There's not much happening here right now.
Metal Man has decided he wants to leave school, much to my dismay. He is looking for work and is going to be enrolling in a TAFE course for next semester.
The 3 youngest children are all due for immunisations so I am taking them in the coming days for them. 3 kids getting needles should be so much fun *insert sarcastic sigh here*
Me - I'm getting there. I have a sore throat at the moment so I have been feeling yuck because of that. I wish so much that I could get more sleep, but the minute I put my head on the pillow, someone needs to talk to me, or someone comes to the door, or someone phones, or Cinderella decides she wants a feed! Waaaaah! I am so glad this stage doesn't go for much longer.
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
So much for that!
Of course I didn't get to have a nap yesterday.
I'm sure any Mum out there would completely understand how it is. The second you decide it is important to get some sleep - and lord knows we usually only get this way when we're at breaking point - someone decides to call, or there is a knock at the door, or someone decides to mow their lawn/use some kind of machinery or do something equally as noisy. For me, it was all of the above and then I decided that just relaxing and watching some TV was better than nothing. Thankfully Cinderella decided to give me a lovely 5 hour sleep, so I feel slightly recharged today :)
I'm sure any Mum out there would completely understand how it is. The second you decide it is important to get some sleep - and lord knows we usually only get this way when we're at breaking point - someone decides to call, or there is a knock at the door, or someone decides to mow their lawn/use some kind of machinery or do something equally as noisy. For me, it was all of the above and then I decided that just relaxing and watching some TV was better than nothing. Thankfully Cinderella decided to give me a lovely 5 hour sleep, so I feel slightly recharged today :)
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Yawn!
There is so much I want to write but my body is screaming at me to sleep!
In the last 36 hours I have had 4 hours sleep. I feel horrible, almost intoxicated. So while my 3 youngest babies are sleeping, I am going to follow suit and catch up on some much needed sleep.
G'night!
In the last 36 hours I have had 4 hours sleep. I feel horrible, almost intoxicated. So while my 3 youngest babies are sleeping, I am going to follow suit and catch up on some much needed sleep.
G'night!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Bitten! My worst fear came true.
This morning I was sitting in bed feeding Cinderella. When we had finished, I let her have a snooze on my bed while I sat and watched some TV.
The older 2 kids were walking out the door to the bus. I had my hand on my leg and I moved my hand and felt something prick me. I thought it must have been a splinter or prickle caught in my pants, so I ran my hand over and suddenly realised I had crushed something. An insect something. Actually, a spider something *shudder*
I freaked out and instinctively threw it across the room. Unfortunately I threw it in between Cinderella's cradle and change table.
My hand really hurt. It felt like I had been pricked with a large, hot needle. I got scared, especially when I looked and realised it was a white tailed spider. I remember hearing some horror stories of their venom being flesh eating and I got really upset. My hand and wrist were starting to swell. Mini Him ran out and (God bless him) tried to find our cold pack but couldn't so he grabbed a sandwich bag that had refrigerated play dough in it - it was cold so I graciously accepted it.
I got worried and called Teen Queen who told Metal Man and they both decided to come home to check on me. I also called Prince Charming and he told me to relax and remember our first aid training.
Teen Queen and Metal Man arrived and helped me relax. Metal Man decided to stay home to keep an eye on me and help me with the kids and Teen Queen caught the later bus to school.
By the afternoon the swelling had gone down and I felt fine. I am still shocked that I was bitten and I am really thankful that it was a small, barely venomous spider.
The older 2 kids were walking out the door to the bus. I had my hand on my leg and I moved my hand and felt something prick me. I thought it must have been a splinter or prickle caught in my pants, so I ran my hand over and suddenly realised I had crushed something. An insect something. Actually, a spider something *shudder*
I freaked out and instinctively threw it across the room. Unfortunately I threw it in between Cinderella's cradle and change table.
My hand really hurt. It felt like I had been pricked with a large, hot needle. I got scared, especially when I looked and realised it was a white tailed spider. I remember hearing some horror stories of their venom being flesh eating and I got really upset. My hand and wrist were starting to swell. Mini Him ran out and (God bless him) tried to find our cold pack but couldn't so he grabbed a sandwich bag that had refrigerated play dough in it - it was cold so I graciously accepted it.
I got worried and called Teen Queen who told Metal Man and they both decided to come home to check on me. I also called Prince Charming and he told me to relax and remember our first aid training.
Teen Queen and Metal Man arrived and helped me relax. Metal Man decided to stay home to keep an eye on me and help me with the kids and Teen Queen caught the later bus to school.
By the afternoon the swelling had gone down and I felt fine. I am still shocked that I was bitten and I am really thankful that it was a small, barely venomous spider.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Remembering
Tomorrow will be a month since I gave birth to my perfect little Cinderella. So many thoughts are running through my head today. I am remembering all the births of my babies. I am smiling yet my eyes and heart are filled with tears.
I think Mini Him's birth was the hardest. Physically it was fine, but mentally & emotionally it was painful.
