Sunday, 30 December 2012
Basins, bagels and pokes in the eye!
OK, so I'm going to say it! I don't care if you all think I am a horrible mum. OK, here goes.........you ready........ I FLIPPIN WELL HATE HAVING A SICKLY CHILD!!! I'm mentally stamping my feet too just so you know! I'm having a mummy meltdown and there's nothing you can do about it!
I know that there are many wonderful, uncomplaining mums and dads out there who care for sicker children than my child. They do it without complaint. They are real superheros. I know that in the grand scheme of things FD's health problems are small in comparison to many other children fighting for life each and every day and who have wonderful parents out there riding the roller coaster of caring for them. However, I do not feel like being brave, saint-like or even nice about the damn thing that is special needs today. Today I feel like being a selfish old hag!
Yes I know I'm just having a good old whine about things today and will probably feel differently tomorrow. But, for today, I'm going to huff about the entire thing! Hard to believe I'm 42 years old isn't it. Ahhh that's OK. I'm entitled to act like a 3 year old once in a while. Aren't I? I often listen to other parents of special needs children talk in depth about their caring roles and the extra tasks they do to keep their children well and happy. The never ending trips to doctors etc and needing a medical degree to understand all the medications that leave us feeling like a drug dealer! What I don't hear too often however is someone saying, 'oh bollocks to this. It stinks!' (Pardon my french) Why is this? Are we expected to be martyrs? Oh well I've had enough of being Saint Jonty today! FD has had a range of health problems for so long I've forgotten what its like to have a week that wasn't filled with some ailment, ache or pain. Take today for instance........... (no seriously, please just take it. I've had enough).........
My day started off trying to clean FD up after Mother Nature thought it was flippin funny to give FD period pains on top of her bladder infection and sore throat today! Then, later on in the morning I performed what can only be described as an outstanding feat of acrobatics. I was walking into the living room carrying a bagel for OH's lunch and a basin because FD was looking a bit peaky and I wanted to be prepared. Just as I walked into the room FD had a seizure. In a split second I leaped through the door, threw the bagel at OH, did a stunt woman roll across the floor to catch the projectile vomit that accompanies a seizure (thanking the vomiting gods for the basin) and grabbed the dog with the other hand as he attempted to leap into the basin to eat the vomit which was chocolate bar flavour as a Crunchie bar had just been eaten! OH was then screamed at to grab the dog as I was trying to use my elbow to move FD's hair away from her mouth but ended up poking her in the eye instead! She wailed I poked her all the while continuing to vomit!
OH grabbed the dog and I very politely (not) asked him to get some kitchen roll to clean FD's mouth. Being a man of course he just hands me the roll. I mean how on earth did he think I was going to pull a piece off kitchen roll off the roll? With my teeth? I was up to my armpits in chocolate vomit for goodness sake! Anyway, 10 minutes later the situation was calm and FD was dozing on the sofa. The dog was suitably chastised for trying to eat the vomit and OH had been sufficiently glared and tutted at. Then I made some lunch for me!
So, you see lovely blog readers. I'm tired. I'd like to have a day where I didn't clean a bum, nose, vomit or have to almost break every bone in my body being a stunt mummy. Just one day...........some day........maybe...............
Posted by JB JOHNSTON at Sunday, December 30, 2012