It was inevitable really seeing as pretty much every other child at nursery has had Chicken Pox in the last 8 weeks. I was starting to believe my theory that vegetarians don’t get chicken pox for a while, but on Tuesday MasterB came home with suspicious looking spots.
We were quite lucky with the timing really, we just managed to get to his latest ENT appointment on the Tuesday before we spotted the spots. The ENT declared his ears free of infection and finally agreed to book him in for Grommet surgery (provisional date 21st May ). This is a huge relief as it has taken us about 4 months and 5 lots of antibiotics to shift the latest ear infection and we are desperate to get his glue ear sorted and hopefully improve his speech.
But back to the spots… By bedtime on Tuesday it was pretty obvious that it was definitely chicken pox and so our solitary confinement had begun. To be honest, so far (8 days into the pox) MasterB hasn’t really suffered much with the chicken pox itself, he’s probably had around 150 spots in total and with constant dosing of Piriton Syrup and liberal applications of Eurax cream he has been quite happy. We’ve been trying every trick in the book – porridge baths, bicarb of soda in the bath etc and it all seems to be working although my cleaner is probably a little worried by all the “ingredients” lined up in the bathroom
The main issue we have had (not surprisingly) it that on Wednesday the blasted ear infection reappeared, just 12 hours after the ENT consultant told us it all looked clear and the perforation was healing! Apparently it can happen as a secondary infection with chicken pox so OF COURSE MasterB was going to get that! After a phone call to our GP we were prescribed more antibiotics (the first induced sick, the second prescription is currently being tolerated) and we are now desperately hoping that this infection won’t take another four months to clear, ideally we’d like it to be clear in three weeks time for his Grommet surgery! As an added bonus – we even have the ear infection in both ears this time round (he only usually gets it in the left ear). The poor love has really struggled with it.
So there we have it – Chicken Pox = piece of cake, Ear Infections = hell on earth
Oh and just for good measure, nursery phoned today as MissB had a temperature. It doesn’t take Einstein to realise that the spots are going to start appearing on her any day now does it! I suppose if she gets it now then at least it means they will have both had it and that we can add chicken pox to the list of parenting challenges that we’ve conquered and assigned to history
It’s been a while since I blogged, life is still running away from me at about 1000mph at the moment but I’ve been storing away some cracking phrases from MissB to share with you. There is something about three year old logic which can’t help make me smile
The other evening, I was lying in bed with MissB and as I tucked her in and gave her a cuddle, I told her “Mummy loves you to the moon and back” – which set off a whole conversation about how much that is. Ten minutes later I managed to finally end that particular conversation, but as I walked out of her bedroom these words followed me out of the door.
“Mummy, I love you in the washing machine!”
Another one of my favourites was our conversation about chicken pox. Now we have so far avoided the dreaded pox although it is doing the rounds at nursery and so we are really just waiting for the inevitable. Last week we were watching an episode of Postman Pat where everybody had the pox and it started a conversation. I was trying to explain to MissB that her and MasterB might catch chicken pox soon when she piped up…
“But mummy we are vegetarian and don’t eat chicken!”
Anybody who follows me on twitter will be all to aware of the nightmare bedtime and nights we’ve had with MasterB over the last two years. 2 Years! I can’t believe he is 2 now and you know what *whispers* I think we might have finally cracked it
You wouldn’t think that this rather angelic looking toddler would be responsible for such trouble would you? But seriously… The little darling turned into a complete devil at bedtime, up until very recently I couldn’t leave his room before he fell asleep otherwise he went crazy. This is one kamikaze kid, without a thought for safety he would throw himself out of his cot or scream the house down if he even sensed you had left the room. For a child with vision and hearing problems, it still amazes me how he just “knew” when you left and would wake up instantly from his sleep and start crying. Bedtime usually took at least an hour of sitting on his bedroom floor!
Just a few months back we were still at the point where we couldn’t even put him in his cot and I would have to wait for him to fall asleep on me downstairs before carefully carrying him upstairs and placing him in his cot. The lovely Fi from Childcare Is Fun helped me immensely through this nightmare and we did finally get him to sleep in his cot but it’s probably taken another 4 months to be able to leave his room.
Tonight (as we have done for a WHOLE WEEK now), I placed MasterB in his cot, said goodnight and walked out of his room. Then I got into bed with MissB for 15 minutes to chat before she goes to sleep. Within minutes MasterB was asleep, no crying…just a bit of chatting to himself before falling asleep. What’s even more amazing is that he has even slept from 7pm – 6:30am most nights without us having to get up to him in the night!
