Sunday, August 31, 2008

Sacred Space - are modern homebirthers missing out?

I was in the shower today thinking how much I feel like I'm having a baby for the first time again. When I had Erik 9 years ago I really had no idea what to expect. I'd seen birth as portrayed on tv and in movies, in docos and in books. I knew it wasn't glamourous or necessarily quick. I was naive in experience, but not completely naive in information. So, I could imagine birthing, but I really just didn't know what to expect.

And so, here I am again, and again, I can imagine having this baby at home, but I don't know what that's going to be like, because so many things will be different - the space will be different.

I have to admit that part of me is mourning the "special space" that is going to hospital. This may seem very strange to others who have chosen homebirth as so many choose to birth at home because that IS their special space, and the hospital is a foreign space...

But anyway, I'm going to ramble through some thoughts here...

Ok, I believe humans seek out the sacred. We seek out forms of initiation, of tradition, and of spirituality.

Initiation is about right of passage, of proving oneself. It often entails a degree of risk, or at least perceived risk, and often takes place under traditional circumstances or in sacred places away from every day living.

In cultures around the world, before women gave birth in hospitals, these spaces were found or created. Often women went away from their communities to give birth, or their home space became a sacred space in the time leading up or after the birth, where the woman was confined, and normal daily activities were not something she partook of. The woman would not go out into society, would not work, often would not bathe. People came to her in her sacred space, and worked around her.

In a way, I can see that going to hospital BECAME the new sacred space. Also, in a society that seeks to be painfree, and risk free, giving birth became a new form of initation. While much of birth CAN be painfree these days, the RISKS of giving birth have be exasserbated - almost as a remedy to the new deficiency of pain... Birth is still an initiation rite in today's modern, Western society. The woman is still being taken to a "sacred space" - the hospital. This doesn't mean she is taken away for a beautiful experience - remember initiation is about proving oneself...

So, ok, here I am planning my homebirth, and part of me is wondering how to make this space at home a sacred space. Here at home, I can do everything. I can work from here, I can shop from here, I clean and cook here. Like so many of my homebirthing peers, I have friends and doulas who will help out, but unlike women 100 years ago, I will still need to get out of bed, probably in the first day or so, and "go back to normal life".

Being in hospital, I'd have an excuse for not doing that. I simply would not be at home.

Being at home may not mean having a sacred space at all... It might mean living life as ever, then having a baby one night, and then going right back to the same old, same old - cooking, cleaning, wiping snotty noses, thinking about work, shopping and all that other stuff that little by little eats away at the sacredness of producing new life from my own body...

I wonder if other modern homebirthers ever feel this way...

Saturday, August 30, 2008

The scent of Spring!

There is supposed to be rain developing later today, and there will be rain throughout the week to varying degrees, but right now there is almost a warm breeze outside!

I feel like I'm slowly waking up from a deep sleep myself. It's two steps forward and one step back, but I am starting to feel more awake in the past day or two. I'm feeling very lethargic on a strictly physical basis, but I can feel the need to start getting myself sorted for the impending changes on a mental and spiritual level.

Got to take Bryn to a birthday party tomorrow - his first individual birthday invite!

The boys have been attending after school care this week. So far, it's been a major success. To the point that on Wednesday I picked Luey up from school at bell time, and he was not at all happy about missing out on after school care. I guess, they're still full of beans at that time of day, whereas that's my physical low point, so at ASC they get to run about, and release energy, and do interesting activities, and eat a snack, whereas when I pick them up, it's a long trudge home with a cranky mum and then being told to try and be quiet until dad gets home.

I don't feel like I've seen Erik much this week though (saw Luey more because he didn't go to school on Monday, due to an ear infection).

Life doesn't turn out quite the way you might expect it to, does it. I clearly remember, 9 years ago, having all these ideas about how life with Erik would be. I knew I wanted more kids, but Dave wasn't keen. So, I saw us doing the whole unschooling thing with Erik. Just the three of us. Erik was going to be brought up in this idyllicly democratic household, where he'd have a say in everything, and be fully autonomous, and we'd go on interesting excursions and holidays and have lots of deep discussions about the world around us and things like philosophy and ethics.

Rofl... It's not like we DON'T do those things at all, but rather than being the cake itself, they're only the fairy sprinkles on top...

Instead, our household is much more adhoc, much more a dictatorship, and much more, erm, mundane and mediocre than I thought it would be, hahahaha! We're much more "suburban" than I ever imagined we'd be. As "conscious" as we try to be about stuff (I don't mean environmentally or ethically conscious, just in the moment, enjoy life conscious), I find we're so often running the reactionary race, and lurching from one life event to another.

It doesn't feel *wrong* per se, just unexpected...

Four children will no doubt only increase this feeling!

Oh and I found out this week we'll have TWO medicare cards to cover the family. It's not a big deal, just another one of those things I hadn't realised that kind of shines a light on how things will, indeed, change, and how we must adjust our understanding of the world to accommodate those changes...

Yes, it feels like Spring is on the horizon, and with the change in season comes new life, and a new understanding of life...

