This morning. Without warning. I started talking and I got choked up.
For no reason?
No. For reason.
The reason?
Miss 5. No, she didn't do anything. But this evening she graduated. Kinder graduation. And this morning I was talking to Miss 6 about the upcoming evening and found myself choking up. Just. Like. That.
Fast forward to this evening.
Miss 5 had on a little graduation gown (over her sling), as did all her little classmates.
But here's the thing. Miss 5 was a "leader". She was one of two children in her kinder class chosen to stand at the front and do the actions so that everyone could follow her. Only now she had only one arm, so essentially could only do half the actions as one side just didn't work.
But do you know what? She stood up there, at the front of her entire class, and danced and sang her little heart out, even with only one arm working.
And I kid you not, I don't think it is possible for a parent to be more proud than I was at that very point in time.
When the graduation certificates were presented Miss 5 was presented last. She wasn't impatient (unlike her mum) and sat quietly just waiting until her name was called.
With each child that came up, the educator said a few words about said child.
When Miss 5 came up the first thing that was said was that she deserved a round of applause because even though she had an arm injury she still wanted to do the concert.
When the words were spoken about my darling girl I felt as though my heart could just burst.
"[Miss 5] is determined and strong-willed. She persists to learn and excels in her work. She is a leader and she is always there to help and guide her peers and friends."
Proud doesn't even scratch the surface.
Well done baby girl. You're going to love school xx
Thursday 4 December 2014
Tuesday 2 December 2014
I want to go to the moon
An insight into my world. The trip home from the hospital yesterday and
the conversation with Miss 5 went something like this:
“Mum, can we go to the moon?”
“No baby, we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s too far.”
“How far is it?”
“A long way.”
Pause.
“I want to go to the moon.”
“We can’t just go to the moon baby. Unless
you are an astronaut.”
“I want to be an astronaut. Then I’ll go to
the moon.”
“Ok baby.”
“Mum?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to come with me.”
“Where?”
“To the moon.”
“Baby I can’t go to the moon.”
“Yes you can, come with me when I’m an
astronaut.”
“Baby, astronauts can’t just bring a friend
along with them when they go to the moon.”
“But you are not a friend, you’re my mum.”
*face palm*
“Ok, so do you think astronauts are all
allowed to bring their mums along?”
“Yes!”
“Is that in case they get scared?”
“Yep.”
“Ok then. So do I have to do any astronaut
training?”
“Nope.”
“Are you sure?”
“Actually, yes, you do.”
“When am I going to do that baby? I work
and the rest of the time I spend with you guys.”
“You can work during the day and do
astronaut study at night.”
“Oh can I really? That’s great, thanks for
that. And so when I’m done we can go to the moon together?”
“Yep.”
“You’ve got it all worked out!”
*cheesy grin from Miss 5*
So it appears I may be an astronaut when I
grow up. I’ll wave at you from the moon.
Monday 1 December 2014
Confucius say
that if you make guacamole without the lemon juice, your child will trip and land on the tip of her elbow necessitating a mad rush to the hospital with three children in tow because you, as said child's mother, just know that it is broken. And that you have absolutely no hope of tasting that guacamole.
I'm warning you now, this is going to be a long one.
So that was last Wednesday. My darling Miss 5 has two lovely breaks in the elbow, and today we were to return to the hospital for review and to find out whether or not the insertion of a steel pin was required. Yes. It was a bit serious.
So the day started rather well. That is me being sarcastic. The day started last night as I slept barely a wink, consumed by what might actually occur today, worried for my baby, and also hot as hell because my room has no cooling and it was still 27 degrees at midnight.
So I was up, even at the hideously early time Miss 6 awoke (to do a drawing of course), and as such was able to leisurely stroll to the kitchen to pop the kettle on and make myself a coffee.
I have never met a child so averse to underpants as Master 4. He would go everywhere naked if he could. With braveheart charge sound effects to accompany him. A bundle of energy. If they could harness it there would no longer be a need for the use of any fossil fuels and the world's environmental state would be a lot brighter. Check that out scientists, get your lab coats on and start doing some research into that.
After eventually convincing Master 4 that underpants were not the work of the devil he decided that all other clothes were unsuitable.
"Fine. You can go to school naked."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Sigh. Moving on.
Miss 6 was just about jumping out of her skin as the school swimming program started today. So of course she was bouncing all over the place commentating her every thought with exuberant outbursts of sheer jubilation.
