Autumn Leaves and…….Summer Clothes(?)

Well everyone is talking about it, it’s a very British thing to do, so I am going to join in.  How strange is the weather at the moment? To be crunching through the Autumn leaves wearing summer clothes and sandals is just weird.

Me and F  have had a wonderful day in the park and the grave yard. (Hmmmm, is it strange that me and the children often enjoy a walk there? It’s so picturesque and peaceful.)  While the girls have been literally roasting in their classrooms – poor things.  They got off their school bus like Sweaty Betty’s – hair stuck to their brow and everything.

So, here is our day in pictures.

Finally Got Around To It……..


Woooo-hooooo!

Well, I must confess, one of my favourite bloggers Love In The Nest   (http://loveinthenest.blogspot.com/), very kindly awarded me this last week and to my great regret I completely forgot I had to do anything with it, apart from bask in the glory of her giving it to me.  So, now, I’ve pulled my socks up and am getting on with it.

I thank you! Love in the Nest!

So, now I have to
* Thank the blogger who has awarded you and link back to them
*Share seven thing about yourself
*Pass the award along to 15 other newly discovered blogs
So here goes:
  1.  I love my laptop!  We’ve never really had a great computer before, they’d been so slow that I just couldn’t be bothered with them.  Shopping online would take hours – ugh. Hated it.  Then Rob bought home a (slightly second-hand) MacBook Pro and I am in love!  This is how I started blogging a month ago, I was literally seeking out reasons to use this beloved machine.  I love my laptop! There I’ve said it!
  2. I never thought I wanted children.  That sounds awful, doesn’t it?  What I mean is I never ever thought about having children, I didn’t have time to think about it.  I was 21 and Rob was my first real boyfriend so I’d never had the need to think about it.  Until 7 months into our relationship I found out I was 5 months pregnant!!!! And then I realised (after the sheer shock and fear of telling parents was over and done with) that I wanted my baby more than anything.  Then Eva was so perfect we wanted Olivia and she was so perfect we wanted Frankie.
  3.  I feel very, very lucky to have my Mr.Kendall.  Yes, he gets on my nerves, sometimes to the point I want to pull every single hair from his inner thigh one by one (or other such painful tortures).  But ultimately, I do love him to actual pieces.  He puts up with me and my, sometimes, lets say, severe mood swings, he makes me laugh, he makes me proud, he makes me love him. And I do! Very much. (I in return put up with his equally severe and torturous bodily functions – sorry if that’s too much information!)
  4.  I love Christmas!  Oh my God – I love Christmas!  For me, as soon as Hallowe’en and Bonfire Night (I adore these too) are over, Christmas has begun.  I nag Rob to let us put the tree up, I get the kids to nag him, and he can’t say no to them so we’re usually the first in the street to put our decs up.  I love the build up of excitement, I love collecting recipes of ‘things I’ll cook for Christmas (and never do, the thought is there though) I like the wintry walks and returning to a warm hot chocolate (with a bit of squirty cream), I love the present buying, I love the school Christmas plays, I love mine pies, I love the Christmas songs – even the cheesy ones.  There is literally nothing I don’t like about the season.  However, it’s all over on boxing day for me and I am pulling down the tree and rearranging my furniture as soon as breakfast is over with.  True!
  5.  I would love to be able to sing. I love singing, I just love it, me and my best friend even had a little two-piece group in school.  We specialised in All Saints’ Never Ever song.  She had a great voice, I didn’t.  But I did try – and you’ve got to love a trier.  I will sing along to anything.  Adele is my current favourite, oh and a bit of Amy Winehouse (bless her).  I sing my head off during the day, while washing the dishes.  I’ve even been known to use the sweeping brush in the fashion of a microphone on a stand.  If anyone saw or over heard me though I would literally die.  Apart from the kids, they’re used to watching their mother pretend she’s on Stars in Their Eyes. (how old school is that – showing my age!)
  6.  I love fighting.  Not in the sense where I go out looking for trouble – quite the opposite, I am a huge wimp with a massive fear of confrontation and violence.  But I seriously think I missed my calling as, not a boxer, too combative but maybe a Tai Bo instructor(?).Remember Tai Bo?  I used to love it!  Me and Rob mess around fighting quite a lot, he generally puts me to the floor in a Judo stylee while I circle him like Mohammed Ali. Throwing punches every which way.  I don’t even know why but I love just trying my hardest to wrestle him and get my one up on him. It hasn’t happened yet, but one day, I give you my word, victory will be mine!!!!
  7.  I love the Paranormal.  I love anything spooky, anything scary, anything to do with seeing ghosts or Ouija boards, contact with the dead.  I think most people go through the ghost story phase as kids (don’t they?), but I still love it.  Me and my cousin used to set his alarm when we had sleepovers for like, 3am and get up and go around his house looking for ‘signs’ or ‘evidence’ or ‘proof’ of the paranormal.  I love scary films, not the gory kind that most of them are, but the spooky, ghostly one like The Others or The Grudge, or even The Ring.  If anyone can recommend a scary, not gory, book or film I would love hear from you.
So, that’s my 7 wonderous (pfffft) things about little old me.  Now to hear from the next 15. These are not all new blogs, but they are newly discovered by me. They aren’t all parenting, either – there’s some arts and crafts in there too.  I apologise, I don’t know how to link them properly so had to copy and paste their full addresses. :-/  I’ll try and correct it tonight.  Enjoy!xxxx

