Category Archives: Adam

Why We Still Use A Baby Monitor

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The other day, while on IM, my mother suggested we stop using a baby monitor so that I wouldn’t be woken unless Adam really truly needed me. I was adamant in my refusal and she asked why, especially as Adam sleeps with his door partially open and Simon and I could do the same.

I said it was because our walls are very thick (true) and because I felt better having it on. And then said the subject was closed.

But there is more to it than that. There have been 11 days since Adam was born where I had no or very little control over his life; the 9 days in SCBU and the 2 days on the ward after I dropped him. It wasn’t me who responded to his cries when in SCBU, and he was left to cry more than once as it was from hunger and there was nothing they could do at that point (he was being fed via a line in his belly button, but his tummy was empty) and it wasn’t me who took care of him for one of the nights while he was on the ward. The night with the ward was mine and Simon’s choice as I hadn’t really slept in 2 days and Simon insisted I go home and rest rather than land on my face at some point. But still, I wasn’t even where I might be able to hear my baby. Never mind be allowed to care for him.

I had to rely on other people to respond to his needs. And his cries. In fact, on the second morning on the ward, when we got there someone else was feeding him a bottle. And didn’t immediately hand him to me to finish. I can’t remember if I asked for him or if I let her finish feeding him but I remember feeling horrible that someone else was looking after my son for me. It was (and is) my job.

And now we get to today. A point at which Adam is in a regular bed (with a guard rail up) and a gate on his door as he can’t be trusted to not go wandering if he wakes up in the middle of the night. And I can’t be certain I’ll hear him. Our flat walls are very thick, as mentioned previously. Also, if I can catch him just as he starts to ‘peep’ I can usually soothe him in minutes rather than hours or going into bed with him.

I haven’t discussed this with Simon, but, unless it breaks, the monitor stays until Adam is old enough to not need a gate on his door to prevent night time wandering and he is old enough to come to get me if I don’t hear him.

Or if we move to a house with very thin walls.

 

Must Be Tuesday or A Day In The Life

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Recently Dooce has been doing a series about what her days are like. I’m finding it very interesting and thought I’d do the same.

Of course, I am not Dooce. I only have one child, I don’t have a PA and I don’t run a multi-million dollar media empire. But, still. It might be a worthwhile read.

Let’s take a Tuesday, since not every of the week is the same around here, but most Tuesdays are fairly standard.

Simon gets up with Adam somewhere between 6 and 7. This means Adam cries. He loves his daddy, but, for some reason, not first thing in the morning. We tell Adam to deal with it, Mummy’s having a lie in.

I get up between 715 and 730 and put my coffee on. Simon only drinks instant (bleech) so I have to make it myself. I also make toast with peanut butter and juice, take my blood sugar and pop 6 pills; 3 paracetamol, 1 xanax and 2 metphormin.

I then share my breakfast with Adam, who may or may not have had something to eat before I get up but certainly has had some milk. Simon is in the shower at this point.

I then spend 5 minutes chasing Adam around trying to wipe peanut butter off his hands and face. Sometimes I am even successful.

After that, I make Simon’s lunch. Yes. I make my husband lunch nearly every day. Why? Well, it saves us gobs of money, for one thing. But the real reason is because that used to be my only bit of ‘me’ time in the morning.  Back before Adam was mobile and had his own ideas (oh those halcyon days!) Simon would come get him from me and play with him while he got dressed. Then I could actually drink my coffee, make Simon’s lunch and usually have at least 5 minutes to relax before I had a baby to take care of all day by myself. Now Adam runs around the flat, nearly spilling my coffee, trying to steal his dad’s lunch bag and generally being 2. Sometimes Simon convinces him to come play in the bedroom. But not often.

Then we say bye bye to Daddy and I sit and try to finish my coffee.

Tuesday is grocery day so after that I write my list, after conferring with Simon the night before about what to have for dinner during the week. Adam will be conferred with as well. Some day.

It’s around 9 at this point and Adam is running around insanely so I go jump into the shower so we can get out the door.

These days Adam decides how he’s getting to city centre. If he wants to walk, he walks, so long as he holds hands with no fuss at street crossings. If he wants to ride, he rides and I make sure we do somewhere he can run around. Today that was Corn Market and Victoria Square.

