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Besties with God

7 Aug

Today Henry became BFF with God. Everything went well – the service was perfect, Henry was better behaved than an angel, and it was so lovely to spend some time with friends. We even managed a public breastfeed and the little dude was so hungry he latched himself on piranha style the second we sat down. Success!

And now we’re home, enjoying the rest of our Sunday in our PJ’s. Perfect way to spend a wintery day. All in all it feels like we’ve reached a turning point, a time when life is starting to become more normal. A time when we can actually start to do stuff and go places without everything falling to pieces. And if nothing else this Sunday that’s certainly something we can thank God for.

Admission #2

22 Feb

Two hospital admissions in a little over two weeks… that’s got to be some sort of record, right? This time, rather than wetting myself (which I actually did just a little, in between bouts of vomit), I managed to plaster my dear brother’s toilet in all sorts of chunks and smells while visiting my family for the weekend. No-one else was sick, unless you count the dry retching episode my brother inevitably experienced as he cleaned up after me, so I’ve no idea what caused it. But if rinsing out a bucket of vomit isn’t brotherly love, I don’t know what is.

Anyway, after freaking out that I’d actually vomited up Henry, or squished him to a pulp with all the cramping, we decided that the best thing to do would be to organise a family trip to the local hospital. Mum got to see Henry on an ultrasound which was super cool for her and I got a big fat bag of fluids and some drugs that knocked me out for a few hours. My sister-in-law drove us which was a super smart move on her part as it meant she missed most of the cleanup. And then, $170 later I was discharge with a mighty big bruise that makes me look like a pregnant intravenous drug user. Oh, and a handful of codeine to complete the picture.

Not exactly the trip home I was hoping for.

But what I found most amusing about this whole episode was that the doctor barely spoke to me. He kept on directing all his instructions to my mum. I’m not sure why – perhaps I looked especially incompetent that day (I did, after all, turn up with splotches of vomit all over me). While I tried my best to appear attentive and look capable of following highly complex instructions such as ‘drink some gatorade when you get home’, clearly I was channeling stupid because lovely though he was, this doctor wasn’t trusting me with a paper cup, let alone a blister pack of pain killers. Mind you, considering the fact that I found a roll of toilet paper in the fridge the other day, perhaps this was for the best.

All in all it was a good trip home. A bit more eventful than I’d bargained for but I got hugs from my mum, laughed with my brothers, and started getting my butt kicked by my sister-in-law playing Words with Friends. I even came home with a bag full of home-grown garlic and a bunch of now suspiciously fragrant baby stuff.

And now, I’m back at work. I’ve only got nine more weeks of full-time work left, and about nine months worth of work to do in that time – more if I continue to procrastinate on here. More importantly, there are only 13 weeks left until I go on maternity leave, 17 weeks before Henry arrives… and 20 weeks ’til the final Harry Potter movie! Hurrah! Let the countdowns begin!