Wednesday, January 30, 2008
AJ: Schmooey I love you.
Schmoo: Tank Choo (Thank You).
I don't know what it is but something about Schmooey thanking you each time you tell her you love her seems really cute to me.
And then when we have our snuggle before I put her into the cot and I tell her I love her, she tells me she loves me back! Awwww!
I think it's cool that she's only 18 months old and we share that secret.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
And now I'm just counting down the hours until she comes home.
Monday, January 28, 2008
She is tucked up in bed, struggling to sleep due to the anticipation and excitement dancing around in her pretty little head.
I will be struggling to sleep too, but not because of excitement. I don't even know which emotion to describe. The joy that my little girl is so ready to be at school that she wanted to go tonight, pride that she feels so secure in our love that she is ready to jump in boots and all to this new stage of her life, the sadness that my girls are growing up so fast and I can do nothing to slow down the years, or the apprenhensive-ness (is there such a word) of leaving my little girl in a new world to learn new things and meet new people that may, or may not, impact her life greatly.
I don't know if she will have enough food. Weird, maybe, but I'm really focused on this right now. It is one of my biggest concerns that she'll be starving half way through the day. I don't know if any of her old friends will be in her new class even though alot of them are going to the same school. I don't know how I'll fill in the hours where she normally entertains her sister with games of make believe, running races and looking after the animals. LOL I don't know if she'll cry tomorrow or how I'll deal with it if she does.
But, here is what I DO know. I will cry tomorrow probably more than once. I will remember to take photos. I will cuddle her and find it hard to let her go. I will be resisting the urge to be at the gate at 2.30 (if Daddy doesn't finish work because he is really hoping he gets to be the one to pick her up) even though school doesn't finish until 3. Her little sister is going to miss her like crazy! Her room will still be tidy when she gets home from school, well, if Schmoo doesn't get in there first. She will have forgotten about us by the time the first bell rings to go to her new class with her new and, hopefully, old friends.
And this is just another life lesson on how we, as parents, need to loosen the heart strings just a little more each year. But I will never cut those strings. We will always be connected and, I hope, she will always come back to me with any news, big or small knowing that I would always want to hear it.
I just hope I handle tomorrow as well as I know she is going to.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Not only is she taking her antibiotics twice daily, she's still doing the nurofen BUT she's also taking the panadol which is by far the trickiest because Daddy bought the one where she needs 8ml instead of 2ml so she's having to take it out of 2 dispensers. AND. SHE. DOES.
How amazing is that? I just hope she doesn't blame me in years to come should she decide to like "other medicine". I can only hope that the girls are as straightlaced as their Daddy but should they be just a little like me it won't be all bad because overall I was a good girl who just dabbled here and there never really getting what all the fuss was about anyway.
Hopefully the obsessive gene they have no doubt inherited from Daddy will make for great sporting or academic results.
Now, just to update Schmoo had her chest x-ray and the GP has said it's not too bad so he just wants to see her again on Monday and then all should be fine.
Can't tell you how relieved I am on both accounts (GP and medicine hurdle).
Now I really need to clean my house...
Monday, January 14, 2008
That's right I really am the nerd I thought I was.
However, not nerdy enough I must add to realise that this is the highest score you can get. Nope, the lady at the Uni had to let me in on that little secret. For some reason I was comparing it to a Distinction and thinking there was one more above it. Don't get me wrong I was ultra-happy in my thinking but imagine my surprise when I was told I was a top of the class, A-grade nerd!!!
Yay for me!
Today, after 2 days of extremely concerning high temps with our little Schmoo I rang the surgery to find out if they could possibly fit us in. He was, as usual, totally booked out which just proves how great he is. You normally can't get in for a week. Anyway, they told me to come down after 2 in the hope they could squeeze us in between patients.
Alas, when we arrived we were told he already had his extra patients for the day and, normally wouldn't see any more than his specified maximum but they would check with him (as we're regulars) and let me know. 15 minutes later after a mad dash from the toilet - yes I thought I was going to be there for at least an hour so figured a nappy change with Schmoo was in order to avoid totally offending the good doctor should he be kind enough to see us (it was assault on the senses let me assure you!) - we were in and he was, as usual, so kind to the girls and quick to assess.
Now, I have to give you this information so that you will see why I was almost a blubbering mess by the end of the visit. He is a funny guy. We normally have a good ole laugh about something throughout the visit. He was his normal, easy going self while he gave out the prognosis of an ear infection, only one side and then, he put the stethoscope to her back. He took the stethoscope off, and went seriously quiet only asking me one question. Did I have private health insurance?
I replied with a No. Should I? but he didn't respond and was on the phone to the paedatrics specialist at the hospital. Finally, while he was on hold, he advised me that she had a slight case of pneumonia and he was worried that, although she already had the cough before her dip (read I thought she was drowning) in the pool, it might be cause for concern so he needed confirmation as to the next course of action. He thought she may need to go to the hospital to be assessed.
I was almost crying. My poor baby girl. I had worried it was serious and shook it off because she seemed so fine once her temp went down. Lucky for me, my husband had suggested I still take her to see him this afternoon even though her temp was almost normal, just in case. Instincts? Much?
So, the specialist confirmed that a course of antibiotics should be fine and her little pool incident shouldn't have a great impact on what was happening now as she hadn't been in the water long enough (about 30 seconds would be my estimate). So, a course of antibiotics, a chest x-ray and another appointment on Wednesday (he is booked out but will fit us in) should hopefully see us through the worst of it.
But, getting back to the original statement. I just love that he NEVER makes me feel like I'm over-reacting, which, obviously in this case I wasn't but even if I was he would never suggest it.
Now, we've come along way since the days of not being able to give Schmoo medicine. As some of you probably read back here it's been quite the mission to get any medicine into our Miss Schmoo. But, I am pleased to say that the majority of the time now she will take it. It's still not easy and there's still alot of begging for the most part but normally there is no pinning her down or holding her nose.
Still on top of the panadol and nurofen we have 3ml of antibiotics to give her twice daily and I gotta tell ya. I'm a little sceptical as to how she'll handle it all. Really hoping I'm over-reacting now!
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Okay, quoting our good friend Avril in the title would suggest I have been listening to her far too often of late.
So, anyway, I stumbled across this tonight and, although I have seen it before, I still laughed the whole way through. TWICE.
This is such a cute video. And is it not the best sound in the world? The giggles of a child that really thinks you're THAT funny.
Anyway, they are asleep is my point and I'm sitting here wide awake and have been since 4.30am! WTF? Got up to give Schmoo her dummy and my brain has been on rapid thought process ever since.
I. SHOULD. BE. ASLEEP.
Eh. I'll make a cup of tea instead.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
I must say possibly the cutest thing that Schmoo has done this past two weeks is started saying "it raayynin, pour-ning". Can you tell we've had alot of rain? She also has started to say "mine" and "NO!" ALOT!!! She has learned that jumping from the coffee table to the couch IS a sport within itself and certainly makes a great substitute for the tampleen (trampoline for those of you not in the baby way of speak) together with getting Daddy to "Wing! Wing!" He swings the girls so high that I fear the onset of altitude sickness.
The girls have loved having their Daddy home for 2 weeks even amongst all the fighting. And I must say I have enjoyed having him here too, but sssh. Don't tell him that!