MIA for far too long.....
Hi everyone....sorry about going MIA for SOOOO long, but every moment of every day I find myself mesmerised by this little (well not so little anymore) bundle of monkey giggles.
I'm going to try and make more of an effort to write........ I did say try.
If anyone is interested, I've created one of those hideous "live spaces" or what ever they are called. You can sort of catch up with what's been happening....... and there are heaps of pictures there.
http://theamazingmrt.spaces.live.com
Sorry again for disappearing........
*copy of mass email.
Update on Mr T.... 6 months!
Since the beginning of time (ok...that's a wee bit of an exaggeration) , there's been the great debate about when to stop counting in weeks and start counting in months.
If we were to count in weeks, last week would have been 24 weeks.....or 6 months if you break each month up into 4 weeks.
But if you go by dates, next week, the 2nd of April, will be 6 months..... So I'm splitting it down the middle.....well kinda down the middle... I’m running a little behind this week.
Whether its 25 weeks......or 6 months... It's still hard to believe that it's been so long since our world turned upside down.
It’s also hard to believe that it’s been a full 12 months today that we first knew of T......back then he was just a line on a pee stick, just a tiny cluster of cells. 12 months ago we held our breath, crossed our fingers and hoped and wished, that this time, things would work out.
I should stop reminiscing and get on with the update huh?
Just after I sent out the last update, my Mum called. After chatting for a bit, she says
“Is Tyler losing his hair?”
“Nooooo, he’s not losing his hair Mum!”
“Are you sure? It looks like he’s losing his hair”
“I’m positive. He’s got exactly the same amount of hair as he had when he was born, it’s just that now that his head is bigger, his hair looks....sparser”
“It looks like he’s losing his hair”
“He’s not losing his hair”
Two days later, we were up at the hospital for his monthly playgroup (they have a special playgroup at the hospital for all the babies who go through the nursery. They have a speech therapist, a physiotherapist and an occupational health therapist....yes...it’s all a little extreme.....but back to the story). The play mats are covered with white hospital sheets. Stark. White. Hospital. Sheets. When the first therapist makes her way around and checks T’s....what ever she was checking by holding his hands and having him pull himself up, what do you think was laying there on the S.W.H.S???? A MASS of black hair! Not just a few stray ones.....but CHUNKS of hair! Ok, maybe I’m over exaggerating just a little....but there was HEAPS of hair. My little boy is going BALD!!!
Onto more exciting things...... GIGGLES!!!! That’s right kids....we’re getting giggles! I’ve heard a million kids giggle before, but nothing, nothing has ever sounded as sweet as our little boy’s giggle. They are like a drug. I find myself doing some weird arse shit that I SWORE I’d never do, just in the hopes that I might entice the tiniest little giggle from him. And babble! The kid is constantly talking....to me...to Chad....to the dog....to his toys....to the wall...... Remind me in 5 years when I’m being bombarded with “why is the sky blue?” “why is the grass green?” “why?why?why?” that at one point in time I actually thought his babble was the sweetest thing in the world.
T has given up on rolling as a bad joke. I think he’s put it in his “I’ll deal with that later” basket and is concentrating on increasing the volume of his babble. I think he’s maybe rolled once in the last month.......which I know the gaggle of therapists from the hospital will frown upon us, because we’re suppose to be “teaching” him how to roll. My philosophy is , if he hasn’t learnt how to roll by the time he starts school, THEN I’ll start to worry. He spends tones of time on his tummy, until he gets frustrated at being unable to crawl, and I’m sure, like before, he’s roll again when he’s good and ready.
We had our very first trip to Emergency last Saturday night. After running a temp of 38.3 all day, having had panadol and tepid baths, at 7pm, there was no sign of the fever breaking. Tyler wasn’t in any way showing signs of distress.....he was his normal, happy self......not grizzling or over sleepy, but the temp thing wigged me out a fare bit, so I rang the Child Health Line and the nurse suggested that we high tail it up to the Childrens’ Emergency Room....so that is what we did.
I called the CER just to find out exactly where they were, because we’d only ever been to the Adults ER.
“Oh it’s real easy” says the nurse/receptionist “there’s plenty of signage, you couldn’t possibly get lost”
Well we did get lost........because there was NO BLOODY SIGNAGE!!!
Anywho....we finally get there, T gets weighed, (7.75kgs!!!) and has his temp taken, which, after sitting in the air conditioning for 20 minutes has gone down to 37.7. They whipped this snazzy little baggy thing on his willy to get a pee sample, and shoozed us into the waiting room.... And wait we did. It actually didn’t take long to see the doctor, but we then had to wait for the results of his urine test.....an hour later, it’s almost 10pm, and we’re given the all clear to go. His temp has been normal ever since....cheeky little monkey.
It’s still hard to believe that this adventure started a whole year ago.........a whole year...... Who would have thought we’d ever get this far........
Our little boy has completed us.......
I’d better be off....