Friday, August 29, 2008

Check out the baby ticker!!!

I've been waiting for this day for about 10 days now!

Less than 50 days to go until my due date! But more significantly than that even, it´s been 50 days since I was all excited about there being less than 100 days to go!!! That feels like it was a fortnight again, but in that much time again I´ll be 'due'!!! 50 days ago was the 11th of July - last month!!!

The half lifes until this baby comes are just getting shorter and shorter!!!

That said, I told Dave last night I only have 50-75 potential "good night's sleep" left now. Eeeeek!

Anyway, here's another "set" I knitted last night...

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Nesting knitting...

What do you do when you want to nest, but you sooooo don´t feel up to cleaning...

You knit, of course...

These are a hat and a toy for the baby, knitted from 100% yarn. I totally fell in love with this yarn the other day, and despite it being horribly expensive, I just HAD to have it. It is the softest thing I´ve ever knitted with, and if I was more confident, I´d knit this baby a $120 jacket out of it, hahahaha!



And here is a hat Bryn wanted knitted out of this lovely verigated green merino/acrylic/cashmere yarn...

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Boss...

I'm sure this will probably come off like we have some sort of power struggle going on in our house, but we really don't, and so what, this is cute, anyway...

Bryn was just scootering around the house chatting to himself, and I overhear the following...

Bryn: You're not the boss of the house. I'm the boss of the house...

So, I ask him, "Are you the boss of the house, Bryn?" and he replies, "Yes, I'm Bryn and I'm the boss of the house!"

Hehehe, I have no idea where this concept come from as this is not something that is an issue here, but obviously it's something he's thinking about...

Now what was it Kaz Cooke said about Attachment Parented children growing into "little tyrants"? PMSL...

Monday, August 25, 2008

Mum's operation happening today: Take II

3.10pm - Ok, just got a call from mum, and about 30 minutes ago it looked like she was going home, and now they've just told her she's having the operation today (probably?)... She's heading off for an ultrasound now, and will call when she's about to go down to theatre...

Sunday, August 24, 2008

SUNDAY
MONDAY
TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY
THURSDAY
FRIDAY
SATURDAY









7°C/15°C
5°C/16°C
8°C/16°C
8°C/15°C
7°C/16°C
7°C/17°C
7°C/19°C

Fine
Fine and mostly sunny
Late showers
Shower or two
Becoming fine
Fine
Fine

Woot!!! The 7 Day Forecast is finally something worth getting excited about!!!

Friday, August 22, 2008

What goes up, must come down...

Ok, this past week has been so awful (though it's had it's bright points, but I'll get to those in a minute), that I can't even begin to explain how numb and spaced and just surreal I feel right now...

Early last week I contracted a headcold, which led to several nights of little or no sleep, but ran it's course relatively straightforwardly, with no real sinusitis, which was a definite positive...

Then we had Bryn birthday, which was also a big positive.

After Bryn's birthday though, things started the roll down hill. I guess it started with an overwhelming tiredness. Monday wasn't too bad, but on Tuesday morning I woke up just feeling completely physically and emotionally drained. Luckily, I wasn't going to playgroup that day, so I pretty much blobbed around in my PJs, until I caught a cab to pick the boys up. The cab was running late but one of the mums from Erik's class was kind enough to wait with the boys, unasked...

Wednesday was just a blur of crap. Couldn't go to BaBs, but also probably was still feeling pretty wiped out and was still putting that down to overextertion at the weekend. Picked the boys up from school again in a cab, but this time it all ran like clockwork so no having to hold other people up... Oh and council workers turned up and ripped up half the footpath outside our house without any notice whatsoever... Not to mention getting a call from s-dad to say mum was in hospital with a bad gallbladder attack and was looking at two seperate operations over the next 6 weeks...

Thursday was stressful because Dave had missed work on Monday, and thought he had an appointment with Erik on Thursday morning, turned out the appt. was for Wednesday, so he missed it, but at least this meant he could get a couple of more hours of work done, before picking the boys up for me because hail was predicted. The council workers returned to pull up more footpath, and managed to cut off our electricity for a little while in the process. Did a mass load of dishes and cleaning up here (not that you could tell looking around here right now), and ended up with contractiony back spasm things for hours afterwards. Went to the homebirth meet, only to discover it wasn't a homebirth meet afterall, because of some necessary rescheduling, but rather a breastfeeding info. session with Pinky McKay (ok, that's not really bad, I enjoy Pinky any time, she's cool! It's just that I was kind of looking forward to talking about my homebirth and next months meet will likely be my last before having this baby, so I was a bit disappointed, and then there were the back spasms)... Consoled myself with KFC on the way home though, thanks to Jen's never ending patience and generosity with her time...

