waking in recovery, with a pretty cute guy standing over me saying, "Oh hello! You're back with us!"

I thought I must have died or something!

Then I remembered.

I had a wee baby around here somewhere, waiting to meet me!

Before I even said a word, he said... "You have a beautiful baby boy waiting to meet you upstairs. He is, at this very moment, cuddling with his daddy, waiting for you"

I was pretty woozy still, & I said, "Whats his name?"

The guy laughed & told me that was up to us to do...they just look after them til we mums are ready....LOL!

At 9.41pm, Tuesday the 10th of January, our son made his grand entrance into this world, into our lives, & imprinted himself into our hearts.

The next thing I knew, I was waking while being taken back to my room.

When DP passed this little bundle over to me...I cried like I have never cried before.

I was so overwhelmed with emotion.

I could not believe he was mine!

The first night passed in a bit of a blur...as did the following days, due to painkiller medications.

I developed a nasty infection in my scar, & became quite sick, needing to stay in hospital for 8 days.

Breastfeeding went really well, straight off, which I was ecstatic about!

I had not known anyone that had breastfed, & I really wanted to give it a go!

(Turns out my little rascal fed until he was 19 months old, self-weaning when his new sibling was only 2 months away from being born!)

We settled into parenthood with ease.

We loved being parents for the first time!

I recall a visitor saying to us, that before we knew it, our little man would be off to schhol, & DP & I looked at each other, thinking how aaaages away that was!

And here we are.

Our boy is about to embark on his journey to highschool.

(The same highschool I attended, actually!)

In 2 more days, he will turn 13.

Where has my baby gone?!

I am so proud of him, & I know his future holds great experiences & I cannot wait to see the young man that he is becoming, emerge & grow even more as time goes on.

HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY, MY DARLING BOY.

Love always, & forever, to the moon, stars & back....

Mum xoxoxox