Then we do our errands. And Adam gets back into his pram at some point and falls asleep. Usually after or during Tesco.

Then we are home. Adam keeps sleeping for at least 2 hours when he falls asleep like that (whoot!) so I have some lunch myself, do some housework and/or lie around being lazy, depending on what’s going on.

Adam wakes up around 2 and I give him lunch.

Then we play all afternoon. Colouring, puzzles, his barn, whatever he feels like. This can also include sofa snuggles and CBeeBies. I really just take his lead.

Simon gets home from work any time between 4 and 6, depending on his lecture schedule. Then we have dinner. Then Adam has a bath and goes to bed.

And then I veg and then I go to bed.

And so endeth Tuesday.

 

So Today Is ENT Day!

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Yaaaaay?

What I am hoping to hear is ‘Grommets would help.’ and/or ‘Well, I agree it might be allergies, let’s get you referred over there and then we’ll take a look at the whole picture.’

Being an eternal pessimist I am expecting to hear ‘Nothing we can do. Sorry’. Because that’s what I’ve been hearing for 27 months now. He’s just ‘unlucky’ and ‘goes to day care, of course he picks up all the bugs’. Yeah. Not the answer I want.

I want a small boy who is well 99% of the time instead of the 50 – 75% we are getting right now. A small boy with whom going months without antibiotics is the rule, not the exception.

When he’s well he’s such a joy. Oh he tantrums, he’s hardly perfect and he is two. But when he’s ill? He’s very difficult. As you would be if you feel horrid all the time. And looking to Mummy and Daddy to fix it. Which we can’t. No matter how much we want to.

So it may be Adam’s 3rd GA in 27 months coming up. Or it might be a battery of allergy tests. Or it might be nothing.

Today begins The Saga Of the Infection Investigation.

Hopefully it won’t last as long as The Saga Of the Lump.

The House Is Falling To Bits

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As I sit here sipping sugary tea and nibbling (mostly) dry toast, it is day 8 of the hell that began last Thursday night with our trip to A&E with Adam puking blood.

It continued with Simon throwing up on Sunday and Adam cranky and pulling his ear.

It went further on Wednesday with Adam back at nursery but me at my biggest clients for meetings all day.

And then yesterday I woke up feeling achy and tired and with a headache. Simon had to go to work for Open Days, when the 6th Formers (7th years? What are they called now?!) come to see the University. So I was at home with an active 2 year old and find myself vomiting. Things compounded when said 2 year old was just falling asleep after lunch and I had to basically throw him into bed to go puke. Yeah. He didn’t sleep. Luckily Simon got home by 230 and I headed to bed. And spent the evening and part of the night throwing up.

And so the house is falling to bits.

You see, I have a schedule for cleaning. I hate cleaning, as most people do, so if I don’t put it into my phone with a reminder and a day to do it, it won’t get done. Or it will get done only on weekends which leaves no family time.

So I set a schedule. This past Monday I was suppose to clean the bathrooms, for example. Adam was home from nursery and, as I recall, napped for about 10 minutes, so that didn’t happen.

Wednesday I was suppose to change the beds, catch up on my laundry folding and hoover the bedrooms and hallway. I was at my client site all day.

Today, Friday, I should be running (toddler free!) errands and tidying and hoovering the front rooms and finishing laundry.

Instead, I’m sipping sweet tea, eating (mostly) dry toast and am about to head back to bed.

So the bathrooms need a wipe. The floors need a hoover.  And you can’t get into the spare bedroom for all the clothes piled up to be folded. We are almost out of nappies, I need to put 2 cheques into the bank, my finally repaired jeans need to be picked up from the tailor, we are nearly out of juice and milk. It’s Friday night so pudding and wine need to be bought.

Instead, I’m sipping sweet tea, eating (mostly) dry toast and am about to head back to bed.

Adam threw a major strop about going to nursery, I imagine because he basically didn’t see me from about 230 yesterday until 730 this morning and this whole week has been weird. So he’s been promised a trip to the museum on Sunday; a cross my heart, pinky swear, high five promise that I wouldn’t go back on if you held a gun to my head.

