Now, I'm not the most romantic person around, actually, I'm a bit of a bah humbug when it comes to Valentine's Day (after all, you should make the effort every day), but now I have no excuse. So forget those overpriced roses and the dodgy marzipan chocolates, get out there and find a Windmill for a measly €2 on the 13th and 14th in aid of Heart Children Ireland.
Yes, that's it, the little baby is gone, only to be replaced with a little boy. I started to notice this change last week with a trip to the hairdressers. While I was there I decided to ask the hairdressers advice on the best way to tackle my son's mullet. I know what you are thinking, surely we did not leave him almost 11 months in 1985, but he was born with a rat's tail, and it was starting to get a bit too long for comfort. She offered to trim it for me there and then, so now my little baby looks like a little boy. Don't worry, the front wasn't touched, it's still as long and silky as ever. But it has changed him, he's grown up some how. When the other staff realised he was getting sheared, they came bounding towards me....
"Is he getting his first hair cut?"
Yes
"Are you going to keep his hair?"
Emmmm.....am I? Is that what's done now, gosh, I don't want to look like a bad Mammy.....Of course I'm going to keep it.
So now I have a little plastic bag, somewhere in the bookcase (well I think that's where I left it) with a little bit of baby hair in it.
Recently we've come to realise that between the growth spurts, the teething, the crankiness and tiredness, there is a little personality, a real little person emerging. I have come to the conclusion that he's a bit mad, possibly a little hyper active and a little comedian. He's trying to be more active, still no crawling, but he is rolling, in one direction , down the centre of the sitting room. He hits everything and shakes it to see what it does. Wooden spoons are used as drumsticks, tiny stuffed cloth animals are used as teething rings. He is exploring everything and anything you give him (except food.....typical). I scour the house for something new to give him. At the moment his favourite things are the plastic insert of a biscuit packet, a string of beads, and a rubber spatula.
He is also discovering his voice, raspberries are the way forward in communication it seems. I can't leave a room without waving good bye to him or he starts shouting after me. Whining and pretend crying are being used as blackmail.
He's got a thing for the ladies too, he flirts while we do the weekly shop, beams at any woman who talks to him.
"Hello, will you be my new Mammy?"
Sleeping 12 hours at night time, and taking long afternoon naps is now a thing of the past, apparently sleeping is for girls!
I can barley remember the days when he was tiny, sleepy and placid. Now all he wants to do is bounce and wriggle in my arms, while simultaneously hanging out of my hair, pretending to be Tarzan (my head is not a jungle!).
How fast time passes. What new trait will tomorrow bring?
Health up date: Just like Noah, Cathal had his eye test recently, and he has been given the all clear. He can see!!! No "wobble" in his eyes, no cataracts, just a strong possibility that he is a little long sited, but nothing that needs a prescription just yet. Next eye test is this time next year. Keep yer eyes peeled.....
Ah yes, he is keeping us on our toes, this little one. It all started last night, while Cathal was asleep. We noticed that he was short of breath and a little wheezy. So this morning, when he was still no better and he had an annoying cough that sounded more like a bark, we decided to visit our local A & E in Crumlin. And a good thing too. Turns out when we got there that his oxygen saturation levels were low, even for him.....between 58 and 60 (normally he is between 75 & 80). His chest was listened to in great detail, the doctor looked down his throat and discovered that his throat and airways are a bit inflamed. So yet another virus strikes again. When will they end?
A few doses of inhalers were administered, a steroid and after a few hours, he was jumping around the place. Ahhh......it's good to be able to breath again. His sats jumped up to 79/80 so we were let go....wohoo!!!
We've been given an inhaler to give to him as he needs, but he hates it. It's a two person job. How I'm going to give it while The Dad is at work, I don't know. Any takers??
I was sick!I know, I've been incredible lazy the last few weeks. What can I say, lots to do at the moment it being the festive season and all that.
Anyway, Cathal went for his regular 2 monthly(ish) check up to have his heart looked at, and I am pleased to announce that he is doing great!!! We had a target weight to reach (8kg) and he weighed in at 8.27kg. And that's all down to me I might add, he's not a great eater, not a big fan of solids, so yes, I'm proud (see that light? It's me beaming with pride). We were also told that his pulmonary artery has grown a little. BIG JUMP FOR JOY! If it keeps growing little by little, it should make the operation a little less tricky. Surgery should be around spring/ summer. So now we keep waiting.
But poor Cathal, he did not like having the echo done. All it is is a scan, but as soon as Dr.McM put the gel on his chest, he screamed blue murder, and kept screaming. Even when he was dressed and we were sitting at the desk, every time he looked round to Dr.McM, he would start off again. My son knows how to hold a grudge, that's for sure.
This book is good mammy, can't wait to find out what happens