Surprisingly we managed to have everyone dressed, AND shoes and socks on (that last part is usually the most part of the getting dressed process), well in time to leave.
Master 4 to school, done.
Miss 6 to her little friend's house whose darling mummy agreed to take her to school with her little one, done.
And off we went. Headed to the hospital. Armed with the information that we may just need surgery.
Now anyone that knows anything about surgical procedures knows that you cannot eat prior to one. So Miss 5 had not had breakfast. Nor anything at all to eat. Keep that in mind.
We were driving down the Western Ring Road in peak hour traffic. I had allowed ample time to get to the hospital. So ample that we were there an hour early. Still, better to be early than late. So we went for a little drive and had a look around. And returned to the hospital so we were only 35 minutes early. Much better.
So we sat. And waited. And then I heard what I had been dreading hearing, and what I knew was bound to come.
"I'm hungry."
Oh dear baby girl I bet you are.
"Not long now sweetie."
Oh how wrong I was. How very very wrong.
To cut a long story short we eventually got in to see the doctor, who explained that the type of break Miss 5 had sustained was one that very often failed to heal (yay. Not.). That is why there was the question of the pin.
First stop was the plaster room, where the backslab was removed and a full plaster was put on. In Miss 5's choice of colour. I'll let you guess what she chose.
Yep. Pink.
So off to x-ray we then went. What we didn't count on was the fact that we were in attendance at a fracture clinic. With a bazillion other people. All of whom required x-rays.
So we waited. Time ticked on. We struck up some conversation with others who had similar shaped casts. Amazing the ways in which people break bones. Trampolines featured quite heavily. Being dropped by a sibling was another. Being jumped on by a sibling yet another. Seems the siblings have a lot to answer for.
They called us through. And guided us to the x-ray room. And then it happened. The x-ray technician asked Miss 5 if she would be ok or if she wanted me to come in too.
She said she would be ok. And then they took my baby, and closed the door.
I will put this into context for you. Miss 5 has broken her left leg, her right arm, and now her left arm. For every x-ray to this day she has wanted me there. Even the one on Wednesday night where I had the two others with me, and had to leave them, alone, in the waiting area for one entire minute while they performed the x-rays, and on the second x-ray as I heard a scream and begged to be let out (they locked the door!!!!) I saw them and we bribed them with stickers to be good, which they were, and when we returned to the outside world Master 4 was starfished on the ground staring at the ceiling. They got stickers. But still, even then, knowing that the kids were out there, Miss 5 wanted me in with her.
Not. Today.
*Sniff*
But I digress.
After x-ray, back to doctor, who ummed and ahhhed for an age before seeking a second opinion from his boss. Their joint opinion was that surgery was not required at this point but they would re x-ray in two weeks and if there had been any movement whatsoever it would be pinned.
Perfect.
So straight to the cafeteria we went, where Miss 5 demolished half a container of fruit salad and a Frozen drink. Not frozen. Frozen. Anna. Elsa. Olaf. Frozen. Cos of course they make drinks.
On the way home Miss 5 decided she wanted some more fruit and vegies, so who was I to argue. So off we went. And then back home.
And do you know what? The day sort of flew but sort of didn't. It was after 12 when we got home from our 9.15 appointment but I was quite exhausted.
And then I saw the back yard. Well, not the back yard specifically, the back fence. Or rather lack thereof. My darling omnivore puppy had attempted, semi successfully, to gain access to the maltese terrier in the yard behind us. Put into perspective, my "puppy" is a 26kg staghound/kelpie cross. Not the most suitable playmate for a maltese terrier.
So we went to Bunnings. And I bought some wood stuff. And some nails. And then I asked the man if these nail things would work with that wood stuff if I nailed it to a fence. Cos I have hammer. I don't think I could have sounded more stupid if I tried. But he understood me, and said it would work, so I asked him where the watering cans were to take the focus off. So I have a new watering can now.
We got home and Miss 5 plonked with some newly purchased berries ($5 for a punnet of blueberries is highway robbery!!!) and the TV while I moseyed on outside with some wood and a pocketful of nails, and armed with a hammer.
I had actually been semi clever in that I had measured the area I needed to cover, so at least I knew I was ok there. But as for actually doing anything like this before, well, I haven't.
So the first nail fell. The second nail fell. The third nail I squeaked with joy when I actually hit it in, then realised the wood was in the wrong spot so had to work out how to move it, which I did, but wasn't too impressed with.
