He has also managed phone calls with his baby monitor, the remote control and my camera!
Archive for June, 2011
Af came yesterday. I knew it was coming, my temp had been dropping.
Not sure what we are doing wrong, something is stopping egg meeting sperm, or egg dividing, or embryo implanting…. which of these it was we will never know.
On to the next try, and with it our planning of our disney trip which is looking a lot more expensive than originally did.
In other news, my MP got in touch today to say he was writing to Westminster on my behalf to ask for the passport form to be changed. I am impressed he is taking such positive action. I said any pressure you can apply will be great!
Charlie monster is what we call him when he is doing something naughty, he gets called it quite a bit!
This is a joke from whilst I was pregnant. We were at the zoo and I said to Stacy, what do you call one penguin? Peng 1! What do you call 2 penguins? Peng 2! It’s not that funny, but we were wetting ourselves with laughter at the time. Recently the friend we were at the zoo with asked how things were coming along making Peng 2? We loved it! Any baby we are lucky enough to conceive will forever be Peng 2.
Well this one speaks for itself, but it is so refreshing for him to be able to wear cute vests with these slogans on. Normally I avoid them like the plague. There is nothing I hate more picking up a packet of vests and realising one of them says I love my Daddy on them.
Hope you should branch into doing bibs! They are the same! Always mentioning this elusive Daddy some children have ;p
Stacy’s hospital ran a fete on Saturday. I baked 16 cupcakes and made them really really chocolatey and topped them with swirled chocolate butter cream finished off with white sparkly glitter! Stacy was pleased I went to so much effort as it turned out that the chief exec was manning the cake stall and we handed them over with pride. She layed them out on the table and when we passed not 10 mins later, they had all gone!
There was also an artist there was has been commissioned to make a scultpure for the hospital grounds. They asked me if I would like to make a leaf and I put on an apron and a face shield. I had to hold the metal leaf in the fire until it glowed red and then bash it as hard as I could with a hammer to create a dimpled effect all over it. Then I bashed a line down the middle to make it bend and then a bashed it all over at the edges to make it twist and curl as a leaf would. It took me about 30 mins but I was pleased with the result and we shall have to go and find my leaf when the sculpture is made and on display.
There was also a Battle of Britain flyover with a Lancaster bomber and a spitfire, it was wonderful!
We were just about to walk back to the car when the heavens opened…big time! It was chucking it down. Charlie really wanted to dance in the rain and so I let him. I knew I had a change of clothes for him in the car, and you are only 1 once. Onlookers were obviously not impressed that I was letting him get wet. I delighted in his joy as he jumped and twisted about whilst waving his hands above his head. People have no sense of childhood in their sensible adult worlds.
So on Friday we went with some friends to the dino park! I was so excited, I am such a child myself, I just use Charlie as an excuse to do fun things 🙂
We did the dino walk and spotted all the dinos hiding in the woods. Some of them were quite scary and several times the babies jumped as they walked past. Some of them had motioned triggered roars!
(look in the background at their little hands)
We played on the dino themed equipment, petting the animals in the little zoo area and ate dino themed chicken nuggets for lunch!
It was also lovely to watch the boys interact with each other, plus us Mums bonded. We all ended up buying season tickets and promising to do it as often as we could.
Charlie is now signing ‘drink’ and ‘milk’ and ‘more’. We are working on introducing Mum and Mam and also thankyou next. It’s amazing how they work out to use the signs in adventurous ways. Charlie fell asleep in his high-chair and we woke him up as it was getting towards bedtime. As he opened his eyes he began to sign ‘more’. Our hearts melted. He also did it on the swing when I had stopped him to take a photo. More swinging Mummy!
Today I am 9DPO and still hopeful this cycle way have worked. I overlayed my curve with Charlie’s BFP and they were very very similar to each other. I am not building myself up too much.
On Wednesday of this week I took Charlie to the doctors to have this 1 year vaccinations. It’s always hard doing this as you know it is going to hurt them, that they are going to cry and that they will feel poorly after them.
But you know that they need them, and you trust the medical professionals that are administering them.
When we arrived to the room, the nurse did comment that with the new computer system it looked as though Charlie had already had his injections, but he in fact had not. She said she was still getting used to it. I smiled and chatted to her.
Se gave him 3 injections from 3 needles and he cried such a pitiful cry. But it was all to protect him, and it was something that needed to happen.
She filled in his red book and we left.
After we were leaving the surgery, I opened his red book to see what she had written. To my horror I realised she had filled in details for his 16 week injections. I ran back into the surgery where I knew the health visitor was running a clinic. I was reassured by them that he had had the right injections.
I left still feeling unsure. We went for coffee with a friend that afternoon and I asked her about Poppy’s injections. She had only had 2 injections. I felt sure that Charlie should have been getting MMR, but this was not on the records. She encouraged me to ring my HV again and enquire a 2nd time. I spoke to a different HV and was reassured a 2nd time that he had had the right injections. I dropped it.
Today I just received a phone call from my GP who is also a partner at the surgery. She told me that a mistake had been made and that Charlie had been given the wrong injections. My immediate reaction was ‘what are the implications for Charlie?’ she said she didn’t know and was waiting for a response from a paediatrician at the hospital. I felt sick.
My poor poor baby.
To her credit, the nurse who had given the injections had gone and admitted to the doc that she had made a mistake. Or at least highlighted that she may have made a mistake. Once they looked into it, it was clear. She was very apologetic. I got emotional, and they offered for me to go and speak to them and have a meeting about it. I just wanted to know that Charlie was going to be ok.
She rang me back an hour later with the news from the paediatrician. It shouldn’t harm him. I guess it hasn’t happened too many times before for them to be sure. I still feel sick about the whole thing.
I feel cross with myself for not realising the mistake before it happened. The Dr told me it wasn’t my fault. I told the Dr to send a message to the nurse that I forgive her, and that I wouldn’t take the matter any further.
We are all human, and we make mistakes. I am myself am a medical professional and I have also been in the situation where I have realised that I have made a mistake. Once the patient has indicated that they are not cross it is such a huge weight off my shoulders and I wanted her to feel this. I am sure she will learn from the situation.
I tell you what I am angry about though… the 2 health visitors that reassured me he had had the right shots. If the nurse hadn’t come forward, it would have been left. As it was I brought it up twice. Once of them should have looked into it without fobbing me off. I told the GP this. I hope she takes some action!
Charlie and I had a wonderful day with my Mum yesterday. We went shopping, we had lunch out and we played in the garden with Grandad.
On my way home it started raining, yet it will still very sunshiny. In front of us appeared a huge, vivid beautiful rainbow. Although it looked to be very far in the distance, the end of the rainbow was falling at the end of the road.
To my delight, in amongst the spray from the car in front was the rest of the rainbow, right in front of me! I felt like I was actually driving inside a rainbow. It made me feel really quite emotional.
This can only be a good sign. Such beautiful things do not happen very often. I am 8DPO today.