Despite all my fears the holiday was good from a parenting point of view. DS took long haul air travel in his stride - mainly by sleeping through it. He slept constantly through the 12 hour flight from Heathrow to Singapore - woke when we landed and for the transfer to the hotel and settled down for a full nights sleep about 3 hours later - okay cough medicine did play a small part but he DID have a bad cough. The flight from Singapore to Sydney was a bit different as it was during the day- he was excited about the flight and the new game we presented him with for his Leapster. Then as we went to take off he suddenly fell asleep for about an hour before waking up and taking advantage of the in-flight tv. As we began the decent he again fell asleep - must be to do with the air pressure. In between he was entertained with the various offerings of the Quantas staff - meal, choc ices, bananas, hot chocolate, meal and more choc ices (I'm surprised we made it off the plane!). The pattern was repeated on the return journey - on the flight from Sydney he repeatedly asked if we were on the runway and as soon as I said 'yes' he fell asleep - so four flights and he's yet to experience take off or landing! The toilets were a bit frightening but he was a very brave boy!
As for the actual trip we fell in love with Singapore - we stayed on Sentosa Island which is holiday island with many attractions. The hotel was very child friendly and they made a huge fuss of DS (he has red hair which apparently is a novelty). In Sydney he shouted out excitedly 'it's the Opera House' every time we caught a glimpse of it and he was very proud of his daddy for climbing the bridge. He took seeing Koalas and Wallabies (in the Zoo) in his stride and was even unimpressed by the Cockatoos and Parrots flying in the trees instead of the sparrows and starlings we have at home. Hong Kong was less than child friendly and he was quite constrained there as we were frowned upon for letting him show any exuberance - we found out later that there aren't many children in Hong Kong due to the high living cost. He did have a special treat - Disneyland Hong Kong - okay we really enjoyed it too. And what does he remember of the whole holiday - the 'orange monkey' (Orangutan) at Taronga Zoo!
We've had some adjusting - for 3 weeks the 3 of us have shared a room and have been 'together' with no break. Behaviourwise he got away with a lot which caused many cross words between myself and my other half! Is it wrong that I was SO glad when he went back to nursery and hubby went back to work and I got some space to myself?
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Monday, 25 February 2008
Counting Chickens
What is it they say about counting chicken's before they've hatched? I've not reread my last post and it has taken me a while to post this.
The nausea hit a few days after I wrote my last post and then on our last day in Sydney - a week ago - I started to bleed. After a whole day spent at the GPs and then the local hospital the conclusion was that I am no longer pregnant and they suggested that I never was.
OH immediately went into his usual mode and can't understand why I am so upset. His theory is that if it didn't exist then why worry about it. Trouble is to me it did.
Feel much better now I am home and glad it didn't happen during our stop over in Hong Kong. We also found that no matter which country you are in a trip to A&E still takes 8 hours! Though in Sydney they didn't seem as rushed as they are at home.
The nausea hit a few days after I wrote my last post and then on our last day in Sydney - a week ago - I started to bleed. After a whole day spent at the GPs and then the local hospital the conclusion was that I am no longer pregnant and they suggested that I never was.
OH immediately went into his usual mode and can't understand why I am so upset. His theory is that if it didn't exist then why worry about it. Trouble is to me it did.
Feel much better now I am home and glad it didn't happen during our stop over in Hong Kong. We also found that no matter which country you are in a trip to A&E still takes 8 hours! Though in Sydney they didn't seem as rushed as they are at home.
Friday, 15 February 2008
The Signs
Swollen ankles, irrational mood swings, trousers getting a bit tight, jumping a bra size - normal when abroad right? or perhaps PMT? Yet add tired all the time and feeling a bit queasy, even on land and I realized I'd been here before. Eventually told my other half and we did a test - I wonder if I'm the first to do a pregnancy test at the top of the Sydney Tower? - which confirmed it - I'm pregnant again. We're not sure how many weeks but it can't be more than 7 or 8 and though it was planned it's happened a little earlier than expected.
Of course now every time the 3 year old plays up I panic as to how I'll manage with two. We took him to the Aquarium - he screamed because he wanted to go on the train, we took him on the train and then he screamed when we left (these are not even pleasant trains, more like London Underground in 30 degree heat). We're planning on taking him to see Dragon boat racing and to the Zoo - but it will be punctuated with cries for the train!
As we probably wont be having any more I am planning on enjoying this pregnancy (turn around and touch the ground and a whole block of wood that it all goes well) as I was too worried about the unknown with the first. There's still plenty to worry about - a close friend lost her first baby a week before it was due late last year and I never want to go to a funeral like that again. Plus now we have moved I gather the whole process is different to where we used to live and we have to get our own scan. Then there is when to tell people - unfortunately I can't keep secrets and I am dreading talking to my mum on the phone tonight (as I can pretty much guarantee she'll be in on Sat morning in the UK) as I know I'll just blurt it out (that's how she found out the first time). But the as the in-laws are picking us up from the airport they will find out first and I will be telling my mum as soon as we get home.
