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Be prepared to be pooped, peed and spat on

The funny thing about parenting is… that you get spit at quite often.

We’ve all been pooped and peed on, puked on and spat on right?

The little one ended up in A&E a few weeks ago, the first trip wasn’t too horrific except for the spectacularly long wait given we were classed as ‘not urgent’.

The next trip, 4 days later, with a very ill looking toddler who’d been up all night the nigth before screaming and couldn’t eat or swallow was still a long wait to be seen. Long enough for her to puke all over right as a nurse said “Is she okay, she looks like she might be about to throw up” and yeap, right on queue. All over me. All over my jeans. All over my top. And yeap, I had to sit there for a good 6 more hours in puke. I really stank. She was then admitted as her bloods were all over the place, and she wasn’t eating or drinking so was dehydrated.

The reason for our numerous visits to A&E are long and complicated and involved several GP visits, blood tests and a child who was not able to walk and screaming in agony with sore legs.

Alas, so hence our 2nd visit to A&E in 4 days after another GP visit. As a parent, you just know when something isn’t right with your child. It really is a parent’s instinct and luckily, our GP’s trusted that we weren’t over reacting.

The second trip to A&E saw them take more bloods, which actually showed something was wrong – the first set of bloods exactly a week before had showed inflammation and as per our GP’s orders, we traipsed back to the hospital and were sent home as she ‘seemed’ well.

The bloods on the second visit showed her white blood count was off, her inflammation levels were through the roof and a number of different issues….but none could be married.

So at about 6pm, we were given word she would have to be admitted. I hate seeing my little one so ill, and I hate seeing all the pain she had to go through for bloods and canullas. A drip was hooked up and promptly taken off when the registrar asked (demanded to see her walk) – keep in mind, she hadn’t eaten all day. Was extremely weak and lethargic and was extremely upset. We once again got the feeling that we were ‘those’ parents.

Upon admittance, we were given a room in isolation and had numerous visits from pretty much everyone – neurology, ortho and RCSI.

The Pediatrician was lovely. She assured me that we were not over-reacting. Something was wrong. They just don’t know what. She is still lovely, and she has since said to us she was extremely worried as Paige looked so, so ill.

We got taken out of isolation and put on the main ward and got to know all the other parents and nurses and babies. Paige was a little bundle of energy that as time went on began to feel much better and was singing to all the tiny 3&4 month olds.

Mummy and daddy were totally exhausted and drained. Thankfully, I had an angel in disguise who just happens to be the aunt of my brother’s boyfriend who works in the canteen and made sure I was fed each and every day.

On the Friday we met with more specialists – this time, Rheumatology, Infectious Diseases and Physio and we discovered she is hypermobile!

I finally got my shower on the Saturday morning after being puked on the previous Wednesday. Yes I stank. I wreaked.

But she got day release over the weekend so off we went to various places and had some fun.

Back we went on the Sunday night, ready for more bloods and a bone scan on the Monday and my god did she fight the sedation. It was rather cute to watch her wander round and chat with me really dazily. But she had been on a strict nil-by-mouth from 9am so it was heartbreaking to watch her as she was so hungry.

We finally got the all-clear to be released. There was nothing major showing up – it was all very odd.

It was very, very nice to get home to our own beds for all of us, and this brings me to the spitting.

I got a call on the Wednesday morning to say she needed penicillin. She tested positive for Group A Strep which we all carry, but it could potentially be Strep Throat. I was actually told it was Strep Throat but after meeting with the Dr on Monday, it isn’t.

Our prescription also got lost which was heaps of fun and we had to organise a new one, but with our own GP. We were told that this stuff is particularly vile. And she wasn’t wrong.

Paige has since spat it out, even in our faces whenever we’ve tried to give it to her. We’ve hidden it in everything. Yoghurts, nutella, juice. But nothing would work…well until we found the squashums yoghurts that come in fruit shaped pouches. They worked a treat-until we went to find more and we couldn’t. They’d sold out- so every other parent must have been aware of this truck to hide medicine in them but us.

But she was going back to nursery anyway the next day.

So now that she’s at nursery, she’ll happily take her medicine for them. Not a bother to her at all. She doesn’t spit in their faces. That’s reserved for us…yes child,   I only gave birth to you and you spit in my face. Cheers for that.

