The surgeons visit went well. Well if you ignore the fact that I called a few hours before our appointment to confirm my time, and the location of his office. I picked up Ethan early from daycare, and drove to Frankston. Arrived at the office to find Ethan had fallen asleep. Found a shady carpark, set up the pram, transfered Ethan into it, got into the office... only to be told his offices are not here today, he's at the hospital! and... "they should have told you that" Grrrr. Started to put Ethan back in the car, and was thinking about how hard it was going to be to get a carpark at the hospital, and decided to put him back in the pram and just walk there... despite the heat. So, once we finally made it it all went well. He actually slept through the majority of the poking and prodding. It will be done under general anasthetic, but will be day surgery. The surgeon told me he does about 10 of these a week! That's a lot of kids huh. It won't be done for a few weeks, but it's not urgent so that's fine. I'll let you all know when he does go in. One think I did want to record (which he will hate me doing when he's older) is that when he was born he had 'fluid in his scrotum'. Not sure if that means blood, or just fluid? But we were told it was because a muscle at the top of his scrotum wasn't closed, and they would keep an eye on it and it should fix itself. At each health centre appointment I asked about it, and was eventually told it was fine now. But... I now find out it wasn't actually fine. As Mr S (surgeon) put it, "it didn't get better, it got bigger and now his bowel fits through it". It's not something anyone could have done anything about anyway, except surgery. It's a fault, a weakness, in the muscle that he was born with.
I've been putting the boys to bed earlier, as I have mentioned, but Liam is not tired. He'll stay in his room and read books, sometimes I find the room a little moved around, but I figure it's one of those times when you pick your battles. I can't make him feel tired, or want to go to bed, and he stays in his room quietly. He doesn't wake up Ethan, and no one else would even know he's awake and he's not making a huge mess so why fuss. Anyway, last night I put him to bed, and came up to the study to do some work. About an hour later he appeared at my side and told me he needed the vacuum. I did wonder what huge mess he'd been making if he needed that, and went to investigate. Only to find his room spotless, everything put away, but there were some little bits and pieces (paper, small pieces of playdough etc) on the floor, and he needed to clean them up so the house fairy would come. Had to giggle. Gave him the broom instead, so he didn't wake Ethan ;) How could the house fairy not visit after that huh. (that also lead to an early and excited morning wakeup call!)
Ethan also said two new words yesterday. Shovel (shubel) and Leslie (Eslie) He has lots of words in his vocab now, and many sentences too.
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Saturday, February 17, 2007
Monday, February 05, 2007
Two years ago today...
I know I need to update. It's been an insane few days and so much has happened, but today it's all about the little bug, and I want to get it down... while it's still the fifth.
So, two years ago today, I woke at 10am! Wow, sleep in! Rolled out of bed and headed to the shower. On my way there felt an unusual 'trickle' (I know some of you will know what I mean!) Was VERY surprised by the 'trickle', hand never experienced a 'trickle' before. Stood there for a few seconds, with what I'm sure was a puzzled look on my face before it hit me! Maybe my waters had broken? Surely not. I wasn't due for another 9 days, and NO ONE in either of our families had ever had an early baby. Liam was over a week late, and I was positive this baby wouldn't be comming out for at least another 3 weeks. I wandered around the house for the next hour or so, with Brett constanly asking me "so? Are you in labour?" and me constantly saying "I don't know" LOL. After a while I called the hospital. They helped me decide that I probably was in labour, something I'm sure I did actually know, but was a bit too shocked to actually accept! Mum and Dad had organised a family BBQ for everyone to catch up before I had the bub, and I called her and asked her to come get Liam instead. She was just as surprised to find our bub was making his move early. More talking to the midwives, more chages of plans, and more phonecalls to mums, we decided to pack the bags into the car, and go