Return of the Zombie

My baby has been replaced with a cheeky, hyperactive 2 year old.

Oh my, I am so tired.  I really hope Master A decides to start sleeping better again.  I was up about 10 times last night, each time woken by a loud, incessant wailing of “uh oh, Mummy!”, & before stumbling back to bed after sorting out whatever drama it was that time, a chirpy “night night, Mummy!”.  Although, after about the 3rd go, this really was not seeming very cute at all.  Couple this with refusal of day time naps, & my patience has been tested to the far ends of my sanity (yet again).

I don’t know what’s up with him, but it seems like major changes are on the way.

He has decided that he doesn’t like the bath.  So we have been having a bath in the laundry tub.  As you do.

Toilet training is also on the cards.  This afternoon we bought a kiddyloo, so he can step up onto the toilet & feel safe on his little seat.  He had the choice of a Thomas Tank Engine one, or the plain blue one although I think the ladder was the selling point for him.  This afternoon, he climbed up and down about a zillion times.  Everytime he farted, he ran off to the toilet, & boy did he fart a lot (not sure why!?)  He also practiced wiping & flushing & jumping down…alas, he did not practice any actual expelling of bodily functions.

On a more positive note, he is a “big boy” now & is happy to leave dummy, Snowy & Sleepy in the top drawer in our entry way.

Weekend? What weekend?

Uuuggghh, what a weekend.  Ash had been unwell since about Tuesday; not especially sick, but a bit of a cold and snotty nose.  Then we had night dramas- I was sure it was tummy pain as he was passing lots of wind and pulling his legs up.  He went to daycare on Wednesday and Thursday and had great days, he had developed a minor cough, but he was not unhappy, and even the snot was not so bad.  

But Friday was a very very challenging day.  He was just out of sorts the whole day.  About mid afternoon, his breathing started to sound very wheezy.  Come the middle of the night, he was coughing and screaming and so unsettled we had no idea what to do.  His breathing was starting to sound worse and worse.  The locum came out to look at him, and then told us to go to the hospital as his breathing was not good.  So, off to the hospital we went at 2am in the morning.  We were seen pretty quickly.  They confirmed that Ash was working hard to breathe however luckily he was getting enough oxygen.  But to keep a close eye on him and if it got worse, to come back.  

On Saturday morning at about 11am, we ended up back at the hospital again.  They gave him ventolin (a process he absolutely hated, poor love!) all day and all night.  His blood pressure was very elevated as he was labouring so much to breathe, but all other stats were ok after he received the initial lot of ventolin.  Anyway, both Ash and I arrived home this morning at about 10am.

Which brings me to our other dilemma.  Cinder.  She is such a beautiful dog but she couldn’t handle Ash’s yelling and screaming.  It really scared her.  And unfortunately, she just didn’t seem to be happy here.  She became so stressed when left alone, & other times, even with all of us at home, she couldn’t settle.  She was used to having other dogs as company and only one main carer.  I think she was confused that both Paul and I were around all day, and she really missed another dog to do doggie stuff with.  Paul couldn’t come to the hospital with us both times as we were so scared that Cinder would body slam the back door and cut herself.  It just didn’t seem fair for her; she really is a gorgeous dog.

So, after speaking to the adoption program coordinator, everyone decided that she needs a family with another dog, and only one carer.  I took her back to her foster home & she seemed so happy to be back with her foster family.  It was a 3 hour round trip though, so I didn’t get back until 2.30 this afternoon.

That is why I feel like the weekend has just been a blur!

Thankfully, our little bubba is doing much better now, although his cough is really bad and I’ve been told he is still contagious so we will be housebound this week I think.  He is such a sweetheart- he charmed all the nurses at hospital.  His voice is so gruff & I think he likes the sound of it, as he’s started to do this very very cute little humph with a smile- it sounds evil- but cute!!!!!!!!

A big day

Today was a great day- Ashie’s 1st birthday partay!

I’ll have to post pics later as they are not downloaded yet…..but wanted to get down a few thoughts first.

My mum has been visiting & it’s been just lovely.  I absolutely love having her around- I wish we could see each other more often, but we always make the most of our short times together.  Ash has enjoyed having a visitor in the house; it always takes a little bit of time for him to get used to “grandma” again, but they get along very well!

I’ve been a little emotional leading up to Ashie’s birthday.  A year has gone by so fast.  I remember a particular day when Ash was about 2 weeks old & he was very unsettled.  He would only sleep on my chest.  I was so annoyed this day, I just wanted some space & peace & quiet, but nothing was working; this baby was superglued to me.  Paul told me to make the most of it.  He said that Ash was only going to be little like this for such a short amount of time & that this would turn out to be a precious memory.  He reminded me of something really important; something I try to remember every day.  I am so grateful for all of the amazing moments we’ve had in Ashie’s first year of life.  I want to make sure that I continue to make the most of all of our time together, even the tough times (like the 5am wakeup  calls we’ve been having!).

Anyway, happy bday little buddy.  I think you’ve had a very special birthday surrounded by many many people who love and adore you- some near, some far.  I wish you much growth, happiness, laughter and fun as we journey into your 2nd year!!!!!!

Take a bite

Hhhhmmmmn…….my child has started biting.  Yesterday he sunk his teeth into my shoulder.  He had had a very big day.  He was tired & frustrated because he wanted to play with a pink pram, which belonged to someone else.  He started crying very loudly so I scooped him up & then………ouch!

Then today at playgroup, he was playing with a toy, when another bub crawled up & wanted to join in.  Ash looked at me, protested, tried to push her away, then leaned in close to her chest & opened his mouth!  Thank goodness he didn’t get a grip.

I’m understanding Ash’s frustration.  Sometimes I wanna bite people too!