This weekend has been stressful to say the least. With not only one but two visits to a&e, yes we ended up at the hospital again.
But this time it was with Zack who we suspect had a seizure, which was very scary. For now though everyone’s fine but very tired, it’s been some very late nights/early mornings. And I think we’re all just trying to catch up on sleep and get back to normal again.
So just as a follow up to my last post. I don’t hate being a mother hehe, but we’re all allowed to have bad days and this week has been challenging for sure. But obviously I love my kids and my days with them.
So yesterday ended up being a heart stopper, Jamie lent over the side of his high chair and one of his straps came undone. I saw the whole thing happen in slow motion and as he hit the floor head first I screamed, I thought that was it he’s broke his neck. But then he screamed and screamed, and it’s not often I can say I feel relieved about my baby crying, but yesterday I did. After he had calmed down he started dosing of on my chest, and I sat him up and started walking around to keep him awake, after a little while he seemed fine and was playing like normal. After a few hours he started getting tired again and I put him down for a nap (I was constantly checking on him). But when he woke up he was very drowsy, just tried going back to sleep and didn’t seem quite with it, so I phoned the NHS advise line, and they recommended that he should be seen at a&e within the hour. So of we went. He slept in the car but as soon as we got to the hospital he was wide awake giving big smiles to everyone he could see. I think everyone who saw him at the hospital fell in love with him, and several hours later after he’d seen a doctor and had a couple of observations done we got let home. And he’s all happy and jolly just like he always is. But wow did he give us a scare.
Since I became a mother there’s four different types of days. There’s really good days, normal days, bad days and really FUCKING bad days. On the really good days I start thinking another baby would be a great idea, their so cute and cuddly oh and that new baby smell, maybe just one more and yadayada. Then on the really FUCKING bad days when I’m close to pulling all my hair off, banging my head on a wall and wishing I could hide in a grave just to get some peace and quiet. Another baby? No, NOPE, I’m getting my tubes tied, removed and fucking burning them. Okay so maybe I’m exaggerating a tad, but you get the point – and just in case you don’t, it’s been a BAD day.
Now I’m going to wait for my greasy cheese burger which I will probably regret eating in the morning, but FUCK IT.
End of rant.
And it’s Sunday again and everything goes back to normal tomorrow, Ryan’s back at work and we’re back to our usual routine. I’m planning on making pancakes for lunch just to get a yummy start to the week.
It’s going to be an interesting week, and I’m hoping in a good way. It’s going to be a little busy (as if I’m not always busy, but more busy than usual), but I’m ready for it, let’s hope I feel the same way when Jasper drags me out of bed in the early hours of the morning ?
Anyone else with little ones who has a minion obsession? All three of ours just love the minions and I feel as if we’ve got the minion and despicable me films stuck on a constant loop.
It’s quite funny to watch as Jamie becomes more and more mobile and likes to get involved in what the other two are doing, especially when Jamie starts getting into Jaspers toys – just like Jasper used to do with Zack. And Jasper starts looking like he might pop a blood vessel.
Zacks quite tolerable with Jamie and goes careful around him most of the time, but with Jasper, not so much. And I swear sometimes I feel like sticking my head in the sand and just letting them fight it out (not that I ever would, or would actually want them too but on some days especially when I’ve not had any coffee in me yet it can sound like a good idea). Thankfully they do have their moments of kinda sort-of getting along ?
That to do-list is slowly but surely getting smaller. Today task is de-cluttering, if there’s one thing that stresses me out it’s when things don’t have a place and end up here there and everywhere, organised living makes me all warm and fluffy inside ( OCD ).
Last night we got some new paint for the kitchen. We have allot of grey colours in the house and I am getting a little bit tired of just seeing grey wherever I look. Don’t get me wrong I love grey, but I just wanted a touch of colour in the house so the kitchen is now… blue! And I looooooove it.
I will post some before and after pictures when it’s all done.
This week is going way too fast. And the list of things I need to get done, well it’s not really got any smaller..
But Jasper has been potty training this week, and he is doing so incredibly well. The only thing he struggles with is doing number two on the toilet, but I’m sure it won’t be long before he picks that up too.
Other than that, not much to report, I had something planned tomorrow which got cancelled, but I suppose that gives me time to work on dealing what that to do list..
And I’ve got a confession to make. I spent a little bit of money on myself for some makeup, it arrived today and it was like Christmas (if not better). But as soon as I spend any money on myself I feel guilty. I try telling myself that I deserve to get myself something now and again but the guilts still there nagging at the back of my head.
Either way I’m very happy with what I got and I now got enough makeup to last me for another year (yes I tend to buy makeup like once or twice a year?).
You know when you’ve carefully planned out what to do with the few hours of alone time after the kids has gone to sleep, and those few hours goes to actually getting the kids of to sleep instead? Yeah, that’s what happened today.
Well it’s Thursday tomorrow and all I have to say about that is YAAAAAAAS new episode of Riverdale. And hopefully I’ll get those couple of hours of alone time tomorrow, so that, maybe I can at least cross one little thing of the to-do list.
A couple of days ago Zack said his first long sentence with meaning “I want you too tickle me”, he has picked up soo much in his speech just lately and I am just so incredibly happy for how well he’s doing.
Zack got his official diagnosis Autism Spectrum Disorder in December after a stressful and emotional time getting there. I will be talking about this in my new YouTube Channel that’s coming soon. I’m hoping that sharing our journey might help someone else in the same situation.
Poor little hiccipops is teething again. None of the other two has ever seemed bothered when their teeth has started coming through but Jamie is. Last night he woke up screaming and nothing would help to calm him down, but now it’s pushed through I think the worst is over until the next one.
I am so amazed by how quickly they develop from little helpless babies to little people. Jamie now cruises around furniture waves bye bye, claps his hands, says mumum and dadad. And it feels like only yesterday he was a little newborn constantly attached to me and now he’s getting all independent.