Tassie Trip June 2009

~~The kids having a cuddle in the airport~~

Call me crazy but I decided on the spur of the moment to book a flight for me and the kiddies to fly to Tas. Yes that's right, taking my children who enjoy running around outside in the Queensland winter, bare foot and only 1 layer of clothes to a place that requires at least 3 layers, beanies, scarves and closed in shoes. So not the most ideal time, but the lure of going before Xav was no longer free was a big bonus! Also meant I got to meet my latest Nephew as a snuggly little 6 week old.

~~James - 6weeks~~

I booked the flight for 10 days away, so had time to get some warm clothes organised. Grace needed a pair of shoes (I don't think sandals will cut it!) and I wanted to quickly knit up some scarves for the kids.

There were no direct flights available, only ones that flew through Sydney airport. Ok, I was all brave when I booked it but after pressing the confirm button I realised the reality of it all. 6am flight out of Gold Coast, having to amuse 2 kiddies on the plane, negotiating Australia’s biggest airport, then another flight to Tas. Crap, what was I thinking? Obviously I wasn't.

Doesn't help that the airports and planes are just breeding grounds for the dreaded Swine Flu that is the latest fear campaign doing the rounds. So for the first time ever I bought a bottle of antibacterial gel and plan on lathering it on the kids at every opportunity.

So Tuesday morning was an early rise for me, 4am. The kids were carefully pulled out of bed at 4.30am and gently put in their car seats in the hope that they slept on the car ride to the airport. Didn't work, but they were happy to munch on dry cheerios without any complaints.

Duane took us to the airport and helped us check everything in. I pulled out all the airline talk in the hope that we could have 3 seats, instead of just the 2 that we were supposed to have - Xav was to be riding in my lap. The flight was full though, so couldn't guarantee it. I went light with luggage, but was a little difficult cramming 1 adult and 2 kids clothes into a medium suitcase. I used Grace's little suitcase as carry on luggage, holding all the "sit still & please, please, please don't carry on" bribes.

We were called to board the plane, so after giving Daddy big kisses and cuddles we headed out in the dark, morning air to the tarmac. I was holding a little chubby hand in each of mine and both kids were excited to see the great big plane in front of us. Well that was until the engines started up and scared little Xav stopped in his tracks and started crying. I scooped him up, and headed up the stairs - Grace eagerly skipping up the steps beside me.

We found our seats and promptly set everything up. Grace snapped up the window seat, pointing excitedly out the other planes on the tarmac and Daddy who was waving from the terminal.

The flight down was nice and smooth. The kiddies snacked on cheerios and Uht milk that I had packed in the bag. There were numerous trips to the toilet, until the novelty of the three of us cramped into the small cubicle wore off. It's a difficult task having three people shoved in, one person on the toilet, then up and shuffle to the right so that the next person could come from the left and have their turn.

The flight was only an hour, so it felt like as soon as we were up, it was time to buckle up and head back down again. Outside was foggy but we still got some lovely views over Sydney as we approached the airport.

We only had an hour to fill in at the airport, before getting on our next flight to Launceston. Just enough time for a toilet stop and for the kids to run around like lunatics and expel all the pent up energy. Our boarding gate was located right beside a row of travelators, so of course the kids wanted to ride on them for the whole time. They stayed close to me most of the time, but 1 time I was distracted by a call from Duane and Xav bolted towards the travelator. I ran after him, but he was too quick and leaped onto the travelator, but on the one going the WRONG way. I watched as my little boy ran three steps, fell flat on his face and then be sucked back. I dived in and grabbed him just as his flared pants were about to be sucked back into oblivion. That was our only hiccup of the whole trip down.

~~Naughty little children running away from Mummy~~

It wasn’t long until we were called to board the next flight. We once again settled in nicely and the kids and I snacked on a treat of Tiny Teddies (gosh those little things are yummy). Not long into the flight Xav asked for his “dum-dum” and blankie, curled up on his seat and promptly went to sleep. I naughtily bought Grace a small packet of original Pringles, set her up with a magnetic travel game of snakes and ladders and followed Xav to slumber land. Grace was happy to nibble and play and once again both kids were perfect on the flight. I proudly lapped up all the praise that I was given (there was lots!) about how well behaved and polite my kids were.

