Saturday, October 16, 2010

Poor Bob

Saturday 16th October, Bobs first vist to the Hospital as a patient since he was born. On Thursday he had to have a blood test to see what allergies he has that is causing his nasty rashes, well this maybe an easy exercise for an adult or a bit older child but for a 17 month old its very traumatic to say the least. They put an anesthetic patch on his inner elbow so he wouldnt feel the needle, that was bad enough getting that on. We returned in an hour and had to wait for both nurses to be free, he threw an absolute tantrum in the waiting room because he wasnt allowed to open the doors and drawers and frankly he just didnt want to be there, I ended up ringing his Dad to come down as he only works down the road. By that time Bob was hysterical then we had to go into the room and pull the patch off his arm to take a blood sample. It appears he is also allergic to the numbing patch but anyway it takes three of us to hold him down and one nurse to get the sample. He was so traumatised I had to take him straight home and he just couldnt stop sobbing all the way home. That night he kept on waking up screaming, apparantly having nightmares about the whole nasty event.

Friday night was much the same, woke at 2am crying but I just left him and he went back to sleep, woke again at 4am hysterical, nothing would console him not even a bottle of milk. I had to take him into the lounge and lay on the floor with him just to calm him down. He had a small amount of milk then stood up and walked to the door that leads to his bedroom so I took him back to his room and put him back into his cot where he preceded to scream his head off. I ended up just walking out and he soon settled.
5am he was screaming again so I went in and he was again hysterical, I carried him into the lounge and told him he could stop crying because it was morning now and he didnt have to go back to bed. Then he started screaming and flicking his head in pain like someone was stabbing sharp needles through his ears. He was throwing himself all over the place in pain and my worst fear was he would crack his head open on the floor or the toy box. I called out to Stephen to take a look and we decided to go to the hospital.
I rang Nanny to come and sit with Baby Esther. Stephen rang the hospital to say we were coming out and they asked him had he tried contacting his regular GP. Well who can see there regular GP at the best of times let alone at 5am. That comment just takes the cake!
Nanny arrives and we head out to the hospital, Bob is strangely quiet but looking out the window. We see a ute pulled up in the middle of the road and a Police car behind it and a large black labrador dog in front on the road with blood on its back hip. Somebody ring the dog an ambulance for gods sake.

We arrive at the hospital at 7am and wait around an hour before being seen by a Dr. of course Bob wouldnt cooperate with anyone but it appears he has an ear infection which was what I suspected. He may have had it a couple of days but I thought he was having nightmares from the blood test two days earlier. Am I a bad mother? Well how are you meant to know these things when they cant talk yet, I suspect the poor Labrador was having the same trouble comunicating this morning telling them where it hurt and where he came from. I hope he was ok. he was sitting up but he wasnt moving much.

Anyway we came back home with free medicine, you gotta love that. But Bob just wanted his Nanny so he went off home with her. Maybe I am a bad mother but he wanted her more and who am I to argue..... hope your better soon baby Bob.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A Whole Week

Well nearly a whole week has gone by since my last blog, what can I say other than Im a busy lady with nothing much going on to write about. We did just have a long weekend and I had planned on doing some gardening amongst other things but alas the three days flew past and I really got nothing done other than the usual tasks like washing etc. I did get to spend one afternoon with Sara though or Crafternoon as she named it. I didnt do anything other than supply the venue and the dinner though. Bob thought it was great having someone over who thinks he is pretty cute, he enjoys the whole attention thing but then who wouldnt. Esther on the other hand dosnt real know that someone has come to visit her and is still only interested in milk and being held. Well Im sorry Princess but there's more to life than those two things, wait until mummy shows you SHOPPING.