No Judgement Needed

Everyone has an opinion on childbirth.  Whether you agree with elective cesareans, or believe that childbirth is a woman’s most natural, base instinct – we all have our opinion.

Yes, we can plan what we consider to be our perfect birth, but for those of us who have been there, how many can say their plans were followed?

I have done a birth plan calling for:  with my first – all pain relief except epidural, with my second – an epidural at the slightest twinge of pain, with the third – home water birth with just gas and air (we’d bought the pool, and even a sieve should I poo in the water – glamorous!) None of the plans were followed!

Anyhoo, today, I found a book while cleaning out my cupboard under the stairs ‘The Yummy Mummy’s Survival Guide’ by Liz Fraser. I’d been given this as a present when pregnant with my second child and never really got around to reading it.  I felt that as this was my second baby, I knew a lot about being a mum (albeit, NOT a yummy mum by any stretch of the imagination) already. So today, with Frankie (my third baby) having a nap, I sat down with a cup of coffee and flicked through.

I was enjoying skimming through the pages until, dan dan daaaaan. I came to the chapter on choosing your method of childbirth, and, while it does inform you of the little truths about labour that no one talks about (the likeliness of poo-ing yourself for example) I found that the entire section was completely un-researched and one-sided, and based solely and completely on the authors opinions.  Yes, I know she is the author and of course has the right to express personal opinion but she (Liz Fraser)  is harping on about the greatness of all pain relief, especially epidural’s (she says it’s like having all your best orgasms rolled into one), I quote “free drugs! free drugs! TAKE THEM ALL” and I think that to write a book on matters of such massive importance, you need to be a little more responsible and well-informed! (Maybe getting in a medical professional opinion or two, like she does when she gets a designers advice in the pregnancy wardrobe part of the book.  I’m just saying. :-D )

She says:

“There are no prizes for enduring a painful birth. Nobody will care, there will be no parties, day spas or free babysitting for the woman who refuses all pain relief, because she thinks it makes her more of a mother than anyone else. It doesn’t.”