Finally we arrived in Launceston. The air was brisk as we left the plane, but the sun was shining brightly. The kids were excited to see Nanny; Xav had been practising saying “Nanny” on the way down. He was a little shy seeing her at first, but soon warmed up and now constantly wants to be with her. Grace instantly went to her for a big hug, attaching herself beside her and not leaving since.

We have had a great holiday, spending lots of time out and about in the cold winter air. We had a few nice days, but also our fair share of crappy ones. Here are some of the places we visited:

Ashgrove – It was a cold and wet day and we were racking our brains of somewhere to take the kids that would be out of the rain and let them stretch their legs. We decided to head to Ashgrove Cheese factory – lots of room, fake cows to amuse the kids and plenty of yummy cheese for us to stuff our faces with! Perfect!

When we first got there the rain decided to be nice to us and stop for a little while. The kids loved checking out the colourfully painted cows. Xav was a little scared at first, probably thinking they were about to start moving at any moment, but it didn’t take long before he was pretending to milk them.

The cheese tasting was just DEVINE. An unlimited amount of beautiful cheeses like cheddar, vintage, marinated fetta, lavender, wasabi, pepper and my absolute favourite Double Gloucester. Oh my, did I get my free tastings worth, sometimes being sneaky and slipping 2 bits of cheese on each toothpick! The kids only had a small lunch that day, their little tummies were full of dairy goodness. We did want to check out the cheese making room, but it was closed for the day.

Tasmazia – I had heard great things about this place, so was desperate to check it out with the kids. We took the opportunity of the first clear day to head up to the chilly base of Mount Roland and check out this well known Tassie attraction. We stopped quickly in Sheffield, to check out the “Hub, Recycling Centre” (the op-shop!). I picked up a large card file that I had wanted for ages for all my recipes, I was hoping for some more Tupperware, but no luck. As we headed out of Sheffield we spotted Grace St, so we did a quick stop to take a pic.


~~Grace Street, Sheffield~~

Silly me had forgotten my jacket, which is not the smartest thing to do when you are only wearing a thin top and are spending the morning outside under a mountain with snow clouds looming. I stole Xav’s scarf and blanket, looking oh, so fashionable! I really didn’t care though; I was just happy to no longer be freezing.

The mazes were a lot of fun. Mum and I both had heard the theory of staying to one side and then easily being able to find the middle, problem was we couldn’t agree on if the side to stay on was left or right. We decided to throw caution to the wind and let the kids decide which direction we would be travelling. I’m sure we covered way more ground than we needed to, but eventually we found the middle.

We wandered through the miniature town of Crackpot, the kids having a great time checking out all the tiny little houses. We followed the yellow brick road around the kiddy maze, then headed over to the balance maze. It was starting to drizzle at this stage, but the kids still insisted on perfecting their balance acts on the slippery maze.


The kids ran ahead, and I could hear them both giggling and splashing. Of course the little terrors had found a puddle to splash in, which would have been fine except I had forgotten a spare change of clothes.

We ambled around the rest of the maze, finding the 3 little pigs houses and also the maze of cubby houses. It started drizzling, so we desperately tried to find the end of the maze - knowing that the warmth of the famous pancake parlour was on the outside. We rushed about, stumbling into dead ends and seemingly going around in circles. In the end we cheated and found an emergency exit, but by that stage it was heavily raining and the challenge of getting out was wearing thin.

It was getting close to X's nap time, so we decided to have something quickly to eat in the cafe and then head home. Babycinno's warmed up the kids bellies, whilst Mum & I waited around for out order to come. After a 40 minutes (and noticing people who ordered after us were being served) I was starting to get stroppy so went to check what was happening. After uhming and arhing, we were told that it was on its way soon. Finally after another 10 minutes we got our food. Who would have thought that cheese toasted sandwiches would take 50 minutes. I wouldn't have been so annoyed, but trying to amuse 2 tired and cold kiddies for that long in a cafe was a bit of a nightmare, should have probably let the kids run feral then see how quickly we were served and shunted out.

