Three poorly babies

I know Jack & Mikey aren’t technically “babies” but they are MY babies, so I have three poorly babies today.

It’s been starting for a few days but today it’s hit our household like a bacteria filled bomb, all three have sticky eyes (Yuck!), poor Jack woke up and thought he was blind!Ā šŸ™ˆ

Mikey has no comprehension of why I have to clean his eyes, he’s the hardest one to help. Jack doesn’t like having his eyes cleaned (using boiling water and cotton wool) plus eye drops, but he knows he needs them and if he just plays along it’s over a lot quicker than if he fights me, Nicole hates having her eyes cleaned (she’s too young for drops) but is too little fight back, so just gives me a guilty feeling with her bottom lip.

But Mikey, he is the strongest out of all three and hates any sort of intervention, wiping his nose, washing his hair, changing his bum…he’s not a fan of anything like that, so trying to swipe his eyes with cotton wool in one direction so I’m not rubbing it back into his eye, then putting in eye drops is near-impossible, but I managed it, I may have had to gently restrain him with my legs, but it took me no longer than a minute, whereas I could have sat there for an hour trying to reason with him but got nowhere, if you are a fan of the TV show Friends….Imagine Rachel with the eye drop, but x10!

I had plans to take the kids out to the park today or maybe even to a play area, but I’m not so well myself and really all they want to do is stay in their pyjamas and watch TV, so I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to chill with them and not spread this cold/virus/eye infection whatever you want to call it, to the outside world.

Kids perk up pretty quickly so I’m hoping they’ll be OK for nursery and a play date tomorrow, there’s really no way to tell until the morning with kids, they are pretty unpredictable. I know they’ll be absolutely gutted to miss out but I suppose it’s my job to decide what is best and weigh up the pros and cons, they’ve been having their eye drops for two days now, so hopefully their eye will be better by tomorrow.

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Taking the plunge…

After having a Molar Pregnancy, a Miscarriage, 2 premature babies, a stint in NICU and a Caesarean it’s pretty obvious why I am a “nervous” mum.

Now don’t misunderstand, I don’t mean nervous in my decisions, I am pretty good when it comes to knowing how I want my boys raised. When I say nervous I mean constantly checking they are still breathing when they are asleep, not passing them round as newborns or having too many visitors in case it “upsets” them, making sure they don’t get “overstimulated” and the biggie the never slept in their own room.

I’ve got a lot better as time has gone, I’ve managed to let go a bit, I used to get frowns and the comment “You’re a first time mum aren’t you”. Not always, but sometimes I would reply with “Yes, I lost two babies and then my first son was almost 11 weeks premature, he could only have half an ounce of milk every 6 hours, could only be held once a day and I could smile at him or talk to him too much because it would over-stimulateĀ him and make him lose weight, the constant battle to get his weight up wasn’t only heartbreaking because it was another step further away from bringing him home, but the fact your child is in a high dependency unit before you even have a chance to take the first glance at them is heartbreaking, so forgive me for being a bit overprotective”.

Obviously as time has gone on and Jack got bigger and stronger, I felt more comfortable with letting him explore, I still saw every potential hazard but I refrained from freaking out about things like taking him down the street where cars were parked on a hill in case the hand brake came off one of them and I couldn’t move him out of the way in time (the kind of crazy shit that goes through my mind).

Then Mikey came along, I was extremely different with him, not less overprotective but I was more relaxed. I never want to regret not raising my kids the way I want them raised, so even if people think I’m a crazy over the top nutter I am still going to do it my way (Paul get’s some input…or so he likes to think). But of course there is always them couple of know it all’s who come out with “Huh, not so overprotective with the second, nobody was allowed to hold golden boy Jack”. My response of course being “Mikey came home after 2 days, Jack came home after six weeks, Mikey is a lot healthier and a lot stronger than Jack, I love them equally and still freak out about any harm coming to Mikey as well as Jack, plus no-one bothers to come to see you after visiting your first newborn baby by the time your second is here a visit is rare, actually sadly most family members met Mikey at a funeral for the first time.

Well last night I took a plunge, for the first night ever the boys slept in their own room! I was desperate, Mikey has got into the habit of waking between 6 and 20 times in a night, Jack wakes and screams until he can get into our bed. They used to be good sleepers but have just got into bad habits.

I was dreading it, but Mikey slept until 9:45am and Jack slept until 10:40am! Mikey woke twice for a breast feed and that was it.

I took the plunge…when I was ready, when the time was right and it worked.

Let’s hope it wasn’t a fluke!

Wish me luck for tonight!