to mums. When I started to get contractions we'd leave. Half way there I started getting contractions. Good ones, and three minutes appart. As we were heading in the opposite direction to the hospital, we decided to drop Liam and run. Driving down the freeway I kept telling Brett to drive faster, terrified that I'd have the baby on the side of the road... but in my usual style we arrived at hospital, and again, everything stopped. It was around 1.00pm This happened with Liam and they told me to go relax and it would all happen again. With Liam they were able to break my waters to get it all going again. This time, that had already happened. By 3.00 we were all getting impatient, and bored of walking around the hospital. Walking for me was just plain horrid anyway, as remember... I had a separated pelvis. Anyways, by around 4.00pm I had started to feel a few very light contractions. Around 5.00 my gorgeous midwife Kim decided to go have her dinner break so she'd be right to be with us for the rest of the night. She went, and I don't know how long it was before she returned, but I was well and truely in labour! Brett and her were guessing how much longer I had to go, and the bets were on that our baby would arrive between 7-8pm. I could do that. It wasn't too much longer. After another hour or so - around 6pm, she checked me and I still remember the look on her face. She said nothing and walked away for a moment. Asked some questions, then told me that I still had HOURS to go and that he was posterior. This baby wasn't comming until tomorrow! I just burst into tears. I couldn't do that! Not for the whole night and then some. Around 8pm I got into the bath, and then, the same as with Liam, it really hit me. I just couldn't get comfortable and had to get out. I remember at this stage the second midwife comming in, setting up the humidicrib, and the heater for the towels and asking Brett for the babies clothes to put in the warmer. I remember my heart racing! I sure didn't want to be sitting here doing this any longer than I had to be, but on the other hand, I wasn't ready for THAT! From here on in I remember very little. Just that I couln't get comfortable and the thought of drugs did enter my mind, but I knew I could go a little more first. And then the good bit. He was out. (OK so there is more I do remember in there, but not sure you really want to know it). It's was 11.04pm on Saturday 5th February 2005. He was here. Finally here. When Liam was born was excited, and happy, but just didn't feel like he was mine. For that reason we decided to find out that we were having a little boy and we named him and called him by that name (although no one else knew what it was). When I first held him in my arms I just felt like he'd come home. He was finally here. He was the sweetest little thing. He had a good set of lungs, and quite a lot of black hair. He was smaller than Liam, 6lb 15oz, and 50cm. Of course Brett had the camera out and was taking photos like crazy, but he was so shakey, everyone of them blurred. It's still to this day something that makes us both laugh - I took the camera from him, and took a few beautiful pics of him and Ethan together. Perfectly clear ;)
It was late, he was exhausted, and mum was at home with Liam. Brett had called both sets of parents, and so he took off too. It was 2am by the time I'd eaten, showered, and got up to my room. Do you remember that feeling of walking through the hospital for the first time with your baby in your arms? You feel so proud. Like the luckiest person in the world. I so clearly remember that feeling. I hope I always do. Two years on, he drives me a little crazy. Keeps me very busy. I can't take my eyes off him for a second without him getting into something. He makes me laugh, cry, shout and just roll my eyes. But I still feel like the luckiest person in the world. I love him to pieces. I think he has completed our family. He's very spesh. He's very loved. He's ours :) He's our Ethan Thomas.
We were supposed to have his birthday party yesterday, but I got sick, so we had to cancel it. Mum asked for the boys, so Brett took them over, and they had a little mini party with my brother, Sharnie and Will, and Sam, David and Aidan. I finished off his cake today, and Nanna and Poppy (Brett's parents) came over after dinner to give him his presents and sing happy birthday. I felt so bad cancelling his party, but I just couldn't do it.
I'll add some photos tomorrow. Right now I need to get to bed. I need to slow down a bit, and get some rest.