Don River Railway - I had promised the kids that one day we would head to the Don River railway and take the train ride to Coles beach and back. We were running out of time, but managed to squeeze it in on the morning before we left to come home. The railway has been there for years, but I can't remember ever going as a child, so it was exciting going for the very first time with very excited children.

We got there about half hour before the train was due to leave, so we went for a wander in the yard and the kids had a great time climbing on all the old trains. Mum reminisced about her youth, and back in the olden days when train travel was so common. We had a look through a 1940's train that had been restored to its former glory, but gosh it was still so confined.




Finally it was time for the main event. Xav for some reason was a little reluctant to actually get on the train, but once he was on and realised what was happening, he was excited. Both kids scampered for a seat, and with a whole carriage virtually to our self and prime window seats everywhere, they chose to sit squished up beside each other. Sweet.

They spent the rest of the trip with little noses pressed up against the window, so excited to be going on their very first train ride. We got the the end, where if it was nicer weather we were planning on having a picnic on the beach, but due to being bitterly cold, we decided the best option was a quick stretch of legs and then straight back on the train.

The kids were lucky enough on the trip back to each have a turn in the train drivers seat.

~~Xav up the front of the train~~

~~Grace up the front of the train~~

We also got to spend some time with my Nan. She's Great-Grandma to the kids, and they both absolutely adore spending time with her. Grace remembers her from our previous trips to tas and also from the trips that Nan has made up here. Grace was instantly comfortable with her, constantly wanting cuddles and talking to her. Helped that Nan always has treats for the kids, so they were plied up with lollies, jelly, ice cream and milkshakes. Things that they normally wouldn't be allowed to have, but I figured she was getting joy from it and they most definitely were happy with the situation!

Xav took a few moments to warm to Nan, but as soon as he was comfortable he was fighting with Grace for all the attention. We only got to spend the 1 day with Nan, but it was lovely to see my grandmother with her great-grandchildren. We spent an hour or so trying desperately to get a pic with all of us together.

Now, THAT was funny. In between all the laughs, giggles and jokes, we finally managed something not too bad. I also got some great shots of the kids with Nan.

~~Grace with one of the Penguin locals~~

One of the fine afternoons we headed out to Bells Parade, Latrobe to feed the ducks and have a play. The kids had a great time running around in the beautiful autumn leaves, which I was pleased about as the lighting was perfect for some beautiful photo's.

~~I LOVE this photo, my beautiful children~~

This is the gorgeous Miss Emma, Mum's Rhodesian Ridgeback/Labrador who is I think about 15 years old. She's been a wonderfully loyal dog, but unfortunately nearly at the end of her time. She's really looking old now and I highly doubt that she will be round when I make my next trip to Tas. She's not in pain at all and still manages all the basics (except sometimes could do with a Tena!), so Mum is reluctant to have her put down. She's popping up lumps everywhere on her body and has suspected diabetes. Poor old thing. She's had a fantastic life though and I hope that when she is ready, she'll pass on gently and quickly.

Here's some pics from another day in the Autumn leaves:

I shouldn't have ever been worried about how the kids would be on the plane. They were absolutely perfect again on the way back, faultless in fact. Xav slept for most of the first flight, whilst Grace ate her little care package from Mum. She nibbled on gourmet cheese and cubes of home-cooked silverside. She also had her fair share of tiny-teddies and a lolly pop as she was complaining of her ears hurting. Sydney airport was a bit of a pain as we had nearly 4 hours to kill. Grace was a little hyper at one stage and kept running off and jumping on the travelator, then runnning backwards on it so she really wasn't going anywhere. She was swiftly put into a quiet corner and reprimanded for running off. I had a little bit more hand luggage on the way home, so found it a bit harder to confine Xav, chase her and hold all the luggage. I ended up getting the kids their craving, sushi, then finding a quiet parents room and containing them in there.

Finally at about 9pm, after leaving Devonport at 11.30am, we were back on the Gold Coast. The kids were jumping out of their skin to see Duane. The reunion between them all was beautiful.

Somethings up

Somethings wrong with my sweet little girl.

It all started last Wednesday night. I'd gotten back from having my tooth extracted and in my Adrenalin induced coma, fell asleep and left Duane in charge of kiddies.

