The Big News In Chonic Pain This Week

Is that The Spoon Theory is now available in several languages.

While I 100% agree with The Spoon Theory, I do think it leaves some things out.  Like the fact that there are ways to preserve your spoons, when necessary.

How?

Well, take the dinner I made last night; meatloaf, champ and broccoli cheese.  Each of these things take some spoons in their own right as they require me to use my arms to mix, and my arms are my area of greatest pain.  Meatloaf gets mixed by hand, champ needs the potatoes mashed, which I prefer to do by hand, and broccoli cheese requires about 5 minutes of constant stirring to get the cheese sauce nice and thick.

And I knew I didn’t have the spoons to do all of that.

So I compromised and mashed the potatoes in the food processor.  If you do this wrong they come out gloopy due to the starch being over processed, so its a bit fiddly.  But much easier on my spoon reserve.

I take pride in serving my family fresh homemade food at least 5, more likely 6, nights a week.  Which takes spoons.

So I use gadgets to help.

And the champ wasn’t gloopy at all.

And if Adam had eaten any more broccoli cheese, he would have turned green. 🙂

1st World Privilege

Believe it or not I was having a very deep conversation about the above on Mumsnet, of all places.

It started in a topic section called ‘Am I Being Unreasonable.’  The topic is pretty much what it sounds like.  The person asks ‘Am I being unreasonable to blah blah blah’ and people tell them they are or they aren’t.  Usually quite forcefully and with a lot of ‘you morons’ and things like that.  It can be quite bitchy and actually a lot of fun.

So the thread title was ‘Am I being Unreasonable to shop at Primark?’

For the non-UKers in the audience, Primark is a very very cheap clothing store well known for using 3rd world suppliers and paying them small wages to keep their prices down.  Prices like £2 t-shirts and £5 jeans.

So, is it wrong to shop there?  Is it really better to shop at M&S or Next or some other high street shop and spend a bit more?

Nope.  Because the truth is that those clothes are (usually) made in the same 3rd world country sweat shops as the Primark stuff.  The high street retailers just spend more money on advertising and fancy stores so charge you more.  Oh and make more of a profit.

The truth is that we are all privileged to live in the so called 1st World.  Our kids don’t have to go out to work to help us put food on the table.  But you know what? It wasn’t so long ago that they did.

If you look at the history and reason behind child labour laws, which really only came into being at the beginning of the 20th Century, they weren’t only to protect children but also to ‘even the playing field’ among the classes.  My son, the son of a University Teacher, probably wouldn’t have had to go up chimneys.  But your son, perhaps the son of a dock worker here in Belfast, probably would have had to join his father at the docks as soon as.

So my son got an education and your son built the Titanic.

It’s how the world was.

It’s also true that children weren’t considered precious less than a 100 years ago.  Another child meant another mouth to feed, an excellent thing when most people lived on farms and needed all hands.  And those hands started working very, very young.  Once the move to cities began, children became less necessary and more of a burden.  Unless you could send them up the chimneys, down the mines or to the docks.

But I think the real issue with first world privilege is the 1st world’s assumption that the 3rd world resents sending their children and themselves out to work for what, to us, is a pittance.  But we don’t know for this is true.  Sure, we can watch documentaries and be shocked by the conditions and the low level of money.  But we aren’t there.  We aren’t living their lives.  Maybe the pittance they earn is better than no pittance at all.

For the record, I do support Fair Trade.  I buy everything I can that is marked Fair Trade.  I only drink Fair Trade Coffee and eat Fair Trade Chocolate.  I buy M&S Fair Trade cotton T-shirts.  I am not a monster or unfeeling to how some other kid on the other side of the world is treated.

But I am also going to continue to shop at Primark for cheap, not too badly made, clothes.

I completely enjoy my First World Privilege.  And am honest enough to say so.

It is Really Truly Over

Adam was discharged from the surgery today.

The Saga Of The Lump is Truly Over.

It was indeed a benign hemangioma, as predicted.

There is a teeny tiny small possibility of it reappearing, but truly unlikely.

It was not caused by my dropping him.  It would have appeared anyway.

Simon and I didn’t realize how worried we still were until the Registrar said ‘Benign.  Discharged.’

So glad we had him go through the surgery.  Because now?

It’s truly over.

Today Is My Daddy’s Birthday…

and it marks, along with the day of his birth, the first anniversary of me creating personalized cards for my immediate family.

Each person, on their birthday, gets a card with a picture of Adam that no one else has or will have or will even go on the internet.

So I can’t show them to you!

But Adam and I have a good time doing them, now that he’s older.

But the very first one was for his Pops.  My dad.  Last September 17th.

That one wasn’t exactly fun to shoot.  Adam was 3 months and 6 days old.  I sat him up in our big chair and put a sign in his lap that said ‘Happy Birthday Pops!’  And then shot quick before he fell over!

This year, I let him play and just kept shooting until a perfect shoot landed in the camera.

So Happy Birthday, Daddy.

And happy one year of photoshoots, Adam.

Maybe some day I’ll print all of them in a book for you.

Note: the following is not the one from Pops’ birthday this year!  I just think its cute!

Wow, Amazon sells *everything*

Letter To My Son – Adam – 15 Months Old

Dear Adam

Yes, yes, Mama is late with this newsletter this month.  Why?  Well, gee maybe because a certain young man has been sick with one thing or another for pretty much 3 months.  And the last 2 weeks have been the worse.  Even worse than the chicken pox.