When I went into labour with my first child, I was absolutely terrified.  At 4 cm dilated, I could not believe the intensity of the pain I was in.  Why did nobody warn me?  I had gone through the whole pregnancy with people telling me ‘Oh, it’s not that bad’. WHAT??? It is horrendous!  Anyway, after about 6 hours, I decided I needed something more than gas and air, and was completely up for a bit of pethidine .  I had read that epidural’s increase the chances of caesarean so wanted to avoid.  So, I had pethidine, which made me so so sick, and mixed with gas and air I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.  I hallucinated a lot and at one point I thought the midwife had turned into the talking clock off Beauty and the Beast!!! True fact! :-O

Anyway, in a cloud of complete, excruciatingly painful confusion, I could not push my baby out ( I had no natural urge to push, plus no one said it was pushing like you were having a poo!) and I was soon strapped into stirrups, numbing injections were inserted (!) and cuts were made (wince) and a ventouse was fitted onto my babies head.  I felt as though I was steaming drunk, my head was spinning and woozy and I could make no sense of anything.  All I knew is that I thought I was dying – and I let everyone know, as I screamed repeatedly “I’m dyyyyyyiiiiiinnnng”. Oh the shame! But I thought I was!

My baby was then dragged out of my body and as I looked between my legs I noticed she was absolutely beautiful and……blue!  She was taken over to the resuscitation table while doctors flooded in.  I turned my head away and stared at the clock. (A real one, not a talking one).  I was being stitched up but was completely numb.  Everything was silent.  Then Rob started crying.  Then my mum started crying. The world stood still, I thought it had ended.  (I am struggling to type here, through my tears – I have never wrote this experience down) 7 minutes went by and my baby still wasn’t breathing by herself.  Then a pediatrician shouted ‘Has mum had pethidine?’  ’Yes’ someone shouted back and the antidote was injected into her and she was whisked off to SCBU.  I didn’t even get a proper look. I got to hug her an hour later – it felt a life time.  Everything was fine, she is amazing, she is gorgeous, she is my angel.

It turns out that I had had pethidine too close to delivery, it knocked the baby out cold, midwives had swapped over and notes weren’t made so the pediatricians didn’t know about the pethidine.

Liz Frasers opinion on pethidine:

“If you’ve never taken hallucinogenic drugs and fancy having a go for free, then pethidine is your answer.  Some disadvantages – it crosses the placenta, so your baby might be sleepy for a few days….And this is a bad thing.”

Yes, it can be a bad thing!!!!! I thought my baby was dead.

When I had Olivia, I was fully prepared to have an epidural immediately, I wasn’t going through the “I’m dying” thing again!  That huge needle was being inserted at the first pain! However, there wasn’t room on the ward, so I had to go begrudgingly to the birth centre which was….calming, homely and lovely.  I was offered the use of the birthpool which to my amazement I found fantastic and that’s where I stayed for 16 veeeeeery long hours, coping fine on just gas and air and the warm water.  This is where she was born. My little water baby.  It was quiet, calm and absolutely amazing.  I did not plan this, and I wouldn’t  chose a drug free and  painful birth to feel ‘more of a mother’, it just happened this way.

Liz Frasers opinion on water births:

“Many women love the calming, soothing aspect of birthing pools but be warned:

The water is lukewarm at best…..you’ll look like a shivering sun-dried tomato giving birth.

You will have to sit in the water with bits of shit, mucous, wee, blood and many other foul things floating about….you can’t have an epidural or pethidine…..there’s all the hassle of getting dried and dressed…..you will get even colder.”

Is this informed opinion? Has she experienced this?  Thank God I didn’t read this book prior to having Olivia!!!!

With Frankie – number 3 – a home, yes home, water birth was planned, but a bit of bleeding meant a hospital birth was needed. See, I told you birth plans are rarely followed.  We’d bought the pool and all the necessary add ons!  And off we were to hospital anyway.  I used the pool there but got out to deliver him on a beanbag.  I had gone from 4cm to 10cm in 12 minutes and delivered him in 5 minutes.  Total labouring time – 17 minutes!!! I had gas and air as I approached the 10cm mark.

Liz Fraser’s info on homebirths just so you know :

“Personally, I wouldnt’ advise anyone to plan this…….you may end up bleeding over the white sofa and parquet flooring.”

Now, I know that you don’t ‘get a medal’ for giving birth naturally, I had gas and air with all three of mine because it does bloody hurt, but, I have never and will never think myself, in any way superior or ‘stoical’ for not having an epidural.  Surely, as I said, to be writing a book on such an important and personal thing as giving birth, I think you should be a little more responsible and research your chosen subject in-depth!