He made them a "Daddy" dinner of oven-baked salmon and chips, their plates were void of anything of the green variety. They were happy though!

The kids gobbled it all up with gusto, pleading Duane for more salmon and stealing some of his plate. At one stage Grace gave a little cough and spat some chips out, but seemed ok afterwards.

At about 9pm (I was still asleep, but could vaguely hear), Grace started screaming and complaining that her chest hurt. She came and hopped in bed with me, screaming the whole time. She was clutching her chest and yelling that she wanted her water. I initially thought that she had a sore throat, but she kept insisting that it was her chest. After about an hour of on-off screaming, we suspected that it may have been a fish bone so Duane called Med call.


I was still feeling like crap, thanks to the gaping wound in my mouth, so Duane took Grace out into the lounge to wait for the Dr. I fell back asleep - attentive mother that I am.

By the time the Dr came, she was crashed out asleep on the lounge. He had a listen to her chest, which all seemed ok. Duane asked if it could be a fish bone, and he said it very well could be and maybe it was lodged the bottom of her throat. He said that it could pass through ok, but if she got worse to take her to emergency. He also suggested to use Ventolin, which could enlarge the airways and let it pass easier.

She was ok for the rest of the night and the next day, so we figured if it was the bone, it had passed.

Thursday night I was heading to Robina to finish getting a few things for Trude's baby shower on the weekend. I'd been there a little over half hour when Duane called all distressed with a screaming Grace in the background. She was displaying exactly the same symptoms as the night before, but this time saying the pain was in her tummy. The poor little thing sounded like she was in so much pain and becoming more distressed. Duane couldn't take her anywhere as I had the car with the seats, so he quickly called Trude to come watch Xav and I headed home to pick them both up and head to emergency. Trude and I both walked in the front gate at the same time, and lo and behold, Grace was asleep on the couch.

I roused her out of the sleep, trying to see if she was still in pain. She seemed completely fine though, even after an hour.

This morning she still seemed fine so I took the kids out to do some shopping. I bribed them both with a small packet of plain chips, plonked them in the trolley and went about getting what I needed. Xav couldn't contain his excitement as he stuffed his face full of saturated fats, Grace on the other hand had a nibble of her chips and then said she didn't want anymore. She started to get whingy and kept saying that she wanted to go home to sleep. It was only 10.30am, and considering she hadn't got out of bed until 8am I thought this was a little unusual. She looked a little pale and very tired, so I rushed around and got everything then left. I still had to get a few things from Target, so we quickly ran in and got them then headed home. She was still saying she just wanted to sleep, and as soon as she was in the car she went straight to sleep.

I transferred her to the couch when we got home and she slept for about 1/2 hour. For the rest of the afternoon she just wasn't' herself. She didn't want me leaving her at all, crying for me to come back. She kept complaining of tummy pains and was just generally miserable. I was starting to think that it was an attention thing, as when I left her she would get worse, but when I came back to her she seemed better. I asked if she was pretending to be sick, but she insisted that she didn't feel well.

Duane & I took her to the Dr in the afternoon, but she couldn't work out what was up. She thought maybe it was reflux, the only other suggestions she had was Diabetes or Kidney Stones - which she didn't think it was. We left with strict instructions to get a urine sample, and if she seemed to get worse to go straight to emergency.

She spent the rest of the day laying on the couch, feeling miserable. She wasn't hungry, but was drinking so much water. Overnight she was fine, but then again this morning she was miserable and complaining that her stomach/chest hurt. She told Duane that she had a bad taste in her mouth, but couldn't really explain anything else.

I left her with Duane this afternoon as I was going to Trude's baby shower. We thought we would see how she was, and if she wasn't getting better we would take her to Emergency and maybe get an ultrasound or blood tests or something. Duane said over the afternoon she slowly perked up and by the time I got home she was back to nearly normal. She did tell me that she had a sore vagina, and it was hot and burning when she wees - so I really think she's had a UTI. We did manage to catch some wee, so hopefully if she did, that will show up.

She's just gone to bed now and I'm hoping that she's over whatever it is.

