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Brain, I command you to work!!!

Trying so hard here to stay on top of it all... It feels like the ground is crumbling under my feet.

Called the MCHN to reschedule Thursday's appointment, only to find that the appointment is actually TOMORROW! Ok, so no need to reschedule, per se. Only it makes tomorrow more busy again... Two things on tomorrow, two things on Thursday + shopping for Erik for the trip and packing because we're leaving the house at 6am on Friday...

Ari is very restless today, so here it is 12pm, and I'm still in my jimjams. Jayne is bringing Bryn and Sienna over in an hour, so I really need to take a shower and get dressed. I know I need to do this stuff, but my brain isn't working...

Thank the gods Sienna is coming over, Bryn will be so happy and they can play and keep each other company while I try to organise myself. Dave is home today, as he was yesterday, even though he's supposed to be finishing up at work this week (yesterday, actually, or today). There is some sort of i…

This is the sound in my head right now...

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Is there any wonder I can't seem to do what I need to do with all that static going on???

Gearing up for a HUGE week...

Gawd, I feel tired just thinking about it...

Monday: Poss. visiting a friend with another friend or two, then an appointment with the Hospital Outpatients clinic for a post surgical check up.

Tuesday: All the usual Tuesday stuff, Bryn at creche, Kids coming over for a play, etc. so forth

Wednesday: BaBs or visiting a friend if the visit on Monday was changed to Wednesday, need to find out which day it is.

Thursday: Well, I have a MCHN appointment at 10.30am and an optometrist appointment at 10.45 (rescheduled from last Thursday). Obviously, I can't go to both, so will have to try and reschedule the MCHN as the optometrist appointment is fairly urgent. Then there is a BaBs Inc. meeting at 12.30pm. I also needed to get Erik something a bit decent to wear to mum and s-dad's graduation ceremony on Saturday, as well as pack for our flight to Adelaide on Friday morning...

Friday: fly to Adelaide...

Ok, I'm going to stop now because I'm starting to hyperventilate...

Motivations and misleading information...

It's a sticky topic, birth.

Someone will always be offended, feel attacked, or disagree with what is being said...

That said, something has been playing on my mind this week...

People have different motivations for choosing the kinds of birth they aspire to. Some aspire to have painless, predictable births. Others to simply have a living baby and mother at the end of the birth. Some aspire to have the birth Nature intended for them, whatever that might end up looking like.

Problems arise when people start pushing one another to have the birth they themselves are motivated to have without fully ensuring the other people has the same understanding and motivation as themself. This goes equally for medical and natural frameworks.

Another problem arises when the information provided is misleading, or misguided.

For the purpose of this post, I'm going to look at free birthing. I will say now that I am fully aware all of what I'm about to say could equally be said about a fully me…

Playing with the ant song...

The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah!
the ants go marching two by two, how small they are!
The ants go marching two by two, their world feels big, down there by my shoe
But they can't see the Universe that spreads out before my eyes...

The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah!
the ants go marching four by four, how strong they are!
They swarm en masse; mad and blind, but are no match when I have a mind
to brush them away with barely a second thought...

And I am an ant, I see that too, it's true, it's true!
And you are an ant, believe it or not, you are one, too!
We are all ants, just marching along, feeling so brave and righteous and strong
But no more "in control" than the tiny marching ants...

When loss of status is the rub...

Dave told me yesterday that next Tuesday will be his last day at work.

He is being made redundant.

He was told this just before I went in for my operation 10 days ago, but didn't have the heart to tell me because he thought I would be worried and that it might impact my recovery etc. He did tell my mum though - which I'm greatful for, because to think of him carrying this burden on his own while I was sick (and he was sick) would have made me very sad, indeed.

I'm not stressed. As I showed him yesterday - when he wasn't doing "overtime" - which he hasn't since mid-December - he was actually ALREADY earning LESS than he would receive on NewStart. Yes, the Government provides a huge incentive for people to go to work, LOL.

Dave is fairly confident he'll find work. I'm glad he's confident. Being 50 (in a fortnight's time) and now unemployed, and working in a relatively competitive field (graphic design), he's going to need plenty of conf…

Gosh! I should update before you all give up on me completely!

Well, the operation was a success and I did get my laproscopic procedure - that was 9 days ago. Today has been the first day where I felt anything close to "my old self", and I'll add (as a caveat) that that would be my old self *with* a case of pharyngitis (but as the throat infection was not a direct outcome of the op, I'm choosing to overlook it in my assessment of post-op recovery)...

Anyway, as I've been walking around with my head in a post-op anaesthetic induced cloud, I've decided to share a few pics from the past 6 days since I got home...

First up, this pic is a prized possession now. I've been waiting for almost a year to get these two awe inspiring women in my life in the same room! On the left is my mum, and on the right, my midwife :). Both women are strong women of faith who are not afraid to stand up and be counted when it comes to matter they feel strongly about, I LOVE that about both of them! I see so many other smaller similarities …

Be Back Soon...

Well, op day is here - that is, assuming it doesn't get bumped for any reason...

Some of the realities of it all dawned on me last night. For some reason I thought I'd probably be coming home tomorrow (Friday), if it was just keyhole surgery. However, after talking to mum, it seems the earliest I'm likely to come home is Saturday. If it ends up being open surgery, I might not get home until mid-next week... Hmmmm, I really wish the hospital had discussed this a bit more with me so I had some idea of what to expect...