Nailing/hammering/positioning of wood, all good. Before long I had effectively begun repairing the fence. Un. Real. Then I hit my thumb with the hammer. That didn't tickle.
And then I had to do the nails that were lower down. And my darling dog decided it was time to bond with me. She pushed her head against my face, licked my glasses, which I had inadvertently omitted to remove upon returning home, leant up against me, wove underneath my arms and generally tried to be as close to me, and at times the nails, as she could.
But I did it. I fixed the fence. For now anyway.
In between all the events of the day I put on a pork roast because I wanted pork roast because I saw one yesterday and holy moly I wanted it.
I made the apple sauce from scratch in my new Thermomix (Yes, I have a Thermomix!!! And that in itself is an entire other post, but will happen eventually), and so we all sat down together to eat dinner.
"When I'm a grown up you'll be dead."
Cool. Brilliant dinner conversation.
"No I won't"
"You might be"
Ugh. Yes. I might.
"How did we come out? You know, when we were born?"
Good. Lord. Hasn't the day been difficult enough?
Topic. Change. And food eaten.
And once we had finished eating I used the leftover vegies to blitz up into a vegetable soup.
I actually had a point when I started this post. I have no idea what it was.
Oh yes. By the time we got back from the hospital on Wednesday the bowl of guacamole was black. So the lemon (to which I am allergic) obviously does something. In case you wondered.
I have a slight headache. And the desire to become a member of a wine club. Or solicit donations of wine. Purely for medicinal purposes of course.
Wonder what tomorrow will bring…...
I'm warning you now, this is going to be a long one.
So that was last Wednesday. My darling Miss 5 has two lovely breaks in the elbow, and today we were to return to the hospital for review and to find out whether or not the insertion of a steel pin was required. Yes. It was a bit serious.
So the day started rather well. That is me being sarcastic. The day started last night as I slept barely a wink, consumed by what might actually occur today, worried for my baby, and also hot as hell because my room has no cooling and it was still 27 degrees at midnight.
So I was up, even at the hideously early time Miss 6 awoke (to do a drawing of course), and as such was able to leisurely stroll to the kitchen to pop the kettle on and make myself a coffee.
I have never met a child so averse to underpants as Master 4. He would go everywhere naked if he could. With braveheart charge sound effects to accompany him. A bundle of energy. If they could harness it there would no longer be a need for the use of any fossil fuels and the world's environmental state would be a lot brighter. Check that out scientists, get your lab coats on and start doing some research into that.
After eventually convincing Master 4 that underpants were not the work of the devil he decided that all other clothes were unsuitable.
"Fine. You can go to school naked."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Sigh. Moving on.
Miss 6 was just about jumping out of her skin as the school swimming program started today. So of course she was bouncing all over the place commentating her every thought with exuberant outbursts of sheer jubilation.
Surprisingly we managed to have everyone dressed, AND shoes and socks on (that last part is usually the most part of the getting dressed process), well in time to leave.
Master 4 to school, done.
Miss 6 to her little friend's house whose darling mummy agreed to take her to school with her little one, done.
And off we went. Headed to the hospital. Armed with the information that we may just need surgery.
Now anyone that knows anything about surgical procedures knows that you cannot eat prior to one. So Miss 5 had not had breakfast. Nor anything at all to eat. Keep that in mind.
We were driving down the Western Ring Road in peak hour traffic. I had allowed ample time to get to the hospital. So ample that we were there an hour early. Still, better to be early than late. So we went for a little drive and had a look around. And returned to the hospital so we were only 35 minutes early. Much better.
So we sat. And waited. And then I heard what I had been dreading hearing, and what I knew was bound to come.
"I'm hungry."
Oh dear baby girl I bet you are.
"Not long now sweetie."
Oh how wrong I was. How very very wrong.
To cut a long story short we eventually got in to see the doctor, who explained that the type of break Miss 5 had sustained was one that very often failed to heal (yay. Not.). That is why there was the question of the pin.
First stop was the plaster room, where the backslab was removed and a full plaster was put on. In Miss 5's choice of colour. I'll let you guess what she chose.
Yep. Pink.
So off to x-ray we then went. What we didn't count on was the fact that we were in attendance at a fracture clinic. With a bazillion other people. All of whom required x-rays.