Home

Well the kids and I are all home, after a great holiday to Tas. Everything went brilliantly, and this was the first trip that I wasn't crying on the phone to Duane and wanting to come home early. I could easily have stayed another week and still not have had a scrap of homesickness.


The kids were perfect angels the whole time, I only wanted to donate the big one to charity for about 5 minutes. Peak time in Sydney airport with 2 energetic kids and lots of energetic is a recipe for disaster!

We got home to an immaculately clean house at about 10pm Sunday night. Only stayed clean enough for us all to dump our luggage and spread out the paraphernalia that comes with having kids. Soon enough the house had that "lived in" look again and poor Duane looked slightly peeved that all his hard work was being trashed. It was a quick change into Pj's and straight to bed for a very exhausted Mummy & 2 kiddies.

It's been a busy few days. I had a dentist appointment on Wednesday and am now the proud owner of a gigantic whole where my molar once was. I'd been having trouble with the gum getting infected all the time, but at my last trip to the dentist she thought that it was just an infection in the tooth and if that cleared up the molar could be saved. Well she did a temporary filling, but still the gum kept getting infected so there was no use even attempting the permanent filling, so out it came yesterday.

I was all brave going by myself, practicing my calm breathing as he approached with a gigantic needle. The needle stung a little, but it was the 10 minutes of dragging on the tooth to extract it that caused the most pain. He had the tooth by the pliers and was pulling it from side to side to loosen it, but the problem was the metal from the pliers was causing friction on my lips and burning them. Not a pleasant feeling, but one I just had to put up with until the tooth gave way and came out.

Finally after what seemed like forever, the huge molar came free. It was enormous, with such deep, long roots. The anaesthetic was kind to me for an hour or so, but then the aching started. I just came home, shoved my mouth full of gauze and went to sleep. The adrenaline in the needles leaves me shaky and exhausted and not capable of doing anything but lay around feeling sorry for myself. It ached all night and all the next day, not to mention the disgusting feeling of swallowing blood and having a gross infection taste permanently in my mouth. It was pulled on Wednesday, it's now Friday and still aching all day. The gaping big hole is just revolting, everything I eat gets stuck in it and I am constantly having to flush it out.

Another big thing happened this week that was very exciting. I got to listen to Sarah J Buckley speak at a Friends of The Birth Centre meeting. She came down to talk to us about birth, focusing mainly on the important roles that hormones play. She's amazing and so knowledgeable on birth, breastfeeding and babies, it was awesome listening to her. I was slightly tragic and got her to sign my copy of her book (Big W $18.43, BARGAIN!).

Oh, and I almost forgot THE MOST exciting thing that happened this week. My friend Trudy has asked me to be a support person at her birth at the end of July! Trude was at Xav's birth being my very own paparazzi and capturing every moment perfectly. She's also having her little boy at the BC, and with the same midwife that I had. I am just so thrilled that I get to share in the journey of birth again, the experience of welcoming a new baby is just the best.

I have 2 posts that I am frantically trying to finish - Lucienne's birth & our trip to Tas, so I best get back to them!

Autumn Harvest Festival

One of the many things that I love about Grace's pre-school and school is the festivals that they celebrate. It's a lovely time for families to get together, and be involved in the school community and for the children to have enriching experiences.

Last week we got to celebrate the Autumn harvest. There was a list of ingredients, and families were asked to choose one to bring along. Duane picked Grace up that day, and chose the sour cream. Now sounds like an easy task, but I was a little concerned that I would be stuck looking for "organic, free-range, hand-milked sour cream that only came from happy cows" Turns out any would be fine, so off to the shops to find 2 large tubs of sour cream.

On the day of the festival, we all headed up to the pre-school at 3.30pm. We had been told to bring along our picnic baskets and blankets so that all the families could enjoy the harvest meal together outside.

The kids all had a great time running around the yard and playing. Grace loved showing Xav off to all her friends, "This is my brother Xavier", she would tell everyone so excitedly. They'd then run off and play together in the sandpit, on the swings or in the tree house.

