Saturday, November 30, 2013

The best job in the world


I have never worked harder in my life than now. I get up so much earlier than I ever did before and have a lot less sleep. I work 24/7. I'm not allowed to take sick days or holidays and I don't even get paid. I take my work home with me, infact I take it everywhere I go.

I am lucky if I get a lunch or dinner break and then even luckier if its long enough to actually eat the food. I have become an expert at drinking luke warm and sometimes cold cups of tea. I am a master of eating with one hand. Actually I'm a master of doing almost anything with one hand.

I have replaced make up with a new look called sleep deprivation - its pale white, sometimes with tinges of red and comes complete with puffy baggy eyes. No need to apply any products at all, just get up and wall-ah I'm ready to go.

I don't need to wear perfume anymore as I am almost always wearing a new scent known as le babe vomitte.

Some nights I still think I need to set my alarm before I go to bed, then I realise I have a human alarm clock sleeping beside me.

Raising children is a hard job, but it also has its benefits. I get to spend the whole day with my best friend. She doesn't complain that I talk too much. She loves that I am weird (at least I think she does). I get to bust out dance moves for no reason whenever I want. I get to play with toys. I get smiles, hugs and kisses on demand. It's a hard job, but its also the most rewarding one I've ever had.

When I am at the point of exhaustion and wishing for my old job back often something will happen that reminds me why this is also the perfect job. The other morning she took my hand and placed it on her heart and held hers on top of mine while she was falling asleep. And just like that in those split seconds that tiny little gesture melted my heart and I forgot everything else that had happened. The crying, the early mornings, the countless dirty nappies and being covered in vomit no longer mattered. Nothing else mattered.

It is the hardest job, but it is the best job in the world.


Toni xx

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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Mummy Must Have Review | I've got an Ow! Health Diary

Being a mother of a child with allergies I have spent a lot of time at drs offices, the emergency ward and we have been admitted to hospital twice. If you have ever been to the hospital with your child you will know that you end up repeating your story over and over to countless drs, each time having to start from the beginning. Most of the time this goes on and on for hours often into the late hours of the evening (kids never seem to need a dr during normal hours right?). On top of that you are usually sleep deprived so by the time you try to repeat the story for the tenth time at 11pm at night you are bound to forget poignant information like the specific number of minutes between feeding and the time the symptoms first started appearing. Most likely you will be highly emotional and stressing about your child getting help and end up cursing yourself for not being able to recall vital information - which is usually required before they will offer treatment. Each time I'm in this situation I find myself thinking wouldn't it be so much easier if I had a place to record all of her symptoms as they happen.



Well my friends I have finally found the perfect place to record this. The I've got an ow! children's health diary is the wonderful creation of Monique Smart the creative mum who is also the founder, owner and big cheese at Messpots. She designed it after realising (like me) that the children's health record book given out by the government when you have a baby could be better. The blue book or red book (depending which state you're in) focuses more on developmental milestones and issues and doesn't provide adequate room to record everyday or serious health issues that arise. It's like she read my mind. She saw a gap in the market for a comprehensive, child specific health diary where parents can record all necessary health details in the one place. In my opinion this is one of the best inventions for children and all parents should have one, especially those whose children have allergies or asthma. Not only will it save your sanity in those times of high stress and panic, it will also ensure that drs can come to the correct diagnosis quicker, saving valuable time in an emergency situation.

Image: Messpots

I've got an Ow! is a stylish, purpose-designed diary to help parents manage and track their child's health. It allows you to keep notes of symptoms, illnesses, diagnosed conditions and any treatments administered. It can be used to record things such as falls, fevers, allergic reactions and dr or hospital visits, to name a few. You can also store all necessary health contact information and family medical history. It is an invaluable resource for your child's health. It is light and compact enough to fit in a nappy bag or handbag so you can always have it on hand to jot down notes while out or as a reference during Dr and hospital visits. My only regret with this diary is that I didn't hear about it or get it sooner! It would have made diagnosing her allergy a much quicker process. So, I'm paying it forward and spreading the word.





THE JOURNAL FEATURES:

  • Contact pages for healthcare providers (e.g doctor & paediatrician)
  • First aid and children's health resource information for AU/NZ and Canada, US and UK [new edition only]   
  • Space to record relevant insurance and Medicare details  
  • Space to record developmental milestones [new edition]
  • Immunisation records
  • Family medical history details [new edition]
  • Over 85 pages to track symptoms, treatments, ongoing health events and medications
  • General notes section
  • Sheet to store business cards or photos
  • Pocket to store scripts and important paperwork
  • Over 108 pages in total


I particularly like the sheet for cards and the pocket at the back. We have a lot of appointments at the doctors and the hospital and I still seem to have baby brain so I have to write them all down or I will forget them. I usually write appointments on the calendar, but of course that doesn't help me to remember when I'm not at home. The plastic sheet means I can easily store appointment cards so I always know my next appointment dates. The pocket is also great for storing her scripts and important diagnosis and appointment letters from the hospital. It's much more organised than having countless cards and pieces of paper floating around in my bag, which I can never seem to find when I want them.

