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Haven’t been on here in what feels like forever because I’ve had my hands soooo full with this little cherub. HES AMAZING. My son, light of my life. 2 years of trying, 4 days of labour, an emergency c section and a painful recovery all 100% worth every second and I would do it again in a heartbeat. You’re the best reason to wake up in the morning and I can’t wait to watch you grow and love life the same as you’ve made me love mine ❤️ my angel my rainbow. I love you 💚
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Results
I realised I hadn't written about this!
I got my biopsy results back on Monday and good news... I don't have cancer. The patch was caused by some kind of trauma (it was a keratosis). They want me to be checked regularly and keep an eye on it and have booked me in for two operations to have my wisdom teeth out later in the year. It was such a relief. Husband came with me for the appointment. We were both really anxious but trying to hide it from each other.
It was a horrible experience - going back to a hospital, waiting for results, wondering if in a few moments your life would change. Our family did this with my mum first and then my Dad. My sister and I would both try to protect one another and try not to show our fear. We would have to be strong for our family and yet be terrified of the future.
It's odd. Leading up to appointment I had somehow felt calm at times. Wondering that if I were ill and if I died, would I see my mum again? Would I see my dad? And then I would suddenly be petrified of leaving my son. My husband. My sister.
Before my sisters wedding I was looking for some photos of my grandmother (my mums mother who died when I was around 2 years old from lung cancer when she was in her early 50's). I have a memory; though I'm not sure how authentic it is. I held her hand as she laid in bed, the curtains and bedding were pink and it was a bright day and sun shone through a kink in the curtains. My mum cared for her mother when she died and despite me being very young, did it quite alone. It was extremely difficult for my mum. I didn't always understand my mums grief - on anniversaries or Christmas or sometimes just random days - when my mum would feel so sad, missing her mother. That never went away for my mum. It took losing my own mother for me to understand that. In the box of photographs, I found a letter that my grandmother wrote to my mum. She said in the letter that "I feel god has given me this time to say these things to you". My grandma told my mum how much she loved her, how much she loved me and how she wished she would see my mums babies grow up (this was before my sister was born.)
Reading a diary of my mums (I'm so glad she kept these and I'm glad I write diaries myself - I want Arthur to have these pieces of me, these insights into my life and love and struggles when I am not here anymore), my mum wrote that she was not afraid to die. She longed to see her mum. She was afraid to leave my sister and I. But she wanted her mum. When I first read it, I'll admit, I felt a little hurt. I wanted my sister and I to be her main motivation. But I understand it now. It didn't make her love me and my sister any less, like it doesn't make me love Arthur any less. Grief is a very very odd thing and there are no clear instructions on how to grieve. It's almost 2 years since she died. Two years since I have seen her. It's almost been one year since my dad died. I don't understand where that time has gone. Grief changes - I hold my shit together, I can miss my mum and Dad and think about them without feeling that awful crushing chest pain and I don't cry. I can function. I can live. I can laugh. I am happy. But life is different. Every celebration, every good day, every bad day is tainted because of missing them.
My sister just got married. I couldn't separate the happy day with the sadness of loss and the ache that my sister didn't have my mum and dad there at her wedding.
I'm not religious. I don't believe in God. Sometimes I wish I did - I wish I had that faith of a higher power, a reason. I wish I thought there was something more. I wish I see them again. I hope I see them again.
But the way my mum died, the way my mum dealt with her mother dying, she taught me a great lesson. The way I always felt connected to the grandmother I'm not sure I have any real memories of is the same gift I want to give to Arthur. I want to keep her alive through him. I want him to know just how much his grandfather loved him - how he gave him a focus and reason to live. I want my sister and I to teach our children about that love - that absolute devotion I know my parents would have had to our family. I want to teach A the lesson of honesty and saying goodbye. Of saying the things that need to be said. Of trying to live without regret.
I know sometimes I write too much about grief. After all, this is a mumblr/parenting blog. But it is also my outlet and one that has helped me significantly. My parents have a huge impact on me and my daily life and daily parenting decisons. It is hard not to tell the story of my parents. It is difficult not to explain about what they did for me.
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On Saturday we celebrated Neils 9th Birthday. Even though the big day is not actually until Wednesday we had planned a big BBQ at home during the day and then in the evening we had privately hired out a local play centre for Neil and his friends. It was a great day although several children who had accepted the invitation didn't turn up to the party which in all honesty really annoyed me. We were expecting 30 in total but there were only 23!!! ... but when you have paid for food per child and have ordered, paid for and collected the sweet boxes it's money we could have not spent out! It does not take much to let someone know they can't come for what ever reason that may be. I know I'm probably over reacting, the important thing is that Neil had an amazing party and it didn't bother him
Schools out for summer and don’t you know it were in A&E with Ethan… He put his fingers in the gap where the door opens at the hinge and the wind slammed the door shut.. he got his fingers stuck inbetween the front door and the frame down to the knuckles until Mark was able to unlock the door again and release them….The poor little mite screamed so much. It must have hurt him. They are swollen and bruised and waiting to find out what damage its caused.