As the sun started to set behind the beautiful hinterland, everyone gathered together in a large circle for some singing. The kids led the way, singing songs loudly that they had obviously been practicing for the festival. We all were then asked to tip-toe inside and find a nice comfy spot, and Miss Christine would tell a story. Miss Amanda sung a song about story time, a candle was lit and then Miss Christine revealed a table full of Autumn things. She retold a beautiful Autumn story that the kids had been learning over the past weeks about a bulb who was looking for the perfect place to rest.

After the story we all headed outside to get all the food ready. There were 4 tables set up and on each table were different foods that had to be prepared. Each family was asked to go around each table and start the preparation of the foods. The kids were all eager to have a go, their excitement was gorgeous! Hands were washed and dried, then straight to work.

The first activity we did was to squeeze the orange juice. Grace & Xav both loved it and were awesome little juicers, getting out as much as they could from each orange.

Next was scrubbing the potatoes.

Then the pumpkin had to be cut up:


And lastly all the bread had to be buttered:

All the kids loved being involved in the preparation of the food. You could see the satisfaction in their faces as they filled the large jug with orange juice, as they carefully scrubbed the dirt off the potatoes, as each piece of pumpkin was delicately diced and as each piece of bread was buttered.

After everything was prepared a large table was set up with all the food. Each family took in turns going up to get their meal. We all then sat down on our picnic rugs happily drinking the freshly squeezed orange juice and dipping freshly buttered bread into our steaming hot pumpkin soup with a dash of sour cream on top.

It was a beautiful afternoon and and a great chance to meet up with all the other families outside of the pick-up and drop-off times.

Busy week

I have had the most exciting, thrilling, nervous, anxious and emotional week.

It's been fantastic and such a learning experience for me, but I am now absolutely exhausted and relieved that the intensity has subsided.

It's been such a roller coaster of events, but all went well and there is a beautiful little baby girl at the end. Also a Mother who is feeling fantastic, confidant, fulfilled and courageous.

I'm still yet to write up the huge story, but Nicole did end up going into labour and trying for her vbac. Unfortunately she did end up having an Emergency Cesarean, but she is so thrilled that she got to experience labour and the power within her body. There are so many reasons why this was important for her, but noticeably the biggest one now is that she has a story. Not just a retelling of a scheduled event like her first birth, she actually has a birth story full of pain, courage, strength and power. She has come away with the control, never once submitting for something she didn't want. She directed the journey from start to finish, and what a ride it was!

Now on to the cute part of all this - The gorgeous little baby girl.

Lucienne Bijou Lily - 9pd 12 oz's of squishy newborn goodness. She is absolutely adorable, and such a sweet alert little girl. If I was the baby stealing type - this is one I could easily take home and love. She is just perfect.

I was also lucky enough to spend last night with Lucie and Nicole at the hospital. Loic had to pick his Dad up from Brisbane airport and little Logie was needing some Daddy time. Of course I was overjoyed at getting to spend the night not only with a snuggly newborn baby, but also getting to chat to the Midwives when they got a chance. Little Lucie was a perfect slumber party companion, only waking every 2 hours to get drunk on Nicole's milk which was on it's way in.


I really wasn't prepared for the intensity of supporting someone mentally and physically through labour. The week up to Lucie's arrival was such an emotional roller coaster, and I have doubted whether I gave Nicole my absolute best. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but it can also play havoc on or minds. I have been playing everything over and over in my head and I keep thinking of a million things that I could have done to help her more. I did think at the time that she was coping beautifully with the contractions and I was just supporting her as she found her own way to the end of each one. Maybe I should have ramped it up a bit then?, then maybe she wouldn't have lost focus or let fear creep in. Who knows, as I said hindsight is a crazy thing! I do know that I have learnt so much from this experience, and I'm sure this will be only of benefit to the next birth I am lucky enough to be involved in.

It was the very first birth that I had witnessed though, well other than my own. During labour communication seems to halt and instinct and intuition kicks in. It's really hard to judge if you are doing the right thing or not, or if there is something else that would be more beneficial.

It was an amazing experience though, one I would never want to give up. It's also cemented my passion, and confirmed that Midwifery is the life path that I want to take.

Mothers Day 2009

I was hoping that this Mothers Day would be an extra special one and I would be witnessing my very first birth, but the stubborn little Miss has better ideas.

