I had intended to blog yesterday after we got home from our weekend away, but Seren has caught the most horrible tummy bug and has spent the last 24 hours being sick. She has fallen asleep on the sofa next to me, so I am going to steal a few moments to catch up with telling you all about my week!
We started off the week trying to get Seren to practice her standing up. The physio has given us this strange ladder type contraption which Seren is supposed to use to pull herself up bit by bit. We have varying success as the pushing up on her legs bit is the bit she struggles with the most. She doesn’t really like the ladder yet but I am hoping that practice will make perfect. Once she is standing she doesn’t know how to bend her legs to lower herself again so she is either stuck in a standing position or just lets go and bumps back on to her bum! She enjoys giving the bars a good chew too and although I have been checking regularly for new teeth, there haven’t been any… until that is, I looked in her mouth when she did a huge yawn and there was a random tooth coming through at the side on the back!! Teething in children with Down’s syndrome is typically delayed, but as with all things, the delay varies greatly. Some children teeth within a “normal” range and others teeth really late… Seren fells into the really late category. She cut her first tooth recently at about 14 months old and now this random top side one has come through. We were told that her teeth might come through in a totally random order but I thought we might have escaped that as the bottom one is a normal one to get first… Her teeth seem to be coming through pointy too which worries me a little… nothing I can do about it though so will have to wait and see how the end up.
Ava was so excited at the beginning of the week as she knew the countdown had begun for our mini-break. She woke up every morning asking how many more sleeps until our “holiday”. Ava is quite a clever little girl and considering she is only just 3.5years old, has a very good vocabulary, it very clear when she speaks and is somehow wise beyond her years. Unfortunately this week I think my answers to her questions have screwed her up for life…
Ava: “Mummy, where’s Heaven?”
Me: “Up in the sky”
Ava: “We’re going there soon”
Me: “No, not for a long time. Not until you die when you are really really
Ava: “Will you go there when you die?”
Ava: “Will there be toys there?”
Ava: “I thought we were going there this weekend?”
Me (in my head, not aloud): Oh f*ck. She meant Haven, not Heaven…
Silence ensued and I quickly changed the subject. For all of you who don’t know what Haven is, it’s a family holiday camp, and unlike Heaven, we were indeed due to go for the weekend away with some friends. I thought I had got away with the misunderstanding, but sadly Ava asked Matt if she was going to see her “Grandad John”. Matt’s father passed away before we even got together, but we have photo’s of him in the house and talk about him so she knows he has passed and that he is in Heaven. She was quite excited about the prospect of meeting him which was heartbreaking. I had prepared a whole host of answers in case we had the “are we dead yet” questions on the way to Haven, but they never came. Phew.
The weekend was lovely. We went with one of Seren’s Godmothers, her husband and daughter who is Ava’s age. The girls had such fun and Seren LOVED the evening entertainments which consisted of flashing lights, music and dancing. Seren got her position on the dance floor and danced the night away – she had such a good time and would have kept going but Ava was shattered and asked to go to bed each night at around 7.30pm! She is a stickler for her bedtime routine. The weather held out for us and Ava really enjoyed spending time with her friend and both girls loved having some time with their daddy. Matt works such long hours the girls only get to see him at weekends. He leaves the house before they get up and he gets home after they are in bed. We spent time in the arcades, did some mini-bowling, went swimming and visited the beach.
There was a Gypsy on the beach front doing palm readings and crystal ball readings… I spent £15 to get the full package!!
I don’t know how much I believe in these things, but I have never had something like this done before and I was intrigued to see what she had to say about me… in summary, here is what she said (and my opinion):
- She said my life is full of happiness – true!
- She said Matt is my soul mate – wonderful and true!
- She said I will never be rich but I will never want for anything – slightly depressing as I was sure I would win the lottery one day.
- She knew I was pregnant – I’m not showing yet, so that’s a pretty good guess
- She said the baby would be a boy – well she’s got a 50:50 chance of being right and we will find out in about 5.5 months!
- She said I would have 2 girls and 2 boys – Matt almost fainted… he wants to have the snip after this one so that is probably not going to come true!
- She identified that I had had a miscarriage in between having the 2 girls – true
- She said I would move house in the next couple of years – not true, I am never, ever moving again.
- She said there is going to be a death in the next year, not a close family member to me, and it would be a release for the person – well Matt’s nan is quite elderly and frail so that is a possibility.
- She said she did not foresee me getting a terminal illness and that I would live into my 80’s – if she had said anything else, it would have truly ruined my day!
- She said I would be seeing someone from my past whose first name begins with A and it would be a lovely event to see this person at – true! I am going to an old friends wedding as my mums “plus 1” as my dad can’t make it. Her name begins with an “A”.
I just don’t know how much of what she said is so vague that it could fit anyone and how much of it is actually factual for me. It was a weird experience…
Anyway, yesterday morning, Seren started being sick while we were still in the caravan and is still being sick now. I am utterly grateful to whoever invented the washing machine and tumble dryer. She went through all her clothes yesterday morning and we had to bring her home in only her nappy. She is really unwell and can’t even keep down water. My poor little love. Its horrible seeing her so ill. Being sick really frightens her and her little eyes search frantically for me for reassurance. Seren is not a very “cuddly” baby; she is far too busy and doesn’t really like spending time being cuddled or being still on someone’s knee. Ava was the same as a baby. Both girls prefer to be in their own beds to sleep – neither of them fall asleep in my arms, they just prefer their own space. But when they are sick it’s a different story. Seren has been on my knee all morning and will only sleep well near me or on me… I have resigned myself to the fact that today is going to be a sofa day while Ava is at preschool. To make matters harder, we don’t have an unpstairs bathroom at the minute, its been ripped out and replaced. I could really do with having a functioning bath as Seren hates being hosed off in the downstairs shower.
On a plus point, my pregnancy nausea seems to be slowing down and our 16 week scan is a week tomorrow!! I am very excited and a bit nervous. The consultant will be able to see more this time and I hope our little wriggler is healthy and happy in there. I MUST remember to get a scan photo this time… I think I will save my next blog for after the scan so hopefully I will have a scan picture to share!