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This week I had the chance to take part in a new parenting panel on Erica Davis‘ morning show on Hope 103.2.  It was very kind of Erica to invite me and I had a ball.  I couldn’t help feeling though, how much my life has changed in just four months!  I felt ridiculously nervous appearing as a guest on the show that I used to host.  I also felt incredibly out of place in a professional work environment, (not unwelcome, just out of place) where people are all busily carrying out their business.  The pace of life at home and school is just so much more relaxed and casual.  It was also the first time I’d ever been so physically far away from Molly and the 40 minutes of freeway between us felt like a void as wide as the Simpson Desert.

This week on the panel we talked about the publicity that surrounds celebrities getting their “body back” after a baby.  Is there too much pressure on Mums to get their body back into shape?  In once sense I find this question a little laughable, as if we were all perfectly sculptured gym junkies before we had kids.  I don’t know about you but I had wobbly bits before kids, and I have wobbly bits after kids, at least now I have more of an excuse!  Personally I don’t compare myself to celebrities.  They’re paid to look good – it’s their job and they have a team of personal trainers, nutritionists and nanny’s to help them.  (I certainly don’t envy her job.  If I wanted to be gawked at while standing around in my underwear I’d visit my dermatologist.)  So if Miranda Kerr looks hot after a baby, good on her.  She was hot before and it has no relevance to my life.  If women feel pressure to look like her, before or after bub, then surely it’s a pressure they’re putting on themselves.

If anything, the time immediately after giving birth is the time you could head out in your pyjamas and people would tell you you’re fabulous, they’re just so impressed that you’ve managed to leave the house.  If you bother to run a tiny bit of lippy over your mouth before you head out they’ll say you’re amazing.  I remember clearly when Molly was six weeks old walking to the local shops in the late afternoon. I passed a Mum of twins cutting through the park and she looked a little despondent so I stopped for a chat.  I remember exactly what I was wearing.  My hair was in plaits that had been done at the crack of dawn and were now falling out in a mess.  I had a green cap on, an old stained white singlet that was thinner than a supermodel, an orange skirt that was falling off my hips,  and red Birkenstocks.  A medley of clashing colours, no make-up, no jewelry, probably hadn’t washed my hair or shaved my armpits for several days.  This lady I’ve never met before asked me how old the baby was and when I replied that she was six weeks, she gushed, “Wow, you’re looking fabulous!”  It was all I could do not to burst out laughing.  I looked like an unwashed hippy who had escaped a commune for the day.

Having said all that I did struggle with my body when I was pregnant.  By the final 8 weeks I really did feel like a whale.  I shamefully confess that I turned down a number of invitations to events, lunches and catch-ups in those final weeks because I felt too conspicuously unattractive, un-coordinated, inelegant and unsociable.  The last thing you want to do is knock over somebody’s expensive glass of wine with your mega-pregga belly as you try to squeeze past the white tablecloths without inadvertently collecting one on the way.  I also didn’t want to meet new people at a time when I felt so awkward and exhausted and wasn’t capable of giving them my full attention and energy.

While it’s nice to get a bit of positive, albeit unrealistic, feedback about bouncing back after bub, it seems a little unfortunate that we’re more likely to be told we’re looking good and less likely to be told we’re doing a good job.  The other day I arrived late to school pick-up after racing across to Chatswood to pick up my niece from pre-school.  I had phoned my neighbour and asked her to wait with Birdy until I got there.  A full ten minutes late, I garbled my frantic apology.  ”I’m so sorry I’m late, I just totally underestimated how long it would take, thanks so much for waiting, I’m so, so sorry.”  My friend stopped me, “Katrina, it’s fine.  Can I just say that I think you’re coping really well?  It’s a lot to take on with a new baby.”  Wow, what an encouragement it was to hear those words for the first time in three months.  (It may not be the first time somebody’s said that, but it was the first time I’d heard it.)  And it was just what I needed to hear.  So while it’s lovely to have somebody say we’re looking great after a baby, let’s also encourage each other with how we’re doing.  That’s the feedback new Mums really need to hear.  Because while our bodies may change after a baby, what changes so much more is the heart.  Our own selfish ambitions and desires gradually fade into the background while our better selves, the one that just wants the best for our baby, fights its way to the fore.  That’s taken a little longer for me second time round, not because I’m more selfish, but because I had more to give up.  So on those days when I’m feeling tired, haggard, grumpy and restless it means a lot to hear that I’m doing OK, even if I look like crap.