Today was the clincher... It started with a realisation on my part that the small itchy patch near my right eye had spread a bit and was tingling/burn ever so slightly. Putting 2 and 2 together, it dawned on me this might be a resurgence of the shingles virus I had back in Autumn 06... So, booked an appointment with my doctor, called a cab (which had to maneuvre around the cement that was kindly ripping up the grass on our nature strip in order to pour new cement where our old, perfect FINE footpath had been at the start of the week)... Yep, shingles, nope Dr wasn't going to prescribe the rather effective meds that would prevent further blistering and pain, because they're not fully tested on humans, so he wanted the benefits to outweigh the possible risks before he prescribed the meds. So, instead he prescribes fish oil, selenium, and REST. No stress....

Hahahahahaha!

So, I go get the scripts filled and decide the 2.5 hour wait till picking the boys up from school is too long, and I come home again. At 3.15pm, I ring the cab company and book a "wait and return" cab. I'm very specific about this, because I want to be sure the driver will drive me to the school, wait to pick the boys up (basically no waiting at all), and then drive us home. The cab takes a little while to show up, but never mind. Then the driver tells me he won't do a "wait and return" because it's knock off time. He would drive me 35 minutes to the airport, but a 1 minutes round trip to the school is just too much to ask. He says my choices are to let him drop me at the school and take my chances getting a cab home, or he can call for another cab, and specifiy the "wait and return" again. Rather than possibly being stranded with three kids in the rain, all strung out (remember the no stress prescription, rofl), I tell him to call another cab. I wait another 15 minutes, but no one turns up. I go inside and call the company, get a girl, tell her my situation, she says there's a booking on the computer for me, and she'll just check what's holding it up and puts me on hold... 5 minutes later, I get a DIFFERENT girl, I tell her another girl is checking on my cab, but now my kids have been waiting outside the school gate for 20 minutes... She says she'll go and check on it for me, and puts me on hold... 10 minutes later, I get a guy. I tell him he's the third person I've spoken to and I want to speak to a supervisor NOW!!! Another 5 minute wait. I tell the supervisor my story, bursting into tears at the same time because now it's past 4pm and the "call waiting" on my phone is either the school ringing or Dave ringing because the school has rung them...

The supervisor agrees that if I booked a "wait and return" then I SHOULD get a cabbie who is prepared to do that job. She also says she's having trouble securing a cab for me. Dave calls my mobile, and I tell her I have to take the call, I say hello to Dave, tell him I'm on the other phone with a supervisor, then go to talk to her again, and she's hung up!!!

I tell Dave I'm going to call Jen now, and tell the school I'll will be picking the kids up and to just send them to after school care.

I call Jen, in tears, poor woman must think I'm totally incompetant (ok, Jen, I know you're going to saying that of course you don't feel that, but I guess that's how I was feeling about myself)...

Jen agrees to take me to the school to pick the boys up, and just then a cab shows up, but I ask Jen to do the job anyway, because I'm afraid if I hang up from her this cabbie will also say no to doing a wait and return. I go out to the cab and tell him I've had to make other arrangements, he can't get out of there fast enough (probably feeling pretty miffed at having to deal with a half sodden, crazed preggo woman)...

I call Dave and ask him to let the school know we'll be there in 10 minutes and not to put the kids in aftercare because that'll be an automatic $21 fee... He says there's no way they won't put the kids in care because they already gave him a serve for us making them watch the kids in the first place, and we are NEVER to ask them to do that again because the boys misbehaved (well, hmmmm, we never asked them in the first place, and besides it turns out one of the other mums - same as earlier in the week - was watching them outside, so why have a go at us???)...

So, not only are we stressed about getting to the kids, and I'm not supposed to be stressed because it will worsen the shingles, but now the school is treating us like negligent parents as well... Wonderful...

Anyway, I pretty much decided then and there that whatever the cost, I'm booking both boys into after school care EVERY day because none of this is worth all this stress and powerlessness and judgement. I get the Carer Provider number from the afterschool care people, and the minute I got home I called Centrelink to see what they could offer us as far as child care rebate goes...

WELL FINALLY some good news...

First the lady said, on our estimated income we could get 91% rebated. I asked if it was the same for two kids, and she said that for two kids it was a 98% rebate. Then she goes, "Oh hang on a minute, you're on a pension, well, in that case it's actually a 104% rebate..." Ok, I don't know what a 104% rebate would look like - obviously they're not going to pay up to leave the kids in care... But anyway, whoo hoo, a SAFETY NET. Probably a nearly free safety net. If I can't get to school in time, or if I need Dave to pick them up on the way home from school, it's ok, they'll have a snack and play with friends...

In other good news, the real estate agent told me today that the owners are going to replace our gas heater which has been humming in a really high pitched way for the past week or so, meaning we keep having to turn it off or risk losing our hearing...

I also got two LOVELY newborn nappies as a gift from a talent new nappy maker!

Mum might get away with having just one operation afterall...

Anyway, that's my big vent, hopefully I can just move on now...

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Mundane Stuff...

Ok, so today I don't have to go pick the boys up from school, whoo hoo!!!

Instead, I HAVE to get the dishes done, the loungeroom cleaned, and the clothes off the bedroom floor!!! A load of washing wouldn't go astray either...

Have been good though, just paid four bills!

