First Ever Entry
wow! the last time I ever wrote anything like a diary was when I was 14yrs old. Then a friend came for a sleepover and read it :( and thought it was funny lol.
So what do I write? I guess I can start with a brief intro to me and mine.
Steve: My husband
Éile (pronounced Ayla): my very nearly 5yr old daughter....only 12 sleeps til her birthday and counting lol.
Brendan: my son who is 2yrs and 9 months old. Will be 3yrs old in April (yikes!)
Mum: my mum
Paddy: my mum's partner of 15yrs
MIL and FIL: Steve's folks
that's it. I've no brothers or sisters, just me.
No pets as yet but thinking of getting a cat this year as long as we can trust Brendan not to play in a litter tray
So I guess I could start with my day today, it's 8.30pm here as I type.
Got up at 11.30am! yippee a lie in. Steve said I can sleep late because Brendan has woken me up every single morning this week by climbing into bed beside me at 5am grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr As much as I adore my son, I also don't like to wake up before 7am EVER! He seems to do this in the holidays, don't know if it's because he has a change of routine, if he has to spend more time with his Daddy cause he's at home too, or if he's spending more time with me in the holidays he can't bear to be parted from me.
Had breakfast and lunch together today. Still going on the diet. I have 2 stone / 28lbs to loose. I've piled on all this horrid weight in the past year and a half because of my antidepressants even more grrrrrrrr But thankfully I've had my dose reduced and it will be cut even further in 2 weeks time. Once I'm off them I hope the weight will just drop off....well I can live in hope ROFL!
Suppose I'd better explain why I am on antidepressants...I was diagnosed with post-natal depression a year after Brendan was born, well just a couple of months after he had his big cleft palate repair surgery. Myself and the doc reckons I've had it since Éile was born.
When Éile was born, I was in labour for 12 and a bit hours. Because I had an epidural there is a higher risk of having an assisted birth...Éile was a forceps delivery and because they had to cut me to get the forceps in to get her out, I had a post-partum haemorrhage (sp?). I lost a lot of blood and needed 2 units of blood transfused. For the 6 days we stayed in hospital, I couldn't pick her up when she cried, needed changing of fed because I had tubes and drips stuck in my hand. It was sore when I moved them. And I felt like utter shite. Add to that that I had major problems trying to breast feed her and it wasn't a good start.
Our relationship was vey rocky for a start. If nothing else she is a bright kid, and is never happy to play by herself, she always needs someone's attention. Even when she was a baby she needed someone to play with her when she lay under her babygym! She started talking when she was 9 months old and has NEVER stopped..I blame my MIL's genes ROFL! She is also a daddy's girl which cause probs for us too.
Now she is older, I am well again and she is at school full time we are doing good :)
I didn't see a doc about post natal depression after I had Éile but by the time Brendan had had his cleft palate repair surgery my body just gave up. I couldn't take any more.
Brendan had his cleft palate repair done just before he turned 9 months old. We were told that the operation would take 3-4hrs, it took 5hrs in total. It was hell to put it bluntly. But he came out of it really well, and was home a lot quicker than we thought.
Brendan's birth story is completely and utterly different to Éile's and I LOVE telling people it :)
I woke up at 1am on 26th April gripping the bed in throes of a big very painful contraction. 1.15am, Steve went downstairs to phone his mum to come look after Éile and make a coffee. MIL stays 30 miles away lol. I followed him down.
1.45am I tell Steve the baby is coming, he says no way! We managed to have breakfast before we went to the hospital when I had Éile, he was expecting the same to happen again.
Steve actually has a look and can see Brendan's head ROFL! Good job we had a phone I the kitchen..Steve phones 999.
1.50am the ambulance arrives
1.55am Brendan is born!
I cannot understand these women who want to have an all natural birth...they are off their heads..it is bloody sore! I got about 2 or 3 puffs of gas and air at the end and that was it.