We've decided DS behaviour is a direct result of not having the routine of nursery and grandad's usual afternoons with him. My OH is too soft and I'm too tired to argue but there have been a few occasions where I've shouted at him in the street 'No you've got to carry out the threat otherwise he'll not learn'. I actually spent the whole afternoon alone with him yesterday while OH climbed the Sydney Harbour Bridge and we had a great time - he was absolutely filthy from climbing all over walls and running up and down hills BUT he came when called and didn't cry about going on the train. I do miss the naughty step though - the naughty corner isn't quite the same :-)
Of course now every time the 3 year old plays up I panic as to how I'll manage with two. We took him to the Aquarium - he screamed because he wanted to go on the train, we took him on the train and then he screamed when we left (these are not even pleasant trains, more like London Underground in 30 degree heat). We're planning on taking him to see Dragon boat racing and to the Zoo - but it will be punctuated with cries for the train!
As we probably wont be having any more I am planning on enjoying this pregnancy (turn around and touch the ground and a whole block of wood that it all goes well) as I was too worried about the unknown with the first. There's still plenty to worry about - a close friend lost her first baby a week before it was due late last year and I never want to go to a funeral like that again. Plus now we have moved I gather the whole process is different to where we used to live and we have to get our own scan. Then there is when to tell people - unfortunately I can't keep secrets and I am dreading talking to my mum on the phone tonight (as I can pretty much guarantee she'll be in on Sat morning in the UK) as I know I'll just blurt it out (that's how she found out the first time). But the as the in-laws are picking us up from the airport they will find out first and I will be telling my mum as soon as we get home.
We've decided DS behaviour is a direct result of not having the routine of nursery and grandad's usual afternoons with him. My OH is too soft and I'm too tired to argue but there have been a few occasions where I've shouted at him in the street 'No you've got to carry out the threat otherwise he'll not learn'. I actually spent the whole afternoon alone with him yesterday while OH climbed the Sydney Harbour Bridge and we had a great time - he was absolutely filthy from climbing all over walls and running up and down hills BUT he came when called and didn't cry about going on the train. I do miss the naughty step though - the naughty corner isn't quite the same :-)
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Grumpy, sunburn and secrecy
It's increasingly hard to write this blog as I've had very little privacy this week. I am currently in a 2 bed apartment with my OH's sis, her flatmate, his girlfriend, my OH and our DS. The upside is that we look directly out onto a Sydney beach.
SO far my worries about travelling have been unfounded. DS slept through the first flight entirely (12 hours) and didn't bat an eyelid when 4 hours later we put him back to bed at the hotel. And despite a couple of power naps on the second flight he spent most of it watching the inflight TV - even the toilets didn't scare him. I've been underestimating him obviously.
The secrecy is compounded by the fact that my laptop died 2 days before we left so I am using OH and for some reason the WiFi wont work on my log in so I'm using his.
I have something new to worry about - my DS is sunburnt - despite liberal applications of factor 40 he wouldn't keep still to put it on - the draw of the hotel pool was too much and so he has odd burn marks all over his body (so have I and my OH). In 10 years time he'll look at the photos and berate me for being so careless with his health.
Living here we've had an insight into the single life - being old and decrepid (sp?) now we can't remember the time before we got together at the tender age of 18. We've had a tour of the bars and eateries around the flat, were greeted off the plane by drunks who were then less than polite at being woken by an excited 3 year old (and his 34 year old dad). They then went out partying the next night and came home at 5am - luckily we'd had the foresight not to let DS out of the room when he first woke up at 7am but to leave it till at least 10 but as it was it took till 2pm to get any sense out of them. Grumpy, me? Well I haven't come to the other side of the world to nurse their hangovers but I think they learnt a valuable lesson 3 year olds and partying don't mix. But then again we are boring old farts ...
The funniest bit is that the shoes that we simply had to bring ended up being 2 different sizes - turns out MIL brought 2 pairs, one for her and one for her daughter and they were different sizes. When we told her she groused that we'd have to pay the postage for the missing one to be sent to Australia - till I pointed out that in that case she'd have to make a contribution to the flight of the first one and for bringing the second one back! Hmm ... went a bit quiet.
SO far my worries about travelling have been unfounded. DS slept through the first flight entirely (12 hours) and didn't bat an eyelid when 4 hours later we put him back to bed at the hotel. And despite a couple of power naps on the second flight he spent most of it watching the inflight TV - even the toilets didn't scare him. I've been underestimating him obviously.
The secrecy is compounded by the fact that my laptop died 2 days before we left so I am using OH and for some reason the WiFi wont work on my log in so I'm using his.
I have something new to worry about - my DS is sunburnt - despite liberal applications of factor 40 he wouldn't keep still to put it on - the draw of the hotel pool was too much and so he has odd burn marks all over his body (so have I and my OH). In 10 years time he'll look at the photos and berate me for being so careless with his health.
Living here we've had an insight into the single life - being old and decrepid (sp?) now we can't remember the time before we got together at the tender age of 18. We've had a tour of the bars and eateries around the flat, were greeted off the plane by drunks who were then less than polite at being woken by an excited 3 year old (and his 34 year old dad). They then went out partying the next night and came home at 5am - luckily we'd had the foresight not to let DS out of the room when he first woke up at 7am but to leave it till at least 10 but as it was it took till 2pm to get any sense out of them. Grumpy, me? Well I haven't come to the other side of the world to nurse their hangovers but I think they learnt a valuable lesson 3 year olds and partying don't mix. But then again we are boring old farts ...
The funniest bit is that the shoes that we simply had to bring ended up being 2 different sizes - turns out MIL brought 2 pairs, one for her and one for her daughter and they were different sizes. When we told her she groused that we'd have to pay the postage for the missing one to be sent to Australia - till I pointed out that in that case she'd have to make a contribution to the flight of the first one and for bringing the second one back! Hmm ... went a bit quiet.
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