Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Soccer shenanigans

I'd like to think my boys are talented athlete's, doesn't every parent?  

But alas 'tis but a dream.  

Soccer legends they may not be, but they get an A+ for enthusiasm. Well, one of them does, the other tries to get out of every practise and most games.  He actually recently declared that he in fact hates soccer.  

Oookay then.

With the season almost at an end, the guilty conscious insisted that I get along and watch at least one of their games.  The forecast was for a nice mild winters day, so taking the Baby out for an outdoor adventure should be reasonably pleasant. 

Coder has taken them to all of their games this season, and I must say it has been pretty alright getting to stay home in the warm.

It was a family affair, the 7 of us piled into the car and off we set to the soccer fields. 

The Baby decided that today, for the first time, was not a good day for napping in the capsule.  In fact, it was far more interesting to peek out of the tiny gap between blankets that were draped over the pram.  Because unfortunately the weather forecast was slightly ambitious and it was indeed quite chilly!   He was fine for most of the first game, crying only a little until he was enticed to sleep.

Intermission was an early lunch stop at McDonalds where the Baby was allowed out of his capsule for his McBreastmilk.   He still had not slept well.  This was good, he will sleep like a baby at the next game! 

Or perhaps not.  Baby knows best after all.  It is a far better idea to insist Mummy feeds you in the middle of open fields, sitting on wet grass with the wind whipping around, in almost every direction. 

Conceding defeat on the Baby sleeps in capsule battle, Coder held him so I could take photos.

One of the few times he actually got to touch the ball.  It's not his fault though! There are some fast kids on team that seem to be everywhere all of the time.  Which is great if you want to win, but not so great for giving everyone ball time.  

 He also gets occasionally distracted.  By himself.

Worn out after the game.

In his own little soccer free world.

Time for a hair cut, or a pony tail?

Two years ago I wrote this post about his first soccer season. So things haven't changed much! But now we have Oshawott playing too.

Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays).

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Snow bound, or not...

On Saturday, after a week of wild and wooly Tasmanian weather, including a massive dumping of snow, we decided to brave the cold and take the boys to one of our favourite spots, Mt Field National Park.

Timing it just before Baby's morning nap, we headed off, 5 boys rugged up and super excited.  Well Baby had no idea what was going on, but he was rugged up none the less.  His brothers were oozing enthusiasm, it was almost infectious. I still had a few reservations about taking a 12 week old on day trip to the snow, worried he might not settle for a long sleep in the car, or that it would just be too cold.

Like a champ Baby slept the whole trip, 1.5 hours.  He was still asleep on arrival so we embarked on our first stop, the Russell Falls 25min return walk.  This walk is wheelchair/pram friendly and is really beautiful, any time of year.  Yet something was magical about this time, something was different, you could hear the waterfall much earlier then usual.  And it soon became clear why.  The falls were a gush with water from the melting snow.  They were impressive to say the least.  The boys were squealing in delight.  For a few moments anyway, until they became distracted by fallen palm fonds, come swords. 

No joke, they can make a weapon out of anything.


Baby, mid walk, signaled it was time for a pit stop, albeit in a very insistent fashion.

Lunch was an assortment of toasted sandwiches, hot drinks, icy poles and one serve of milkies.  One thing that never ceases to amaze me is their ability to scoff down icy poles or ice creams in the middle of winter, in the middle of the snow (practically).

After sorting out the empty bellies it was time for the main event, the snow ball fight! 

The road to top of the mountain was closed just the day before, and was now open to 4wd's and 2wd's with snow chains.  Well that was good, it meant there would be no shortage of fresh snow fit for a throwin'. 

And it would have been good if everyone heeded the warnings.  But of course there is always one, or in this case two.. people that seem to think rules are for 'other' people and not them.

Basically we got stuck in a traffic jam, and this was no ordinary traffic jam.  This one was on a narrow snow covered winding mountain road.  There was no room to pass anyone, and no room for error. At the centre of the chaos were two chain-less 2wd cars.  Yay.

It was so bad, there was no way to go up or down. 

With hopes of throwing the biggest snow ball ever at Daddy quickly fading help arrived in the form of the ranger on duty and a police officer.  With walkie talkies, shovels and a snow plow they coordinated our escape route, and that of all of the other cars too of course.   We had to move our cruiser as far over to the side as possible "without damaging your vehicle of course".  I had my head out the door trying to navigate coder through deep snow while avoiding branches and bushes.

We were stuck so long leading up to this point that we got the kids geared up in their snow gear and got them out to play.   As did most of the other people.

Thankfully Baby slept through the whole thing.  It was hours.  He was such a good little sleeper that day, thank goodness!