Although I didnt do much on the weekend, Stephen did cut the lawns and whipper snipper the edges so that all looks nice, my front garden does look very pretty though even if on close inspection its full of weeds. Its a lovely spring garden that is filled with brightly coloured freisa's, tulips, iris's and renaculi's and sundry other little flowering things, it really is looking very lovely and it does it all on its own, spring and nature are amazing things. I really should go out this weekend and have a tidy up out there though, it would make me feel better even though it still looks stunning with the weeds. I also need to prune the little hedge, sadly its been very neglected during both my pregnancies and now I feel rather sorry for it because it should be nice and straight and pruned regularly instead its just lots of little bushes in the lawn and no pruning has been done since a stray goat munched away at it a couple of years ago.
The hedges out the back look a lot better but are surounded by many many weeds so maybe I should make a start there, yesterday I cleaned the family room windows, its amazing how something so simple can make it look like you just finished renovating your house. Even the grass looks greener but unfortunatly so do the weeds so perhaps thats the best place to start. Trouble sooner I make a start and someone starts crying for attention.

The sun is shining this morning so after lunch would be a perfect time to make a start outside but I have organised to pick up Kelsey for some quality time, she is bringing her quilt and we may do some of that or ........maybe not. I guess its a crafternoon so to speak only I still wont be doing anything, my quilt is at a standstill, lack of motivation gets in my way all the time, I guess Im just stalling because I have no idea what Im doing and after I have cooked the dinner and bathed Bob and washed and steralised all the bottles and then done the dishes by the time I sit down I only have time to dig myself a hole and then fill it in, there is no time to do hand sewing in between. I must confess I did make another bib for Esther on Sunday even though I said I wouldnt start any new projects until I finished an old one, I like the bib but its got some pretty bad sewing, well not bad sewing but the bias binding wasnt really wide enough so it hasnt really caught the edges enough to be totally secure for the rigours of babyhood so I will have to come up with another plan there. The red fabric with the cutlery print does look extra special on a bib though and they do soak up the Esther overflow very well. I also made a couple of little Blankies for Bob I thought it might stop him from stealing the washing of the clothes line but apparantly that is a lot more fun than holding a blanket your allowed to have.

Friday, October 1, 2010

I Worry!

I worry about my niece who is obsessed by her own creativness, not that she is creative but more so that when she isnt she goes into melt down, I remember being being exactly the same, I always had to have a special project on the go, sometimes even two, now Im just happy to have a thought about one. Just something to scratch the itch, to take my mind of the fact that TV is boring, I dont even care if its knitting a blanket, of course Im more excited when I have created something new or improved on something old but seriously even darning socks is interesting now. Well maybe thats not so true but at least I have a needle in my hand and my brain is occupied

Now I love to share a skill with someone else, does that mean Im old now? A couple of years ago I taught an auntie how to knit a knee rug, this apparantly made me "the Guru" but it was wonderfull reading her emails about where she had bought wool on sale, what colour it was and how cheap it was or how nice it was, then that would be followed by photos of what she had made. I had created a monster but it was GREAT! Knowing I had inspired someone to have a passion for something as much as I would myself. Then someone showed her how to crochet and now she also crochet's knee rugs then she taught another cousin how to do that so now she is their "Guru"
Craft and inspiration and the willingness to share ones skill is really a special gift, not necesarily something you use all the time but a gift you always have for life and I love sharing mine. I cant wait to share it with Bob and Esther, I want to be a Mummy that has time to show my kids these things, Im an older mum so I need to share with them all these skills that they can use when they are older, it will be my gift for them to share with their kids. Yes I know its rantings fron the crazy lady but even if they arnt interested its something they will always have.
I remember my Mum teaching me to sew, I sat on the lounge and sewed a piece of fabric, I dont remember what I was sewing, I think I was just practicing stitching and I accidently sewed it to my trouser leg. Now I wasnt about to ruin my sewing so I got the scissors and very carefully cut my trousers where my sewing was attached then proudly displayed to my mother what I had done. I dont remember her yelling at me....she probably did but I had just done in my mind the Da Vinci of all sewing and I wasnt going to let a pair of trousers get in the way of art. Then there was the highs and lows of knitting,I was knitting my first piece and I had of course dropped the odd stitch as you do and my little sister sat in the corner behind a chair and unpulled it, I was absolutly devestated that she could do that, it took me so long to do and she seemed to be proud of herself for helping me out because it had dropped stitches. Well I knit and sew and she does nothing, she is as useless at craft now as she was all those years ago hiding in the corner with someone elses knitting. She didnt get the gift

I Worry!