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I had one job!

Today l had one job, to watch Aria and Harvey while my daughter Jasmin went to school to help on Chase’s schools Mother’s Day Stall. The Bloke had a pre op appointment before he gets his hip replacement in June so he dropped me at Jasmin’s house at 8:00am.

I had one job to watch these small people while Jasmin went to school with Chase for a few hours. Put Harvey down for his nap at 11:00am and that was all- easy really.

So we did our usual cuddles and watching their shows, each had a favourite show for me to watch and then we decided to do silly photos!

Grandma and Aria rocking a bouffant
Harvey’s bouffant
Harvey!
Cheese says Aria!!

So Harvey wanted to get into the spirit because we were laughing he wanted to play the clown and so up onto the coffee table and he was dancing.

My Clown boy!

Before l even had time to tell him to get down he fell! Straight into the window, l’ve never run so fast or scaled a coffee table so quickly as l did today. Telling him “Stay still Harvey!” He was so good he just stayed still till l could make sure he wasn’t injured and oh my gosh hugged his little being till l almost crushed him!

All he was worried about was his Mummy would be mad! But l reassured him “Mummy will only be mad at Grandma not Harvey!” l checked him over so thoroughly and made sure he was all in one piece, then l issued Aria orders.. “Where does Mummy keep the vacuum cleaner? Watch the kitten doesn’t go bear the glass, stay over there right away” She was so good showing me where the vacuum was and then showing me how to work it 🤷🏼‍♀️ in the meantime she’s reassuring Harvey “It’s ok Harvey you’re not in trouble” turned my back for a second the kittens trying to get through the hole, luckily Dookie the dog was on the other side keeping her in. For about 10 minutes it was bedlam! And Jasmin had been gone less than an hour!!

Oops broken window
My Soul Sister was on duty today as Guardian angel.

My “Clown boy” suddenly became Grandma’s cuddle bunny. Aria was keeping watch on the clock to make sure Harvey was on time for his nap, she had a vested interest she could have her iPad time when he went to bed.

As he snuggled down he asked for his Mummy l said “When you wake up Mummy will be home” he nodded and said “Mummy mad!” No l told him not with my Harvey boy, kissed him and told him “I love you” he grins “Luff you too

As l made coffee and lunch for Aria it hit me just how badly that might have ended and l told myself “You had just one job!” And l’d messed it up! I also thanked my Soul Sister in spirit for catching him and not letting him be damaged. Luckily my Bloke got home and patched the hole with some MDF panels until we can get a glazier in but then l had to break the news to Jasmin, and pray she wouldn’t yell too loudly!

As soon as Jasmin got home l explained and thankfully none of us got into trouble but l will pay for the glass because they’ve only been in their new home two months and l’ve already let a window get broken!! “You had one job Grandma!”

On other subjects… Baby Violet had her home visit from the midwifery team today and it was Ash who delivered her. When Vi was released from hospital she’d lost 100 grams that was Monday, today is Wednesday and she’s up 80 grams! Yay Violet!! She’s a good baby so far!

My renewed creativity is going well and this months art prompt is “blooming marvellous May,” each day of the month you do a floral piece. I did Violet first so l decided to do each of my seven grandchildren, Chase wasn’t a flower so l did his name and added some Climbing Jasmine to his letter C! Today ironically was Harvey’s day, no flowers or plants called Harvey, so l wrote his name and gave him a floral hibiscus border!!

Harvey and hibiscus!!

I wonder if l’ll be invited back to baby sit again!

#AtoZchallenge No Z but…

Welcome to the world
Violet Avonia Campion

Today my letter “V” arrived! How clever was she to be born on her due date. April 30th 2021. Weighing in at a good 8 pound 8 oz, head circumference 35.5 cms and a long 53 cms.

My daughter Amber was doing some family tree research during Covid lockdown and realised my Maternal Grandmother was named Violet Jane and her daughter, my Mother was named Eileen Avonia. So she took Violet and Avonia and created this bundle of joy!!

Only a few minutes old

We got to the hospital for a check up this morning at about 10:40am and up to delivery at 12:00pm. At 6:00pm she was 4 cms dilated and so they gave her some morphine at 6:50pm she was pushing and then at 7:46pm Violet was born. The last bit sped up really quickly.