Are you concerned about regaining your body after a baby?  Have you struggled to lose weight, exercise or to find time to take care of  yourself?  How have you changed since having a baby? What has encouraged you in your parenting role?


Kevin Rudd won’t be the only person waking up with a looming sense of dread on Monday morning.  Every Monday, thousands of parents rouse from their sleep only to be gripped by exactly the same feeling. Today, Tomorrow, the Next Day, The Day After That, and The Day After That, we have to conquer the seemingly insurmountable challenge that is the school lunchbox.  And every day, we wonder whether or not we can win over our harshest critics.

Food has become so political these days and nothing is more political than the food you feed your children. There’s so much to think about – allergies and intolerances, nutrition, the obesity epidemic, additives and food chemicals, fair trade, food miles, organic versus non-organic, animal cruelty, religious beliefs, the environmental impact of the packaging and then just the sheer amount of food that gets wasted. Whatever happened to just packing your kids off with a vegemite sandwich and an apple every day for 13 years?

We had an information night at our school the other night and there were a lot of questions among the parents as to whether or not they are allowed to pack things like peanut butter sandwiches. So the whole lunchbox packing issues has become a bit of a hot potato – a gluten free, fat-free, cruelty-free, low-GI hot potato.

Then there’s the issue of what they will actually eat. These days schools and preschools expect you to offer a fully balanced meal to your child. Each lunchbox must contain protein, whole grain carbohydrates, fruit and vegies. Have you seen the size of the lunchboxes kids go off to school with these days? They’re broken down into six or seven different compartments so you can include all the food groups twice. I’m all for healthy eating but the problem is most of it just gets wasted. They don’t actually eat it. And to complicate matters further, lots of schools and pre-schools have jumped on the ‘nude food’ bandwagon, which means you can’t wrap or package the food. So by the time it comes home the carrot sticks are dried out, the rice crackers have gone soft and the strawberries have turned to slush. There’s nothing more frustrating than spending half the morning preparing all this good, healthy, expensive food, only to empty almost the entire contents of the lunchbox into the bin when it comes home. So when people talk about food miles, what they really mean is the fact that food travels the 2 metres from the crisper to the bin, via the schoolyard and back.

So I’ve been looking for ideas on how to pack good lunchboxes and I found a magazine article that suggested things like vegetable muffins, home-made chicken schnitzel, home made sushi squares and mini quiches and frittatas. So not only are you supposed to pack an exciting fresh healthy lunchbox, you’re expected to spend all weekend cooking as well! Forget it.

Of course there’s always the trusty canteen. Every day now Birdy asks if she can buy something from the canteen. Our canteen is reasonably healthy but it’s a pretty expensive way to feed your kids, compared to packing a cheese sandwich. But then your child tells you that everybody else is buying from the canteen and she is the only poor neglected waif who doesn’t get any money to buy something from the canteen. But I said to my husband that if we let her start buying things from the canteen in kindy then she’ll expect it for the next 6 years and then the next one will expect it and before you know it you’re spending $10 on the kids’ lunches. So I think we’ll save that for a Year 6 privilege.

But in the meantime, another bunch of grapes travels from the fridge to the bin via Birdy’s lunchbox. I’m hoping that the reason the lunchbox keeps coming home full is just the sheer excitement of being at school for the first time, but if it doesn’t get better, I think I’ll have to revert to the classic lunch of the 1980s – the Devon and tomato sauce sandwich. After a couple of days of that she’ll realise that carrot sticks and sultanas aren’t so bad after all.

How do your kids go with their school lunches? Do you have any tips that have helped to get your child eating well? Love to hear any suggestions you have for healthy lunch or snack ideas.


My husband and I have tried very hard to nurture a love of reading in Birdy and I think it’s safe to say we’ve been successful. It’s possible we may have even overdone it just slightly.  Birdy came home incredibly excited after her kindy class had their first official visit to the school library.  She wasn’t just looking forward to going to the library, she told us that she had been ‘shivering’ all day because she was ‘just sooo excited’ about borrowing her first book. So we may have a future library monitor in the making.