So, two years ago today, I woke at 10am! Wow, sleep in! Rolled out of bed and headed to the shower. On my way there felt an unusual 'trickle' (I know some of you will know what I mean!) Was VERY surprised by the 'trickle', hand never experienced a 'trickle' before. Stood there for a few seconds, with what I'm sure was a puzzled look on my face before it hit me! Maybe my waters had broken? Surely not. I wasn't due for another 9 days, and NO ONE in either of our families had ever had an early baby. Liam was over a week late, and I was positive this baby wouldn't be comming out for at least another 3 weeks. I wandered around the house for the next hour or so, with Brett constanly asking me "so? Are you in labour?" and me constantly saying "I don't know" LOL. After a while I called the hospital. They helped me decide that I probably was in labour, something I'm sure I did actually know, but was a bit too shocked to actually accept! Mum and Dad had organised a family BBQ for everyone to catch up before I had the bub, and I called her and asked her to come get Liam instead. She was just as surprised to find our bub was making his move early. More talking to the midwives, more chages of plans, and more phonecalls to mums, we decided to pack the bags into the car, and go to mums. When I started to get contractions we'd leave. Half way there I started getting contractions. Good ones, and three minutes appart. As we were heading in the opposite direction to the hospital, we decided to drop Liam and run. Driving down the freeway I kept telling Brett to drive faster, terrified that I'd have the baby on the side of the road... but in my usual style we arrived at hospital, and again, everything stopped. It was around 1.00pm This happened with Liam and they told me to go relax and it would all happen again. With Liam they were able to break my waters to get it all going again. This time, that had already happened. By 3.00 we were all getting impatient, and bored of walking around the hospital. Walking for me was just plain horrid anyway, as remember... I had a separated pelvis. Anyways, by around 4.00pm I had started to feel a few very light contractions. Around 5.00 my gorgeous midwife Kim decided to go have her dinner break so she'd be right to be with us for the rest of the night. She went, and I don't know how long it was before she returned, but I was well and truely in labour! Brett and her were guessing how much longer I had to go, and the bets were on that our baby would arrive between 7-8pm. I could do that. It wasn't too much longer. After another hour or so - around 6pm, she checked me and I still remember the look on her face. She said nothing and walked away for a moment. Asked some questions, then told me that I still had HOURS to go and that he was posterior. This baby wasn't comming until tomorrow! I just burst into tears. I couldn't do that! Not for the whole night and then some. Around 8pm I got into the bath, and then, the same as with Liam, it really hit me. I just couldn't get comfortable and had to get out. I remember at this stage the second midwife comming in, setting up the humidicrib, and the heater for the towels and asking Brett for the babies clothes to put in the warmer. I remember my heart racing! I sure didn't want to be sitting here doing this any longer than I had to be, but on the other hand, I wasn't ready for THAT! From here on in I remember very little. Just that I couln't get comfortable and the thought of drugs did enter my mind, but I knew I could go a little more first. And then the good bit. He was out. (OK so there is more I do remember in there, but not sure you really want to know it). It's was 11.04pm on Saturday 5th February 2005. He was here. Finally here. When Liam was born was excited, and happy, but just didn't feel like he was mine. For that reason we decided to find out that we were having a little boy and we named him and called him by that name (although no one else knew what it was). When I first held him in my arms I just felt like he'd come home. He was finally here. He was the sweetest little thing. He had a good set of lungs, and quite a lot of black hair. He was smaller than Liam, 6lb 15oz, and 50cm. Of course Brett had the camera out and was taking photos like crazy, but he was so shakey, everyone of them blurred. It's still to this day something that makes us both laugh - I took the camera from him, and took a few beautiful pics of him and Ethan together. Perfectly clear ;)
It was late, he was exhausted, and mum was at home with Liam. Brett had called both sets of parents, and so he took off too. It was 2am by the time I'd eaten, showered, and got up to my room. Do you remember that feeling of walking through the hospital for the first time with your baby in your arms? You feel so proud. Like the luckiest person in the world. I so clearly remember that feeling. I hope I always do. Two years on, he drives me a little crazy. Keeps me very busy. I can't take my eyes off him for a second without him getting into something. He makes me laugh, cry, shout and just roll my eyes. But I still feel like the luckiest person in the world. I love him to pieces. I think he has completed our family. He's very spesh. He's very loved. He's ours :) He's our Ethan Thomas.