5 minutes old being checked in the humidity crib

I can’t help but think that my beautiful Soul Sister was watching over us as Violet came into the world. From tears of sadness to tears of joy as l cut this little ones cord. Some one once told when one soul leaves the world another enters!

Five hours old, sleeping, well, like a baby!

Now it’s 3:00am and Amber and l have tried to sleep but l think adrenaline has kicked in so we stare at this new little being who has joined our family and thank Jehovah for how healthy she is.

Now you REALLY have met my whole family! Five children, in laws, Cousin, Husband and seven Grandchildren!

St Valentine’s Day

We don’t normally bother, so no gifts exchanged but this year we’re camping wild in Tasmania so The Bloke used that as an excuse to book us a table at the Bayside Bistro pub in St Helens for lunch.

Before lunch we did some exploring on the other side of the bay where we were able to get out and walk along the breakwater wall.

It was crazy windy

We realised today that this is our 21st Valentine’s Day together but our first with no children involved. Just us, it was nice.

Pub for lunch l chose Roast Lamb because when we’ve been camping a while l miss the vegetables

Cheers to 21 years of St Valentine’s Days

When The Bloke and l first met online, we were both single parents and it turned out he worked not far from my house so one random day he called and said “I’m going past your street on my way to another company for a meeting can l stop in?” I nervously said “Yes” my cousin was over anyways so it was all good. He pulled up in his business shirt and tie with a box of mint slice chocolates and a chocolate mud muffin he had made. That first meeting was maybe 10 minutes and he was going away soon on Christmas holidays with his son. So l thought, that is that!

New Year’s Eve the phone rings and it’s him telling me he’s camping on a hill in Queensland and just wanted to say Happy New Year and maybe when he gets back to work we can go out for coffee. So l agreed.

Mid January 2001- comes and he calls saying “I’m working Saturday morning, how about l pick you up for coffee and home made mud muffins?” I agreed.

And that my friends is that… at first we were friends only and so different, like chalk and cheese! He’s a business man with a shirt and tie and a company car and he lives in the country. I mean l didn’t even know where Sunbury was!! And l was just me a single parent of three young children who’d want me?! I remember l told my cousin “Oh we’re just friends it won’t last six months”

But The Bloke- because underneath the business clothes and company car, he was “just a Bloke who likes rock n roll music and the Phantom and beer” he had a son and a black Labrador called Blue and he showed me new sides to life. I didn’t know there was this whole Rock n Roll/ Rockabilly life style going on in Melbourne not even far from where l lived. When he said “Rock n Roll” l said “Oh Elvis?!” But oh my girl there’s so much more..

Suddenly l was listening to HIS music, he grudgingly listened to my country and we met in the middle with Rockabilly. Soon he had taught me some dance moves and before long we were going to Rock n Roll dances and seeing bands and where had l been all my life?!

Then in April of 2001 l got really sick and ended up over the Easter weekend in hospital with gall stones and needing surgery, he rang me, he visited, and he went to that dance withOUT me! But as a consolation prize he brought me a signed poster into my hospital room!

It was soon after, that we realised “oops we were expecting” so not planned and not part of the “It’ll only last six months” deal.

We welcomed our “Rockabilly baby” on January 23 2002 born into the world to the Janis Martin song “Billy Boy” l sent Janis Martin an email just before she passed away and told her about our Star Son William John named “Billy” and her Grand daughter replied and said “My Grandmother was over the moon to hear from you” so l sent her back a photo of our Rockabilly Boy. The Grand daughter printed out the photo and took it into the hospital to give to Janis Martin.

When Star Son was Six months old, the Bloke decided that having five children wasn’t enough and that l needed something else to do, so he put MY hand up as Secretary and Treasurer of the local Rock n Roll Appreciation, but fair enough because he was named President. So our lives got busier!

Writing a monthly column each, mailing off magazines all over the world and generally having a blast, bands would send us CD’s in the mail and we’d do reviews and write articles. My favourite one l wrote was on Chuck Hughes and the Hillbilly Hellcats! This also meant that we went to a LOT of dances almost every week, we’d be there with the five children and dance the night away. Star Son almost got kidnapped by Texan Rockabilly singer Marti Brom who fell in love with him and wanted him as a souvenir!!