So our way round trying to administer her prescribed penicillin is to pawn it off on others. I’m not ashamed to admit that. At this stage, if it works, why fix it.

She’ll be back in 2 months for more blood tests, as her bloods haven’t gone back to normal and it was potentially a virus or strep. But either way, they can both take months to leave her system, or even a year! Hopefully, we’re on the road to recovery. But her fear of doctors is now real, and she’ll give them as good as she gets.

In essence, be prepared to be shit on, pissed on, spat on and not be able to complain. They’re your offspring and it’s the joys of parenting. Welcome to parenthood.

 

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Staycation Number 2

The funny thing about parenting is … That kids really don’t care where they are, they just want to get away from the norm too!

We are off on our second staycation so far this year. This time however, it’s all planned for us. Dinner reservations-done. Activities-arranged. All that we need to do is get there and enjoy it. 

I’m not going to lie, the ease of not having to pack for a foreign holiday is amazing. No airports, passport control or throngs of people rushing. All we’re doing is hopping in the car for the drive (1 and half hours away) and voila! Paige is excited-she told me under no circumstances are we to order to the room-we are eating out. God I’ve got a diva. Or a child who truly enjoys the high life. 

Keep your eyes peeled on our snapchat-the.rit, Instagram- @toddling_along, and Twitter-@ritawhyte for updates on our trip to Ireland’s Anciest East and Athlone! 

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Teething Sucks

The funny thing about parenting is…that we (thankfully) forget the pain of teething, but that also means we can’t remember how the little ones feel.

I feel that we have been in a constant world of teething. It feels like it will be never ending.

Paige started teething at around 4-5 weeks old, well that’s when we really notice it. So off we went to the Health Nurse who promptly dismissed our claims in a tone of ‘Sure, what would you know?’ and ‘I’m 100% certain she’s not teething, you’re just being over-dramatic as first time parents’. Sure enough, we definitely were not being overly dramatic as she cut her first tooth at 4 months old, which would put everything into perspective.

Being first time parents had nothing to do with asking her if there was anything she would recommend for such a young baby to help with teething pains. We just wanted to help our little one through the pain that she was obviously in. The chemist on the other hand was a lot more helpful and offered great advice and products to try at her age.

When the first tooth reared it’s little head, the excitement in the house was amazing-‘It’s here’! Role on 2 years and 2 weeks since we found that tooth and we are still going through it. This time however, Paige has the ability to tell us where hurts and if it’s bad.

We’ve literally gone through every single symptom for teething-

  • Teething poo (although we actually had a doctor tell us there’s no such thing and we were bad parents for thinking that teething poo’s exist-but my god they do!)
  • Nappy rash (This used to get so, so bad I actually nearly cried as he bum was so sore)
  • Drooling
  • Chin rashes
  • Chesty cough (this has been a consistent one for our house)
  • Cheek rash
  • Pink cheeks
  • Biting
  • Grinding of gums
  • Puking
  • High fever
  • Blocked nose
  • Crankiness
  • Disrupted sleep
  • Wanting an Actimel at midnight(yeap, all week this week and every single night)

I’m pretty sure that we’ve experienced a few more symptoms but these are what stick out for me!

I’m hoping with all hope that this is in fact the last molar to come through as boy do they suck. They appear to take forever (Paige’s molars have been coming through since last year!).

A big consistent element throughout this whole teething experience has been to trust your own instinct. Doctor’s and nurses can offer advice but when it comes to teething, each and every child has a different reaction to it. Each and every child and parent has their own way of dealing with it. But as parents, we are there to soothe their pain and help them cope by using what we feel is right-whether it be amber bracelets, teething gel, or Sophie the Giraffe and other teething rings/rubbers etc.

Go with your gut is effectively what I’m trying to say, and nobody should put you down. Mother’s instinct is a great thing and something that we all possess. It just clicks in. Father’s have it too 🙂 So lets call it ‘parents instinct’ going forward!

We are all trying to do the same thing, raise our kids to be the best that they can be. We’re in this together.

The funny thing about parenting is…that we’re all not experts, We’re all in the same boat. We all have our own ways of getting through the challenges, the ups and downs and we’re all here for each other.