I cannot begin to describe how it feels to have a week of unbroken sleep after 2 years of disturbed nights! I feel like I’m on a permanent sugar high at the moment I don’t know what has finally changed but maybe he really has finally just learnt to sleep at last. Whatever it is – I am one very very grateful mummy
As an accountant, I was so proud when MissB did her first sum the other day at aged 2 years 10 months. It will forever stick in my memory as her first proper bit of maths. I’ll set the scene, we were driving home from Durham after just being given a box of a dozen doughnuts for free in town. We were discussing them and the following conversation happened…
MissB: Me like doughnuts mummy!
Me: If you had one doughnut in one hand and one in the other, how many would you have MissB?
Silence comes from the back seats whilst MissB contemplates….
MissB: I’d have TWO doughnuts mummy!
So yes, MissB’s first sum will always be remembered as the time she successfully counted imaginary doughnuts in her hand
MasterB has finally been put under the care of an asthma nurse and they are treating his breathing issues as infant asthma for now. I’m desperately hoping that regular use of a steroid inhaler will reduce our number of hospital visits this winter! Whilst with the asthma nurse she shared a few tips with us on how to get MasterB to accept the volumatic as we (like many other parents) had found giving him his inhalers a complete battle. It’s not surprising really as I can’t imagine having a mask put over your face is a particularly nice experience for a toddler but it’s for his own good and we just needed to make it as stress free as possible for him. These tips have really worked for us and we no longer have screaming fits whenever the inhaler appears, instead MasterB actually comes walking over to me to get it
1. Don’t be precious about the volumatic, let your child play with it, cover it in stickers etc. You don’t want it to be a frightening thing for them so if they are used to playing with it then it makes it a lot easier for you when it comes to giving them inhalers.
2. Play trumpets – this is a game I made up with MasterB and MissB. We use the volumatic as a trumpet and sit playing it together. Even MissB joins in with it. It sounds silly but it got MasterB used to having the mask over his mouth and nose (I know in the photo below it’s not over his nose but we were just playing and it’s getting him comfortable with having the mask near his face which is most important).
3. This one was taught me by the asthma nurse and it has worked really well. Pretend the volumatic is the Ninky Nonk (if you don’t know what that is then you’ve never watched In The Night Garden!), sing the ninky nonk song and pretend to drive it around. It’s a silly game which has MasterB in giggles but whenever the Ninky Nonk comes out, he now comes running over to play with it
Giving MasterB his inhalers morning and night is now a lot less stressful for us and we no longer have battles. Instead MasterB will lie calmly whilst I give him his doses. Hopefully these tips will help to make life with an asthmatic toddler a little easier for some of you too!
Sleep, such a simple thing but oh my goodness it’s amazing what an impact it has on your life if you don’t get enough. I love sleep, it’s probably my favourite past time, we have an amazing bed and I could quite happily spend half of my life in it
I thought I had this parenting lark cracked when MissB was only 6 weeks old and started sleeping through the nights, she still sleeps solidly for 12 hours a night. She must take after me as that girl loves her sleep!
Can you imagine what a shock to the system it was when MasterB the worst sleeper in the history of children arrived on the scene? OK so the first 16 nights were fantastic, although this was due to him being in NICU and me being at home. Don’t get me wrong, I’d have loved for him to be home too but it was lovely to have a few decent nights sleep before the mayhem began
So here we are almost 20 months later, yes you read that right TWENTY months later and we still haven’t cracked sleeping. I don’t know exactly where it all went wrong, we didn’t do anything differently than we did with MissB, he just doesn’t sleep.
It all starts at bedtime, he is a nightmare to get to sleep in the first place. We’ve tried everything going and you can’t leave him crying for long as he has previously thrown himself out of his cot in a rage. At present I’m having to wait until he is sleepy then take him upstairs, place him in his cot and stand watching until he falls asleep. If I so much as take a step outside of his room he is on his feet and screaming. When I say screaming I mean really, really screaming.
Once he has gone to sleep, the waiting then begins. He will usually manage until 2am before he wakes and screams the house down. All I need to do is get him up, take him downstairs and cuddle him and he will go back to sleep quite quickly, but having to get up pretty much every night is killing me! Every night I go to sleep expecting to be woken up within a few hours, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to just be able to go to sleep knowing that you don’t have to get up until morning!
I’ve tried different types of blanket, different lighting, different pillows, different toys and nothing seems to make a difference. I wish he could just tell me what it is that causes him to wake screaming every night. It can’t be hunger, thirst, too hot, too cold, being poorly etc as we’ve ruled so much out. We do get some good nights from him but I’d say he still wakes up 4-5 times a week
It’s been such a difficult journey with MasterB to date but we are gradually getting there, we are working on his eyes, we think we’ve got his asthma under control at last and hopefully his hernia will be resolved shortly. But sleep – well I guess it really is the final frontier we need to crack. I think I’ve always wondered whether his inability to sleep is due to his other health problems and as we are gradually fixing all of those, hopefully the sleep will fix itself!