We haven’t really seen any reading progress in the first few weeks of school, but I think the nervous anticipation is partly about realising that they are learning to read and that soon they will be able to read books by themselves.  I’ve actually put my hand up to be one of the parents who help out with reading in class.  I’ve only done it once so far but already it’s been a great way to suss out what goes on in the classroom.  (I know who all the naughty kids are now and who are the smartypants as well.)  But it’s been amazing to see the huge variation in what kindy kids know when they start school.  Some of the children know all their letters and what sounds they make, and some also understand the concept of sounding out words, whereas other children still can’t recognise all the letters of the alphabet.

 Most of us know that the best thing we can do for our kids is to read to them every day.  Generally we do that before bed to help children wind down, but sometimes, if mums and dads are a wee bit tired and want the kids in bed as soon as humanly possible so they can have that glass of red and catch up on the latest episode of Rafters or whatever people watch these days, we might be a tad more inclined to pick the absolute shortest book we can find or, dare I say it, even skip over the story a little?  Whole pages have been known to disappear from The Cat in the Hat on a Friday night.  I mean seriously, how long is that book?

So if we want to make reading time a fun time, rather than an ‘I’m-so-over-it-I-just-want-you-asleep’ time, we should probably try to read at other times of the day, as well as at bedtime. That way we might be more inclined to talk about the pictures, help them understand the story, do the silly voices and all the other things that make reading time fun.  And while small kids are often quite happy to read the same stories again and again, they also get excited about new books.  So take the time to go the library once a week or buy a new book to mark a special occasion.  When I was a kid, Mum never gave me money for lollies, but when the Ashton Scholastic catalogue came to school, we went nuts!  There may not have been money for treats or new clothes, but there was always money and time for books.  We could even get out of washing up if we stuck our head in a book, that’s how much importance my Mum placed on reading.

Something I was surprised to learn as a new parent is that children actually need to see you reading too.  Just reading aloud to them isn’t enough, they need to see you absorbed in a book or a magazine.  It’s like eating.  It’s all in the modelling.  You can’t offer your child a carrot stick and then sit down and eat a Mars Bar in front of them.  You need to show your child that reading is enjoyable and important by making time to sit down and read for pleasure.

On the flip side, if you don’t have time to read a story, words are everywhere so just read whatever is around you.  Point out words on traffic signs and bus advertisements and menus.  You’ll be sending your child a message that reading is a life skill, not just a form of entertainment.

I’ve heard some parents say their child just isn’t interested in books.  I wonder if they just haven’t found the right type of book for that child. Talk to a librarian or their teacher about what might work.  Some boys just love really simple books with pictures of trucks and cars and motorbikes and not too many words.  Finally, and I realise this might sound a little “out there”, one way to make books more absorbing is to bring the characters to life by talking about them as if they’re real.  “Charlie and Lola live in London.” Or “Wendy the Chicken had to go to hospital too.”  Books are most compelling when we care about the characters and what happens to them, so talk about them as if they’re your child’s friends.  One day they’ll probably say, “Mum, Moonface isn’t real, silly”, but until then… make it work for you.

What are your tips for teaching kids to read and nuturing a love of books?  Do you have any fave books your children loved to read again and again?  Do you find yourself sometimes rushing through stories at bedtime?  Do you have trouble finding time to read for yourself?


I really thought I was in an episode of Outnumbered tonight.  If you haven’t seen it, it’s a show about 2 normal but slightly hopeless parents who are completely outmaneuvered by their 3 children.  My sister-in-law gave me the first 3 series on DVD for my birthday and I devoured them in about 3 weeks.  It’d be hilarious if it wasn’t so close to the truth.

Tonight Birdy decided to play the role of horror child ‘Ben’ by telling me over dinner that I had a ‘big fat belly’.  Thanks so much darling.  Did you pick up those lovely manners at school?  In the first week?

So after I’d given Birdy dinner, then fed the baby and rocked her to sleep, it was time to get Birdy into bed.  Or so I thought.  But no, she couldn’t go to bed until we’d fed and rocked all three of her baby dollies to sleep.  We had to find them clothes, we had to wrap them and burp them and play them lullabies.  After half an hour of this I firmly told Birdy that her real Mummy had to get her real baby into bed.  I kissed her goodnight and snuggled her and in response she told me I had ‘an ugly face’.   Delightful!  In spite of the insults, we’d had a nice evening and I was feeling loving, so I sat with her for ten minutes holding her hand while she fell asleep.