The I've got an Ow! journal has so many benefits other than acting as your memory for you. Having the information on hand all the time means that you also have a current and comprehensive medical history for your own reference, rather than having to go to a doctor to recall dates of previous illnesses. Recording symptoms over a period of time can also aid you in working out what the triggers are for allergies and asthma as well as other conditions such as eczema. It will come in very handy for us to monitor her allergy symptoms as they are appearing more often and appear to be getting more severe.

The diary can also be passed around so that anybody who is caring for your child will have the health information on hand should something happen while you are not there. It is easy to use so those carers will also be able to add notes should symptoms occur whilst the child is in their care. This is also particularly useful in the case of separated parents where the child is constantly going between parents. There is no need to have two books, you can simply take it from one house to the other so each parent has access to the same comprehensive medical history.

The journal can be passed onto your child once they are older so they have their own childhood medical history with them as an adult. That way they won't need to memorise all childhood illnesses, operations etc. I know I find it hard to recall the exact year certain operations and illnesses happened to me as a child, yet drs always insist on asking. At least my daughter will have all that information at hand when needed.

I am so grateful that I have this diary, especially having a baby with colic, reflux and allergies. We have a long road ahead of trial and error to find out if she has any more food allergies. This health diary will be invaluable for monitoring her reactions and determining any further intolerances, especially when we embark on solids. I will definitely be getting one for any other children we may have in the future. It would also be a unique and thoughtful present for expectant mums.

Toni x


Disclosure - I did not receive payment for this review, but was gifted a copy of the I've got an Ow! diary. All opinions are my own based on using the product.

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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Mumma Bubba selfies


There was a guy on TV here in Australia a few weeks ago whose photos were going viral. His photos were selfies he was taking with his baby where they did matching faces. Apparently this was a new trend that he started. Ummm no I've been taking selfies with my baby since she was about 6 weeks old. Mine just didn't go viral because I never shared them publicly. That's my reasoning anyway.

I'm not one of those internet crazies who has to take a million photos of themselves because they need to be popular or to boost my self esteem. Far from it. I hate photos of myself. I love taking photos (I know this because my phone keeps warning me its almost out of storage every second day no matter how many times I transfer files to my computer), I just don't like being in photos.

My mumma bubba selfie stage started as a way to calm/distract/occupy/hypnotise an usettled baby. I soon worked out if I held my phone above her head with the camera on reverse so she could see herself she would be amused. Thus I had discovered an excellent way to spend an extra 10 - 30 minutes in bed each morning, hurrah! Because nobody wants to get up at 5am, and if they say they want to they are lying.

I include myself in the photos because:

A - We don't really have many photos of us together because we are usually home alone
B - She needs adult supervision so I am always next to her and within the camera view
C - It's fun!

Here's some of what we get up to


















And this happens when she's had enough...




And that concludes this weeks dose of cuteness x

Toni xx





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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Dealing with postnatal depression



Image source: PANDA

This post is very hard for me to write. I have thought about writing it over and over for the past few weeks. Each time I talk myself out of it. I come up with numerous reasons not to write it - I don't want to open myself up to judgement, I don't know if I want people to know that this happened, I still carry too much guilt, I don't want my daughter to think she wasn't loved... the list goes on. Even now sitting in front of the computer screen I am not sure that I will be able to find the right words to express my feelings correctly. I have finally convinced myself that I should write this out and that I should not be ashamed. I don't want to send the message that this is something to be ashamed of.

Becoming a mother did not go the way that I always thought it would. I spent so many years of my life dreaming about this that I had played it over and over in my head so much so it was like I had already lived it. In my dreams it all went well and I was super-mum and had the perfect baby. Obviously that was an unrealistic expectation, but in reality I would have been happy just to have a smooth adjustment into motherhood and a special bond with my baby. I thought there was no way I wouldn't get this so I never feared that I would not be a good mum. It had been my life long mission to be a mum. I felt as though it was my purpose for living and I have always been good with babies so I never had any reason to doubt myself. Until my baby was born.