I remember one show we went to l was doing a review on this concert and so l was in this pack of “Grandmothers” all going crazy for this guy l’d never heard of, The Bloke had played me a few of his songs before hand but l’d still never heard of him, so lm innocently snapping away photos and this lady asks me “What are you doing?” I replied l was writing an article on Merv Benton and so l was taking photos she continued to watch me and every so often she would say “Oooh that’s a goodie!”

Finally she says “ Come with me!!” And she drags me to the front of the stage so now l’ve got a super clear view of not only Merv but also the screaming wild crowd of Grandmas! It turned out to be a great night and we got back stage passes and went back to meet Merv, he asked me “Did you get any good pics?” I nodded dumbly. I got the idea to do a “Then and Now” article we had an article of his last tour and so l contacted his agent and asked if l could speak to Merv in regards to the article. I must confess by now l too was smitten with Merv Benton! He was big in the 60’s in Australia and then he moved to America where he lives now in Arizona. Anyways long story short, he called me a week or so later and we talked for two hours and he came up to our radio program and did an on air interview. He still calls me occasionally!

Radio programs was another thing the Bloke convinced me we needed to do so once a month we went into the city to do a show called “Shake, Rattle and Roll” for the Rock n Roll club and then we decided to approach our local radio show and host one there, we called that one “Shake, Rattle and Roll” too but when we eventually gave up being involved with the rock n roll club and magazine we changed our radio show to “Rock Therapy”

When The Bloke turned 50 l made him have a party, that was one of the things l brought into this partnership Parties!! And convinced him it was time for him to start enjoying himself some more and so he brought himself a 1969 Triumph Trophy and l had to learn to love it or miss out! One particularly hairy ride we met one of his friends a huge bear of a man who took me aside and said in his deep booming voice “ Now listen here! It doesn’t matter how much he loves you he loves that bike more! So he’s not going to do anything to hurt the bike, if he leans, you lean, just hold on and relax” I nodded that made sense and then he added “Besides love! He doesn’t want to be stuck with five kids!” 🤪

And he we are twenty one St Valentine’s days later, it’s been a wild ride, ups, downs and a very bumpy ride, l’ve brought the “Business man” down a level and l’ve certainly climbed up about three levels to meet him in a comfy place.

At the end of this month we celebrate our 17th Wedding Anniversary, we have a 19 year old son over 6 foot tall. It’s The Blokes 65 birthday AND his first Anniversary of Retired life.

Yes Bloke it’s been a wild ride, but l wouldn’t do it with anyone else!

Day 5- Grand Children

Yes l am a Grandma.

In the year 2013 l became a Grandma three times! None of them planned but all very much loved. Number one- we currently have no access to but l pray when she’s older she might come looking for answers to her questions and we’ll be here with open arms. Number one was born in July 2013.

Number two- “Sweetpea” was born in November the 21st. Three days early. I was with her Mum, my youngest daughter, she had some issues during the birth so the Midwife handed me a bundle wrapped in a towel and said “Here Grandma watch this for me” l spent the next two hours welcoming her to our family and making sure she knew how loved she was. I spent the first night in the hospital with the girls and then we brought them home on day three.

Grandchild three – our first born Grandson, was born exactly two weeks later 5th December 2013. l didn’t have a nick name chosen for him until l saw him! He was born via Caesarian section and l was with his Mum, my eldest daughter, when he was born his little face was so chubby and he was chatting away he didn’t stop talking, his little face was so “Squishy” that was his nick name. I stayed in the hospital with them for the first night too.

Number two and three grew up almost like twins until Squishy got a baby sister in August 2016. Oh that little face, she has the most adorable little mouth she became my “Faery Girl” too delicate and sweet to belong to this world.

So suddenly we had three hands on Grand babies to love and spoil.

Then Mother’s Day 2017 l unwrapped a present from our Eldest Son and there was a beautiful wooden bowl which is used to hold your yarn while you crochet, and a ball of pink and a ball of blue yarn and a cigar. Hmm weird.. l thanked them and continued to get lunch ready our Son asked “What can you make with that yarn?” I said “oh l don’t know l’ll think of something” he said “You’d better think quickly” and then l understood, Pink and Blue yarn and a cigar for my husband! We were going to be Grandparents again!!

Mean while my eldest daughter husband and their little family were on holidays, when they got back l had permission to share the latest news but before l could share it 4 yr old Squishy says “Grandma!! Guess what?! Mummy’s got a baby in her tummy” she flinched.. they hadn’t planned to tell us yet!