Now for some ‘me time’. Fat ugly Mummy decided she needed some dessert after all that!

Just as I sat down with my cuppa, up popped Birdy like the proverbial jack-in-the-box.  ”Mum, Anna’s crying.” (Anna is her second baby doll!)  I need you to feed her and rock her cause I’m too tired.  It’s really hard work looking after three babies.”

You don’t say.


Photo by Lisa Jay

Sydney child and family photographer Lisa Jay recently posted a number of pictures from Molly’s newborn shoot.

You can see the collection here.

Or visit http://www.bylisajay.com

 


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Photo by Lisa Jay

It’s been nearly nine months since I put pen to paper.  Or fingers to keyboard.

I just wasn’t able to write during the last 9 months.

Initially it was because of the morning sickness.  I was just so sick every night that as soon as Birdy was in bed, I passed out from exhaustion.  If I didn’t go to sleep, I started vomiting.

Then as the pregnancy progressed further, (we got through the dreaded 12 week ultrasound without any bad news!), we started to wonder if maybe this pregnancy would actually result in a baby!  But I still didn’t really dare to hope.  And I just couldn’t bring myself to write about it.  What if I wrote about the pregnancy and then something went wrong?  Then I would have to write about that too.

So I stayed quiet.  At least on this blog.  I kept thinking that when the time was right, I’d start writing again.  But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  After sharing so much of my last 6 failed pregnancies, I decided to keep this one to myself.  It was like there was just too much at stake. Too much going on emotionally. And if I can’t share openly what I’m really going through, then why write anything at all?  If a blog is going to be anything, it should at least be personal.  And real.

So here we are now.  At the end of a three-and-a-half-year heartache and the beginning of a whole new little miracle.

Molly Jean Macdonald Roe was born on November 21 at 8.40pm after a fantastic birth.  I looked at her in amazement.  ”You’re real,” I said as I held her in my arms for the first time.  ”And you’re alive.  And you’re perfect.”

But more about the birth later.

For now, we’re just all enjoying the fact that she’s here.

And that she’s real.  And she’s alive.  And she’s perfect.

xx


Last week I had a new experience.  That makes two in two weeks.  You don’t get that many new experiences at 36, so to have two in two weeks is kinda novel.  The first one was that I got a henna tattoo to celebrate my friend’s wedding!  It was a communal girls’ night activity and rather fun!  The second new experience was that I auditioned for a TV show last week.  Again, not something that happens every day.

The audition was for a new family show and they were looking for a female  co-host to join the male presenter.  For the audition, I had to prepare a 3-minute piece to camera on a parenting topic of my choice.  I was inspired to write on the topic of rewards.  This is because I had recently interviewed Lousie Porter, Child Psychologist on my radio program.  If you’re interested, you can listen to the interview here.   Anyway, since I did the interview a lot of people have asked me about it and expressed an interest in reading her book, Children Are People Too.  Louise is totally against all forms of reward and punishment as a way of influencing young children’s behaviour.  She believes that learning to behave considerately is a new skill, just like riding a bike, or playing the piano and that children shouldn’t be punished for making mistakes because punishment damages the parent-child relationship.  (Again, if you want to know more, listen to the interview or read the book – I can’t do her theories justice in a short paragraph!)  She also believes that rewards encourage competitive behaviour, not cooperation, so I decided to explore that idea in my presentation.  (It’s less controversial than her ideas on punishment!)

So I thought I’d share my presentation with you.  It’s a little more instructional than my usual style, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway:

We all know parenting has its rewards, but is offering rewards part of good parenting?

When our children do something that pleases us, we naturally want to reward them.  Most of us who are parents will just instinctively reward behaviour we like, and punish behaviour we don’t like or that we think is unacceptable.

Rewards can be an easy way to get your child to cooperate with your agenda.  I have a strong memory from my childhood of what my mum called The Hanky Race. It was my Mum’s way of getting us all into bed as quickly as possible.  Whoever was first into bed won a hanky.  It might seem like the most enticing prize today, but it certainly worked every time.  My sisters and I would vie for the honour of winning the hanky and Mum got us all to bed in a flash.