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Our kids are smarter than us

The funny thing about parenting is…that our kids are actually way smarter than us.

On Sunday, I asked Paige “What’s this?” and her reply, “A letter mummy.” I go on to ask her “What letter?”, and her reply once again “That letter mummy” and queue her falling around in hysterics.

Yeap, I was outsmarted by a two year old as she was by no means incorrect. It’s not the first time she’s done something like this, and boy did I feel a fool. I even turned to her and said “fair play, you are absolutely right” and what I can take from it is that I need to be clearer in my instructions.

It still makes me smile thinking back and seeing her little face light up as she knew exactly what she had said. She knew the letter was a ‘p’ but damned if she was going to tell me again.

So in essence, our kids will always be one step ahead of us, but it’s a good thing, we just got to keep up with them, and hopefully, by the time they’re teenagers, we will have copped on to their smarts and be able to outwit them-it’s cute for now, but not at 13!

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Peppa and George are never far away

The funny thing about parenting is…that Peppa and George really are never far away.

peppa

Paige got two new dolls from her grandparents when they came home from holidays. They are two little cute things. But Paige has been walking around calling hem her ‘brother’ and ‘sister’. It really is great that we’ve got her off the idea of only wanting a ‘sister’. Just to clarify, I am not pregnant, Paige just really wants a ‘sister’!

I want to encourage her to start naming her dolls, as to be honest, I’m fed up calling every single one ‘baba’ and the frustration that causes when trying to ascertain which fricking ‘baba’.

Whilst chatting away on the bed last night, I suggested we name them. I rattled off a few names until I got to ‘George’. In my mind, this was a perfectly logical and sensible name that she can pronounce. She agreed. Hallelujah! Still nothing was twigging in my brain.

Since we so easily found a name for ‘George’ the boy doll, thought we’d tried our look at naming her ‘sister’. We thought Annabelle would be nice, or Belle. Daddy and I were really pushing Belle. Paige pops up with ‘Peppa’.

Still nothing twigs in me. I say ‘oh what a pretty name, where’d you think of that?’. Still nothing.

I’ll just go hang my head in shame now shall I?

So now we’re stuck with two dolls named ‘Peppa’ and ‘George’ and two goldfish named ‘Ben’ and ‘Holly’. I really only have myself to blame for my momentary lapse in parenting and forgetting all about the little characters who rescue us so many times.

How could I actually forget ‘Peppa’ and ‘George’?!

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A fashionable step too far

The funny thing about parenting is … that it’s okay to say that it’s not okay.


Tonight, myself, Paige and the hubby went out for a bite to eat and on the way I stopped off at TK Maxx as I always do. Whilst perusing the girls section I came across a t-shirt which I deem inappropriate. It’s just wrong in every sense of the word. Had my child been 16 and not 2, yes I might allow her to wear it, but when she’s 16, she’ll be able to make up her own mind.
To see a topless Kate Moss (covering her boobs) on a t-shirt that is labeled as 2 years is completely wrong. It’s sending a wrong message to toddlers/children. It’s creating a message or image in their minds that this is okay and this is what I need to look like. We won’t look back on Kate’s past as I’m sure she’s learned from it, but I’m in no doubt that she should feature on a toddlers t-shirt in this manner.
Had she been holding a sign, fully clothed saying ‘be nice to everyone’ it might be different. Could you really imagine a 2 year old walking around in this t-shirt?

I’m not judging people who buy it, everyone has their own right to purchase whatever the heck they want. This is just my personal opinion and I think it sets the wrong tone for a child to walk around in something like this so young. How did it even get on to the shop floor when their stock is so floral, pink and flouncy!? I’m all for dressing your child differently, but really?! I’m all for individuality but this would just make the toddler stand out for wrong reasons surely? As I said, I’m not here to judge any parent who might buy this but what image are we creating for unsavoury people out there?!

What would you think if you saw a two year old wearing the above? What would you think if you saw a 7 year old wearing it? How about a 12 year old? It brings to mind so many questions and thoughts. I’ve asked a number of people what they thought-male and female-with and without kids-and every single one said ‘no way is that appropriate for a toddler, let alone a child’.