Since May you have had:

  • Chicken  Pox
  • Surgery
  • Ear Infection
  • Ear and chest infection
  • ear and chest infection
  • viral infection with a highish fever

Mama and Dada are exhausted, as are you, since you can’t seem to sleep through the night right now.  Mama thinks you fall asleep fine and then your nose gets stuffed up and you just can’t clear it, so you wake up and cry and can’t resettle yourself.  Mama has been cursing the people who took Medised off the market for under 8s.  Not because it was deemed dangerous for younger kids, but because parents were abusing it, giving it to well babies just so they’d sleep.

So there is nothing Mama can give you to dry up your nose.  Nothing but essential oils and other crap that just isn’t working.

This too shall pass.  This too shall pass.

So, what have you been up to this month? Well, you surprised Dada and Mama when you picked up your comb and combed your hair! And, in even bigger news, you are now sleeping in PJs and a duvet rather than a sleeping bag.  You managed to kick  your way out of your sleeping bag twice, so Mama changed you.  You having been sleeping a bit better since then.  Not a whole lot. But a bit!

Your teeth are coming in in droves, although only on the top. Mama thinks she sees one poking through on the bottom, but she isn’t sure!

Your walking is coming along slowly, but surely.  And you actually, finally settled into daycare.  And then you missed two weeks being sick.  You’re going back tomorrow, though.

You can point to your nose and your belly.  And say Mama.  When you feel like it!

Mostly you’re just getting taller and bigger a little bit every day.

And Mama loves you more and more every day.

Love

Mama

PS No pictures this month because I haven’t had time to download them from the camera.  Maybe I’ll add them later!!!

Thanks Everyone Who Spoke To My Heart

It really needed to hear it!

Adam is still ill, probably with a viral infection.  No other infection found in his urine, so that’s good news.

Now the debate is: to do settle in days in daycare or not.

Simon and I are leaning towards not.

Adam didn’t actually settle into daycare until we said ‘Okay kid, this is it.  Deal.’  And, eventually, he did.

Also, I have some major projects with my main client that have been totally neglected over the last month or so due to Adam being out of daycare so much.  So I really need those hours to,  you know, make some money.

So I think, come Monday, he’s just going to go back. Plop.  Into daycare.

And he’ll deal.

Eventually.

Once Again Feeling Like A Crap Mother

I am not saying I am a crap mother.  Just that I feel like one lately.

Why? Because Adam has had 3 ear infections and 2 chest infections, 2 of each in the last month. And has had to take antibiotics for them.

Why do I blame myself?

Because I couldn’t breastfeed.

Everyone (yeah, ya know, everyone; they’s neighbours?) says that breastfeed babies have much better immune systems. That they never get ill.  That they walk at 2 months and talk at 3 months and go to Harvard at 3 years old. Oh and they can drive by the time they are 18 months.

Obviously I am being hyperbolic about this, but its almost that bad.  If  you formula feed, for what ever your reason, you are, basically, stunting your child for life.

I would normally laugh this off.  I don’t do competitive parenting, I think its ridiculous.  But this one, about a weaker immune system, is hitting really close to home right now.  As my son coughs himself awake night after night.  As goop drains out of his ear and his fever spikes to 100.6.  May not sound all that high, but he’s normally around 97.4.  So its about 3 degrees.  That’s a lot.

That’s all happened in the last week.  And I put off taking him to the doctor because I just couldn’t believe he had yet another infection.  So he didn’t get any antibiotics until Thursday.  When he probably needed them starting Tuesday.  And I should really listen to my Mum.  Who told me to take him to the doctor on Wednesday.

Another reason to feel like a crap mother.  Because after just 2 doses of his antibiotic, he started acting more like himself again.

In any case, I know not being able to breastfeed was not my fault.  I had no milk.  Fact.  I may or may not have had milk if Adam hadn’t been a C-section, if he hadn’t needed to be in SCBU for 9 days, if if if if if…but I didn’t have any.

So I gave him Cow & Gate.  And no one can say he hasn’t thrived, my 31.5 inch, somewhere around 30 pound, at nearly 15 months son.  But he does keep getting these bugs.

Now, everyone knows daycare centres are hot beds of germs.  And he’s proving it.  He was out of daycare more than he was in it in August.  And now he’s missed another 2 days.  Just as he was settling in so nicely.

So I feel guilty.  Is it because I had no milk? Could I have had milk if I’d just tried a little bit harder?

Of course not.  Well, the lower immunity might be, who really knows?  But I had no milk no matter what I did.  And I did it all.

So, Mummy Guilt rears its ugly head.  And I feel like a crap mother.

Even though, in my head, I know I’m not.

Could someone just tell my heart that?

Letter To My Husband – Simon – 6 Years On

Dear Simon

6 years ago today, at 10am on a Sunny Saturday morning, you stood waiting for me in the wedding room at City Hall.  About 30 minutes later we heard ‘I now pronounce you man and wife’.

Since then we’ve been through a lot.  Uncertainty about your job.  My health problems, mental and physical.  Bugs invading our flat.  Moving to our new, wonderful flat.  And, of course, Adam’s birth.

And through it all, you’ve been my rock.  As I’ve been diagnosed with Diabetes.  And Fibromyalgia.  And all my mental health issues.  Really, you probably should have turned me in on a healthier model.  But you haven’t.  And I know you won’t.

Every day I love you more and more.

Love

Robyn

3rd Cold in 2 Months

So Adam isn’t sleeping well. So no one is sleeping well.

And I am cursing the rotten parents who abused toddler cold medicine, using it when their babies wouldn’t sleep rather than when they were ill, so all governments everywhere took it off the market.

I just want my baby to be able to breathe.  And sleep.

Apparently that’s too much to ask.