Rewards can also be helpful when you want to encourage your child to focus their energy on learning a new skill, like the classic star chart for toilet training.  The star chart helps the child to see their progress and focus on what they’re achieving, rather than their mistakes.

Of course, there are some downsides to using rewards, especially individual ones.  Imagine you have a team of sales executives and you offer a big prize, such as a holiday to the executive who makes the most sales.  This may motivate the executives individually, but it won’t encourage them to pass on sales leads to each other.  Individual rewards promote competition, not cooperation.

If you want your kids to tidy their room and you offer a prize to the child with the tidiest room, they may tidy up, but they probably won’t help each other.  Instead the child who doesn’t receive the prize may feel resentful of the one who did.  After all, they both tidied their rooms.  Instead, you could offer a collective reward, “If you all tidy your rooms quickly, then we can go to the aquatic centre for a swim as soon as you’re finished.”

Of course, the reward we all use most frequently is our praise.  While it seems logical to offer children praise when they do well, too much praise can be a bad thing.  You don’t want your child to be always needing praise to feel good about themselves and their achievements.  Instead, acknowledge their achievement, without overstating their brilliance.  For example if your child is improving on the piano, you can say, “Congratulations, I can see you’ve been practising.  You should be proud of yourself.”  Rather than saying, “Clever girl, aren’t you wonderful!”

You might be wondering what the difference is.  Well one is encouraging them to enjoy the achievement for it’s own sake.  Whereas the other implies they need to be dreadfully clever to earn your approval, which may discourage them from persisting at tasks they don’t naturally excel at.  Or they may play the piano only to please you, when they really don’t enjoy it at all.

The other problem with offering a reward (eg. a new computer game if you get good grades at school) is that it teaches them to value the material reward, rather than the achievement itself.  The computer game becomes the goal, not the grades.  What ultimately has more value, a new computer game, or good grades?

Finally, rewards can be addictive.  We used to have a dog that would do any trick for a treat, but as soon as the treat was gone, he refused to do the trick.  It’s like when you reward children for eating all their dinner by offering them dessert.  The first time it works brilliantly, but soon they’ll be asking you what’s for dessert and calculating whether it’s worth eating all their peas to get it.  Again, the focus has been taken off the good thing – eating a healthy dinner, and onto the reward, dessert.

So if you’re going to use rewards in your family, don’t depend on them too much to influence behaviour.  Instead try to emphasise the natural rewards that come from right actions.  If you’re kind, you’ll make a friend.  If you sleep well, you’ll enjoy the day more.  And if you practice hard, you’ll be able to enjoy playing the piano.  In the same way, if we put the hard yards into our parenting, we’ll hopefully enjoy the rewards in years to come – by fostering a lifelong friendship with our children.

BTW, I didn’t get the part.  I got down to the final two, but they decided to give it to another lady because she has five kids whereas I only have one.  (Ouch!)  I wasn’t too heartbroken about not getting the part, but I was a little hurt by the reason, considering I had shared really openly about my miscarriages with them.  Talk about rubbing salt into the womb!  Oops, I mean wound.  Of course I do understand that someone with five kids has a lot of experience to draw on.  But with all Birdy’s various dramas, I feel like we’ve experienced more challenges than some people do with 2 or 3 kids.  Anyway, I really enjoyed the experience of auditioning.  Like I said, it’s not something that happens every day.  But I don’t think TV is for me.  I’m far more comfortable hiding behind the microphone and the headphones.  At least I don’t have to worry about hair and makeup and what to wear!


Scribbling stolen from husband and used without permission

Birdy’s Preschool

For the past four weeks I’ve been learning how to be a pre-school parent.  I’ve learnt that I have to wash Birdy’s little sleeping bag every week.  I’ve learnt that they bring home enough artwork every day to decorate the Vatican within a year.  I’ve learnt that if you don’t get to the car park at 20 to 3 you’ll spend the next 25 minutes circling the car park like a hungry vulture.  And I’ve learnt that its a very bad feeling to be the very last parent to arrive at the end of the day. (Negligent mother alert!)

