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Doctor Shopping...

Haven't blogged in a few days, not because I have nothing to blog about, quite the contrary, I have too many things to blog about and can't choose which to do first, so expect a couple of blog posts today...

This one is about doctor shopping. You've heard the term; it is loosely connected with people who go from doctor to doctor to gain multiple prescriptions - usually to abuse themselves or to sell as a money spinner.

Another way I have heard this term used is with regard to seeking the care of one doctor after another until you get the care you are looking for - often in relation to seeking a particular kind of diagnosis or answer to a question.

Sometimes it is just a matter of getting a second opinion when the first opinion doesn't ring true. Sometimes though it's about getting a fourth, or twentieth opinion. Usually, a lot of doctor shopping reflects poorly on the patient because they are viewed as refusing to accept what several doctors have told them. It s a …

Lovely Weekend...

Erik has his year 7 camp coming up this week and it will be at the beach with lots of water based activities. So, last week, his year 7 cohort were assessed as to their swimming abilities. Out of 99 kids, only two could not swim, Erik was one of those two.

I have always loved swimming and back in the early 80s I qualified for the Icelandic Para Olympic swim team which was going to the Los Angeles summer games. I didn't end up going because I didn't want to do the training (I had absolutely no foresight, but then again I was only 12).

So, to have children who can't swim is quite strange for me. None of the boys can swim. The older three have been to swimming lessons through the school when we could afford them (which was only once or twice) and Erik and Lukas have also done a week long intensive at a local pool one summer, but they just didn't seem to get very far with learning water survival skills. I was quite disappointed to have spent 100s of dollars and still the b…

Rhythms...

With less than a week left of February, I find myself doing a bit of a stocktake. We're almost half way through term one. It's really hard to grasp that fact, I have to tell you, it still feels like we've only just gotten started, but by the end of March we'll be heading into the Easter holidays and term two will be looming large.

Ari is home today. He has the sniffles and after the Whooping Cough incident at kinder, and even though he was on antibiotics, I am reticent to send him to kinder with a runny nose, lest other parents don't take kindly to it.

He had a rough day on Wednesday. He apparently was touching other kids faces and even scratching kids at kinder. It was his first afternoon session and he's not at his best after lunch even at home on quiet days. As well as this his kinder teacher was away and he adores her, so he was probably not very self-contained on the day. The afternoon culminated in a massive meltdown at about 5.45pm and he was asleep befo…

Progress...

I haven't written for a few days because I've been a bit down in the mouth. Life has felt hard this month, but I'm hopeful we're starting to turn a bit of a corner now.

We picked the car up from the repairer this morning, she seems to be running beautifully. They replaced a couple of electrical relays for the lights, and changed the battery for us. They identified why the fuel gauge wasn't reading correctly, but it's not something they can fix - something was replaced in the car some years back and the replacement part is affecting the reading on the fuel gauge, I don't really understand it. The speedometer and the fan are working properly now. We haven't tested the headlights, but obviously we'll be doing that, too.

The Grumpy Old Man asked if we were to have it independently assessed would it pass muster regarding road worthy? The mechanic said everyone has different ideas about what 'passing muster' actually means, but the GOM stood his g…

Whooping Cough - and why there needs to be a regulation about testing immunity after vaccination.

All yesterday Ari kept asking me, 'Am I going to kinder now?'

He's been twice and he loves it!

So, I was kind of looking forward to him going today, if only to stem the flow of questions about when he would be going next.

At about 4pm yesterday his kinder teacher rang and informed me that one of the kids in his group has been diagnosed with Whooping Cough and because of this and the fact that Ari is not vaccinated - and therefore has no known immunity - he must be excluded for 14 days.

Actually, the Government says it should be 21 days, so I'm not sure why the kinder policy is for 14 days exclusion.

The only caveat to the exclusion period is that if he were to take the anti-biotic treatment available for Whooping Cough, then he could return to kindergarten 5 days after the commencement of the medication.

I did ask if the other kids would be required to take the antibiotics, but of course, they're vaccinated so they are not required to do so, nor will they be exclud…

Life lesson?

I'm sitting here stifling a laugh. It's one of those, 'Well, we are talking about us!' kind of laughs, because, for those of you who read this blog regularly, it isn't surprising to read that one stress inducing event always follows close on the heels of another in a perpetual conga line of 'How much can you handle?'

We spent most of yesterday doing our research and becoming familiar with road worthy certificates, cooling off periods, consumer affair policies and Vic Roads policies. We have been doing a crash course in car buyers rights and dealers rights and the benefit of an independent pre-purchase check of a second hand car.

We have a plan for Clover, so that is great, we know our rights and responsibilities and we still have some hope the dealer with be reasonable, but also know how to respond if he is not. Dealer beware!

I feel good this morning, but at 5pm last night I wasn't on top of things yet and then Erik told us of his early morning adventu…

Our PERFECT day (well, nearly)...