There were a lot of reasons that lead me to a very sad place. I was warned at my first hospital visit that my family history with mental illness could make me more susceptible to post natal depression. According to the questionnaire they make you do I was only medium risk, but they also said my birth experience would have a huge impact as well. Unfortunately for me my birth experience was incredibly traumatic for me. I think this is when the depression first started to creep in. Nothing had gone to plan in the past - I wasn't able to get pregnant myself, I had heaps of complications during pregnancy and then to top it all off I couldn't even give birth the way I had wanted to. I felt like I had failed. I felt like I was hopeless at being pregnant and giving birth so therefore I would be hopeless as a mum. In reality I had no control over my pregnancy complications or my birth experience so I shouldn't have blamed myself but in my cloud of depression all I could think was that it was all my fault.

I am still ashamed to admit that I did not feel an instant overwhelming bond with my baby. Of course I did love her and she was extremely wanted, but I didn't feel that bond that everyone tells you mothers will have straight away. I imagined that I would give birth and the baby would be placed on my chest, I would hold her for the first time and there would be this overwhelming outpouring of love. Tears would flow as she had her first cry and I wouldn't be able to notice anything in the room except her. My experience was very different.

She was delivered by emergency c-section and it was a very quick, unexpected and drug fuelled experience. When she came out I wasn't expecting it yet. The operation had just begun and I was still in shock that I was having a c-section and wasn't prepared to meet her so quickly. She came out a grey colour and not crying (most likely because of the copious amounts of Pethidine and Morphine they had given me). She wasn't passed to me, but whisked away. I could see her from across the room, but I was so dazed and confused from the Pethidine that I couldn't really focus on her. After a few minutes T brought her over to me, but I couldn't hold her because I was shaking so uncontrollably from the pethidine. A little while later her and T were taken to recovery and I was left lying there on the operating table alone (well except for the 11 or so drs and nurses in the room). Instead of ravishing my new baby with hugs and kisses in the first few moments of motherhood, I was instead lying on a table listening to nurses talk about how they thought they had stuffed up the knot in one of my stitches. It wasn't exactly the joyous experience I had imagined. Nevertheless I went home happy. I had my baby that I had always wanted.

The first two weeks were easy. She ate, pee'd & poo'd then slept. Apart from waking multiple times for night feeds and thus being sleep deprived, life was going along smoothly. Once T went back to work it all changed. I was bombarded with differing and conflicting advice from all directions which made me second guess everything I was doing. I lost confidence in my ability to do things. I was questioning my instincts. I had a very unsettled baby which made everything worse. Drs kept telling me it was normal for babies to cry all the time and get rashes and they acted like I was just a paranoid first time mum. On top of this people were telling me it was my fault. If I was upset she would be upset, but I was upset because she was upset, so it was a vicious cycle of emotions. It all came to a head when I had my second midwife visit.

I had been eagerly awaiting the visit in the hope that it would restore my confidence. She would reassure me that I was doing a good job and I would feel more relaxed. Instead she walked in complaining that she shouldn't have to deal with home visits as midwives should only need to deal with babies for the first three days after they are born. She set up the scales and weighed her then proceeded to tell me that I was obviously starving my child because she wasn't gaining enough weight. When I mentioned her colic she told me colic isn't real and that babies only cry because they are hungry so every time she cries I needed to feed her. I told her that she would only sleep on me so I could never 'sleep when the baby slept'. She told me I should sleep with her on me. When I questioned the safety of this given it goes against all the SIDS rules they teach you her response horrified me. She looked me up and down and said it wouldn't be unsafe because I wasn't fat enough to smother anything. Instead of boosting my already shattered confidence, her visit did the complete opposite. I was now not only being offered unsolicited advice that I was doing things wrong, but I was being directly told by a professional that I was essentially a bad mum. That visit broke me.

I felt abandoned by the professionals who were meant to be there for me. I felt ridiculed by my friends (who I'm sure thought they were being helpful at the time). I felt unsupported by my family. I felt like I was all alone, charged with the task of looking after this poor helpless baby who I was literally terrified of at times. I would lay in bed fearful of when she woke up because I knew it meant hours of screaming, vomiting, crying and stress. I knew it could take me up to 7 hours to get her to go back to sleep. I knew I wouldn't eat because I would spend the entire time trying to comfort her that I would forget about my own needs. I also knew that I wouldn't sleep at night for fear of it all happening again the next day. I was stuck in a vortex of darkness. I couldn't see a way out. I started to think she would be better off without me. I started thinking she deserved a better mum, one who knew what she was doing. I felt disconnected from her. I felt great shame because I just didn't know how to establish a close bond with her. I felt so guilty about this because I had spent years wanting her. I wanted her with me all the time because I was so desperate to calm her and make her better, but at the same time I thought I was the source of her pain. It was a catch 22. I couldn't do anything right. I was spinning out of control.