So we waited. Time ticked on. We struck up some conversation with others who had similar shaped casts. Amazing the ways in which people break bones. Trampolines featured quite heavily. Being dropped by a sibling was another. Being jumped on by a sibling yet another. Seems the siblings have a lot to answer for.
They called us through. And guided us to the x-ray room. And then it happened. The x-ray technician asked Miss 5 if she would be ok or if she wanted me to come in too.
She said she would be ok. And then they took my baby, and closed the door.
I will put this into context for you. Miss 5 has broken her left leg, her right arm, and now her left arm. For every x-ray to this day she has wanted me there. Even the one on Wednesday night where I had the two others with me, and had to leave them, alone, in the waiting area for one entire minute while they performed the x-rays, and on the second x-ray as I heard a scream and begged to be let out (they locked the door!!!!) I saw them and we bribed them with stickers to be good, which they were, and when we returned to the outside world Master 4 was starfished on the ground staring at the ceiling. They got stickers. But still, even then, knowing that the kids were out there, Miss 5 wanted me in with her.
Not. Today.
*Sniff*
But I digress.
After x-ray, back to doctor, who ummed and ahhhed for an age before seeking a second opinion from his boss. Their joint opinion was that surgery was not required at this point but they would re x-ray in two weeks and if there had been any movement whatsoever it would be pinned.
Perfect.
So straight to the cafeteria we went, where Miss 5 demolished half a container of fruit salad and a Frozen drink. Not frozen. Frozen. Anna. Elsa. Olaf. Frozen. Cos of course they make drinks.
On the way home Miss 5 decided she wanted some more fruit and vegies, so who was I to argue. So off we went. And then back home.
And do you know what? The day sort of flew but sort of didn't. It was after 12 when we got home from our 9.15 appointment but I was quite exhausted.
And then I saw the back yard. Well, not the back yard specifically, the back fence. Or rather lack thereof. My darling omnivore puppy had attempted, semi successfully, to gain access to the maltese terrier in the yard behind us. Put into perspective, my "puppy" is a 26kg staghound/kelpie cross. Not the most suitable playmate for a maltese terrier.
So we went to Bunnings. And I bought some wood stuff. And some nails. And then I asked the man if these nail things would work with that wood stuff if I nailed it to a fence. Cos I have hammer. I don't think I could have sounded more stupid if I tried. But he understood me, and said it would work, so I asked him where the watering cans were to take the focus off. So I have a new watering can now.
We got home and Miss 5 plonked with some newly purchased berries ($5 for a punnet of blueberries is highway robbery!!!) and the TV while I moseyed on outside with some wood and a pocketful of nails, and armed with a hammer.
I had actually been semi clever in that I had measured the area I needed to cover, so at least I knew I was ok there. But as for actually doing anything like this before, well, I haven't.
So the first nail fell. The second nail fell. The third nail I squeaked with joy when I actually hit it in, then realised the wood was in the wrong spot so had to work out how to move it, which I did, but wasn't too impressed with.
Nailing/hammering/positioning of wood, all good. Before long I had effectively begun repairing the fence. Un. Real. Then I hit my thumb with the hammer. That didn't tickle.
And then I had to do the nails that were lower down. And my darling dog decided it was time to bond with me. She pushed her head against my face, licked my glasses, which I had inadvertently omitted to remove upon returning home, leant up against me, wove underneath my arms and generally tried to be as close to me, and at times the nails, as she could.
But I did it. I fixed the fence. For now anyway.
In between all the events of the day I put on a pork roast because I wanted pork roast because I saw one yesterday and holy moly I wanted it.
I made the apple sauce from scratch in my new Thermomix (Yes, I have a Thermomix!!! And that in itself is an entire other post, but will happen eventually), and so we all sat down together to eat dinner.
"When I'm a grown up you'll be dead."
Cool. Brilliant dinner conversation.
"No I won't"
"You might be"
Ugh. Yes. I might.
"How did we come out? You know, when we were born?"
Good. Lord. Hasn't the day been difficult enough?
Topic. Change. And food eaten.
And once we had finished eating I used the leftover vegies to blitz up into a vegetable soup.
I actually had a point when I started this post. I have no idea what it was.
Oh yes. By the time we got back from the hospital on Wednesday the bowl of guacamole was black. So the lemon (to which I am allergic) obviously does something. In case you wondered.
I have a slight headache. And the desire to become a member of a wine club. Or solicit donations of wine. Purely for medicinal purposes of course.
Wonder what tomorrow will bring…...
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