Am on a bit of mission there though. Seriously, I think Telstra, in particular is trying to diddle us. I swear to god we paid up with the completely (phone and bigpond) in July, and then we get this "overdue" bill at the beginning of August for Bigpond. So, I'm on a mission to catch them out. As of five minutes ago, we're COMPLETELY up to date with:

Telstra
Bigpond
AGL (gas)
Yarra Valley (water)

Tomorrow, Dave will take care of the monthly installment for electricity...

I have recorded the receipt numbers for the above four bills on both the bills themselves, AND in my diary on today's date. In the past, I've had receipts and called up these bloody companies to dispute billing amounts and in particular so-called "overdue" amounts, and they've always managed to talk rings around me. THIS time it WON'T happen! I have the bills, the receipt numbers and NOTHING is in arrears!!!

It really annoys me because we're pretty conscientious with our bills, yes, we've had late notices and even "suspension" notices, particularly this year, but we really do try to keep on top of it all, and yet it's like a never ending game of chasing your own tail, and at times I've been SURE I've paid a bill more than once, but somehow I couldn't prove it...

Ok, better get on with the other boring stuff that is left to do today!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Wacky Wednesday...

Bloody Hell, what a day!!!

Had a big whinge this morning because the house is a tip, and I have no energy (really need to take those iron tablets more regularly) and there was no food in the house, and I had to cook dinner (which mean doing the dishes first because EVERY SINGLE DISH in the house is dirty) and pick the boys up from school...

Anyway, after my whinge, one of my wonderful doulas decided to deliver lunch to my door, so that I wasn't starving, at least - what a godsend!

I got a call from s-dad saying mum is hospital with a bad gallbladder attack (is there any such thing as a good gallbladder attack), so had to call bro to let him know. Then ordered some flowers to be delivered to the hospital - a poor second to actually being able to visit myself, but well, the Barossa Valley is a little far away from Melbourne...

Decided to do a round cab trip to pick the boys up, just don't have the energy or will to do the whole 4 buses round trip with toddler and 31 week belly in tow...

We're also having take away for dinner tonight, and I'll see if I can muster some energy to get those dishes done tonight so I don't have to worry about them tomorrow.

Then I look out the front window and discover a dump truck and mini digger parked IN OUR DRIVEWAY, blocking access to the outside world, so I chuck on a track suit and go out and investigate. Some council guy has just finished pulling up the footpath outside out house (thanks for the warning, NOT) and was about to rip up the flower beds in front of our neighbour's house. I told him that would NOT be a good idea, and he should at least let them know first, so he muttered something about leaving them a note and coming back tomorrow...

Well, at least he's gone now and I can actually get out to the road, albeit past a great big bloody hole in the footpath outside out letterbox...

What the hell is going on today? Maybe the gods were having a slow day and needed some amusement? Who knows... Well, have called the school to inform the boys dad won't be picking them up today and they need to get to the front gate asap because mum will be picking them up in a cab again today... Soooo happy this baby is weeks off yet, wouldn't want to be dealing with today AND a newborn!!!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Erik's future wife...

LOL, yesterday Dave came home with a funny anecdote about Erik...

Dave took the boys to school in the morning and shortly after dropping Erik off at his class, the boy comes bounding back to him all excited!!! "I got an invite to M's birthday!!!" he exclaimed waving the envelope under Dave's nose before running off with it again... A minute later the girl who's birthday he'd just received an invite to marched up to Dave, presented him with the invite and the envelope it had been enclosed in, and then turned to Erik and snapped, "I TOLD you NOT to open it!"... Erik just looked at her sheepishly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "What???"

PMSL, now why do you suppose I have the feeling we just got a glimpse of Erik's married life? Of his "type" of girl (I mean besides the fact that none of his girl friends have been wilting wallflowers), LOL... Marrying his mother, not much!

Monday, August 18, 2008

The dental debacle...

Well, this whole broken tooth thing with Dave hasn't exactly reassured either of us that dental practices have improved much in the past 25-35 years...

Dave went off to see his parents recommended dentist and came home with tooth in tact three weeks ago because he had an infection which needed to be cleared up before any procedure could be undertaken...

He was scheduled to see the dentist again a fortnight later, and in the meantime he needed to get full mouth xrays, despite having had xrays at the dentist office on the morning of that initial appointment...

So, last Monday he went back again. Only to return home again with the tooth in tact. The repeat prescription for the ABs he's already had before seeing the dentist the first time hadn't done anything much to the infection (though Dave wasn't feeling the symptoms of that infection anymore, thank goodness). Dave had already suggested to the dentist at the previous appointment that it might be a good idea to prescribe a new variety of ABs seeing as they hadn't managed to clear up the infection first time around, but the dentist didn't seem to think that was necessary, then...

As well as the infection still being present, the new xrays revealed that the roots of the broken tooth were invading Dave's antrum on that side of his face, and so the dentist didn't feel confident doing the extraction himself, as he felt he might cause more damage than anything else. So, he gave Dave the new AB prescription he'd asked for the previous fortnight, and referred Dave to a dental surgeon in the city.