I was really excited about Birdy starting Preschool.  Unlike many of my friends, I wasn’t at all nervous or upset about the idea of being apart for the whole day and I wasn’t really worried about how she would settle in and make friends.  (I had enough to worry about with all her medical dramas.)  But since then I’ve had an emotional reaction that I didn’t anticipate: I actually feel left out.  Well, just a little.

For the first time in her life, Birdy is having all these amazing experiences without me!  I’m not part of it at all.  Yes, I get to hear about what happened at Preschool, but I don’t actually get to experience it with her or witness it. This was brought home to me over the past two days because Birdy got to be one of the first ‘special helpers’ at Preschool yesterday and today.  She was really proud of this achievement.  Yesterday she went to bed talking about it, and today she woke up at 6 am still talking about it.  I would have dearly loved to see her handing out the morning teas and tapping the students on the head when it was their turn to go to the bathroom.  Instead I have to simply imagine all these things in my minds eye.

Today Birdy came home with a special sticker on her shirt that said:

You have been a TERRIFIC SPECIAL HELPER this week at Preschool.  You have led the class from place to place, called your friends by name to go inside and done special jobs for the teachers in group time. A job well done.

We are keeping that sticker forever!

The other aspect of Preschool that I was unprepared for is the post-Preschool meltdown.  At the end of the day, Birdy is so tired she can’t concentrate on anything!  Although she hasn’t yet had a complete and total meltdown after Preschool, she has been right on the edge on a number of occasions.  As I work during the mornings, I am feeling the loss of our afternoons together.  Birdy is no longer capable of playing games, or doing anything much at all after Preschool.  She just collapses like a zombie onto the kitchen floor while I offer her her favorite comfort snack of a cup of warm milk and biscotti.

I have to say that we seem to have scored the most amazing Preschool in Sydney.  I’m just inspired by all the love, care and attention shown to the kids.  And by all the thoughtful touches that make the experience so special for the children – the stickers describing something they did that day, the sharing bag, getting to be a special helper.  If the first four weeks have been anything to go by, I have a feeling that this year of innocent, joyful discovery will fly by before any of us have a chance to fully appreciate it.

Did you enjoy your child’s first year of Preschool?  Or are you looking forward to it?  Do you have any memories of your own Preschool?


 

Photo copyright Carla Gee Schneider

Thought I’d share this for those of  you who love blogging!  In my radio show on Hope 103.2, I started a blog review segment called Best of the Blogs.  In this segment, my blog reviewer, Carla Gee Schneider has hunted down some of the most interesting and original blogs from all around the world to share with Hope 103.3 listeners.

Unfortunately Carla won’t be able continue as my blog reviewer, due to other commitments.  So just this week she passed on the reins to Jennifer Reid from the blog Life’s Like a Cupcake.

Both Carla and Jen are really passionate about the medium of blogging – the way it links people together, the way it’s a democratic medium that gives people a voice, and the way you have total control over when and what you write about.

So here’s to blogging.  And here’s an excerpt from Carla’s post on her blog, Chasing Cakes.

Since August last year, I have had a short segment on Hope 103.2FM called Best of the Blogs, on Katrina Roe’s morning show. When Katrina first asked me to be part of her show as a blog reviewer, I was really excited! I spend a lot of time reading blogs, and I have also been blogging since 2003. I’m really passionate about the medium of blogs, as it is a democratic medium that allows anyone to publish their work, whether that be writing, photography, drawing, recipes…anything! I loved researching the blogs that I reviewed, and sharing interesting blogs with the listeners of Hope 103.2FM. It was also lots of fun being on the radio. Although I had done acting work before, I had never done radio.

Sadly, the time has come for me to say goodbye to my role as blog reviewer for Best of the Blogs. I am currently studying to be an art teacher, and I am in my final year of uni. This semester, I will be working at a school as part of my internship, and in the following semester, I will be writing an honours thesis. Because of these new commitments, I won’t be able to do Best of the Blogs anymore.

