It was not looking good. Despite trying to fake ‘coping’ to the world, I was a complete ball of tears and pus and agony. Six weeks after the birth of my first baby, I developed a bit of a toothache…that steadily grew in to pain right up there with…well…childbirth. I kid you not – whilst…
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THE 5 STAGES OF GASTRO
A couple of nights ago, I lay cramped on the old cot mattress for the second night running on vomit watch. No. I could no longer hold on to the hope that it was something she ate. Yes. Gastro was beginning its wild path of destruction through our house. I shifted my legs trying to discover a clearly unattainable…
GERIATRIC HIGH RISK : IS THERE EVER A ‘RIGHT’ TIME?
When I had my first baby, I discovered my paperwork was stamped with ‘geriatric’ mother. With my second, I had graduated to a ‘geriatric, high risk’ mother. Well; isn’t that just a little blow to your glow! I will pay ‘high risk’. I had experienced a retained placenta with my first baby (which can occur…
MOTHERS GROUP : BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Mothers group was a life-raft. In the early months after baby, I gripped it tightly with both hands when I felt myself sinking. Sure; the original ‘classes’ at the Maternal Health Centre were invaluable, but after my son projectile pooed (oh Lordy YES) all over the nurse on an initial home visit (cream slacks; what…
WHAT I HATE ABOUT BABIES….
After my 19th kick to the kidneys in bed at 3am this morning (yes, yes…she sneaks in with us…whatever), I forced myself to remember that this would not last forever. The morning snuggle and ‘energetic’ face stroke…(slap…”Wake up, Mummy!”…slap) would soon be a distant memory and I would miss these moments – just the two…
FEBRILE CONVULSION : THE DAY OUR WORLD WAS SHAKEN
Our son had a febrile convulsion on the same evening my sister divulged that she had a brain tumour. Suffice to say, it was a really crappy day all around. My sister’s tumour is her story to tell; in a nutshell, it was benign and safely removed. It was also traumatic and she was incredibly…
HAVING KIDS WON’T CHANGE ME
Having kids won’t change me. We will still be able to travel and do all the things we love to do. Wherever we go, the baby will simply come, too. I will be the boss and baby will just have to learn to roll with that. HA HA HA HA HA HA Famous last words…
THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN MY NIGHT
On Saturday night, I curled up on the couch beside Husband who was ‘watching’ the footy and snoring simultaneously. Our babies were tucked up in their beds, my wine was cold and the weather was looking good for Sunday. I had a, “life is good,” moment. But sometimes…sometimes, I think waaaayy too much. When my world…
OH, FOR FUNKS SAKE!
I’m having a fat day. All my clothes are rubbish, my roots are looking greyer than normal, I have no energy and Husband is working late. My car rego is due, our son cried the whole way through his swimming lesson and I just discovered another hole in my comfy jeans. The weekend that I…
MY SECRET LOVE AFFAIR…..
Red leather. G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S I googled various outlets, kept a keen watch out for a sale (insanely overpriced) and then I pounced…well…waddled (I was heavily pregnant at this point)…but it smelt good and it felt good; firm, yet luxuriously soft on my shoulder. It also had cute compartments for my keys, purse and phone; all the…
