Breastfeeding Article

Anyone interested in breastfeeding should read this
http://drmomma.blogspot.com/2009/07/breastfeeding-in-land-of-genghis-khan.htm

Brilliant article for making sense of breastfeeding, and quite funny too.

GOSH

Off to Great Ormond Street in less than a week, and it is making me very nervous and miserable. It will probably end the same way it always does, but there is a chance they will want to do some tests for J and see if his stomach is still inflamed. If they do that, we could be back on the rocky road of hopitals and this time we have F to think about too, and Rob not getting paid if he takes time off from work. I think my head might explode, and I want to move house.
On a lighter note, we are off to Muvver's this evening for a birthday weekend, with all this sisters present. This could be very explosive, after the fireworks of last time, which include one sister snogging another's husband. So for this reason, there are no men allowed. Very sensible I think!

Dog walking

I am really trying to go and walk the dog, but have no motivation, and no suitable shoes. I have finished all my boring admin work, when I say finished I think I mean stopped doing it because I want to go out. This time in a week we will be in Great Ormond Street, which I am very nervous about, not just the logistics of the trip, but will they do the tests, won't they, how the outcomes will affect everything, more time in hospital, etc etc, I could go on, but I won't. I will go and walk the dog and be sensible.
By the way- www.littlegreenmonster.co.uk for custom made stoma bag covers. might be interesting.

Tired today. I am writing as Felix is sleeping, and Josef is catching up on his home work. Bearing in mind he is only four years old, I am not sure I agree with homework for him. J played rugby this morning, I am so proud watching him run about the field with the other children, you can see him will his legs to work, super fast, but they fail him, and he does resemble someone ploughing through mud. It is not real rugby, they have tags on, to catch, and through rugby balls to each other, but I think it is enough.
Oh, and I have a new coat!!

Countdown

The countdown to great ormond street continues. I'm only spending nearly every waking moment thinking about it, so at least it is not every waking moment! Doctors are waiting to decide whether to have a go at reversing Josef's stoma, and 21st Oct is the first step along that road, with them deciding whether they will go ahead with tests. Part of me hopes yes, and I think more of me hopes no. I am too scared to deal with whatever might come with a reversal, and to enter into the world of hospitals again. But I am sure that is normal.

Josef had a very successful blood test. He didn't cry and came home with a Mr Brave sticker. What a relief, Rob was ready to sleep when he cam home, the whole thing is so stressful, it just wears you out, and compared to the other times he has been seen this time was a breeze. A rather large pizza and icecream followed as a celebration.

Hospital visit

Poor Josef has gone off to hospital with Daddy for a blood test. It is his first in a long time, and although he was quite excited to go and play on the pirate ship in the waiting room, he was a bit scared too. It should all be over and done with by now, but I can't stop thinking about him. Although I am glad in a way I didn't have to see him go through it, on the other hand at least I would have been there to give him a cuddle.

I have been lost for some time in a world of indecision and decision making, but finally I am back and ready to put pen to paper, or finger tip to key I suppose would be a more accurate way of describing it. J has been allocated his school place, and we get to trundle up to the posh school in the village, lucky old us, so we can now be officially part of the in crowd, although standing listening to people rant about their dealings with the customer service department at Next isn't my idea of a great afternoon's entertainment.
Poor old long suffering hubby is still toiling away in his sweaty kitchen and waiting for something more exciting and maybe even more sociable to come along and entice him out of the twilight world of a head chef. We can live in hope!
Monday we are off to Norfolk with the Old Girl to have a lovely holiday by the beach, and perhaps look at houses for when she makes the move back there, and leaves us all on our lonesome.
Great Ormond street looms again, and we will make the long trip to london to learn that J is fine and we can go back again in six months, although this time we are going to visit the Natural History Museum, and stay in a hotel, as very extravagant special treat. We deserve it.