However, the exciting news is that Best of the Blogs will be gaining a new reviewer: my blog buddy,Jennifer Reid! I reviewed Jennifer’s blog, Life is Like a Cupcake a few months ago, and we have become blog friends since then! From the moment I first read Jen’s blog, I could tell that she was a warm, intelligent woman, who was glorifying God through her blog and her daily actions. I am thrilled that she will be the new blog reviewer for Best of the Blogs, and she was the only person that I could think of who had the blogging knowledge, passion and experience (plus a bright personality!) that this role required! She is so passionate about blogs, whether she is reading blogs, supporting other bloggers through comments and emails, or writing in her own spirited and inspiring blog. I want to wish Jen all the best for her new venture. I know that she will be incredible in her new role!

Read more of Carla’s story here…

Listen to the podcast here…

Thanks Carla for all your hard work over the year and welcome Jen.  Happy Blogging everyone!


So I thought my first post for 2011 would be telling you all about Birdy’s four-year-old birthday.  It’s a big deal, turning four.  For us, it meant the start of pre-school and that last year at home before school starts and everything changes.  I launched into the year looking forward to all the new experiences and skills that a pre-schooler develops:  bringing home artwork from pre-school, playing board games and card games for the first time, making friends independently.

But the year started off in its own way.  And it wasn’t what I was expecting.

In the days and weeks leading up to Birdy’s birthday, my husband and I had the clear sense that Birdy wasn’t quite right.  Sometimes it was more obvious than others.  She’d wake up in a bad mood and refuse to eat anything for breakfast.  She was more lethargic than usual.  She’d fall asleep at odd times and put herself back to bed in the day.  Sometimes she said her tummy felt sick, once or twice she pointed to her head.  But then at other times she’d join in with other kids and seemed fine.   We took her to the GP with this vague assortment of symptoms.  The doctor thought she might have a urinary tract infection, but the tests came back clear.  I thought perhaps she was gluten intolerant and took her off wheat for a few days.  Then on the weekend of her birthday party, she told us she could see two Grannys.  She also completely refused to watch any television and started covering up one eye when she wanted to see something.  Then we noticed that one of her eyes had started to turn in.

Fortunately, my husband knew that double vision is sometimes serious and took her straight back to the GP.  After seeking a second opinion, the GP referred us to an opthomologist with an appointment booked for the next morning at 7.30 AM.  My experience with all things medical tells me that if you get an appointment with a specialist the next day, especially a three-hour appointment, you know you should be getting worried.  Our GP said that it could just be a lazy eye that had deteriorated due to a virus, but they also had to check for more serious things, to make sure there wasn’t any pressure being exerted on the eyes from behind.

The next day I went to  work while my husband took Birdy to the opthomologist.  I was on-air doing my radio show at the time, waiting for the call to hear that everything was OK.  But the call didn’t come.  I knew if it was good news, my husband would ring me to let me know so that I wouldn’t worry.  I also knew that if it was bad news, he wouldn’t call me until after I had finished my radio show.  By the time it was 11 o’clock, and he still hadn’t called me, I knew something was wrong.  I couldn’t wait any longer.  I had to know.

I called hubby on his mobile.  He told me that the opthomologist had seen a lot of pressure behind the eyes.  Something was pressing onto both the eyes from the brain, but the opthomologist hadn’t said any more about what it could be.  He had just referred us to the neurologists at Westmead Children’s Hospital.  Chris and I both knew it was the ‘T’ word that nobody was going to say.  I broke down in tears.  I walked out on my show.  I couldn’t keep it together.

As I drove to the hospital in shock I was shouting at God in rage.  ”You can’t take my baby!  Not this one.  You’ve taken all the others!  I’m keeping this one.  You can’t have her!  You can’t take her!  She’s mine!”  This may sound crazy, but after five miscarriages, I’ve developed a little bit of a fear about losing Birdy as well.  My husband later told me that he was in the car with Birdy, crying quietly so she wouldn’t hear, saying almost the same words.  Although he wasn’t shouting at God.  He was more begging in desperation.  (That tells you something about our rhino/hedgehog approach to conflict.)