Walking those same corridors where almost a year before I walked knowing I was going to give birth to a very tiny, still born baby. I remember thinking to myself that it must be similar to the feeling that someone on death row has when walking to the end of their life. I thought about the movie "The Green Mile" and realised I was walking my own, yet I was walking 'The Beige Mile'. Yet this time I walked the corridors in pain from contractions.
When I finally arrived at the Labour & Delivery ward, I remember being asked if I thought I should go into a labour room or an observation room. I chose delivery as I felt like Mini Him wasn't too far from being born. I prayed I wouldn't be put in Room 3 - the room that was so very quiet. The room that the very thought of still makes me cry. The room my precious little angel was born into that bright, sunny day. How I hated that the weather didn't reflect how I was feeling. Why wasn't it raining? Why wasn't the sky dark and the day miserable? Room 3, with the big windows that at the time faced out over a construction site. Room 3, the same room I was put into when Mini Him decided to have a sleepy period over the Christmas break and required me having a few hours of observation. Room 3.
I was instead put into Room 1. Room 1 had a nice big bathtub. I had a bath in that tub when I was in labour with Noah. I briefly considered asking if I could be in Room 2. Room 2 held no memories for me. Maybe Room 2 would have been easier on me.
I remember when Mini Him was crowning and how I was, for a brief moment, scared to let him come out of my body. The last time I had a baby come out of my body I was crying hysterically and there was no other sound but crying - crying from me, crying from Prince Charming and crying from the midwife.
Eventually, Mini Him did come out of my body. I reached down and grabbed him. He didn't cry. He barely moved. He'd had the cord wrapped around his throat - twice. I was told this as he was coming out and here he was, on my chest not crying. I recall asking the midwife if he was okay. My heart was breaking again. I thought he was also born an angel. My midwife exclaimed through her joy that he was perfect and just a bit shocked from the fast birth. We rubbed him over with a towel and I heard the most amazing sound I had ever heard - The beautiful cry of my new baby son. At that moment, I felt healed.
I think Mini Him's birth was the hardest. Physically it was fine, but mentally & emotionally it was painful.
Walking those same corridors where almost a year before I walked knowing I was going to give birth to a very tiny, still born baby. I remember thinking to myself that it must be similar to the feeling that someone on death row has when walking to the end of their life. I thought about the movie "The Green Mile" and realised I was walking my own, yet I was walking 'The Beige Mile'. Yet this time I walked the corridors in pain from contractions.
When I finally arrived at the Labour & Delivery ward, I remember being asked if I thought I should go into a labour room or an observation room. I chose delivery as I felt like Mini Him wasn't too far from being born. I prayed I wouldn't be put in Room 3 - the room that was so very quiet. The room that the very thought of still makes me cry. The room my precious little angel was born into that bright, sunny day. How I hated that the weather didn't reflect how I was feeling. Why wasn't it raining? Why wasn't the sky dark and the day miserable? Room 3, with the big windows that at the time faced out over a construction site. Room 3, the same room I was put into when Mini Him decided to have a sleepy period over the Christmas break and required me having a few hours of observation. Room 3.
I was instead put into Room 1. Room 1 had a nice big bathtub. I had a bath in that tub when I was in labour with Noah. I briefly considered asking if I could be in Room 2. Room 2 held no memories for me. Maybe Room 2 would have been easier on me.
I remember when Mini Him was crowning and how I was, for a brief moment, scared to let him come out of my body. The last time I had a baby come out of my body I was crying hysterically and there was no other sound but crying - crying from me, crying from Prince Charming and crying from the midwife.
Eventually, Mini Him did come out of my body. I reached down and grabbed him. He didn't cry. He barely moved. He'd had the cord wrapped around his throat - twice. I was told this as he was coming out and here he was, on my chest not crying. I recall asking the midwife if he was okay. My heart was breaking again. I thought he was also born an angel. My midwife exclaimed through her joy that he was perfect and just a bit shocked from the fast birth. We rubbed him over with a towel and I heard the most amazing sound I had ever heard - The beautiful cry of my new baby son. At that moment, I felt healed.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Happy 21st!
Happy 21st day to my sweet little Cinderella!
These past 21 days have flown by. She is changing every day and she is so very beautiful. I am massively in love with my gorgeous girl.
These past 21 days have flown by. She is changing every day and she is so very beautiful. I am massively in love with my gorgeous girl.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I love...
I seriously love those first smiles!
This morning, Cinderella was having a feed and when she was done, she just stared at me. I was talking to her and telling her how she had beautiful big blue eyes and she then gave me the biggest grin! Poor Prince Charming was brushing his teeth at the time so he missed out on seeing it. I tried to see if she would give me another one but she was all smiled out sadly.
I am excited that she may now be at the stage where we might see smiles much more often :)
This morning, Cinderella was having a feed and when she was done, she just stared at me. I was talking to her and telling her how she had beautiful big blue eyes and she then gave me the biggest grin! Poor Prince Charming was brushing his teeth at the time so he missed out on seeing it. I tried to see if she would give me another one but she was all smiled out sadly.
I am excited that she may now be at the stage where we might see smiles much more often :)
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