During my first borns early years, I spent my days in the Medical Tower of Our Lady’s Hospital visiting Dermatologist after Dermatologist. Kayla had awful eczema. It started on her chin, little spots that I dismissed as a heat rash but within a few days, it spread across her cheeks, down her back, it was on both elbows and the backs of her knees. She was covered in it, it was itchy, inflamed and sometimes it weeped. (more…)
Everyone keeps asking how we are getting on. Well, it’s mayhem, it’s madness, it’s absolute chaos. Nothing can prepare you for two under one, or three under three. Somedays I look down and say to myself who owns all these kids. There’s so many of them. There are too many names remember. I call Kadie Kenzie and Kenzie Kadie. I even opened the door one evening and called Frankie’s name really loudly. He was in bed and I woke him with my roars. I was looking for the dog. (more…)
My Nametags approached us to review some of their stickers or iron-on labels a couple of months back. It didn’t take much persuasion as Kayla is a disaster for losing stuff, just like her mammy she’d forget her head if it wasn’t screwed on. (more…)
It was Wednesday the 13th of July, with just under two weeks to my due date. The mini bus was kitted with our new Pebble Plus Maxi Cosi and my hospital bag. I was so nervous driving into the hospital, I was going in to have a membrane sweep. They had been successful in my last two pregnancies so as far as I was concerned I was going in to have my baby. Due to having a BBA (born before arrival) with Kadie I was been kept in after my sweep just as a precaution. (more…)
Tiny little baby, so precious and small,
Before I know it, across my floor you will crawl.
One finger, two fingers, three fingers, four, (more…)
On Saturday Kayla, Kenzie and I snook out for a couple of hours to go strawberry picking in Lamberts Fruit Farm just up in the Dublin mountains close to the DSPCA. I’ve always wanted to go strawberry picking or fruit picking in general but never knew such places existed in Dublin never mind Ireland until a friend told us about it whilst robbing snuggles from little K.
What a week it has been. Our beautiful little bundle arrived last Friday night, and she is perfect, all seven pounds two ounces of her. It’s like she’s always been here, and for everyone asking, yes, we made it to the hospital with plenty of time to spare. My poor mother was palpitating when I rang to tell her I was getting mild irregular contractions so much she left work in a panic and spent the next few hours hounding me to leave. (more…)
So there is absolutely no sign of anything happening. My Hicks, the niggly back cramps, and those mild contractions have disappeared off the face of the earth. It’s a really weird feeling especially at 38 weeks pregnant considering all my babies come early. I’m normally praying for the onset of labour, I even served Kadie her eviction notice this time last year, I dunno I feel like I’ve another week or so left in me. (more…)
Here we are, week 13 of the birth story series, and who knows next week I could be sharing mine. Tonight Stuff and Nothing one of my favourite writers shares a rather daunting experience of a completely unnecessary induction… (more…)
It’s been a long week. I’ve had five iron infusions, my last one was yesterday. And I must say even though I was stressed out looking for minders for the kids these little infusions have me feeling fabulous. Everything to my complexion, the colouring of my eyes and I have bundles of energy. I’ve never in all four pregnancies felt so good especially not at 37 weeks pregnant. (more…)