Women should have ALL the facts in order to make an informed decision and should, ultimately do whatever they feel comfortable doing. If they chose an elective caesarean – fine –  it’s their decision!  The same as if they chose to birth with an epidural, pethidine gas and air, no pain relief, in a pool, on a bed  WHATEVER!  As long as they’re fully and fairly  informed of their options!

We know our capabilities and should 100% trust our instincts!  No one actively chooses to have a painful birth, they aren’t doing it to boast. From my experience, I would never use pethidine again.  I wouldn’t actively put anyone else off using it though.  Each to their own.

A woman has just gone through one of the best and worst (in terms of losing their dignity and the pain) experiences of their lives and however they got there, they have produced the same result – a brand spanking new life!  No judgement deserves to be made on their journey, just the cuteness of the end product – ha ha! Joke.

The three birth plans I made didn’t come into practice at all. It’s so true what they say about the best laid plans.

Saying that, the rest of the book I found to be funny and down to earth.  I especially liked her chapters on once the baby arrives onwards.  It kept me busy for an hour and a half anyhoo.

That is all. Amen :-D

Ginger-ism – The Last Acceptable Form Of Discrimination???

Hellooo,

Well, again for most of the week I have been without my laptop(boo!) as Rob has needed it for work. But, I have been itching to write a post or indeed, rant(!) and get some of your views on this following topic.

Redheaded donors are being turned away at sperm bank

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-15001467

Now I cannot believe that in today’s society where you hear everywhere about ‘Political Correctness gone mad‘ that a statement like this has been able to be broadcast without much reaction at all.  In fact, people seem to think that this is rather amusing!!!  Shocking!!!

Well, this is my reaction:

Now, yes, I am a red hair lover myself…..Rob has the most ginger hair you can imagine, and he is G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S!!  To this day, at the age of 28, he has been told he’s good looking……for a ginger (what the hell?), he can walk to work of a morning and still have some idiots shout out their car window “Oi! Ginger P***K!”  He has been beaten up on a night out a few years ago for being…..you’ve guessed it – a ginger! When attempting to report this incident to the police, they literally laughed in his face!!!  I have taken Eva to the park, when she was a toddler and had older kids say to me “ha ha, you’ve got a ginger kid“. Now, against what other group of people would this be acceptable?  Could you say this against an ethnic or religious minority and raise a laugh from the people around you?  No, you couldn’t – you could be arrested!!!!  Would it be acceptable for a sperm bank to openly ban donations from other minorities with ‘so-called’ undesirable characteristics?  I don’t even want to give an example for fear of offending someone and receiving a backlash – I am sure you can think of your own examples :o D

Ginger-ism is the last acceptable form of discrimination!!!

I remember watching a morning tv programme when E was a new-born baby. ( We’d had an extremely difficult delivery and she didn’t breathe on her own for 7 minutes of hell and I felt so, so lucky to have her.)  Anyway, I was watching this programme, with my beautiful, lightly red-headed baby and it was stated that in a study of pregnant women, one of the things they feared most for their unborn child, above any worries of deformities or illness or complications, was that they had ginger hair!  I was livid!  The studio audience found this hilarious!

None of my children have got red, red hair, to my dismay (as I adore it) and to Rob’s relief. He doesn’t want them to go through the teasing that he had. Eva and Frankie have sort of strawberry blonde highlights, which EVERYONE comments on and O is blonde.  I think if F had the ginger gene, Rob would have him starting Judo lessons NOW!

To conclude, (posh, eh?) I would have thought that if you have to go to the lengths of sperm donation for your child, the colour of its hair would be the last thing on your mind!!!   You would love your child, and think they are the most beautiful, perfect specimens on earth – knobbly knees, turned out toes, poisonous warts at the end of their nose – and all!!!

That is all!  Phew!  It’s good to be back.

And yes, we did read The Gruffalo at bedtime.

Some beautiful red heads.  Undesirable genes?????  I think not.xxxx