Once we were on our way back down, it was getting late but the boys hadn't had a good play, so we pulled over on the side of the road for some more snow fun.  The Policeman passed us, telling the boys it was illegal to throw snow balls in a National Park and he would have to arrest them.  The looks on their faces!

Baby was still asleep during this play session too, but woke when we got to the bottom of the road, so it was time for another pit stop before heading home. 

We got home at 6pm, so it was a really long and eventful day. But it was definitely memorable!

Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays).

Tuesday, 29 July 2014

It's not all rainbows and puppy dog's tails.

You would think after successfully breastfeeding 4 babies, and well past 12 months, that number 5 would be no different.

Yes, I thought you would.  I thought so too. 

How wrong could we both be?

Turns out after 4 babies my breasts decided enough was enough.  They were going to fight letting the milk come in after birth (this took 5 and a half days), they were going to make the pain on my left side so excruciating it was toe curling (which I can handle as this pain usually subsides after a few weeks, alas it did not), and just for good measure let's throw in a couple of bouts of Mastitis.

So for 12 weeks I have been fighting.  Fighting for my babies right to have the same breast milk privileges that his 4 brothers received before him.  I have been on medication to increase supply, I have been using a breast pump to increase supply and to also use on the sore side when the pain was just too bad that I was unable to use it. I have even taken a 'tonic' from the alternative medicine store which was so disgusting it was a battle just to keep it down.

Baby was tongue tied, and we thought this may have been the problem, so he had the procedure to cut the tie.  I was expecting immediate relief.  

It didn't happen.

I tried going to a lactation consultant, they tried to help and basically put me in the 'too hard basket' (her words).  

We stayed home alot, it was too hard to go out when I had to express each feed and also use a bottle aswell.  It was hard to keep up with the expressing, it was too easy to skip a feed and not express.  Especially in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter.

It was at this point, during the onset of the second bout of Mastitis that I was pointed in the direction of a new lactation consultant.  They fit me in the same day I called.   She was determined to help, and rang my Dr to order a swab and blood tests. 

It was during the weekend, whilst awaiting the results, that something astonishing happened.   I was able to feed on the sore side with no discomfort, which is to be expected after not using 100%, but I was able to feed on that side for the rest of the day with minimal discomfort!

More so, baby was satisfied and did not need formula top ups for that day!  He was fussy at dinner time, which is his hangry time, so he had formula then to help calm the savage beast.

I am still in shock that perhaps this problem may be resolving.  In my head I was just convinced it would never be easy, that we would be comp feeding forever and the pain would be constant.   I am just guessing, but it was either the second round of antibiotics that possibly killed off a nasty bug that was causing the pain.  Or perhaps it was the cream I was using for nipple thrush (which was an unlikely cause, as the only symptom I had was the shooting pain, but that's how desperate I was to get answers).

So just after I wrote this I received a phone call.  Well, a message was left from the nurse at the Medical Centre I attend.  So I called and she explained that the Dr had my results and wanted to see me urgently. 


Not something you want to hear and for around 2 hours I was internally freaking out.

So that nasty bug I had guessed at was indeed a nasty bug.  


Noice.   I have had this for 12 weeks, and therefore most likely to have picked it up in the hospital.  Had to be something to stress me out, couldn't just go smoothly with #5 now could it.

The pain had alleviated slightly over the weekend because I had just finished the 2nd course of antibiotics and it had actually started to work.  But it just wasn't long enough to kill it off.   The pain had started to come back yesterday and now I know why.

I have a double course of the antibiotic to take now, and then will need another swab.

Apart from feeling like a leper I feel very optimistic that all of our feeding problems may just resolve once this is all sorted out.

Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays).

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

A little boy.

Just a few photos because I have been very slack on the blog.  I have had mastitis twice and am still trying to increase supply in the hope we won't always need to comp feed with formula.   So that means a lot of pumping, medication, and still constant washing and sterilising of bottles.  

Not to mention it has been school holidays for 2 weeks.  The boys went back today.  Hooray! 

These were my attempt at getting some nice photos when he was 6 weeks old.   

It was pretty difficult to get any that I was happy with, and I took zillions! Even if they aren't perfect I am really glad I attempted it.  He is 11 weeks old now, so I will have to try again. 

Coder pointed out that he has my Grandma's eyes, and once he said that I can see it too.  

He is such a good baby.  Settles himself to sleep and goes straight back to sleep at night even though he is awake when I lay him back down.  He has 4 big brothers that love him to bits.  And he loves them too, rewarding their attention with huge grins, coos and even little laughs.

Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays).

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