Anyway, it was still a fantastic day & I was spoilt rotten by my 2 little munchkins.

The morning started off with Grace creeping in with her pillow under her arm at some ungodly early hour. It was kinda nice though to have her to snuggle up to - she's a great cuddler! Xav woke about 7.30am, so Duane and Grace got up to go get him and sort out the morning fun.

A luke-warm cup of tea was bought up to me to enjoy in bed, I was told that cold toast could also be served up, or we could go out for a lovely breakfast. As appealing as it was to have toast crumbs scattered through my flannelette sheets, I decided on the eating out option.

The kids then excitedly presented me with all my special presents. First there was a colourful macaroni necklace that they had hand painted at playgroup, which also had a great big diamond sparkler taking pride of place in the centre.

~~Taking pride of place hanging on the rear vision mirror~~

Next was a red felt heart that Grace had hand sewn at pre-school, also on it were some beads that she had threaded and sewn on. She had great pleasure in describing how she had made it and that she hadn't done it all by herself, the teachers had helped. With the felt heart there was also another necklace. This one was some autumn leaves that she had collected and threaded into some twine. There was also a card that both kids had made together, with some lovely words written by Daddy.

The last gift at first glance looked like a fold up chair (I was gearing up to act excited), but then after a few moments I realised it wasn't a crappy chair it was in fact a Tripod!! Yippee, I have wanted one for a while. not really sure what to do with it, but I'll definitely look the part!

After presents we headed up to the Grand for breakfast. We had the whole place to our self, so the kids had a ball running amok in the restaurant - sliding down the bannister's and swinging off the rails. Cheeky little monkeys!

I had a decadent breakfast of French toast and caramelised bananas - Yummo! The kids pigged out on poached eggs and way too many babycinno's.

After breakfast we picked up 2 carts and went for a drive around the course. The kids love going to see the cows in the back paddock and also the kangaroos that hang around the bushes.

It was a lovely Mothers Day, the presents were perfect - Of course just being with my beautiful family was the best present ever!

Waiting patiently....

I'm so excited!

One of my best friends is 40 weeks pregnant today and anytime now she is going to meet her baby girl. Her first birth was a caeserian for a low lying placenta, but this one will be a much longed for VBAC and I"M GOING TO BE THERE!!!!!!!

I can't explain how privileged, honoured and excited I am about seeing my very first birth (apart from my own and virtually the whole library on u-tube!)

She is looking gloriously radiant and feeling fantastic, ready for the exhilarating journey of birth and meeting her baby. A vbac is a struggle, but she has fought hard for what she believes is best for her and her baby and I know that she can achieve it. She has changed care providers, from one Ob/hospital who would not "let" (cause yeah, its his body to decide) her even attempt a vbac, to a hospital that does them all the time and is fully supportive. One hospital does what is best for the ob's (convenience, more $$ etc) and the other wants what is best for the Mum and Bub, using evidence based practice not scare mongering.

The anticipation of labour commencing must be strange for her though, her first child was born at 38 weeks with not one hint of labour. She is eagerly waiting for her first sign that the birth dance has started, and I am permanently attached to my mobile waiting for the call! My bags are packed and the MIL is on high alert to come when called to look after the kids.

I'm wishing for her a beautiful, empowering birth, where hopefully the baby comes out the natural exit. A vbac does have a risk of repeat c/s, but the hospital has a great c/s policy. I know that Nicole desperately wants a Vbac, and the thought of another c/s motivates that more, but if it was necessary and she has control in how it was handled she will be ok.

I'll be making sure that if there is a choice to how things are done, they are done for the better of Nicole - not to make any one else's job easier. I'll do everything I can to make keep her birth space protected and making sure that everything that happens is done out of informed consent.

What everyone should have hey!

Best piece of advice I could ever give to anyone to gain correct information:

BRAN - remember it.

B - What are the benefits?
R - What are the risks?
A - What are the alternatives?
N - What if we do nothing?

By using the above you are given the whole picture. It's your right to make an informed choice, but sometimes all the options aren't given. By keeping the above in mind, it's easier to remember what to ask and to make a choice based on everything.