Oh and I think I have some emails to send for my biggest client.

So the house is falling to bits and I really should do something about some of this stuff.

Instead, I’m sipping sweet tea, eating (mostly) dry toast and am about to head back to bed.

Diabetes And Illness

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So, as anyone who has been keeping up knows, Adam has been ill since last Thursday. As of Sunday Simon started puking, although he’s pretty much fine now. I thought I had escaped it until I woke up this morning will an achy ear and a sore throat.

And with my fasting blood sugar at 8.5 mmol/L (millimoles per liter, the scale used everywhere, except the US, for blood glucose levels. The US uses mg/dL (milligrams per deciliter). For my US audience, 8.5 mmol/L = 153 mg/dL). Ideally it should be under 8, which it has been for weeks and weeks so it was too high this morning. Another sign something was wrong with me.

Also, Adam threw up again last night and has been pulling and rubbing at his ear. Oh how I long for the sentence ‘Mummy, my ear feels weird/hurts’. Or not!

So anyway, rang the GP and said we both needed to be seen and off we went.

It would appear I am viral, which means fluids, rest (HA! I’ve done, approximately 1,001 loads of laundry since Thursday, all of which need to be folded so we can find the spare room) and keep an eye on my glucose. Adam, however, does indeed have a double ear infection and a red throat, so he’s on antibiotics.

So what can I do if my glucose is too high? Not much, really. I take metphormin, not insulin, so I can’t adjust that. I can watch my carbs, obviously, which I do anyway (more or less) and eat less of them if necessary. But it’s more to be aware of my levels and if they get really high (above 10 mmol/L is high, above 12 mmol/L is really high) to call the diabetes nurses.

I also have a diabetes clinic appointment on Thursday so if I am still running high I can discuss it with one of the diabetologist while I’m there.

So why does a viral infection affect (effect?) my blood sugar? Because my body is too busy fighting the infection to worry about dealing with my blood sugar, basically. Most likely if a non-diabetic had a viral infection and tested their blood, and had a baseline to compare it to, as I do, theirs would run high as well.

So at the moment, Adam is napping and I’m contemplating what to have for lunch.

I am thinking ice cream and white bread would be very very bad choices. 🙂

My No Good, Very Bad Day…

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So yesterday Adam woke up at 545 after sleeping all night long without a peep! Ya!

And then as we were sitting and having milk and watching CBeeBies I started to feel headachy and nauseous, the nausea a sure sign a migraine was building. I reflected on what Simon might have on at work and, when he got up, asked him if he might stay home. He said it wasn’t a problem so I headed back to bed. I woke up about an hour later, still headachy and still nauseous and headed to take some migraleave and went back to bed.

When I woke up around 1130 I was right as rain. Whew! Dodged that bullet.

After lunch I had a nice long bath and then Adam and I played and Simon went to have a sleep. We like naps in this house!

At around 345, as we were settling in to watch some CBeeBies, Adam threw up. Violently. I yelled for Simon who came running and we began the clean up. Simon was looking at the vomit and I said ‘why are you inspecting it?!!’ and he said ‘It looks like blood!’ I said ‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ and continued to clean up. I should have looked.

Adam was running no fever so we figured it was just a fluke, too much food, something a bit off or similar. And he was acting fine, dancing around, being himself And then he threw up again. I was in the kitchen when I heard him wretch and came over to where he was with Simon and there was blood going down his face. I panicked and went right to the phone and dialled 999.

As an aside, in the US when you dial 911, you are not asked what service you need. It’s on central dispatch centre. I know this because I rang them once when a child was hit by a car outside my apartment. Anyway, in the UK first you have to ask for the right service and then give that service all of your information. I was stunned they needed that. Can’t they trace by telephone?

In any case I threw on some clothes and was getting Adam re-dressed when the EMT’s showed up. It was less than 10 minutes and Simon and I were very impressed. It was two gentlemen and they were very nice, listening to what happened. They decided the best thing was to take Adam to Royal Children’s to be checked out. So we finished gathering our things and off we all went in the ambulance with no sirens, of course!

