I am completely distraught.
Tara broke out in hives - very mildly on Saturday and then again on Monday. But yesterday, she had a pretty bad reaction - so bad that she could hardly open her eyes. The swelling has JUST gone down - 24hrs later - and it was extremely distressing. I'm quite certain it's not a food reaction because I haven't changed her diet. So, Im guessing it something from outside - the grass, pollen, a plant, insects - or maybe even the carpet.
I have been so stressed and terrified that she's going to continue to have break-out until I see the Allergy specialist and have her tested. I'm trying to psyche myself up for this - a scatch test where various allergens are pricked onto her forearm. I'm so worried.
My poor baby.
Thursday 30 November 2006
Monday 27 November 2006
We've finally moved
Moving house is traumatic.
People warned me - they said it would be hard, exhausting and downright emotional. While, I imagined it to be all these things, I was still in for a big surprise.
Packing is exhausting (especially more so when you are six months pregnant!), but the hardest thing was leaving behind all the memories. I know I whinged a lot about the lack of space etc etc etc, but it was my first place out of home, the first place my hubby and I lived after we married and of course it was where the girls were both conceived and spent their earliest days.
But, having said all that, I am glad we moved and we have all settled in really well. Jeff has to travel a bit further for work, but we are all much more relaxed. And my darling sister and her family are literally around the corner. The girls love seeing their cousins nearly every day and my sis has already come to my rescue a dozen times these last two weeks.
I just hope our tennant is taking care of my purple place!
People warned me - they said it would be hard, exhausting and downright emotional. While, I imagined it to be all these things, I was still in for a big surprise.
Packing is exhausting (especially more so when you are six months pregnant!), but the hardest thing was leaving behind all the memories. I know I whinged a lot about the lack of space etc etc etc, but it was my first place out of home, the first place my hubby and I lived after we married and of course it was where the girls were both conceived and spent their earliest days.
But, having said all that, I am glad we moved and we have all settled in really well. Jeff has to travel a bit further for work, but we are all much more relaxed. And my darling sister and her family are literally around the corner. The girls love seeing their cousins nearly every day and my sis has already come to my rescue a dozen times these last two weeks.
I just hope our tennant is taking care of my purple place!
Friday 3 November 2006
My first Grey hair
For all those who know me, I'm pretty vain about my hair
I whinge a lot about it the curls being a pain, but my crowning glory is probably my best feature (when the regrowth isn't showing, that is.)
Anyway, I've had hair dramas since giving birth to Tara. During the pregnancy it was full and long and just gorgeous.
My sister warned me not to get too attached to it.
Being a hair expert, she had seen a plethora of post-pregnancy women in hysterics as clumps of their locks had fallen out and they had to succomb to a crew cut.
Lo and behold, three months after Tara-girl was born, my hair starting falling out. Lucky for me, however I was soon pregos again with Edee and it was thick and lustrous again - and I tried a new colour.
However, the worst was yet to come.
Three months after Eden was born, my hair started falling out BIG TIME. Clumps would fall out in the shower and I would scream for my hubby to come in and check for bald spots. My hair line thinned out pretty quickly but I was loath to cut it, hanging on for sheer life to the ragged length of copper hair which now resembled an unbrushed horse mane.
I had always promised my hubby I wasn't going to be those women who, when they got married would chop off their femininity after becoming a Mrs and a Mum.
So, when I fell pregant this year, I waited the obligatory three months to colour it, and went for the chop - and changed colour yet again. I cried and yearned for the long locks. While my darling sister only cut the bare minimum, I felt naked without it. It wasn't that short - just below my shoulders - but to me it was akin to boy's hair.
I soon got over it. It its much healthier and growing (thanks to oestrogen) at a record pace.
Which leads me to the subject of this blog. It has grown so fast, I had to get it coloured again this week.
Usually a pain free exercise, this colour session was a nightmare.
My sister found a grey hair!
It was devastating, and I'm not exagerating. She yanked it out by the root and tossed it haphazardly at me. I was in tears. I have kept the hair, which is half snow white and half bright red. Gosh, I'm really feeling old.
My predictions are coming true, my husband is going to send me grey. Now for my next prediction to come true - the kids are going to send me to the loony bin.
Watch this space.
I whinge a lot about it the curls being a pain, but my crowning glory is probably my best feature (when the regrowth isn't showing, that is.)
Anyway, I've had hair dramas since giving birth to Tara. During the pregnancy it was full and long and just gorgeous.
My sister warned me not to get too attached to it.
Being a hair expert, she had seen a plethora of post-pregnancy women in hysterics as clumps of their locks had fallen out and they had to succomb to a crew cut.
Lo and behold, three months after Tara-girl was born, my hair starting falling out. Lucky for me, however I was soon pregos again with Edee and it was thick and lustrous again - and I tried a new colour.
However, the worst was yet to come.
Three months after Eden was born, my hair started falling out BIG TIME. Clumps would fall out in the shower and I would scream for my hubby to come in and check for bald spots. My hair line thinned out pretty quickly but I was loath to cut it, hanging on for sheer life to the ragged length of copper hair which now resembled an unbrushed horse mane.
I had always promised my hubby I wasn't going to be those women who, when they got married would chop off their femininity after becoming a Mrs and a Mum.
So, when I fell pregant this year, I waited the obligatory three months to colour it, and went for the chop - and changed colour yet again. I cried and yearned for the long locks. While my darling sister only cut the bare minimum, I felt naked without it. It wasn't that short - just below my shoulders - but to me it was akin to boy's hair.
I soon got over it. It its much healthier and growing (thanks to oestrogen) at a record pace.
Which leads me to the subject of this blog. It has grown so fast, I had to get it coloured again this week.
Usually a pain free exercise, this colour session was a nightmare.
My sister found a grey hair!
It was devastating, and I'm not exagerating. She yanked it out by the root and tossed it haphazardly at me. I was in tears. I have kept the hair, which is half snow white and half bright red. Gosh, I'm really feeling old.
My predictions are coming true, my husband is going to send me grey. Now for my next prediction to come true - the kids are going to send me to the loony bin.
Watch this space.
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