Tuesday, October 25, 2011

14 Weeks in 14 (or so) days: Week 31

Yipppeeeee!! I have completed sorting all the photos from the last 14 weeks of chaos. I have assembled them into layouts and now just have to do the journalling page by page and week by week. Here for your viewing pleasure is week 31- the end of July and start of August- we were of course still in NZ a week away from the packers coming. (You can click on the page if you want to make it bigger so you can read the journalling).


This was also the week when Tamas smiles came into their own.....


Les brought home Will his own Mini parachute which he totally LOVED.



Tama visited the Chiro due to his tendency to constantly try and push his head back and favour turning to one side.... she worked miracles- thank-you Lyn from Hobsonville Chiropractic- you rock.



Tama had his follow-up appointment with Tammy the paed at Waitakere Hospital. She wrote us a referral for Perth and said she try and see if Tama's Hernia surgery could happen sooner rather than later (this is with 20 days till we left the country!!).


Tama had his hernia surgery the next day!! While I know the stress and trauma is nothing in comparison to what some parents and kids have to go through- it was SUPER hard not being able to feed him for 10 hours as the surgery got delayed again and again and then handing my baby boy over to a (kind) stranger at less than 6 weeks old- none of our children have ever been separated from us at such a young age!


We had our last visit from Jackie- and I cried - boy did I ever cry. (Still missing Jackie now- would have another baby tomorrow if I knew Jackie could be my midwife- and lets face it that's crazy talk!!!)




Will managed to spend a lot of time doing this....


Filling this....

  
And therefore receiving this.....


Which he was super proud and happy about and so rang to tell Grandad on this....


Tama had a tiny plaster. sad.

But he still managed to make it look cute. sweet.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Brody had a hernia repair as a baby too, he was only 23 days old.
We took him to A&E because he wouldn't stop crying - turns out he had a strangulated hernia and was in surgery about an hour later.
So I get the scary, it's not nice, supposedly a routine thing, but it's your baby - and it's scary.
These wee munchkins are our world, and we're allowed to fuss :o)
Joz.