We were supposed to have his birthday party yesterday, but I got sick, so we had to cancel it. Mum asked for the boys, so Brett took them over, and they had a little mini party with my brother, Sharnie and Will, and Sam, David and Aidan. I finished off his cake today, and Nanna and Poppy (Brett's parents) came over after dinner to give him his presents and sing happy birthday. I felt so bad cancelling his party, but I just couldn't do it.
I'll add some photos tomorrow. Right now I need to get to bed. I need to slow down a bit, and get some rest.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Ethan [for the records]
Quick one tonight - I know... I don't do quick very well.
I'm really tired today. Had lots of activities planned to do with the kids but no energy to actually do them. We raced off to the doctors early this morning. It's a huge effort for me to be out of the house by 9, with kids fed, house tidy (well as good as it gets when you have two littlies running around), washing out, kids dressed, fed, teeth brushed, hair done etc... but we had a 9.10 drs appt. so we had to be. My Dr's gets really busy and if you have an afternoon appointment, you end up waiting 45 minutes longer - at least, so I waited till I could get a morning one.
Anyway... the point of the Drs visit. Ethan has a hernia in his groin. It's big too. So we are off to see a peadeatric surgeon on the 16th Feb... and the rest we will stress about then. It does need surgery though to fix it. No other option :( Prayers would be great! For Eth, the Sergeon and medical team, for it to be able to be done soon. Oh, and for us too. I'm a mess with little things, handing my baby over to someone to undergo general anasthesia and surgery... it's not good. Prayers for strengh would be great. (although we'll cross that bridge later on) Thanks :)
From Dr's we did Medicare, a little shopping, then up to the school to pay Liam's fees and swap his shorts over. Don't quite now what I was thinking getting him a size 6! Seriously... have you seen my son? Half the time he still wears size 2 shorts! And size 1 bathers LOL!!! I'm not kidding! Anyway, 4's are the smallest, so 4's we got.
Came home to put Eth down for his nap, but he decided he wasn't going to have one, so we went to the Library instead. Kind of a boring day, but got a lot of things crossed off my To Do list, so that's good.
OK, said I wasn't good at short.
I'm really tired today. Had lots of activities planned to do with the kids but no energy to actually do them. We raced off to the doctors early this morning. It's a huge effort for me to be out of the house by 9, with kids fed, house tidy (well as good as it gets when you have two littlies running around), washing out, kids dressed, fed, teeth brushed, hair done etc... but we had a 9.10 drs appt. so we had to be. My Dr's gets really busy and if you have an afternoon appointment, you end up waiting 45 minutes longer - at least, so I waited till I could get a morning one.
Anyway... the point of the Drs visit. Ethan has a hernia in his groin. It's big too. So we are off to see a peadeatric surgeon on the 16th Feb... and the rest we will stress about then. It does need surgery though to fix it. No other option :( Prayers would be great! For Eth, the Sergeon and medical team, for it to be able to be done soon. Oh, and for us too. I'm a mess with little things, handing my baby over to someone to undergo general anasthesia and surgery... it's not good. Prayers for strengh would be great. (although we'll cross that bridge later on) Thanks :)
From Dr's we did Medicare, a little shopping, then up to the school to pay Liam's fees and swap his shorts over. Don't quite now what I was thinking getting him a size 6! Seriously... have you seen my son? Half the time he still wears size 2 shorts! And size 1 bathers LOL!!! I'm not kidding! Anyway, 4's are the smallest, so 4's we got.
Came home to put Eth down for his nap, but he decided he wasn't going to have one, so we went to the Library instead. Kind of a boring day, but got a lot of things crossed off my To Do list, so that's good.
OK, said I wasn't good at short.
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