Lounge Room Picnic

Today I woke with a head ache and feeling feverish.  So I decided to get fish-n-chips for lunch, instead of making lunch that I would then have to clean up.  I put a table cloth on the lounge room floor and the kids enjoyed a picnic in the lounge room.

On the menu:

• Chips
• Fish Burger
• Pluto Pups

My Day

My day started off with me waking to find that my three boys had woken, had breakfast, had a shower and gotten dressed.  Quinton had also taken Mikaela out of her cot and they were in the loungeroom playing with her.  I was so happy having been able to sleep in for that extra half an hour.  And even happier that I woke to happy children.

Ishmael and Quinton rode to school at 8am and I got Mikaela her breakfast and then we both jumped in for a shower.  I then did some laundry, washed the dishes, vaccuumed the floor and then mopped the floor.  Cameron is pretty easy to entertain and so he played the DSi on the mat while I mopped.  And Mikaela was finding it funny to run and slide all over the clean floor.  Not so funny for me though as I had to keep mopping over her marks.

Cameron, Mikaela and I then decided to go for a drive and ended up going through Red Rooster for some lunch.  And I was very disappointed.  The chips were cold and scrawny.  They had also given me a small coke instead of the large that I ordered and paid for.  So I gave them a quick call and was offered a free replacement meal.  Usually I just shrug it off and not worry about it but today the chips were so bad that the ones in Cameron's kids meal were black.  Ewwww.

We picked up a few packing boxes from a lovely old man who opened the office even though it was meant to be closed.  And I started packing.  (Can see previous blog for more information)

The boys came home from school and we were immediately in the car and headed off to footy training for Ishmael.  I love going to training because I have two amazing friends that I met through the kids football club and we always have such a great time.

After football training we dropped past the local IGA and bought a couple of lollies each with the last bit of money in my wallet and then went home and had nachos.  

So now I am probably sounding like I am very unhealthy but I must defend myself by saying that we are in fact a very healthy family.  lol.

The kids are finally in bed and the house is quiet.  Time to get the rest of the cheese cake out and get comfortable on the couch.

Ishmael

Ishmael is my sweetheart and my second eldest.  I married a son of a family friend when Quinton was about eight months old and shortly after became pregnant with Ishmael.  My husband worked out of town and so I spent most of my pregnancy on my own.  When I was 14 weeks pregnant I got a UTI and was ill for a few days but fought it off so I could look after Quinton.  When my husband did come home for the weekend I crashed onto the couch and suddenly got worse.  I was admitted to Hospital for two nights to be treated.

Two weeks before I gave birth to Ishmael I had a bleed and went to the Hospital.  I was sent home but two weeks later I had another bleed and went straight back to the Hospital.  I was lucky enough to have seen a young female Doctor who did not want to take any chances so she decided that I was to be flown to Darwin to give birth.  I was flown up to Darwin an hour later.  When we arrived the bleeding had stopped was when they did an ultra-sound they discovered that there was not enough amniotic fluid and I was induced the following morning.  My labour progressed well, however, when I was pushing the cord was compressing his chest and stopping his heart.  Sirens went off everywhere and people came rushing into the labour room.  Ishmael was vacuumed and had no heart beat.  He quickly came to and was placed on my chest.

Because of severe blood loss they started massaging my stomach to help the uterus contract and stop the bleeding.  It hurt so much that I was screaming and I remember the Doctor say "get that baby off her chest!!!".  The two nurses that were doing it were crying and saying sorry over and over.  I had bruises all over my stomach for two weeks.

Ishmael was only 2.8kgs (and at full term) and I was told that he would be severely mentally and physically disabled.  Today he is in grade one and flourishing.  He is popular and loves school.  He has aspergers so he has a few issues with social interaction but at the same time he can confidently meet new people and play well with others.  It is hard to fully describe what he is like but he does have noticeable difficulties associated with the aspergers.

Ishmael is a charmer.  He is happy to have a chat for hours and loves to make things.  He is forever bringing home robots and space ships that he made out of cereal cartons. His teacher thinks that he is amazing and modestly I agree.  He is hard to reason.  He is very intelligent and although it is hard to get him to concentrate and want to learn something, once we get his attention he learns quickly.  My nan always says that Ishmael was the most beautiful baby she has ever seen and I would agree.  He is a beautiful boy with an amazing smile.  Drives me up the walls some times but would not change him.  He truly is a unique individual.