We got taken to hospital, 2hrs later the midwife is weighing Brendan, he is screaming his head off cause he's hungry and she shouts OMG he has a cleft!
What a way to find out! All my life I had been told that my cleft wasn't hereditary. Normal cleft palates have a 1 in 400 chance of being passed on. But because I have Pierre Robin Syndrome and no one else in my family had it before, I was told it was an isolated case. Now Brendan has PRS too and I have a 1 in 50 chance of passing it on. Brendan also has a 1 in 50 chance of passing it on should he decide to have kids. I'm not having any more children.
When I heard what the midwife said, my first thought was oh no put him back, put him back inside so he doesn't have to go through all that I have had to go through. But I would never ever change him for the world. He is my special little boy. This will sound bad but we have bonded far better than Éile and I ever have done. I know you should love both your children equally but I think because Brendan and I have been through so much together we are closer. Plus he is a mummy's boy :)
Oh I have digressed so much!
What else have I done today, Steve put in our new spotlights in the bathroom..well cool. every time we replace something that was here when we moved in...4 days before Brenan was born.....it feels like we are making the house ours :) We have decorated all of upstairs, although the bathroom does need hauled out and totally replaced cause we hate the naff tiles with the picture of swans on them (no offence to swans).
I don't know where my energy has come from these past few days, maybe it's the lack of food on this diet lol. A fortnight ago I gutted every room in the house nad chucked out 8 black bags of sheer rubbish and clutter from the house! Today I started on the last bit of wallpaper stripping in the hall. The hall as been in a state of redecoration now for 2yrs. Still have one last bit to strip and then will get FIL to come and put up new wallpaper.
That just leaves the kitchen and the outside of the house to be done. But that will take time cause that costs far more money.
Then made the kids supper, had quiet time and put them to bed early lol. We've got to the stage where we need a break from the kids after having had 2-3 weeks of them being at home all day every day cause of the xmas holidays. Then we had nachos for tea and chocolate pudding since it's our day off from the diet today..well sort of lol...Steve wanted a pudding that had like 1000 calories per 1/8th of the pudding..i said no way lol!
And now I am here
So what do I write? I guess I can start with a brief intro to me and mine.
Steve: My husband
Éile (pronounced Ayla): my very nearly 5yr old daughter....only 12 sleeps til her birthday and counting lol.
Brendan: my son who is 2yrs and 9 months old. Will be 3yrs old in April (yikes!)
Mum: my mum
Paddy: my mum's partner of 15yrs
MIL and FIL: Steve's folks
that's it. I've no brothers or sisters, just me.
No pets as yet but thinking of getting a cat this year as long as we can trust Brendan not to play in a litter tray
So I guess I could start with my day today, it's 8.30pm here as I type.
Got up at 11.30am! yippee a lie in. Steve said I can sleep late because Brendan has woken me up every single morning this week by climbing into bed beside me at 5am grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr As much as I adore my son, I also don't like to wake up before 7am EVER! He seems to do this in the holidays, don't know if it's because he has a change of routine, if he has to spend more time with his Daddy cause he's at home too, or if he's spending more time with me in the holidays he can't bear to be parted from me.
Had breakfast and lunch together today. Still going on the diet. I have 2 stone / 28lbs to loose. I've piled on all this horrid weight in the past year and a half because of my antidepressants even more grrrrrrrr But thankfully I've had my dose reduced and it will be cut even further in 2 weeks time. Once I'm off them I hope the weight will just drop off....well I can live in hope ROFL!
Suppose I'd better explain why I am on antidepressants...I was diagnosed with post-natal depression a year after Brendan was born, well just a couple of months after he had his big cleft palate repair surgery. Myself and the doc reckons I've had it since Éile was born.
When Éile was born, I was in labour for 12 and a bit hours. Because I had an epidural there is a higher risk of having an assisted birth...Éile was a forceps delivery and because they had to cut me to get the forceps in to get her out, I had a post-partum haemorrhage (sp?). I lost a lot of blood and needed 2 units of blood transfused. For the 6 days we stayed in hospital, I couldn't pick her up when she cried, needed changing of fed because I had tubes and drips stuck in my hand. It was sore when I moved them. And I felt like utter shite. Add to that that I had major problems trying to breast feed her and it wasn't a good start.