Once there we were taken straight into triage, thanks to coming in by ambulance. The Triage nurse did the normal checks and said it would be about 45 minutes and if he threw up again, tell her. I changed his nappy, putting the pad they give you for urine collection into it. And we sat down.

Once again, Adam seemed fine, playing with some of the toys there. And then he wasn’t. And then he barfed. It was all clear liquid with no blood, but Simon went and told the triage nurse and we held onto the pan he had used to vomit in. A little got on his clothes but I decided to wait to change him as it had been hard to tell how much blood before as it had soaked into clothes and Daddy!

It was about 45 minutes when we were called back and then waited about 2o minutes more. Why do they do that? Why call you back if you’re just going to sit in an empty cubicle? Why not let the child continue to play until there is truly a doctor ready?

In any case another 15 – 20 minute wait and a doctor came in and took Adam’s history. Now Adam was born at the Royal and has been to their A&E 3 times now. Shouldn’t they have his history?!?

In any case, the doctor then felt his tummy, listened to his heart and lungs and looked in his ears and throat. As usual, Adam was fine until I put him on the exam table. I am really beginning to think he remembers, from 3 weeks old, when they had to hold him down and cut his foot for a blood test and he associates it with that damn table!

The doctor said his tummy was lovely and soft (lovely? 🙂 ) but his ears and throat were red. They wanted to test a urine sample (pee kid!) and his blood sugar (not sure why, forgot to ask) and see if he could keep some dioralyte down but she didn’t think it was anything more than an infection.

Once he had finally peed, and kept down the dioralyte we were out of there fairly quickly with some amoxicillian and the instruction that he’d probably throw up more but if there was no blood don’t worry, the blood was probably from a tear in his throat. Okay then.

So we headed home. Once there we tried to get him to have some toast, no go, and gave him some more dioralyte. He had a bath and his first does of antibiotics and, on the doctor’s advice, we tried some milk. Puke before he even had a sip.

So we cleaned up and tucked him into bed.

The next few hours he was very restless and then I heard little feet in the hall and retching. More puke, but wasn’t he clever to get out of bed first!

I got myself ready to bed and snuggled in next to him. At about 130 I hear ‘Mummy, water?’ So I hand him the water bottle I keep next to the bed. About 30 minutes later, puke. In bed.

Get Simon up, get us cleaned and the bed changed. Adam was fully awake by then so I brought him into the front room and gave him some more dioralyte. He started falling asleep and so we went back to bed.

Man, this is getting long.

Let me sum up:

Fine all night after 2a. Puked again after more antibiotics. Hmmmm. Rang GP, said to stop antib’s until fever was down (did I mention he now had a fever?) and vomiting and diarrhoea (did I mention the 4 totally liquid poos?) under control.

And he’s been fine since. Fever, yes, but bland food and juice is staying down.

Oh and I got to get my haircut, but not have my anniversary lunch. So it was, all in all, a decent, if puke and poo filled day.

It’s Been a Nostalgic Few Days

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It started yesterday when I decided to read through my blog from the post saying I was pregnant until Adam came home from hospital at 9 days old.

I knew today was the day a friend of mine was coming to help me haul all of Adam’s baby stuff; his cot, his Amby cradle, his jumper and his two bouncy seats, to a consignment shop for selling. And for the most part, I was okay with that. In fact, I was glad to get the storage space back.

But at the same time, it’s the end of an era. Adam is 100% not a baby any more. And I am 100% not going to have any more babies.

So I read back the announcement and the weekly newsletters I wrote to him. And everyone’s comments to my bump pictures! Man was I huge by the end!

And before my friend got here I took some pictures: –

His jumper, play matt, bouncy chair.

His cot and amby in pieces and in a bag.

And so, everything is gone. And I’ve got a half a closet more space.

And a small tear in my eye.

 

I Really Did Intend for Adam And I to Go Out and Do Something Fun Today…

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Thursdays are now earmarked as Mummy and Adam fun day. Monday, Wednesday and Friday he’s at daycare. Tuesday we need to run errands. So Thursdays are suppose to be fun.

Instead we are stuck inside. Partially because the weather is horrid and there really are no indoor fun activities for a toddler in Belfast City Centre. Mostly because I am very very sore and very very tired.