The only good thing that midwife did was give me the number for the government health nurses. The following day in complete despair I called them to arrange a home visit. I was sure I was failing and that my child was not thriving because of me, but I wasn't about to give up on her or our relationship. I was determined to speak up and ask for help. I was not going to let my depression affect her. I was determined to get better for her. I wanted to be the best mum for her. It was my last ditch effort to get help. I felt like I had spent the last two weeks shouting from the rooftops that I needed help yet had been ignored or shutdown by everyone. Thankgod for the health nurse (who immediately recognised my signs of post natal depression).

She was my saviour. When she came I felt instantly at ease. I broke down and told her everything I was feeling. I was petrified that they would take my baby away from me, but I was also desperate for help. She sent me to hospital to get help, with bubba. Thankfully while I was there the paediatricians finally listened to me and diagnosed bubba with a cows milk protein allergy. I was not imagining her symptoms and they were not hungry cries. She was in pain because her body could not digest her food properly. My instincts were right, the drs had been wrong. This restored my confidence in my own abilities. I finally felt like somebody had heard me. The hospital linked me up with a psychologist who I still see and the health nurse continued to visit me at home when needed. Finally I had the support system I had craved. My family also became incredibly supportive. After the first few weeks when everything started to get back on track I started to enjoy being a mum, the way I had always imagined I would. I created an incredibly close bond with my baby. Although it wasn't instant it is now extremely strong.

I urge those who suspect they may be depressed or think they aren't coping to please seek help. Speak up. There is huge societal pressure to keep quiet about post natal depression. People don't seek help for fear of being judged. This just makes the problem that much worse. Post natal depression is nothing to be ashamed of and it does not mean that you don't want or love your child. It is a lot more common than people realise and it does not discriminate. There are numerous professionals out there trained to deal with it and they will not judge or ridicule you for it. Instead they will help you, guide you and support you for as long as you need.

I have spoken out about my experience in order to help deter the stigma surrounding post natal depression (and mental illness in general). This week is post natal depression awareness week. You can do your bit by fundraising, sharing your story or simply spreading the awareness that PND exists and it is nothing to be ashamed of. If you are experiencing any signs of PND or would like to know more please visit Beyond Blue or PANDA.

Image source: Beyond Blue 
It has been extremely hard to lay myself bare and admit my experience to the world, but if it helps just one person to seek help or feel as if they are not alone then it is worth it. At first I did not want to write this incase my daughter reads it in the future and thinks that she was not loved. She was indeed very loved and it was my overwhelming love and desire for her to have the best life possible that lead me to seek help. If she does read this I hope she realises it takes courage and strength to admit that things are not ok. It is not a sign of weakness to admit you need help, it will probably be the single most important gift you can give your child.

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UPDATE: Read why I'm glad I got postnatal depression.

Toni x



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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Seeing the world through different eyes




Sometimes as adults we unintentionally complicate things. We overthink, stress, worry, plan and as a result we forget to sit back and enjoy life. I am guilty of all of these things. We get so caught up with work, housework, errands etc we forget to enjoy the simple moments in life.

Having a baby has made my life busier - I get up earlier and spend a lot more of my day 'working', but at the same time it has made my life a lot slower (not just because the days are longer). Babies are full of innocence. They don't stress, worry etc, they just do. They live in the moment all the time because they don't know any different. It has been such a joy seeing the world through my daughters eyes each day. Something as simple as a ball is the greatest thing she has ever seen.  Everything is new, different and amazing to her. Her world is full of wonder and surprise every day.

Each day she learns new things and it really makes me sit and think about how amazing we really are. Shes recently worked out that she can control her hands. She knows she has fingers and shes worked out that she can use them to touch things. Its so cute seeing the excitement in her eyes when she thinks about wanting to touch something and she can do it now. She is so proud of herself. I love being able to teach her new things and see her do something for the first time. To think just a few weeks ago she was a tiny helpless little baby and now she can play, blow raspberries, giggle, almost roll over and tries to sit up. She is a little sponge ready to take in everything around her.

All we really need to thrive in life is love and attention and someone to support us through our journey. I love being the one who can do this for her. I am teaching her so many things, but really she is the teacher and I am the student. She has taught me to live in the moment. She makes me aware of the environment around me and the wonder it can bring. She makes me appreciate every second of every day. I'm looking forward to many years of learning from each other.

I now get to see the world through the eyes of a child each day and it really is a great gift.


Toni x




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