So then Grandchildren five and six were coming one in July and one in December.

Number Five- our “Little Dude” was born July 2018. His Maternal Grandparents came from Netherlands for his birth and we celebrated the happy news together.

Number six- My “Prince Charming” was born Christmas night 2018. He was overdue and my daughter was so desperate for him not to be born on Christmas Day, alas, babies come when they will, he didn’t let her eat her desert though! He has those same kissable lips as his “Faery girl” elder sister.

Isn’t it funny- when you have your children you think your heart is full to bursting, no more room to love anyone else. Then you become a “Grand” Parent and suddenly your bursting with love again. Each one is so different but all deeply loved.

Now we are awaiting Grandchild number seven it’s a little girl and she’s due end of April, she will be Sweetpea’s baby sister seven years age difference, she will have to adjust to being a Big Sister and not having her Mum all to herself. She’s excited, when my daughter found out she was having a girl we made a little display of pink things on the dining room table and brought her in to show her, her little eyes got wide and she whispered “Is it really a girl?!” We said “Yes” she cried “Why are you crying?” We asked in shock and l wrapped her in a hug her little shoulders shaking she whisper “I’m so excited Grandma!”

And so are we!

Day 4- Life..

April 2019- my 17 year old son was playing football and hurt his knee. Hurt is an understatement he did the trinity of Knee damages, his ACL, his MCL and his Meniscus it couldn’t be much worse. That simple fall in the first 20 minutes of the first game of Football for the season. Seemingly innocent and yet.. here we are almost two years later dealing with that bloody knee!

The first time (yep l said “First time” it’s getting worse!) there a blog on my page somewhere about the horror, l still feel sick when l think of it and all the emotions of those six months come back easily. He ended up having three different surgeries and then got Golden Staph blood poisoning. Horrific!

He had a pic line in his arm to deliver drugs straight into his system, he had weeks in the hospital and then six more weeks at home with “Hospital at home” nurses in every.single.day!! As a result he missed time off school and was unable to finish his final school year, another crushing blow.

April till August we dealt with his #bloodyknee as we all fondly called it. MRI’s, surgeons, Dr’s, blood tests, X-rays, heart scans, my poor boy had them all and l was with him every step of the way. My husband would drop me off at 7.00am and he’d go to work and then get back at about 6.00pm we’d supervise his dinner (or go buy him something to tempt him to eat!) and then leave at around 8.00pm and drive 45 minutes home. We were all wrecked!

Finally he was off the crutches and almost walking normally, he’d gotten a temporary job with The Bloke’s company to make himself some money and decide what his next steps should be. He decided he’d like to be a Builder and so we found him a man who was willing to give him a trial and he started working. We wondered how his knee would hold out and the answer was.. it didn’t!

In April 2020 his knee collapsed on him and he came hobbling home, it swelled up it was hot and l was more vocal this time! The first time l let my husband and my son and the football coach make decisions l didn’t agree with THIS time l did not! I called the physio and got him in l told him “l think he’s done it again” all three of them tsk tsk’ed me and said “it’s probably nothing!” Until the Physio started working on it and l saw his face fall and l knew!! He was in X-ray pretty soon after. He saw the Surgeon the next day!

This time he had torn the ACL because the Surgeon suggested that the graft had been weakened by the infection. So immediately blood works were done to make sure there was no Golden Staph present and he was booked in for surgery in March.

And then Covid came! Star Son gave up his dream job because his knee buckled as they were carrying a window and he almost dropped it! Surgeries were cancelled and then he was downgraded to “Elective” and he ended up having to wait until October 2020. And due to very strict covid conditions we had to leave him at the door to hobble into the hospital and be admitted for surgery, all by himself!! That was the hardest day of my life waiting to hear how it went. The surgeon called us to say all had gone better than expected and he would be gone in two days. My husband was his nominated visitor so he went in and sat with him for only an hour and we face timed so l could see and speak to him. I was in the car in the car park!

So from October until today he’s been back and forth for appointments and physio. He started his dream job he’s doing an apprenticeship with my Son in law as a builder and because his boss (our son in law) has followed the drama every step of the way he understands about the appointments and physio and everything needed for Star Son to heal. Today he had an appointment with physio who said he’s doing really good and a bit above where he should be. Then he saw the surgeon this afternoon he is also happy with his progress and so for now we can breath a little easier.