Yesterday was just PERFECT!!!

We got up at our regular Sunday time, and the Grumpy Old Man headed out to get petrol for the car. He was gone a little longer than I had expected, so I was getting a bit toey by the time he sauntered in forty minutes after leaving. Turns out he had decided to go for a little drive on his lonesome. If I hadn't been so happy to see him enjoying the car, I might have been jealous because at that point, I'd only been around the block once!

I wrote up a shopping list and we faffed about for a while before realising it was getting onto midday and Erik needed to be back home by 2pm to be picked up for a hang-out at a friend's house (apparently with teens it's not the done thing to call it a playdate - who knew, certainly not me until I got the eye roll and the, 'Muuu-ummm!'), so I called the mate's mother and told her, rather proudly, that we'd be dropping him off ourselves.

We all hopped into the car and after a 'radio silen…

Finally, I can reveal our amazing blessing!

This is our new baby, I shall name her Clover because of her beautiful green colour - green is my favourite colour, did you know that?

Getting to this point of being able to share this news with you guys has been quite a journey!

It all started last Friday afternoon when my mum rang and ask if she and s-dad could come over for a quick visit. We said sure. They arrived shortly afterwards and we all gravitated towards the kitchen in search of coffees.

Mum and I were chatting about I-cannot-remember-what and s-dad was looking at his iPad, he asked the Grumpy Old Man's opinion on something on the screen and I noticed the GOM's face wrinkle up in confusion. At this point mum suggested I also have a look. On the screen was a lovely green people mover. I immediately though mum and s-dad might be wanting to suggest to us that if we showed MIL, she might just be swayed to get it for us all to use.

But no!

Next they told us they had traded in their 3 year old Holden Omega sedan on this…

Grief...

I'm sitting here listening to sad songs and crying.

I'm grieving.

Nothing horrible has happened, I am grieving the loss of my resilience.

I think I just feel really, really old all of a sudden today.

Things didn't turn out how I had hoped. It's really not a big drama, things will be fine, but what I realised when I came home and took to my bed (my natural response to stress and disappointment) is that I felt scared and sad.

I had a sleep, and woke up groggy and hungover from the adrenalin roller coaster of this week.

Since then I've been holding back tears - and then I turned on SmoothFM, I've got to tell you that's good radio station for crying - and the flood surged forward because it dawned on me that I've lost my resilience.

People aren't born with resilience, it is something we develop - hopefully as children, but it often happens later - when we learn that we are okay even when things don't go our way. Parents teach resilience to their chi…

I didn't think I was one of those parents, but...

I didn't think I was the kind of parent who boxed my children into categories, but this week I've had two close shaves with doing this.

I think it's probably human nature - we want to categorise things so we can say, 'That is safe and that is dangerous.' You know, essentially, at its base categorising is about surviving and being able to predict things.

I notice, for example, that similar looking people often have similar mannerisms and even attitudes towards things.

I saw a post on a parenting forum this week asking if naming a child a particular name influences their personality. On the face of it, we scoff and saying, 'Of course not!' But often when choosing names for our kids we avoid names of children we have not liked so much in the past - teachers, in particular, struggle with this. We do this because we can't help but think that a child with the same name as a little bully might become a little bully.

I've seen lots of discussions about labe…

Oops... Sorry!

Okay, so you're probably here to find out what I was going to announce today.

Really sorry to disappoint you but it may be that even mentioning we had exciting news jinxed us just a little because the 'day of telling' has been postponed to Friday.

Yes, I'm disappointed too. Though a postponement is still okay because at least, as far as we know right now, everything is fine and everything will work out still - there is really no reason to think it won't except that we've had so many things not work out at the last minute and are very much gun-shy.

In other news...

Ari starts kinder on Friday - so Friday is now a jam pack day of lots of emotions zinging around...

Probably not ideal for a four year old who has never been anywhere without at least one of his parents or one of his brothers.

This realisation dawned on me a few days ago. This child has never been anywhere without one of us - his nearest and dearest - as support. By the time Bryn started kinder, he ha…

Three more sleeps!

We have some HUGE news - but I can't tell you all just yet...

We had a bit of a shock on Friday, something completely and utterly unexpected happened. Something we could never have predicted but something which will change our lives quite substantially.

On Wednesday it will all become real - I hope - but until then I can't tell you guys all about it for fear of jinxing it.

Yesterday was a bit hard, the Grumpy Old Man and I both felt a bit shocked, confused and dazed - he said he felt like he had a hangover, but hadn't touched a drop of anything. I think if we'd had anything to drink in the house on Friday, he might have had a real hangover yesterday...

Today, he's a lot brighter, the shock has worn off and he's starting to get excited and make plans - he's always been good at adjusting when something has happened out of the blue that he didn't plan for and probably would have strongly resisted if he'd been given an option...

Me, I'm a little sca…