I had a migraine on Monday which was a good day to have one as Simon took Adam to daycare and picked him up. So I had the whole day to rest. Except that my Migraleave failed and I continued to puke into the night.

And then it was Tuesday. Migraine Hangover Day (TM). I used to spend that day in bed as well. Except now I have a toddler. And a husband who had to be at a remote campus for a thing, so he couldn’t take the day off. And no food in the house. So I had to take my hungover self and my toddler to the shops. After dealing with 3 temper tantrums. In a row. One because I needed to eat breakfast and he wanted to play. One because I need the loo and he wanted to play. And one because I, apparently, picked a pretzel up off the floor in a wrong manner!?!

Anyway, we got ourselves out the door. I offered Adam the choice to walk or ride in his pram, he choose the pram. Right there is a signal, along with the 3 tantrums, that he was either not feeling well or really tired. He loves to walk. So we do our errands and at the end of Tesco I notice he’s yawning his head off. So I push the pram into lie down position. And he does his ‘But I’m not tired Mummy’ shriek for 2 seconds and falls asleep. And sleeps for three hours!

If I had known he was going to sleep so long I would have lay down as well. But he has this psychic ability to wake up just as I’m falling asleep, so I didn’t bother to try, eating lunch and lazing on the sofa instead.

In any case, 3 hours of sofa rest does not equal a day in rest to finish recovering from a migraine.

So Wednesday he’s back in daycare and I not only had to catch up on my work from Monday but I have the washer repair man and some guys to finish fixing the water damaged bathroom wall coming. So rest was, once again not in the cards. I did manage to lie down for about an hour in the afternoon, but still not enough rest.

And then it was today. And Adam’s home. And I have zero energy. And the weather is total crap. So we stayed home.

We played on the floor some with both puzzles and trucks. We watched TV some. I tried to get him to nap in the morning. No go.

Then we had lunch.

Adam had scrambled eggs with cheese and tomatoes: –

20110811-122234.jpgLook! A picture!

I had scrambled eggs with yellow peppers and spring onions: –

20110811-122304.jpgAnd another!

We both had some corn bread, thanks to my friend Lisa in England who sent me a care package last week: –

20110811-123727.jpgThree pictures! 🙂

I have no idea why I took pictures, BTW. I just did. 🙂

Anyway, Simon managed to come home early today and I went and lay down for about 2 hours. And Simon managed to get Adam to finally nap.

And so tomorrow is Adam’s first Friday in daycare, ever. And I have to finish catching up with work. And go buy some more groceries (what are we having for dinner tomorrow?!) without a toddler in tow. Oh and pick up the dry cleaning.

And, hopefully, have a nap.

Next week, we’ll do something fun.

I hope.

I Love My Friends. Fact.

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So last night I logged on to this site to write an update when it told me I had a comment to moderate.

Comments on this site are moderated to try and stop SPAM. The first time a person comments, it has to be moderated. After that, provided you use the same name, the comment posts automatically right after you write it.

And my rule is all comments, except for SPAM and some guy who wanted to use my blog for his political agenda, get approved.

Even the one last night.

It was a comment on my newsletter to Adam for his 25th month. It enquired as to whether Adam had been ill so much because he wasn’t breastfed. O_o

Really? If you read my blog enough to know Adam wasn’t breastfed you surely know that: –

  1. I didn’t have any milk.
  2. I felt guilty as hell about it for awhile.
  3. I moved on from the guilt, eventually.

So what was the point of your comment? No idea. Especially as Adam is nearly 26 months and way past the breast. Even if I had breastfed, I most likely would have stopped by now. Let the cow lactate! 🙂

I Tweeted about the comment and this is why I love my friends. At least 5 posted comments on the same blog entry tell the person to, basically, fuck off. And many many more posted support on the Facebook and Twitter feeds.

Not one of them understood the point of the comment. Almost all of them told the poster they were ignorant and rude.

The person who commented has not returned to defend their comment or even comment some more, that I can see, on any other post. Just that one.

So, Sam, if that is your name. Come back and defend your ignorance.

Or better yet, don’t.

As you have nothing worthwhile to add to my conversation with the world.