We went out for lunch to celebrate we had to kill a few hours between appointments.

Lunch here!
Lentil Burger and Wedges
Labyrinth at the hospital, with the constellation “the Southern Cross”
Every time we come here l walk the labyrinth and pray for good results!

As parents do we ever stop worrying about them? I think the older they get the more worried l am. Then of course you become a Grandparent and the level of worry goes up a notch!!

Something to think about..

Occasionally you read a post that makes you think.. “How would I answer that?” and so this morning as I was having a quick peek at my emails (I say a “quick peek” because I was supposed to be doing my bible studies.. so I skim and then go back and read in-depth) I saw this post Wish and the title was “Wishing well” so I went to read it and it made me think… “How would I answer that?”

The original question was… ” What do you wish for the most?”

Back in the day a year or so ago, before I started my “Walk with the Lord” I would have answered it as “I wish for a million dollars and to be able to travel anywhere I want” but then I met the Lord, started reading and following his words and I realized it’s not about “the money” “IF” he wants me to travel and when indeed he does want me to travel the money will be there.. so I don’t answer that way anymore.

Ever since I was a little girl, 10 yrs old, I have wanted to go to America, it’s been the only long-term goal I have ever had. I am the Australian Gal that sings the American national anthem at the Olympic games, I am the Aussie Gal that Cheers for the American motorbike rider, Nicky Hayden #69.. even when he was beating the Aussie guy and I was surrounded by Big burly leather clad patriotic Aussie bikers.. and there is me yelling “Go Nicky!!”

There are wishes that are so deeply buried that you can’t think about those ones.. the ones that make your heart ache and tears well in your eyes. I know Diana from Holistic had the same response she said so here: “I couldn’t speak. The question distilled my deepest desires down to sudden tears that stung.” I know that feeling.

In the meantime I “thought” I wanted to be married to one man and live happily ever after, that didn’t work and that dream changed.

Then I wanted to be a “Mother” that dream has happened and continues to happen, and now they’ve added the “Grand” to it. So it’s a whole other level, funny when you think of being a “Mother” do you think about one day becoming a “Grand-Mother“?

I didn’t, until they both told me if was going to be happening..It was never on my radar, I could always imagine myself “old and bent and grey” but never did I imagine wearing the title “Grandma

I “thought” I wanted to be a career woman, so I got a job at 16 and worked my way up from rock bottom to the manager of the Deli department, and then decided it wasn’t that much fun telling everyone else what to do.. I quit..

I became a “Mother“, I can’t quit from that job, oh maybe some women can in fact I’ve heard tell of a few that have, they’ve just picked up and said “I’ve had enough of this job“, and quit but that’s not me at ALL.

Then “I thought” I wanted to be a “Writer“.. so I signed up for a Writing Class and started learning that, and I broke two type writers (yes back then we typed with type writers and sent off “hard copies” to places to be critiqued) and finally my then husband gave up and got a friend to set up a computer for us, so I could type and print… and then we got the internet and the world opened up to me.. and the writing never went much further. I did co write a piece which got published I wanted to win the $2,500 prize money to go to America, instead I won $50 but I got published and I did end up going to America the same year.

Then “I thought” That I would be “an artist“.. so I did a class and shocked almost everyone when it seemed so easy to do pastel drawings, but REAL artists sell their work, so I started doing an online class to market my work and sell my art..and again, I had to Sell myself which I am not good at so… I quit!

Then “I thought” I wanted to be a “Party planner“… they don’t have a course you can take for that.. so I decided to be a “Wedding planner” and use the skills to plan parties.. well that lasted about as long as it took for me to pay the money for the course and start the first module and I decided that once again, I’d have to be telling people WHAT TO DO.. and that if it was a JOB I wouldn’t love it as much as I do now.. so I quit!

Then I asked God… “what do YOU think I should “be”?”  because everyone tells us we have to “be something when we grow up”  Then I realized I am “doing something” I am a Wife, I am a Mother I am a Grand-Mother, I am an artist (So I don’t sell my work I still do it and it gives ME joy) 

Then I spent sometime with my journal and I again realized… these Ah Ha moments have been pretty powerful..