Dave next appointment was for 10.45am this morning... At 9.05am, the dental secretary calls to ask if Dave could possibly get into the offices by 10am - well, no, that wasn't going to happen. So then she wants him to come in at 12.45pm instead because she doesn't want him to have to sit around waiting for two hours because the dental surgeon has been schedule to do surgery at the hospital across the road. So, I call Dave and he agrees, reluctantly, to take the later appointment. This means he will miss the entire day's work... So, I ring the secretary back and she says, "Thank you! If it makes you feel any better this means someone else will get their surgery today!"

Well, whoop-de-doo! And Dave will lose $100 bucks worth of wages, I certainly hope the other person is grateful to us!!!

Oh, and I haven't told you guys the best bit yet... With all this tooing and froing, Dave has totally lost his nerve wrt having the surgery anyway. His plan for today is to go in, let the surgeon look at his tooth and explain to him exactly what she is going to need to do, and how long it'll take him to recover, and then he's going to tell her that he doesn't have time for a such a protracted event atm, due to work pressures (partly true, but sheesh, there will NEVER be time for this)...

I had asked him when he thought there might be time... His brilliant reply? "Mid to late October, after the diaries have gone out..."

Yes, hmmm, one little thing I'd like to bring your attention to there, Dave...

WE'RE HAVING A BABY IN MID TO LATE OCTOBER AND I CERTAINLY DON'T NEED TO BE PLAY NURSE MAID TO YOU WHILE TRYING TO BIRTH AND CARE FOR AN INFANT!!!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Bryn's LOA'd birthday party...

Dave and I were talking about the differences between the boys yesterday, particularly about how they go about "achieving". Erik (like me), is all about the acclaim, LOL. He likes the admiration he gets from doing something easily and well. If he finds something challenging, he is more likely to not pursue it than to keep perservering. He is the one we talk to about how the benefit of sticking with something, and also about how if you aren't instantly a success with something, it doesn't mean you're a failure...

Luey, who is our "little whinger", LOL, often finds things challenging to begin with. Mostly this stems from the fact that he *expects* things to be hard. HOWEVER, he's realised over the years that if he perserveres, he is likely to learn from his mistakes and do better each time he tries. This works out really well for him with regards to competing with Erik, because he seems to understand that when Erik achieves something easily, he then reverts to resting on his laurels because he's already achieved his goal (to be admired), meanwhile, Luey will keep plugging at something over time, and quietly creep up on Erik achievement wise, often outstripping Erik's performance before Erik even realises what is happening, LOL...

Bryn, is a very different kettle of fish altogether!

A great example of this is that back at the end of April, or in early May, Bryn came to me and calmly announced that he was having a birthday party, with a cake, and that such and such and so and so would be there... Then, every day since then, he's reitterated this. There was no question in his mind this would happen, and by reitterating it daily, he wasn't pleading at all, or "reminding" me, he was merely stating the fact that this was something he was looking forward to.

Yesterday, he achieved his goal. I wasn't sure he would, I mean there were time, especially in the last month when I wondered if I'd be bothered to organise it, after organising Erik and Luey's big party as well... But it happened, just the way he said it would. The cake design did change after Erik and Luey's birthday (he dropped the idea of Bob the Builder cake, and opted for Spiderman cake instead) but every person in his "invite" list was there! He was very happy with his achievement, but then again, it was no surprise to him, he had known since May that he was having this party with these invitees...

He truly LOA'd his party this year - a fantastic achievement for a boy who was just two when he visualised his party...

Here are some pics from the day!









Friday, August 15, 2008

Milestones...

Thought I'd blog a couple of the boys milestone...

First one, from Bryn today... His VERY FIRST "Why?"...

It wasn't, "Why is the sky blue?" or. "Why is water wet?"... No, it was far more personal that that... He asked me, "Why do you like Chocolate, Mum?" Oh dear, hahaha, he's an observant little thing, isn't he...

The other milestone belongs to Luey... It's not really a first, but in a way it is... Yesterday was his first day back at school after being sick for a couple of days, and what happens? He gets smacked in the face with a basketball. It knocked one of his loose front teeth out. He was asked if he wanted mum or dad to pick him up from school, but declined (he'd just spent two whole days at home, LOL, so being at school was MUCH more fun!)... So, we got home with the tooth in a little plastic bag and set it up for the tooth fairy. Then he and Bryn and Erik were mucking around the bedroom, wrestling as usual (seriously, it seems like the only thing those boys do anymore), and Erik managed to elbow Luey in the mouth and knock out the other front tooth as well!

So, Luey lost TWO front teeth yesterday...



I have to say, I was a little relieved because the one remaining front tooth was hanging very low after the basket ball incident and he looked like the Snaggle Tooth Lion - I considered taking a picture, and now I wish i had because it was quite a "look". Now he looks much better, actually, with no front teeth. Which is strange because when Erik lost both his front teeth, I thought he looked like a crim, hahaha...

Oh, and the last milestone... Today is Bryn last day as a two year old, so he's a piccy of him (playing "grumpy" apparently, because I wanted to take a photo and he thought I was being boring...)...

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Well, there is sun today...