When we finally saw the neurology registrar, he looked in Birdy’s eyes numerous times, examined her skin, asked a gazillion questions, made her walk on a line and did all manner of acrobatics with her.  After a time, we saw the neurologist proper and he repeated the whole process.  The neurologist explained that Birdy had Papilloedema – swelling of the optic disc that is caused by raised intracranial pressue.  He said that there are three things that usually cause raised intracranial pressure.  The first can be a blood clot or blockage in the brain, the second is a brain tumor and the third is an infection of the brain, such as encephalitis or menangitis.  I was waiting to hear the good option.  He said very occasionally they don’t find any cause, but just treat the pressure by doing a lumbar puncture to drain off spinal fluid, which helps to reduce the pressure.  He didn’t think she had a severe brain infection because she seemed too well.  He thought it was most likely to be a brain tumor or a blood clot.  At this point, I was hoping for the blood clot.  At least it could be treated with drugs, not surgery.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t get Birdy in for an MRI that day.  So we were admitted to the neurology ward for observation and they said they would definately do both the MRI and a lumbar puncture the next day.  The lumbar puncture was both to measure the pressure in her head and also an opportunity to drain off some spinal fluid if needed.

So we found ourselves on the neuro ward, surrounded by children with brain tumors and head injuries.  Suddenly we had crossed over to the other side. On all our previous visits to the Children’s Hospital, we had known we were the lucky ones.  Even though any operation, any injury, any asthma attack is scary, previously our visits had always been brief.  We knew we’d be going home the next day.  We’d walk out of the hospital grateful that our child didn’t have cancer or a major disability.  This time we knew there was very little chance we’d be one of the lucky ones going home the next day.  Suddenly the road ahead seemed very uncertain.

Those 32 hours waiting for the MRI were some of the most stressful of my life.  (Though actually not the most stressful, which tells you something about my life  recently.)  Talking to other parents who were going through similar struggles was a godsend.  But it was also daunting.  One mother I met had a son with a cancerous brain tumor that just wouldn’t go away.  They’d found it when he was three and a half.  He’d had two operations and chemotherapy but it just kept coming back.  He was now 8.  That means she has lived for four years with the dread and uncertainty that we’d been experiencing for just 32 hours.  I didn’t know how I would cope if that was what we were dealing with.

Finally the time for the MRI arrived.  Birdy conveniently fell asleep before they collected her for theatre.  Unfortunately she woke up just before they were about to put her under.  So she woke to find herself surrounded by doctors in masks and gowns and she was a little freaked out.  We went for a walk outside while they did the MRI and the lumbar puncture.  My heart was so heavy as we waited to hear whether we were dealing with a blood clot or a tumor.  I rang my church and asked them to send out an email to ask people to pray for a good result.  That email was forwarded into the inboxes of a most amazing range of people who prayed for us all.

When they finally took Birdy round to recovery, there was no doctor to tell us the results of her MRI.  But the aneathatist saw our worried faces and took pity on us.  ”The scans were all clear,” he said.  ”No sign of a tumour”.  You can only imagine how overjoyed we were to hear this news.  A few hours later, in the early evening, we got a more complete report from the neuorlogist confirming that she didn’t have a brain tumor, or any obvious clot.  The spinal fluid looked heathy and there was no sign of infection.  Her intracranial pressure was, however, 52 which was extremely high. On the MRI it looked as though one of her veins might be narrowed.  They would start her on medication straight away to save her eyesight.

Hang on.  What did you say?

The neurologist explained that the key concern now was to save her eyesight as the main risk was that she might lose vision.

Suddenly a massive weight lifted off my shoulders as I realised that the doctors were now fighting to save her eyesight, not her life.  Even if Birdy was blind, she was still my Birdy.  I wasn’t going to lose her.  Hallelujah!  Relief and thankfulness flooded over me.

The fact that Birdy didn’t have a tumor, a clot or a brain infection felt like a major miracle.  Even the neurologist seemed surprised.  Over the days and weeks that followed, there were more tests, consultations and even another lumbar puncture, but things were definitely on the improve.  While we still don’t know what caused Birdy’s intracranial pressure to skyrocket, so far it looks as though her medication is working.

So here we are, still at the start of 2011.  I feel like we almost lost our girl and then got her back again.  In the process, we lost a three-year-old and gained a four-year-old.  And though I have so much more to write, I’m really tired.  For a few weeks, life became just rushing from work to hospital and back again.  Somewhere in there Birdy had her first day of pre-school, then missed her second because she was back in hospital again.

How is it that for so much of our lives, we don’t realise how fragile we really are?  And how much our hearts and souls are wrapped up in the lives of these little people that we love more dearly than we love ourselves?



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