began 15 years ago today at 5am in the morning. An easy uneventful labour that resulted in a 9lb 2oz baby girl. All the drama began before we left the house. I stood on the front verandah at 1am and flat out refused to get into this old heap of rubbish car we had at the time. No way was I going to the hospital in it. So we had a bit of a fight about it until Cheryl came out and said – Stop fighting and get to the hospital. So we went in the work truck. When we got there we’d forgotten the card with all the details from the prenatal classes so darren had to go home and get it. Then I couldn’t get any pethidine as I think the nurses were too scared to wake the doctor up to ask him. They finally did at 4.30am and of course she was born half an hour later so all it really did was make me zonked out for the rest of the day. The nurses had the room all dark and relaxing and the doctor stormed in with bed hair and shoelaces undone and yelled out – will someone turn on the bloody light! Anyway Matilda was a bloody brat in hospital. Wouldn’t stop crying – almost drove us all insane. The nurses said she was hungry because she was so big and couldn’t wait for the milk to turn up. Of course the doctor had said she wasn’t allowed to have formula while she was waiting and the old sister said it was alright for him home in bed, not here with her working herself into a state. (Matilda that is was in a state, not the sister, although I’m pretty sure she just about was as well). She ended up giving her bottles of water – poor starving thing. But we survived and made it home where I only knocked her out of the bassinet once (it had funny wheels and I was pushing it and they kind of caught and over it went). But I had her tucked in tightly so she kinda stayed intact. Poor old third child – you’re much more reckless with them. When Jessie was born we were scared to put one of those little bonds suits on her as we thought we’d break her leg trying to get her into it. We had an elaborate bathing routine that involved warm rooms and fluffy towels whereas matilda’s just involved throwing her in with whoever was in the bath at the time then lying her on the bathroom floor to get dry. But she survived. Poor child, look, we couldn’t even be bothered putting her legs in the bouncer properly.
One thing that gives me a laugh August 28, 2007
is having a look at how people have arrived at this blog. What search engine term they’ve typed in. Now I don’t actually remember writing about “stinky boy armpits” but there you go – I could be wrong. And people, I’d just like to say EAT MORE FIBRE. Apparently there are quite a few people out there suffering constipation.
Now here’s a pic of matilda and one of her friends. Hmm teenage girls – sweet little things aren’t they. And they weren’t even pissed off about anything when this was taken.
Credit to rhonna farrer word art overlay, ida at catscrap butterfly thingy and michelle coleman grungy overlay.
rain rain go away August 20, 2007
I hate rainy days. You can’t say that though in these days of droughts and water restrictions. If word gets out that I hate rain the township will probably rustle up a lynch mob to deal with me. And living in a country town I can tell you that rain is a popular conversation topic. Nice drop of rain we’re having, isn’t the rain lovely, good to see some rain. That sort of thing. I just sort of go along with it. I’m not out of the closet as a sun lover. Now, my next elsie challenge. I think I’ve caught up to lee unless she’s done one today. Let me go check. Oh good – no she’s been too busy with sick kids and dodgy computers. Not to mention being a creative demon. http://blognow.com.au/lalalee
So this challenge was to make a frame, or a funky frame. So Jessie drew 2 hearts and I just copied them a few times an there you go. I know I know – it’s a bit slack but it does the job. I painted the background then scanned it in and the word art bit is from tina chambers
the man who wasn’t there August 16, 2007
My father used to say this verse to me when I was small. I’m sure he thought it was harmless but it kinda freaked me out. It often just pops into my head. I was definitely not a happy camper the day this photo was taken.
Credits – scray stair man is from the evil dead 2 movie poster, stair photo from sxc.hu and grungy overlay by michelle coleman.
globus pharyngeus August 15, 2007
thats what I have. Went to doc yesterday and he put the camera up my nose then round the corner and down my throat – which was not at all disturbing. In fact not as disturbing as afterwards when I watched him giving the tube a rinse under the tap while he chatted to me. What, no autoclave. Actually the most disturbing moment came last night as I was going to sleep, when I was trying to remember who had been in before me. Best not to ponder these things too long. So this globus pharyngeus is when this muscle at the bottom of the oesophagus tightens up and makes it feel as if you have a ball stuck in your throat. I have to go now to a speech pathologist who will teach me exercises to relax the muscle. And I must not swallow when I feel I need to. MUST FIGHT THE URGE. Stress will make it worse – so back off everyone. I feel that if I could kill the dog, I would be totally cured. Now that I think back I remember about three months ago saying to a couple of people – I wonder if I’m getting late onset asthma – my throat feels really tight. And when I’d try and talk I felt all blocked up. I’m feeling a very strong desire to clear my throat right now. It’s because I ate some ham and eating makes it worse. In fact I think I’m developing an eating disorder. I don’t know what to eat or when. And there is no possible way I can drink another thickshake. I just can’t face another one.
well, I really don’t want to get flooded out June 9, 2007
but the river is rising very fast. And it’s not expected to peak until midnight. Which gives me visions of stepping out of bed in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and being up to my knees in water. You wouldn’t believe that so much rain could fall so hard for so long. People have been washed away, animals lost, boats washed onto the beach, cars abandoned, schools closed. And by boats I mean huge coal ships. I sent daz to the school at lunchtime to get lizzie yesterday as it would have been too miserable to be there and he said it was like there’d been a bomb blast. People running around, knee high water, girls crying. More storms are about to come. Maybe I should start putting things up on the cupboards. This house has already been flooded once. It only came half way up the walls but I absolutely refuse to get on the roof at midnight. And I’d also like to say that being in a cyclone must be one of the most terrifying things you could experience. Last night here was so windy and it was a bit scary – can’t imagine what a cyclone would feel like. Apparently we have 12 hours more storm weather about to hit. Oh well, I’ve wanted new carpet for a while now.
Kimba – the cranky bitch May 19, 2007
Oh hang on, that was Kimba the white lion wasn’t it? One of my favourite shows. So, Kimba, 19 today. As they say, it seems like only yesterday. I went for my weekly visit to the doc and he said he was going to do an internal examination. Oh, great, because thats always fun isn’t it. So he popped on the gloves and I jumped on the table and he went about his business and all of a sudden there was this pressure release and a great flood of water. And the doctor goes “whoops”. And I’m like waddaya mean “oops”? And he says – you’re going to have a baby tomorrow. So we rock up to the hospital 9am the next day for an induction, which turned out to be no tea party. After a couple of hours I said to the nurse – I don’t think I want to do this any more. And she said it was a bit late for that. Turned out Kimba was facing the wrong way so we were spine to spine which really HURT. So I grabbed onto someone and said – bring on the epidural. Bliss. I lay there and the nurse watched the moniter and occasionally said – that was a big contraction and I said – oh yeah, didn’t feel a thing. Then they said – time to push – so push I did and there she was. 4pm. While I was laying there waiting for them to wipe her off, the kitchen lady kindly brought me in a plate of lamb chops and veg which no doubt they thought I’d be in desperate need of. I did look at them and think about it, but, nah, just wasn’t right. So we were packed off to our room where many photos were taken – you know with her being the first grandchild on daz’s side. And I was wearing this most interesting nightie that my mother in law had brought for me. It was bright orange. It was very short. It was satin. It had no button openings for breastfeeding. It was bizzare. Ah, good times. I remember them so clearly. can’t believe it was 19 years ago. I remember we used to laugh and say that Kimba would be 18 the same year daz was 40. And thats been and gone. jesus. Happy B’day Jessie.