The MRI is done and dusted and I’m proud to report we survived. J really took it all in his stride. He was happy that morning, despite having to fast and when he discovered the toys in the day surgery waiting room he was extra-chuffed.
Here he is doing his best ‘Billy Ocean, Jump in my car’ impression, just before we got called down to imaging.
The process went really smoothly. J was scheduled to be first in, we arrived at 7am to admissions and by just after 8.10am Mr P and I were back in the lift having farewelled an unconscious J just before he was slid into the MRI chamber. My face was streaked with tears. Continue reading
Tomorrow my little man will be getting a MRI test under general anaesthetic. It was supposed to be done by now. A month ago. But the day before his appointment he came down with a nasty cough. Bronchiolitis.
The appointment was cancelled and rescheduled. Left to prep myself once again. And wait, all the while feigning a casual acceptance … but the closer it gets, the more I worry.
I search myself for the source of the worry. I think it comes down to just being plain ol’ scared. Scared of watching him get put to sleep, scared of what the test might say but most of all I’m scared of what it may not say. Because the reality is, the test may not shed any light on why Jarvis has facial palsy at all.
So why do it? Why submit J to a test that, in the words of his Neuro, would be purely academic? Continue reading
Yesterday I went for my first morning walk since I was struck down by the dreaded vomiting bug. It felt good to be moving and feeling healthy again (another thing to be grateful for).
I was waiting at the lights, with J in his pram when a fellow walker went past and beamed a smile at me while saying good morning. I smiled back and responded in kind and she said ‘good on you for getting out walking … I know that it’s hard with a young child’.
She was really genuine and lovely and it really made my day. It reminded me that a smile and a compliment really goes a long way. And it’s free. Continue reading
You know that funny, tickling feeling that runs up your spine when you’re close to something big, something potentially life changing? I had that more than once on the weekend, where I was one of more than 150 bloggers taking part in the inaugural Aussie Bloggers Conference in Sydney.
I set off on Friday morning, still feeling haggard and spent from a week spent riding the porcelain bus, but with a spring in my step. I was not only going to spend a whole weekend talking and thinking about blogging, but I’d be spending the whole weekend alone. The second time in almost 17 months. I was looking forward to revelling in the quiet contemplation that being alone brings, just as much as meeting and chatting to some fabulous bloggers. Continue reading
Well it’s been the week from hell … and I’m finally emerging out of the heat just in time to pack and get myself on a plane to Sydney tomorrow for the Aus Blog Conference.
It all started innocently enough, last Wednesday the boy was eating dinner and finalised proceedings with a monster chuck. The kind of vomiting effort that would not be out of place on Little Britain.
It was disgusting, but not entirely a rare occurance for a child. He was otherwise fine. He vomited a bit more, but we kept a close eye on him and even though he vomited again the next day he didn’t have a temperature and was eating fairly normally. We soldiered on.
By Friday, Mr P came home from work not feeling so good. He got straight into bed with the airconditioning on. It wasn’t long until I heard that familiar sound of vomit against plastic bucket. Two down. Just me and the cat standing. Continue reading
I am thrilled to announce the lucky winner of the Ergo competition is … Sarah from dearbabyg.com.
Congratulations, Sarah! From her comment it seems that her bubba ‘Baby G’ is just weeks away from making their big entrance into the world, so it seems its great timing …
Email is on its way to you Sarah … hope I get this to you in time 🙂
To everyone else who entered, thank you so much! I hope you all stick around and keep reading…
My favourite season is just kicking in. Although the days are still hot and humid in the traditional Brisbane kind of way, there is a crispness around the edges blowing in on a soft breeze … Autumn is coming.
Spring used to be my favourite season, but now Autumn with its promise of cool nights spent cosy with a hot beverage, days of jeans, cardi and a light scarf bring me the most joy.
This summer has been bizarre weather-wise, with so much rain and temperatures lower on average than we’re used to here. But still the humidity has been unrelenting and there has been quite a few days when I’ve felt sweaty and grumpy and ready for a cooler change to come.
And here it is. Slowly heralding its arrival in a cooler morning and afternoon that will soon creep its way into the days. Changes on the wind.
Ah, the promise of a new season.
How about you? What season brings you the most joy?
This post is part of the grateful blog hop over at Maxabella loves …
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