We are on the move

After much consideration of a lot is issues Jamie and I have decided its time to move house, our lease was up and we decided its time we upgraded to a more suitable modern house. Hooray we found a nice big 4 bedroom house which is big enough to have a toy room too 🙂

So it’s full steam ahead for the next fortnight packing, cleaning and getting organized! I really HATE moving, it’s so stressful and thinking about everything we have to move makes me feel sick!! But I have to remind myself if its all for the greater good and once we are there I have a new blank canvas of a house to make into a beautiful loved family home 🙂


Home Birth versus Hospital Birth

So this video was aired tonight on a current affairs project
Video link to home birth v hospital birth story
While normally I wouldn’t make a posting as controversial as this as on the outset I would like to say I’m a very pro-choice individual and believe that people have the right to choose how they live their lives and raise their children…..but something about this story has ignited a fire in me where I feel like I need my opinion stated.

I believe that some of the statements in the story are true on both sides….firstly the pro home birth side that a woman has the right to choose her own birthing journey and again then on the pro hospital birth side that a child’s rights should also be considered. However things on the pro home birth side made my blood boil, particularly that the decision is purely the mothers choice as its her journey! What a complete load of cods wallop!!! A baby is made by two people and when those 2 people make a decision together to raise this child then the birthing decision should also be made by BOTH of those two people. Yes granted, a female is the one who endures the physical pain and torment of pregnancy and birth but they also get to experience the wonders that a male doesn’t get to experience like those early flutters in your tummy, those precious kicks and punches that come from within so my point is females don’t only experience the negative throughout it all. But back to my point about it being purely the females decision – what an utter load of crap….if a child has been created in love and in to be raised in the same loving environment of these 2 people then as far as I’m concerned all decisions should be equally made between both parties, why should the fathers opinion be discounted because he’s not doing the physical screaming and pushing because at the end of the day that precious baby would not exist without the fathers involvement.

Now back to the original question of home birth v hospital birth? My opinion is you do what is best for your child….that is the simple answer!

Evidence based research shows a higher risk of newborn mortality for those who opt for a home birth when having a high risk pregnancy, so should you have a high risk pregnancy; multiple births, placenta concerns, gestational diabetes, breech or posterior babies etc why would you risk something to go wrong for the mothers own personal preference? Wouldn’t the overall mothers personal preference to have a living baby instead of living with a lifetime of regret and remorse that if conventional birthing with complete medical guidance was chosen its highly likely that the outcomes would have been different.

As a mother I can honestly say that…
There is nothing more important to me than Lachlan.
There is nothing more important to me than protecting him from harm.
There is nothing more important to me than putting him and his needs before any of my own needs and preferences!
So given that this is the primary drive of a mother’s love I can not understand why the selfish choice is made to fulfil a personal gratification choice of having a home birth in a high risk pregnancy! I myself had to have an emergency c-section and had of I not been in the hospital surrounded by the medical and nursing team that I was under constant watch and had the aids of all modern technology of monitors etc I highly likely would have been a statistic myself and left hospital without the most precious gift I’ve ever received.

Don’t get me wrong – i acknowledge that woman have been having babies out of hospitals for centuries with babies that I have survived and some mothers does their research and believe that they are making the right decision and that is their right to do so

….but my personal opinion why why why would not uses the advances in modern medicine and modern technology to ensure that both yourself and most importantly your baby is delivered to the world as safely as possible. My life without Lachlan would be no life that I want to even imagine.


You say nervous, I say shitting bricks

So since I’m pretty much up to day with the major events in my parenting journey so far (despite the Easter emergency department trip which ill get to one day) I can now start my posts in real time.
The title of this blog pretty much says it all…I’m officially freaking out, shit scared whatever you want to call it….tomorrow is D-day!!
We have our long awaited follow up appointment with the paediatric gastroenterologist in regards to Lachlan’s reflux condition. Why I’m so nervous is because last appointment we were heading towards him needing reflux banding surgery. He’s already had one surgery in his short time I’m not sure if mum can handle the stress of another surgery!!

