Life felt chaotic for much of the past few months, but we are slowly adjusting to life as four (sorry Black fur baby-life as 5!). G takes every opportunity to shower her baby brother with affection, to inspect the dirty nappies with a fine tooth comb and also to poke and prod her sleeping brother at the most crucial of moments....like when he's finally fallen asleep after what seems like hours of coaxing!
It's hard to imagine how life used to be, partly because my brain doesn't have the capacity to do much at the moment. But sometimes I do fondly remember the days when I wasn't yelling at G to shush, or telling her I couldn't play football right now because little H was feeding, or that she'd have to wait for a cug. Being a big sister comes with its set backs. I have learned to cug and feed, it's important for G to know that she is still adored.
Appointment updates:
Eyes: It seems that G may be heading towards becoming spectacle wearing babe. She's longed for glasses for some time, but the realisation that this may be a dream come true has resulted in it no longer being a dream of hers! Follow up appointment in November to ascertain whether her short-sightedness has indeed resulted in the need to wear glasses.
Community paediatrician: G's annual appointment was as always a positive experience. Our paediatrician is 100% understanding of our concerns, which currently include many aspects which sit under the umbrella of sensory processing disorder. When I'm a little less sleep deprived I will delve a little deeper into this but the general gist is that the nervous system doesn't necessarily receive messages form our senses in the correct manor and thus the body's response/behaviour to them is not as it should be/what we would expect. Currently we are awaiting a referral to both occupational health (for sensory processing disorder) and physio (for her clumsiness, and issues with fine motor skills). The paediatrician has included G's new school in her post-appointment report which hopefully paves the way for a positive and open relationship between ourselves, the health professionals and the school.
In other news...
G starts school in September! I cannot wait-mainly because she is so incredibly excited (and ready). But also because her teacher can answer the barrage of increasingly difficult questions that I face on a daily basis. Some of my favourites include- what's so flappy about flapjack? How much pollen do bees collect each day? Do geese get goose bumps? And the age old question of how daddy put baby H in my tummy...
The girl is growing! Hurrah for the ankle swinging joggers, the tight trainers and the fast becoming set of crop tops that once were t-shirts. (By the way babe-this is the only time in your life daddy will be likely to let you wear tops that show off your midriff!). We are due to see the endocrinologist in September to assess the impact of the first six months of growth hormone.
I'm sure there is so much more to share, but I'm frazzled. Little H has been asleep for the past hour and a half and I'll be kicking myself if I don't use this time wisely. Night all!
Ps Thank you to everyone for your cards, gifts, delicious dinners, well wishes and prayers, especially during the time of my surgery with little H. It was a miracle that all went so smoothly given my complications.
It's hard to imagine how life used to be, partly because my brain doesn't have the capacity to do much at the moment. But sometimes I do fondly remember the days when I wasn't yelling at G to shush, or telling her I couldn't play football right now because little H was feeding, or that she'd have to wait for a cug. Being a big sister comes with its set backs. I have learned to cug and feed, it's important for G to know that she is still adored.
Appointment updates:
Eyes: It seems that G may be heading towards becoming spectacle wearing babe. She's longed for glasses for some time, but the realisation that this may be a dream come true has resulted in it no longer being a dream of hers! Follow up appointment in November to ascertain whether her short-sightedness has indeed resulted in the need to wear glasses.
Community paediatrician: G's annual appointment was as always a positive experience. Our paediatrician is 100% understanding of our concerns, which currently include many aspects which sit under the umbrella of sensory processing disorder. When I'm a little less sleep deprived I will delve a little deeper into this but the general gist is that the nervous system doesn't necessarily receive messages form our senses in the correct manor and thus the body's response/behaviour to them is not as it should be/what we would expect. Currently we are awaiting a referral to both occupational health (for sensory processing disorder) and physio (for her clumsiness, and issues with fine motor skills). The paediatrician has included G's new school in her post-appointment report which hopefully paves the way for a positive and open relationship between ourselves, the health professionals and the school.
In other news...
G starts school in September! I cannot wait-mainly because she is so incredibly excited (and ready). But also because her teacher can answer the barrage of increasingly difficult questions that I face on a daily basis. Some of my favourites include- what's so flappy about flapjack? How much pollen do bees collect each day? Do geese get goose bumps? And the age old question of how daddy put baby H in my tummy...
The girl is growing! Hurrah for the ankle swinging joggers, the tight trainers and the fast becoming set of crop tops that once were t-shirts. (By the way babe-this is the only time in your life daddy will be likely to let you wear tops that show off your midriff!). We are due to see the endocrinologist in September to assess the impact of the first six months of growth hormone.
I'm sure there is so much more to share, but I'm frazzled. Little H has been asleep for the past hour and a half and I'll be kicking myself if I don't use this time wisely. Night all!
Ps Thank you to everyone for your cards, gifts, delicious dinners, well wishes and prayers, especially during the time of my surgery with little H. It was a miracle that all went so smoothly given my complications.
