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The last few weeks of Lenny’s first year ended up being a little more dramatic than we expected. 

I spoke too soon about how smooth the start of childcare was. Lenny ended up sick for a few days following the first week but got better just in time to return for the second week. As it turned out, that was unfortunate because after just two more days at childcare he ended up really sick. First with gastro and then bronchiolitis with no break in between.

The short version is that Lenny spent six days in hospital. I don’t want to go too much into the detail expect to say that he was in a pretty bad way – he barely ate for 10 days, he didn’t move, sit up, crawl or walk for seven days and he didn’t smile for six days. It was extremely sad to see him like that but the good news is now he’s back!

Here’s his photo diary.

In the emergency department

Monday 21st July: Second time in the emergency department in 24 hours. Lenny's respiratory rate was 60-80. The ideal rate is 30-40. He had fever over 39 degrees and was as the doctor described it "miserable". He was quite dehydrated so they put a canula in straight away. He was so brave and the doctor did a brilliant job.

 

While the drip was keeping Lenny hydrated not much had changed by this stage. He still had running fever and laboured breathing. The poor little guy couldnt manage anything more than this.

Wednesday July 23: While the drip was keeping Lenny hydrated not much had changed by this stage. He still had running fever and laboured breathing. The poor little guy couldn't manage anything more than this.

 

Concerned there was little progress the doctors decided to try some other treatment including antibiotics in case there was an underlying infection causing the fever and ventilin to see if it would help open up his airways.

Thursday July 24: Concerned there was little progress the doctors decided to try some other treatment including antibiotics in case there was an underlying infection causing the fever and ventilin to see if it would help open up his airways.

 

With the fevers under control, a little food in his belly and 24 hours without oxygen the doctors decide its time we go home!

Saturday July 26: With the fevers under control, a little food in his belly and 24 hours without oxygen the doctors decide it's time we go home!

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I’ve only a few days left at work until my 12 months maternity leave begins. To celebrate the occassion my boss has instigated a baby draw. Entrants pay $2 and guess the date, time and weight of the baby … winner takes all.

Considering bub is still lying sideways (and despite my efforts to pre-stretch all the necessary parts he just isn’t going to fit out that way) I think he’s going to give me that extra week I’ve asked him for. So I’ve placed the following order (rather than bet):

Day: Monday 30 July (due date is 23 July)

Time 9.36am

Weight: 7.4 pounds (3.35kg)

UPDATE: Despite being two days and 100 grams out, I won!


On another note, one week after surgery mum is due to come out of hospital tomorrow. She’s had a really good recovery so far which I’m sure has been aided both by her fitness and positive attitude. So now I just need to unwind myself from the knot I’ve managed to tie myself in over the past few weeks so the little man knows it’s safe to turn round and face the exit. Being worried not only scares him but makes it harder for mum to stay calm and focus on her recovery, which is the best thing for all of us right now.

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Emotions

I’m generally pretty good with coping with tough situations like seeing a loved one in the ICU but the last two days have been quite hard. I don’t know if it’s the added dimension of being nearly 35 weeks pregnant and the hormones that go with that or if it’s that fact that this time it’s my mum. The one who normally holds it together for everyone else. The one who does the looking after not gets looked after. The strongest woman I know unable to speak or breath unassisted.

Thankfully her breathing finally improved enough for them to remove the tube tonight and while it’s obviously quite difficult to get the sound out the few words she spoke made me feel so much better.

And what did she speak about? Making sure my brother takes the long drive back up to the Hunter carefully and that his wife knows when to expect him, that my sister has a good flight and that I go home and get some rest. A mother’s love never ends.

And while I’m so happy to know she is on the road to recovery I can’t help express my relief with more tears.

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The surgeon just called and the op is over. He said all went well and he performed 5 bypasses – what’s that, a quintet or something?

Mum’s been taken into the ICU and while she’ll likely to be asleep for 6-8 hours I’m going to head over there now…

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Mum went into hospital yesterday and is having her bypass surgery now. I called at 7am but they said she’d already been taken down to theatre so I just have to sit and wait now till I get the phonecall. The surgeon said he’d call himself after the operation was over.

My sister flew in from Queensland yesterday and we spend a few hours with mum at the hospital last night. Not wanting anyone to worry, mum puts on a pretty calm facade. I guess it’s what being a mother is about and I’ll soon find out.

My brother arrives tonight and we’re all staying at mum’s house for the next few days so before she left for hospital she layed out fresh towels on all the beds, left notes about what food was where in the fridge and freezer and even left a beautiful little outfit for the baby hanging in her room where she knows I’m sleeping.

I guess being a mother doesn’t have a duration. You don’t switch off when they’re old enough to find their own way. They’re always going to come first. And looking after yourself will always be bound up in wanting to be the best you can for them for as long as you have…

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