Such as it is, still coldy oldy, but sun all the same.

Unfortunately, I´m stuck in the house again. Luey was supposed to go back to school today but had a bit of a temp and a rotten cough this morning, and I REALLY need him to be better by Saturday because Bryn´s birthday cake has been ordered, so if I have to cancel the party, we´ll be eating cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner the whole weekend. I´m sure the boys wouldn´t mind, mind you...

I got some fluffy mail the other day; two smart arses (aka bum geniuses) and a twinklelily. The BGs are great, though wider in the crotch than I'd imagined, but I was just having a second, longer look at the Twinklelily, and it's MARVELLOUS!!! It's so trim, and so well cut and yet promises to be super-duper absorbent for heavy wetters, and at under $30 for an AIO, it's pretty good value, too. Cannot wait to try it for wear...

Have also ordered some bamboo and alpaca yarns from the local wool shop. More expensive than buying at the source, but also the benefits of being able to buy smaller samples for small projects. Won't see hide nor hair of those yarns till next week, despite the shop being less than a 10 minutes ride from here, hahaha, but hey when you're stuck in the house, you don't have much choice, especially when nesting decides to kick in...

Really need to get my photos archived off this computer so I can download the stuff sitting on my camera already...

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Longing for Spring...

I have such a deep longing in me for Spring today. I want to feel sunshine on my skin and have warm breezy days, and a green, leafy maple tree in my front yard. I want to wander along the street leading up to the boys school with Bryn riding along on his new scooter.

The cold is really bringing me down this week. Having a cold isn't helping, but I've turned the corner on that score in the past 12 hours or so, and can feel that I'm on the mend. I feel really tired though from the lack of sleep the three night preceding last night... I think all the activity on the weekend has caught up with me.

Luey has my cold and is home sick today. He was out on the couch this morning, but that was just causing trouble between him and Bryn - mostly because they were larking around, so I've packed him off to his bed, and despite his early protests of being "better now", he's dropped off to sleep and is having a long, and hopefully healing nap...

So, plans to go to playgroup today were abandoned and while I really miss the social aspect of talking to the other mums, I have to admit that I really probably do need some down time. I'm catching up on laundry and pottering around doing the housework I routinely try to avoid - despite me always feeling better when it's done...

But the cold from outside is leeching into the house and draining my energy and I just want to go have a nap myself - if only Bryn was able to nap and still go to bed at a respectable hour in the evening, rofl...

The reality of a new baby joining us in just two months time (more or less) just hasn't sunk in. I have nappies to prewash, and clothes to prewash, and I can picture myself snuggling a little newborn, but honestly it just feels like the same old imaginings that I had when I was in the "still trying to convince Dave" phase of this baby... It feels like it could just as easily be a daydream that won't eventuate... I guess it just doesn't feel real yet. I'm sure it will once the baby is actually here...

Spring seems like such a long way away...

Monday, August 11, 2008

Preps for Bryn's birthday...

  1. Order cake
  2. buy traditional parcel the parcel pressie
  3. Write out food list
  4. Buy food list
  5. Get and blow up balloons
  6. Decide on whether or not to do pinada; of so, buy supplies
  7. Wash floors!!!

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Technically, less than 10 weeks to go...

Obviously, none of my babies have been born before their due date, and so the likelihood of going early is very, very small. But putting that aside, I have less than 10 weeks to go, as far as the technical counting of 40 weeks goes. Leah has been doing a big declutter in the past month which basically came to a close yesterdy, and it feels a bit like the gauntlet has been passed as my 'nesting' begins today...

The first job off the rank is a big one. We´re swapping the boys´ room over for the study. We´re doing this to three boys into a slightly more spacious room, but also one that doesn´t face East or West, so won´t catch the early sunrise or the late sunset of summer. It is also the only room in the house with a South facing window, so hoping it should be cooler in summer, and being that it also directly opposes the loungeroom it is more likely to catch the heat from the gas heater...

On a downside, it is the adjoining room to our bedroom, so we´re more likely to hear every single sound eminating from it in the early morning, especially. We´re kind of hoping that being it´s been 3 years since the boys were in there last, they´ll have a tad more sense NOT to jump around on the beds like apes (yes, well, hmmmm)...

The dual purpose of this move will be to do a quick declutter and tidy of both rooms as they are set up, yay! So, by the end of today, I should have two rooms squared away!