MissB has an extremely annoying habit which I’m sure she does purely to wind me up You see she knows I hate dummies, we don’t have dummies in our house and I really can’t stand them. Of course at nursery, MissB sees other kids with dodis (as they call them) and she has started to put things in her mouth and call them dodis because she know it annoys me!
The other night however I was running their bath, MissB walks in and we have the following conversation:
MissB: Can I have the lid please Mummy? (It’s a toy saucepan lid)
Me: What do you want it for darling?
MissB: To put in my mouth
MissB: But it’s my Dodi!
Me: We don’t have dodis!
MissB: Me want it!
Me: You know the Gruffalo? (She’s a little obsessed with the Gruffalo at the moment)
MissB: Yes Mummy
Me: He has terrible tusks, and terrible claws…
MissB: And terrible teeth in his terrible jaws…
Me: Do you know why he has terrible teeth?
Me: Because he used to chew things and have a dodi all the time
Me: Yes!, Do you want terrible teeth in your terrible jaws like the Gruffalo?
MissB: Nooo, Me not look like a Gruffalo?
Me: Not yet, but if you carry on playing with Dodis and don’t brush your teeth properly you will!
You know what? She hasn’t put any “dodis” in her mouth since and she has spent much longer cleaning her teeth She’s also started telling MasterB off everytime he puts something in his mouth and telling him he looks like a Gruffalo
I was sat thinking last night about how I have the most surreal conversations with MissB and it will be such a shame if I ever forget them so I’ve decided to share a few on here so that they will be captured forever
On wanting to ride a pony
MissB: I want to ride a pony mummy
Mummy: You need to be a little bit bigger first darling
7am the next morning…..
MissB: I’m a bit bigger now mummy, ride pony today?
On who does what it in the house
MissB: Daddy gone to work?
Mummy: Yes darling
MissB: MissB and MasterB going to nursery? (obviously she uses their real names here)
Mummy: Yes sweetheart, you two are going to nursery and what is Mummy doing?
MissB: < looks blank >
Mummy: Mummy is going to work at home (I do have a business!)
MissB: Noooooooooo < laughs >
On brotherly love
conversation whilst walking over a bridge with Daddy carrying MissB on his shoulders
Daddy: Daddy throw MissB in the river?
MissB: Nooooooo, throw MasterB in the river!
What do you love more?
Mummy: What do you love more MissB, Daddy or chocolate?
MissB: Me loves Daddy!
Mummy: Chocolate or MasterB?
MissB: Me loves MasterB
Mummy: Chocolate or Mummy?
MissB: CHOCOLATE!!! (well that told me!)
Mummy: what do you think we should buy Daddy for his birthday?
MissB: < thinks carefully for a minute > erm a stripey toy monkey!
There is some logic behind this answer though as back in February we spent ages choosing a toy stripey monkey for MissB to give MasterB for his first birthday
Said after she had pushed MasterB over about 4 times last night…
Mummy: that’s not nice MissB, you have to be nice to MasterB as Santa only gives presents to nice girls
MissB: Santa bring me presents tomorrow?
Mummy: No, Santa brings presents in a while but only to nice girls
MissB: Santa bring me lots of presents
The next morning…
MissB: Santa bring me lots of presents today?….
MissB you amaze me every day, you are such a headstrong, independent young girl, you remind me of myself At times you drive me insane with your crazy antics but there are so many things you do that make me smile. I thought I’d share my five favourites with you
1. “me loves ya mummy!” – One day when you’re older you will realise yourself just how much hearing this melts my heart. When we lie in bed at bedtime and you look at me and say this to me, you really do make my day Me loves ya too!
2. Each night before you go to bed, you walk over to MasterB, give him a kiss and a cuddle whilst saying “might MasterB, me loves ya”. To see you being so affectionate with your little brother is beautiful. I know as the years go on you will no doubt fight like cat and dog but I hope the bond you are forming now always remains. In fact I’m going to video you saying night to MasterB tonight so I can remember it forever
3. Every morning we walk into nursery we are greeted with children shouting “hello MissB” and running over to see you. You really are a popular little madam. I love that you always run and save a seat for your “best friend” for breakfast and that as soon as you see him each morning you are all smiles.
4. This is a bit naughty of mummy and daddy but we’ve been teaching you silly songs. Maybe teaching you to sing “thank you for the poo we eat” wasn’t the best thing we ever did, I can just imagine you singing it out loud at nursery when everybody else is singing the right words. I’m going to have to be careful what else I teach you as you soak up new things like a sponge!
5. I laugh so much when you don’t get your own way and you have a tantrum. One day I’m going to video it madam as you look so funny. They never last long as I think you’ve learnt by now that they are pretty pointless and you get even madder when mummy and daddy can’t stop laughing at you.
There are 1001 other things you do which make me smile everyday darling, I could spend hours writing about them Me loves ya! Mummy xx