I know this blog is meant to be about lovely things, but today I just need to vent a bit before I get to the loveliness. Please don't be angry.
The thing is ...
I have glandular fever.
Yesterday morning, a week of faintness, strange chest pains and difficulty breathing culminated in The Least Rushed Trip To Emergency Of All Time.
It is impossible to rush to Emergency with a baby. It is impossible to rush ANYWHERE with a baby.
Before we left, we had to wait for Tiger to wake up, take her milk and then her "yummies" (happy code name for "solids"), pack two more feeds, a change of clothes and nappies, change her, change her again when she did a Stinky Malinky (happy code name for "poo"), load her and her bags into the car ...
All of this meant if it actually had been a real emergency I would probably have been dead. But at least Tiger would have a clean tee shirt if she spilled.
Anyway, to cut a long and boring tale of hospital tribulations short, We arrived, I was rushed in because I was woozy, I had many tests, over many hours, and was finally told I am not dying but I do have advanced glandular fever and there is no treatment except bedrest.
Bedrest.
With a seven month old wiggly Tiger to look after.
So, basically ... FFS.
Also, the toilet is completely broken. So I now have to arrange getting that fixed while "bedresting" and looking after Tiger. FFS.
Also, I'm meant to organise a builder and plasterer to fix up the candy pink house before it goes on sale. While "bedresting" and looking after Tiger and organising a plumber. FFS.
Also, in order for the builder to do what he has to do, we have to completely clear out the spare room. Which is currently filled with furniture and boxes. Depending on when he can come, I may need to do this myself. While "bedresting" and looking after Tiger and organising a plumber, builder and plasterer. FOR FISH FINGERSING SAKE!!!
Right. Thatisall. Having got that off my (still very sore) chest, on to some loveliness.
Tiger.
Yesterday, Tiger was the Best Baby Of All Time.
While Cackle Mummy was being poked and prodded at the hospital, Tiger hung out with Daddy Bear, napped and woke and played and fed and napped and woke and got changed in a weird bathroom, and played, and all of this without a single grizzle. For hours.
All of the above Fish Fingersing stuff matters not a jot when compared with the Lovely That Is Tiger.
I am so thankful for her. Today and every day. She is the bee's knees.
~ Love, Miss Cackle
PS. For more FFS, go to Dear Baby G
3 comments:
Hope you get better very soon. Good luck with the bed rest!!
Hi miss cackle, reading your blog for the first time. That sounds terrible i hope u get better soon xx
When you have a baby and you find yourself sick, or just in need of an extra pair of hands you will quickly discover you can't be independent or planned or even organised sometimes.
You will need to call on your friends to assist in helping with things like cleaning out the spare room etc.
You will need to call on your neighbours (get to know the good ones) to help you get quickly to emergency in emergencies - particularly if Daddy can not be contacted.
You will need to ask for help and not feel guilty about it.
It took me about 4 years to discover this.... but once you do it is much easier to involve friends in your times of need.
Ask for help, have time out, even if it is just a nanna nap a day for yourself.
Hope you get better soon.
Kind thoughts and wishes an avid online reader.
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