The rest of my list looks something like:

Master Bedroom:
  1. Audit wardrobe and drawers under bed; tidy and declutter. Pay particular attention to clearing a space for baby's blankets and paraphenalia.
  2. Set up bed for "count down period"; water resistant layer under sheet...
  3. Wash walls, vacuum
Hall:
  1. Pack storage boxes out to garage.
  2. Sort through chest of drawers
  3. Wash floor and walls
Lounge:
  1. Sort through Bryn's toy shelves; pay particular attention to small toys in the boxes.
  2. Get lounge dry cleaned
  3. Wash floor and walls
Kitchen:
  1. Sort through cupboards and shelves
  2. Clean fridge
  3. Sort through sharps box
  4. Get new filing box from Officeworks (plastic instead of paper this time)
  5. Reassess playdough and paints nook
  6. Clean water filter (get service guy in to exchange old for new).
  7. Wash floor
Bathroom:
  1. Wash everything down
  2. Declutter and clean cabinets
Laundry:
  1. Tidy!
  2. Wash down window sill
  3. Get unmentionables out of laundry cupboar
  4. Get rid of cat boxes
  5. Wash floor
Toilet:
  1. THOROUGH SCRUB - find the ultimate toilet cleaner, because I'm sick to death of the stains...
Genrally:
  1. De-cobweb
Other stuff:
  1. Wash baby clothes
  2. Wash muslin flats
  3. Set up bassinet
  4. Set up baby stuff for easy access
  5. Order Bryn's drawers and trundle bed for under Erik's bed
That´s all I can think of right now...

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Ok, well blogger was having technical issues this morning when I went to post this (at about 9am... Shortly after we got started on the move. We just downed tools, so to speak at 7.30pm - it was solid work in the 10 hours or so between... Have moved the boys into their room completely, and moved all the stuff into the stuff, all the bookcases are done, but Dave's CDs are still on the desk, the computer still needs to be hooked up in there (is missing the tower just now anyway) and there are bags and piles of papers all over the floor (and far less floor space than previous for Dave's brand of "filing" roflmao)... So, still work to do in the study.

It's been a mammoth job to say the least, we won't be doing it again unless it's to move OUT and into a new house altogether... Ok, must go - Dave and Mike are out getting dinner (Chinese and Pizza) and the boys are in their new bedroom trying to kill themselves, or each other, ok, there goes Bryn...

Friday, August 08, 2008

Blergh!

I have a head cold! What a way to start the "home stretch" of this pregnancy!

On a brighter note, I guess it might be a good omen that I won't get sinusitis in the last couple of weeks of the pregnancy like I did with Bryn...

So. Tired.

As well as this, I'm feeling a great need to gripe about the fact that the Olympics are upon us. I've seriously been dreading this day all year!

Did I ever tell you guys that I qualified for the Disabled Olympics in 1984 - Los Angeles (hmmm, suddenly I'm umsure as to how to spell L.A.)...

Well, the reason being that I was in Iceland at the time, and well, Iceland doesn't have a lot of people, let alone disabled people, so all I had to do to qualify was beat one other person in the 50m breast stroke...

I didn't end up going because I really didn't understand the "magnitude" of this honour, and wasn't at all motivated to "train" 5 days a week for two hours every afternoon...

Anyhoo, this pretty much reflects my attitude towards major sports worship. I don't get it! I don't get why the people of this globe are so willing to throw money and energy at the worship of a select few who can run or swim fast, or jump high, or flip around on a mat to music...

People say that the Olympics bring the world together, but I haven't actually seen any significant evidence of that recently. Certainly not with these Beijing Olympics - for China it seems to be bringing more heat and judgement than "brotherly love"...

People say that the Olympics inspires people... To do what exactly? Sit around in front of the telly with a bag of chips and a beer/coke??? In the 111 years since the first modern day Olympics were held, earthlings have become MORE SEDENTIARY, MORE FAT, MORE DISEASE RIDDEN than before they began, so how are they inspiring people to be healthy, to challenge themselves, to achieve great goals???

To me, it just seems like a (not very) good reason to spend money frivolously...

It's not that I don't admire people who push themselves, but do they need to be idolised, given medals, stalked by the media???

And do we need to be drowned in Olympic media hype for two solid weeks???

Bring on the end of August already!

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

The Problem Is...

Picking up the boys this afternoon from school. Erik managed to drag his heels getting up to the front gate. Understandable because I usually bribe them with the promise of a treat if they're quick, but today he knew one wasn't coming because yesterday he was unduly mean to his brother so I withheld the treat, only to have him help himself to it later in the afternoon, and therefore I told him he would not be getting his treat today, in lieu of yesterday...

While I was waiting I was chatting with another mum at the school who has two daughters, and usually these girls are very quick to come to the front gate, but today the younger one - who is 8 - kept her mum waiting even longer than Erik kept me waiting.

We usually walk up to the bus stop together and chat. This mum and I have gotten to know one another over the past year, and while everyone is always friendly to her (the parents of other children smile and say hello etc.), we've kind of bonded over the bus run and over the fact that we both wanted another baby (of a specific sex, me girl, her boy). She is also a new immegrant and the only hajib wearing mum at the school.

So, she was telling me yesterday that she and her dh are thinking of moving to an area with more muslims and a dedicated Islamic school, because her 10 year old daughter should have started wearing the hajib last year, but our school doesn't like it worn with the uniform (WTF? Is that even legal to refuse them that right?)... But also, she said even if they argued the point, her daughters would be the only students wearing hajibs, and she and her dh a worried it might attract negative attention to their girls...

Then today, the younger daughter was slow to come to the gate. Her mum was very frustrated. She is almost halfway through a pregnancy herself and suffering a lot of dizziness with it - she hasn't been well, with low iron, since before the pregnancy started... So, apparently (and I didn't witness this), she kind of hit her younger daughter on the back of her shoulder, and actually missed because the girl flinched, when she was admonishing her for being tardy.