What are your thoughts? I’ve tweeted, face booked and instagramed my thoughts at TKMaxx, but it would be good to hear yours. I’ve yet to hear anything from TK Maxx, I don’t know if I will, but you would think that fact that a number of people have commented on my post on FB and shared it, they would get back to me. I’m still waiting TK Maxx….

Update: TK Maxx have said ‘they’re looking into it, and will take it seriously’.

We’ve been featured on The Irish Sun:

http://www.thesun.ie/irishsol/homepage/news/7087605/This-is-just-a-step-too-far-Irish-mother-vents-fury-at-naked-Kate-Moss-t-shirt-for-2-year-olds-on-sale-in-TK-Maxx-Dublin-store.html

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Wakey Wakey!

The funny thing about parenting is …that kids love to wake up bright and early at the weekend and you literally have to drag them kicking and screaming mid-week.

‘No more monkey’s jumping on the bed’

Yeap, Paige’s internal alarm clock is set for super early at the weekends, and she likes a good snooze during the week. I think she likes to wake up, snuggle in bed, eat her breakfast there too as it’s way too early to get up, and binge watch Peppa Pig and Ben and Holly. All while ‘entertaining’ us with a beautiful song and jumping on our heads/pillows/stomach or going looking for her crayons.

I did manage to snag a little lie on yesterday though and got an extra hour in bed, no thanks to the little angel though, as she kept rubbing my face and eyes in an attempt to make me get out of bed. Daddy had the lie on last week, my turn this week.

I did kind of regret it however, as that extra hour made me even more groggy and I kept thinking of all the things I could’ve done. Gone are the days when we used to vegetate on the couch and order in pizza whilst binge watching rubbish on the TV. Now we actually like to get out ‘while the weather’s good’ and have a coffee and a play in the park. I don’t actually think I could go back to those days of lazing and not caring about wasting one day of the weekend. Mind you, I don’t think I could stay awake as late as I used to. No more partying until 7am for us!

Paige’s internal clock is pretty amazing though and to watch the changes that she’s going through is pretty interesting. Once upon a time she could party with the best of us, and stay up until 11pm. Back in those days she was having an infinite number of naps though. Paige has decided since she is now 2, she wants to stop napping. Yes, she’s only 2 and has cut the habit. (Except for when she’s in the car or it just get’s the better of her and then it’s like WHAM! Where did that nap come from!). It does mean we lose on an extra hour in the evening with her as she is so sleepy and grouchy that it would be mean keeping her awake past 7, and the same goes for the weekends especially as we are generally a lot more active and out and about and on the go all day. But the whole waking up at 6am on a Saturday and Sunday thing means that mummy and daddy are exhausted. We find that trying to get to bed early at the weekend is key. But sometimes, being adults, we like to binge watch TV shows. Yes, we’ve not given up on the binge watching of TV and I highly doubt we ever will.

I think, my whole reasoning behind this post is that I feel bad not getting up when the hubby does. It’s something that I find hard to explain, but I think it comes from not seeing her so much during the week and the long hours we put in, that I feel guilty and I believe as parents we should share everything. It is something I need to get over, as I don’t even get my hair done on a Saturday as it’s generally family day.

I know from talking with other parents that this is the stage that probably gets worse and the kids start to get up earlier. So I might just have to get used to have one morning of a month. And same goes for the hubby. That’s sharing isn’t it. To be a good parent, you must be rested. Those bags under your eyes and all that coffee will only cloud your judgement and block you from seeing the beauty in everything. Sharing is caring after all and if someone is offering you a lie-on, don’t feel guilty. Grab it with your two hands. Now, if he made me breakfast in bed, he would’ve got a 5 star review, but that was all up to me!

This morning, however, it being a Monday, she was as bright as a button before 6:30am, and I did ask her to wake her daddy up at 7:10am so in usual Paige style, she got her juice bottle, raised it above her head and I grabbed it quickly. She thought it would be hilarious to whack him over the head with it (mind you, so did I but I can’t be encouraging or condoning that behaviour)! Off she went to nursery, happy as larry and tomorrow I guarantee, she’ll still be asleep at 7am. I shall update:)

Enjoy the first few months to all the first time parents, as they really are blissful, and although you may think that you’re not rested, you probably are. I look back on those days and think, crap, I should’ve slept more. It’s when they cut the naps that the real fun begins…