Through My Eyes – Jess B.

Through My Eyes – Jess B.

What mental health concerns have you come up against? Are they yours or a family members?

I have lived with depression since I was about 13 and anxiety since childhood. I have also experienced PND after the birth of my first child.

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Babies, Onesies, and Emergencies

Babies, Onesies, and Emergencies

What a weekend! 

Firstly, we have some news to share. Our family has grown! Meet Zoey (the furry one, not the pyjama-clad one). Zoey is an 8 week old Staffy X and one of hubbies 30th birthday presents. She was a complete surprise, very deserved for my incredible husband. Just as expected, he is smitten – though I think Zoey considers Marky to be her main human.

Zoey and #biggestlittle
Such a tough life…

Last night I went on a date with my bestie. We had pedicures, ate too much, smuggled perfectly innocent alcohol-free orange juice into the movie theatre… and bought onesies (from the kids section at K-Mart and they totally fit!)

Twinsies in onesies #slay
Totally innocent OJ…I swear…

We saw Beauty and the Beast and it was AMAZING. I couldn’t fault it in the slightest. The original songs were honoured perfectly, the new songs were full of heart, and Emma Watson has just reinforced her role as the star of my #womancrushwednesday. It was everything, do yourself a favour and go!

Unfortunately the buzz of last night had to end this morning when I ended up in hospital with #middlelittle after he managed to break into our medicine box. Thankfully he is ok. He had a rough morning, but it seems he got lucky and the only tablet he may have swallowed was a Cold and Flu. He was quite drowsy, and at the same time super silly so the Doctors were confident of the cause.

In good spirits

He’s had blood tests, power spews, and horrible charcoal medicine (which sure made the spews interesting!) He is now finally resting after a big morning. We will have to stay until 1930 because one of the tablets he may have had is a slow release, lasting 12 hours.

Relaxing with his Transformer

We’ve always been very careful with medications, I even clean them out 3 monthly and date the last check on a little slip in the box. Unfortunately it seems we need to reconsider our current practice and change things to increase safety.  I hope that this urges everyone reading to run a safety check on theirs too!

You are getting sleepy…sleeeepy

Well, as my little man rests blissfully in dreamland I will take this opportunity to rest myself. I’m looking forward to our hospital visit being over so I can have a healthy bub, a long, hot shower, and a real cup of coffee.

Finally resting his sweet little head
Memories and Milestones

Memories and Milestones

A lot has happened in the last few days. Santa has come and gone and is probably relaxing somewhere warm, hubby and I are exhausted, the kids are on a three day sugar high, and the house looks like a toy store went out for a big night, drank far too much tequila, and yakked in every room.

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Eggs and explosions

Eggs and explosions

Yesterday was childcare day.

Every Tuesday Mister 3 goes to childcare for socialisation. One of the downsides to having three so close in age, and suffering from postnatal depression is that I find it too overwhelming to take all of them to play groups, which means they miss out on valuable social time with other kids their ages.

Yep, it makes me feel pretty rotten, but it is, what it is. Anyway, he goes to childcare on Tuesdays so I try to make all of my ‘outside of the house’ plans on that day.

This Tuesday I had to go and pick up my new specs. Full-time four eyes now! After I did all the Easter shopping I had some time to waste before my appointment at Specsavers, so I thought I’d stop in at a café for a decaf flat white. This café has a little play area for children so the toddler had a play while I enjoyed my cuppa. After about three quarters of my drink the littlest man started fidgeting, indicating he was ready for a feed, so I picked him up.

And that’s when I smelt it. Popcorn. Buttered popcorn. I’m extremely sorry if this turns you off the delicious, salty, buttery movie snack but hubby and I have always joked that our two breastfed babies smelt of popcorn when they did a number two.

Well I smelt it alright. But that wasn’t the only sense that was activated. Yep, touch. It was everywhere and of course he was wearing a brand new white zippy. Typical.

Well I had to convince the toddler to get off the super awesome bike and get back into the boring old pram so I could get his brother (and mummy) cleaned up. I’m not going to lie, bribery. That’s how I did it. I was mentally congratulating myself for deciding to get the Easter gifts first as I unwrapped a small egg and waved it in the boys face as he ran over and sat in his seat.

We got to the parents room, which was of course, no where near us and the smallest one in the whole mall. I put down the disposable paper change mat that I’d ripped out of the dispenser and started to change mister poopy-pants. Two other mums came in and promptly laid out beautiful home made, padded change mats and cleaned up their bubs in the time that I got my guys onesie and overflowing nappy off and kept the toddler interested in the ridiculously tiny play wall.

Remember how proud I was of my decision to buy the eggs before all this happened? Yeah, this is where I started to regret it. Every time I turned to check on my middle-little I noticed he had a different coloured scrunched up ball of foil and an ever-growing beard of chocolate drool. He had decided to help himself to the stash under the pram and I was up to my elbows in popcorn and couldn’t do a darn thing about it – which he knew.

So I finally finished and headed out to the car only to get a phone call from the child care centre asking me to pick up my big boy because they believed he had conjunctivitis  (he actually has blocked tear ducts and is awaiting surgery).

After we finally made it home I gave the boys some lunch, put middle-man to bed, and made myself a cuppa. I sat down to enjoy it and just as I pulled out the recliner – popcorn.

So I figured I should keep up with tradition and helped myself to the Easter eggs. Now I need to go and buy some more.

I think this time I’ll leave the kids with daddy.