I don't agree with hitting, smacking etc. but have done it myself more times than I care to remember - always out of frustration. The first time I ever smacked Erik was when I was in my first trimester with Luey and feeling CRAP! So, I guess part of me can sympathise with her frustration, given that she wasn't feeling well and needed to get these girls home on public transport etc...

Anyway, this is the point of my post now... It seems someone, one of the other parents at the school, approached her, pulling out some sort of ID and saying she worked for some Govt. dept. (I guess it might have been DoCs?) and told her that she'd seen her smack her daughter and that that is not ALLOWED in Australia...

Fine, fair enough, I don't believe smacking should be allowed either, but last time I checked, there hadn't been a law passed criminalising smacking. I think there is a law against striking a child with an implement, but not with your hand (correct me if I'm wrong, please)... Besides which, flashing some semi-official ID at a new immegrant and professing this to be NOT ALLOWED, so suggesting unlawful behaviour, is downright intimidatory behaviour!!!

Why not just ask if she could help in some way???

Seriously, threatening this woman has not taught her anything about smacking, she merely feels more alienated, more judged, and more justified in her smacking (she was telling me that because Australians don't smack their children get away with all sorts of things and become criminals)...

And this doesn't even begin to deal with the clash of cultures in this situation, or the lack of willingness to see a pregnant woman's struggle to just get through the day etc.

Grrrrr... Anyway, I ended up feeling bad for this aquaintence of mine, even though I don't support smacking as a disciplinary tool, and would like to see it outlawed myself...

Sunday, August 03, 2008

I need download the photos off my computer...

Because right now I'd love to show you guys my laptop propped on two phone books so I don't have to hunch down over my belly to see the laptop screen, rofl... I'm seriously typed this post right under my child, hahaha.

Today, 75 days before my estimated due date, turned out to be the day my belly expanded just that little too much for me to hunch over the laptop without feeling like the baby is trying to pitch a tent under my ribcage...

I'm just done a round of the AB blogs and found a couple of blogs I'm sure I hadn't seen today before today, names I don't recognise. I need to bust out of my insular little shell and get to know these people, hahaha - if you're reading this Kell, or Dit, welcome to the blogring!!!

Next weekend my brother is coming over and we're swapping the boys' room over with the study. That means moving 6 bookcase full of books, dvds, cds, kinds toy and odds and ends, a set of bunks, a single bed, a computer desk, filing cabinet, printer/scanner/modem/router stand, and a large toy box, plus sundries... No small undertaking...

I've also just decided today that we'll be adding to our Bunkers collection...

We started out with the convert-a-cot when Erik was 18 months old (the ILs went halves with us)...



Then we converted that into a toddler bed...



Then we got bunks when Luey arrived... (we didn't have that trundle bed, that is sold seperately)



Plus a single when Bryn arrived... (again the drawers are sold seperately, so picture this bed without the drawers, rofl)...



So now I want to get a trundle to put under Erik's bed, and a drawer set to put under the bunks... We need the drawers for storing Bryn's clothes in the bedroom, and putting Leo's clothes in our chest of drawers (where Bryn's are currently)...



All our stuff is just simple laquered blonde pine, so it all matches, rofl...

The trundle will come in handy in a variety of ways, for sleepovers, or if Dave needs to sleep in the study (because of his snoring!!!), or if we have a visitor (like my mum or brother), etc...

Thank goodness for the baby bonus!

Friday, August 01, 2008

Dear Heart...

Parenting can be such a double edged sword, can't it...

The other day, Erik came out of the school gate and told me he'd just run into a preppie and knocked him over because he just didn't see him (the preppie) because another friend was chasing him (Erik)... Anyway, he apologised, but the dad of the other boy didn't hear the apology and yelled at Erik for being reckless and demanded he apologise again. Which Erik did. Erik was a bit upset that he had already apologised but because the preppie told his dad he hadn't and the dad believed his son (as any parent would I guess) Erik ended up getting into trouble anyway...

The following day, Erik came out of the school yard with a big emerging bruise on his left cheek. It seems that he and a bunch of kids in his class had been playing Tiggy and Erik had been "It" and he'd tagged another boy, who refused to be considered "tagged", so Erik tagged him a second time, and the boy headbutted him in the cheek.

I asked Erik if he'd told the teacher, and he said he hadn't. I asked why not - and explained that this was probably part of the reason why he is often seen as the perpetrator in these kinds of scuffles (because he refuses to "dob" other children in, but they have no issue with "dobbing" him in), and he said, "Because he is just a grade 1 kid, and he's my friend, and he was just annoyed because he didn't want to be tagged..."

Part of me is really proud that Erik has this sort of compassion for others (others not including Luey, I should add, Erik LOVES to dob on Luey, LOL), but at the same time, I'm very frustrated that Erik won't ever tell his side of a story out of concern for getting another child into trouble...

Teenagers and the failing parent...