This morning I was trying to make myself look presentable for the nursery run and turned around to see Little E amusing herself on the iPad. She insisted on wearing her Hello Kitty headphones despite it just being the two of us and knew exactly how to plug them in, turn on the iPad and select her favourite games. Now, I am at an impasse here - on the one hand I am quite impressed my little girl has such a great grasp of technology, after all she is going to grow up surrounded and immersed by it more than I ever was. By the time she gets to senior school all work will be done on tablets and laptops and will people even use pens and paper!?! But there is a huge part of me that wants to grab the tablet from her and give her a book or an etch-a-sketch! She's not even three, she shouldn't know how to access the App Store and attempt to buy the latest Barbie app... My mother in law is always telling me how technology is ruining communication and I agree with her but surely stopping our kids from having access to technology would do just as much damage? It all comes back to balance - that word should be the first thing explained to a new parent. Half an hour on the Ipad whilst I struggle with the straightening irons is not going to ruin my daughter. If it was constant babysitter then that would be another issue. But I'll still be getting the colouring books out later to make myself feel better!
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Christmas officially arrived in our house yesterday. We have a fake tree. Sorry to those of you reeling in horror but we purchased it six years ago when we lived in a flat on the third floor and Husband (then Fiancé) didn’t relish the prospect of hauling a real one up (then back down) the stairs. I am also allergic to real ones so it seemed like the most sensible option and has also turned out to be cost effective because it looks pretty much as good as the day we bought it – there is a lesson here, spend a bit more on your tree and it’ll last you longer!
So the tree was up but looking rather naked when Little E and I appeared for breakfast. I had planned for us to spend an hour or so lovingly decorating the tree together whilst Husband was playing football - this was not to be. Instead my over enthusiastic nearly three year old rushed into the front room and proceeded to empty every bauble, string of beads and trinket onto the floor in a cloud of glitter. Whilst I was grappling with the lights she spent ten minutes trying to put as many baubles as possible onto the same branch before losing interest and insisting I put Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs on. With a heavy heart I gave in but in hindsight I should have gone with The Snowman or Elf to keep in line with the festive spirit. So everything was quite calm for an hour or so until I’d finished all the decorating and hovered up the glitter and tinsel tufts covering every surface. Then Little E noticed the decorations. She refused for any kind of beads or tinsel to be on the tree and pulled it off to use as an elaborate necklace. At this point I removed all long strangly decorations from all surfaces . She also appropriated the silver wire reindeer decoration from the window sill to be her new baby. The reindeer was subjected to a series of ordeals from being put to bed, pushed around in the pram and a trip to doctor Eloise where she performs a series of tests using her plastic doctors kit then announces the reindeer needs to go to bed to get better. At this point the Reindeer is no longer glitter encrusted and I need to get the hoover out again to clear up the trail left by reindeer’s activities during the day. Just when I thought all had settled down I noticed all the pink decorations were missing from the tree (at least the lower 2/3rds). Yes, Little E had taken it upon herself to round up all the pink decorations and hide them. I found them eventually behind a cushion. They are her pirate treasure apparently and despite repeated warnings not to touch the tree I can see this treasure hunt being repeated numerous times over the next three weeks! This week Little E and her best buddie Little B had fun making cupcakes and I thought I would share a little picture of them in action. They had very different icing styles. Little B was quite minimalist while Little E favoured smothering the cake with icing, licking it off then reapplying to ensure she injested as much sugar as possible. Great memories to share when they are older. Look at the concentration! This week a lot of worry has been lifted. Firstly a call to the maternity screening department revealed my antibody test was a false positive. This means my body is not attacking the baby as we thought and my Anti-D injection should stop this from happening. Huge relief but quite distressing that we were given the wrong information in the first place.
The second piece of good news is that after what felt like a million meetings we finally got to see the top consultant at the hospital this week. I went prepared - Five A4 pages of hand written bullet points, print outs from the NHS Choices website and emails from the Birth Trauma Association. Turned out we did not need to worry. Within a few minutes of listening to my story the green form was out and my C section was approved. No more meetings. No more going over the trauma again and again. No more stress finding a parking space in the stupidly small car park. Although I would be lying if I said I was worry free. Now my C section is confirmed I do feel a sense of trepidation about the surgery. Even though it is the best option for us, it is still a major operation. I am being realistic that the recovery will be substantial but I have everything crossed that it won't have the same complications as Little E's birth. |
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