If you're someone I know in real life, feel free to contact Dave at home and find out if I'm up for visitors - I find hospital SOOOOO so boring, so if I'm not actually unconscious, I'll probably be hanging for a visitor or two!

Gosh, gosh, gosh, gosh, gosh... I'd so much rather be giving birth, I have to tell you!

Talk to you all again when I'm free of this pesky gall bladder...

Stuff and Nonesense...

The other night, about two hours after the boys went to bed, Erik comes out to the loungeroom rubbing his eyes and mumbling something about Bryn being in his bed... We went in to investigate and found this...

Bryn has obviously gotten up half asleep - usually he comes out to get a drink of milk and then go back to bed - and made it as far as Erik's bed (10 cm away) before crashing out...

I've decided Ari will be JUST FINE while I'm in hospital... He discovered Bryn's "pimple" ball...




In preparation for Mum coming to visit, Dave excavated our study (Bryn informs me it's "Dad's Study" and when probed further on the topic, further informs me that I don't have my own room in this house...) and found this set of Ikea drawers that I masacred the construction of a few months ago (before Ari was born)... Dave was set to pack them into the garage, but not wanting to see YET ANOTHER basically functional item thrust into the great vacuous void of t…

Red Shoes...

I LOVE red shoes! Red shoes are fun! Dorothy wore red shoes on her way to the Emerald city! That's pretty cool! I've almost always had a pair of red shoes in my wardrobe since becoming an adult, sometimes several pair. I have had red Mary Janes, red Clogs, red Docs, red pumps, red sandals... Whenever I see someone on the streets in red shoes I think, there goes someone with a definite flair for fun hidden inside!

And of course, I've had to dress my boys in a variety of red shoes and sneakers over the years as well...

Bryn received his latest pair in the mail yesterday, and then last night - while trying to find a suitable jacket for Ari for this sudden burst of Melbourne cold - I found Bryn first ever red pair of shoes... So, today I just had to get a pic of my boys in their red shoes...

Cosmetic surgery for me?

Well, now that I've broken the surgery seal (well, give or take a week, hahaha), I've just set in motion the wheels for having myself a little cosmetic surgery...

GASP!

Yes, I hear you all spitting your coffees at your computer (have you considered a rubber keypad cover for that?)...

No, I haven't lost my mind, hahaha...

I'm not having any kind of lipo or lift or tuck... Rather, I'm planning on having the muscles on my left eye shortened. You see, being completely blind in that eye, it doesn't function autonomously, and over the years - mostly the last five years - the muscles closer to my nose have lost condition causing my left eye to drift slightly outward...

I've mentioned this to a number of friends and family, andout of kindness they've said they never noticed or that it's not noticeable. However, just recently, a few strangers have thought I was talking to them, or that I wasn't (when I was) because it looked like I was looking in a differe…

Fantastic!

What a full on 24 hours!

Ok, after having a minor (internal) freakout last night about how to make sure Ari's needs will be met next week, I pulled myself together this morning and went and saw my maternal and child health nurse (who is, btw, SO lovely, and I'm so glad I decided against my decision to not see one this time - based on previous less than satisfactory experiences)...

She called the ABA for me, and they told me that I should be able to feed after an initial pump and dump, woot!

Then went to BaBs, talked about it all there some more, and was given the name of an LC/midwife at my local hospital would who be able to clue me into the hospital link some more...

Got home, talked my local ABA group leader, and she told me about the same LC/midwife at the hospital and also told me to ring Rodney White at the Monash Medical Clinic to find out about the anaesthetic and breastfeeding. He said that for my procedure, if it was keyhole, I could feed immediately after surgery if I…

Too Great Expectations...

I'm not really sure what I was expecting as Dave and Ari and I headed off for my pre-admission appointment at the hospital yesterday, but when I got home I felt dazed and confused and sorely disappointed at the whole experience.

Everyone had been very nice, and in fact, they'd fast tracked us through the process, which was a godsend (I heard several elderly patients complaining about having been waiting around for 6 hours for consults, and we were in and out in just 2.5 hours)...

However, when I got home, I realised they had been so very efficient that I hadn't had a chance to ask any questions and still didn't know how long I could expect to be in the hospital, what do to with regard to breastfeeding Ari, where in the hospital I might be post-operatively, whether or not I'd have the support of lactation consultant or any of other things I might have wanted to know...

What I did know what that, as far as they were concerned, Ari really doesn't factor into my care …

Homework in primary school...

I've long railed against the injustice of homework during the primary school years, or even beyond. Arguing that enough time was spent sitting passively at a desk during school hours without adding the same to the after school hours at home...

This is the first year (grade 3) that Erik has had homework and, quite frankly, I've been dreading it! I'm philosophically opposed to homework, to forcing children to spend their time doing stuff they themselves are not motivated to do, and to making the parent the "slave driver" in the relationship in order to make sure homework is handed in and on time...

So, anyway, the first week at school, Erik brings home his homework book for this term. At the front of the book is a grid of 15 exercises. These of these are bolded and are "compulsory". then of the remaining 12, he is supposed to choose a further three to do. If he WISHES, he may do as many of the remaining 9 exercises as takes his fancy, and although not …