While I will gladly have 2 success stories to report in that his vomiting has reduced to nearly nothing (maybe 1 or 2 times a week) and we finally have a stabilized weight which deserves a massive HOORAY!!
However, he is still regurgitating a lot, and he still has that really deep nasty reflux cough particularly at night time which are both not cool!
I always want to get his development checked out as I feel he is a little behind with his speech and with swallowing which I guess can all be out down to the muscles being under high stress from the months and months of excessive vomiting in a duration that should have been a high development period.
Oh well, no point trying to guess what the outcome will be. I just gotta put on my big girl knickers suck it up and just wait and see what they say tomorrow!!
Owwww it’s gonna be a nervous wait!


The Household Photographers Curse

So today I was doing a mass clean up on the almost 2000 photos I have I on my iPhone….and yes I do mean two thousand not two hundred. And three things became blatantly clear to me
1/ I have an obsession with taking photos of my gorgeous little man

2/ he looks like the same perfect little porcelain doll in ever sleeping photo but I still have soooo many of them

3/ and I am crazy jealous of Jamie! Because I’m the one who takes ALL (and I mean all) of the photos there are a huge number of cute as photos of Jamie and Lachlan bonding and playing together but not very many of Lachlan and I (unless they are selfies where half of either or both of our heads are cut off) so I’m jealous that there are so many special moments of my boys together but so few that include me too.

Oh well they are both better looking than me anyway so they make for better looking photos.

Here a few from the daddy and Lachlan collection……..




















Multi-tasking super mum

I have discovered a multi-tasking way to play and get one mundane chore done at the same time!
Put my swing obsessed toddler in the swing set (which is right near the clothes line) and push him high and fast, as that’s what my little fearless wonder likes. And let him swing down til he screams ‘up’ for more – in that time lag you’ve got a bracket to hang out about 4 or 5 pieces if clothing!

Feeling like a multi tasking super mum as I’ve just hung out 3 loads of washing while managing to play at the same time….three cheers for me… HIP HIP HOORAY!!!



My 2.30am Nightly Mini Adventure

I remember a time, realistically over 2 years ago when I would go to bed at whatever time and sleep through until my alarm went off without even barely moving….ahhhh what a fond fond memory that is!!!

These days, 2.30am (nearly like clockwork every morning) is wake up time being SOOOO busting for the loo I’m terrified I’m going to explode. Post-baby my bladder has never recovered despite doing all the pelvic floors and all that business, post-baby when you got to pee – you got to pee NOW!!

So at my 2.30am interlude, I do the mild frantic dash to the bathroom predominately in the dark an without my glasses to get there.
Along the way it’s like an unusual toddler obstacle course…..sliding along plastic plates on the floor like a skateboard without wheels, stubbing your toe of that bloody ‘vroom vroom’ car that continues to get under your feet, dodging the random pieces of toilet paper on the floor (as unravelling toilet paper is one of squirts current massive amusements) so they don’t get stuck on my feet and lastly walk about 47km around the gigantic pile of washing that is patiently waiting for me to find some spare time to do it! Hooray I finally make it to the loo in time – talk about relief!!


Made my way back to bed and hello middle of the night insomnia – my old ‘friend’ I appreciate that you visited me during pregnancy to prepare me for life with a newborn. However, body my darling little boy is now 18 months and sleeps 12-13 hours a night without a peep so I no longer need this middle of the night bout of insomnia.
So as I sit in bed pissed off that once again I’m wide awake.
Listening to the heavy breathing and farting of my other half.
Listening to the nursery rhymes coming through the baby monitor.
Sit on my iPhone and have all my outstanding turns on my addiction games, run out of lives of candy crush saga and yup still wide awake!
Check out my emails and my WordPress reader to see what the people I follow are up to and yup still wide awake!
Resorting myself to lay down and watch whatever crappy episode of Star Trek is on TV (despite the fact that I hate the show its the only channel we get in our bedroom) I will hopefully drop off to sleep anywhere between 30-60 minutes. If its a shitty night I will even see the end of Star Trek and see the start of Charmed (like tonight!)
On the occasional night I’m still awake at the end of charmed and resort to a cuppa tea and toast – let’s hope I’m not heading that way tonight as Charmed has just started!

Oh to remember life pre-baby when night time was for sleeping and not these little middle of the night adventures!

On the plus side it means I get to peak at my little one sleeping which always melts my heart and makes the exhaustion worth it!