Our relationship was vey rocky for a start. If nothing else she is a bright kid, and is never happy to play by herself, she always needs someone's attention. Even when she was a baby she needed someone to play with her when she lay under her babygym! She started talking when she was 9 months old and has NEVER stopped..I blame my MIL's genes ROFL! She is also a daddy's girl which cause probs for us too.
Now she is older, I am well again and she is at school full time we are doing good :)
I didn't see a doc about post natal depression after I had Éile but by the time Brendan had had his cleft palate repair surgery my body just gave up. I couldn't take any more.
Brendan had his cleft palate repair done just before he turned 9 months old. We were told that the operation would take 3-4hrs, it took 5hrs in total. It was hell to put it bluntly. But he came out of it really well, and was home a lot quicker than we thought.
Brendan's birth story is completely and utterly different to Éile's and I LOVE telling people it :)
I woke up at 1am on 26th April gripping the bed in throes of a big very painful contraction. 1.15am, Steve went downstairs to phone his mum to come look after Éile and make a coffee. MIL stays 30 miles away lol. I followed him down.
1.45am I tell Steve the baby is coming, he says no way! We managed to have breakfast before we went to the hospital when I had Éile, he was expecting the same to happen again.
Steve actually has a look and can see Brendan's head ROFL! Good job we had a phone I the kitchen..Steve phones 999.
1.50am the ambulance arrives
1.55am Brendan is born!
I cannot understand these women who want to have an all natural birth...they are off their heads..it is bloody sore! I got about 2 or 3 puffs of gas and air at the end and that was it.
We got taken to hospital, 2hrs later the midwife is weighing Brendan, he is screaming his head off cause he's hungry and she shouts OMG he has a cleft!
What a way to find out! All my life I had been told that my cleft wasn't hereditary. Normal cleft palates have a 1 in 400 chance of being passed on. But because I have Pierre Robin Syndrome and no one else in my family had it before, I was told it was an isolated case. Now Brendan has PRS too and I have a 1 in 50 chance of passing it on. Brendan also has a 1 in 50 chance of passing it on should he decide to have kids. I'm not having any more children.
When I heard what the midwife said, my first thought was oh no put him back, put him back inside so he doesn't have to go through all that I have had to go through. But I would never ever change him for the world. He is my special little boy. This will sound bad but we have bonded far better than Éile and I ever have done. I know you should love both your children equally but I think because Brendan and I have been through so much together we are closer. Plus he is a mummy's boy :)
Oh I have digressed so much!
What else have I done today, Steve put in our new spotlights in the bathroom..well cool. every time we replace something that was here when we moved in...4 days before Brenan was born.....it feels like we are making the house ours :) We have decorated all of upstairs, although the bathroom does need hauled out and totally replaced cause we hate the naff tiles with the picture of swans on them (no offence to swans).
I don't know where my energy has come from these past few days, maybe it's the lack of food on this diet lol. A fortnight ago I gutted every room in the house nad chucked out 8 black bags of sheer rubbish and clutter from the house! Today I started on the last bit of wallpaper stripping in the hall. The hall as been in a state of redecoration now for 2yrs. Still have one last bit to strip and then will get FIL to come and put up new wallpaper.
That just leaves the kitchen and the outside of the house to be done. But that will take time cause that costs far more money.
Then made the kids supper, had quiet time and put them to bed early lol. We've got to the stage where we need a break from the kids after having had 2-3 weeks of them being at home all day every day cause of the xmas holidays. Then we had nachos for tea and chocolate pudding since it's our day off from the diet today..well sort of lol...Steve wanted a pudding that had like 1000 calories per 1/8th of the pudding..i said no way lol!
And now I am here