Talk to you all soon
Lots of love and kisses Chan, Chad and the Amazing Mr T
I'm going to try and make more of an effort to write........ I did say try.
If anyone is interested, I've created one of those hideous "live spaces" or what ever they are called. You can sort of catch up with what's been happening....... and there are heaps of pictures there.
http://theamazingmrt.spaces.live.com
Sorry again for disappearing........
*copy of mass email.
Update on Mr T.... 6 months!
Since the beginning of time (ok...that's a wee bit of an exaggeration) , there's been the great debate about when to stop counting in weeks and start counting in months.
If we were to count in weeks, last week would have been 24 weeks.....or 6 months if you break each month up into 4 weeks.
But if you go by dates, next week, the 2nd of April, will be 6 months..... So I'm splitting it down the middle.....well kinda down the middle... I’m running a little behind this week.
Whether its 25 weeks......or 6 months... It's still hard to believe that it's been so long since our world turned upside down.
It’s also hard to believe that it’s been a full 12 months today that we first knew of T......back then he was just a line on a pee stick, just a tiny cluster of cells. 12 months ago we held our breath, crossed our fingers and hoped and wished, that this time, things would work out.
I should stop reminiscing and get on with the update huh?
Just after I sent out the last update, my Mum called. After chatting for a bit, she says
“Is Tyler losing his hair?”
“Nooooo, he’s not losing his hair Mum!”
“Are you sure? It looks like he’s losing his hair”
“I’m positive. He’s got exactly the same amount of hair as he had when he was born, it’s just that now that his head is bigger, his hair looks....sparser”
“It looks like he’s losing his hair”
“He’s not losing his hair”
Two days later, we were up at the hospital for his monthly playgroup (they have a special playgroup at the hospital for all the babies who go through the nursery. They have a speech therapist, a physiotherapist and an occupational health therapist....yes...it’s all a little extreme.....but back to the story). The play mats are covered with white hospital sheets. Stark. White. Hospital. Sheets. When the first therapist makes her way around and checks T’s....what ever she was checking by holding his hands and having him pull himself up, what do you think was laying there on the S.W.H.S???? A MASS of black hair! Not just a few stray ones.....but CHUNKS of hair! Ok, maybe I’m over exaggerating just a little....but there was HEAPS of hair. My little boy is going BALD!!!
Onto more exciting things...... GIGGLES!!!! That’s right kids....we’re getting giggles! I’ve heard a million kids giggle before, but nothing, nothing has ever sounded as sweet as our little boy’s giggle. They are like a drug. I find myself doing some weird arse shit that I SWORE I’d never do, just in the hopes that I might entice the tiniest little giggle from him. And babble! The kid is constantly talking....to me...to Chad....to the dog....to his toys....to the wall...... Remind me in 5 years when I’m being bombarded with “why is the sky blue?” “why is the grass green?” “why?why?why?” that at one point in time I actually thought his babble was the sweetest thing in the world.
T has given up on rolling as a bad joke. I think he’s put it in his “I’ll deal with that later” basket and is concentrating on increasing the volume of his babble. I think he’s maybe rolled once in the last month.......which I know the gaggle of therapists from the hospital will frown upon us, because we’re suppose to be “teaching” him how to roll. My philosophy is , if he hasn’t learnt how to roll by the time he starts school, THEN I’ll start to worry. He spends tones of time on his tummy, until he gets frustrated at being unable to crawl, and I’m sure, like before, he’s roll again when he’s good and ready.
We had our very first trip to Emergency last Saturday night. After running a temp of 38.3 all day, having had panadol and tepid baths, at 7pm, there was no sign of the fever breaking. Tyler wasn’t in any way showing signs of distress.....he was his normal, happy self......not grizzling or over sleepy, but the temp thing wigged me out a fare bit, so I rang the Child Health Line and the nurse suggested that we high tail it up to the Childrens’ Emergency Room....so that is what we did.
I called the CER just to find out exactly where they were, because we’d only ever been to the Adults ER.
“Oh it’s real easy” says the nurse/receptionist “there’s plenty of signage, you couldn’t possibly get lost”
Well we did get lost........because there was NO BLOODY SIGNAGE!!!
Anywho....we finally get there, T gets weighed, (7.75kgs!!!) and has his temp taken, which, after sitting in the air conditioning for 20 minutes has gone down to 37.7. They whipped this snazzy little baggy thing on his willy to get a pee sample, and shoozed us into the waiting room.... And wait we did. It actually didn’t take long to see the doctor, but we then had to wait for the results of his urine test.....an hour later, it’s almost 10pm, and we’re given the all clear to go. His temp has been normal ever since....cheeky little monkey.
It’s still hard to believe that this adventure started a whole year ago.........a whole year...... Who would have thought we’d ever get this far........
Our little boy has completed us.......
I’d better be off....
Talk to you all soon
Lots of love and kisses Chan, Chad and the Amazing Mr T
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