I am doing all the things on my “wish list” it just looks different from when I first wished it.

I am a Wife… The Bloke thinks I am a Great wife who compliments him.

I am a Mother.. four born and one inherited child

I am a GrandMa… Three and counting..

I am a Party Planner.. I give great parties, I can pull them off as easily as breathing, and I love nothing better than a good theme. And I’ve helped plan three weddings as well (two were my own!)

I am an Artist,.. So I haven’t sold anything, I have nice works of MY art of my walls, that I look at as I pass and saw “wow! I did that!” 

I am a Writer… Because I write my journal, because I write  this blog, I love this blog, it’s like my journal, I can’t imagine NOT doing it.

The only thing left now is “Travel“… it’s still there.. I STILL want it, I crave it.. I watch any travel documentary, I read travel memoirs, I pour over maps, travel guides, I am obsessed.. America is still top of my list I want to and I WILL do all the 50 states of America, I WILL do that… some day,right now the Lord has blessed me with a husband that has no desire to go overseas, that and the fact that he HATES to fly.. but for now, we are working our way through Australia. I can say I have now been to every State and Territory in Australia, some more than once. In September we will add a bit more of that sight-seeing to our list.

So What do you wish for? My simple answer…. a never-ending plane ticket….

Remember picking dandelions and making a wish and blowing on it… I still do that and I wish to travel!!

But my readers… What do YOU wish for?

G is for…. warning.. long post ha ha!

APRIL-CALENDAR [2015]

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Today’s post is brought to you by the letter “G”  the only think for “G” I could think of was “Grandma, Grandparent hood, Grandpa, Grandchildren” and why that should surprise anyone is anyone’s guess since I’ve become a “Grandma” I’ve jumped into the role feet first.. so much so that I forget who I was before my “little people” came along.

Here is “How my life changed when I became a Grandma!”

So let’s go back in time a ways to April 2013, we were away at our holiday place and my middle daughter Amber was with us for a week, so the three of us Me, Star Son and Amber for the school holidays the Bloke was working and staying home looking after the animals. So Amber was sick, we tried the flat lemonade and eating dried toast and all the other home remedies we could think of, she was pale and lethargic and vomiting and it hit me… “you’re not pregnant are you?” immediately she denied it and I pointed out that she had the symptoms, was it even a possibility, I had her think back and try and work through it.. and suddenly she was like “Oh shit!” we did the test and there were two blue lines, indicating positive, I was over the moon for the first few hours until it started to sink in… she had no partner, she wasn’t even dating anyone, she lived at home, she had no job yet, what would happen? needless to say my husband was less than excited when I told him, he started off unhappy and worked through it to the point of “it’s happened now we will make the best of it”

Once we got home we got the official result from the DR and then the planning started…. a few days later Amber had a dream (she remembers them all and can recount them in graphic details, I never remember if I even dream!) in her dream she had triples she gave one to her sister and one to her cousin and she kept one, and she was telling me how her sister dressed her baby and how her cousin did this or that with her baby and how one time (in the dream) her Sister left the baby in the car park because she “forgot” she had a baby to care for.. we thought that was funny and not an hour later her sister walked in… Amber and I started laughing and asked “where’s the baby? did you leave it in the car park?” we thought it was a great joke and in between laughing we tried to explain Ambers dream and in between the telling She burst into tears…

My first born daughter never cries, so when she cries it means something serious and so I asked her “what’s wrong? are you ok? are you sick?” she pulled up her sleeve to show me where she’s had blood taken, this is the child that I have to hold her hand because she is terrified of needles and I asked her If you’re sick why didn’t you take me with you to the DR? when do you get the results? what are they testing for?” and then another flood of tears… and it hit me!

OMGosh are you pregnant?” she’s blabbering away and said “I think so” and I started doing a crazy mam dance, because not only One Grandchild but ow TWO!! She went back two days later, I went with her, with tissues, it was not the news she wanted to hear, she was pregnant! She wailed “this is NOT how I planned my life” and I said “well at least you have a partner” maybe I cursed her because she didn’t have one for to much longer… he didn’t like the news and he run for the hills… or in this case his next conquest.

So suddenly I went from this Mum with adult daughters, a teenage son and a stable life, we had football season, we had our holiday place, we had camping trips and l had art whenever I pleased, I was doing an Art teaching instructors course, and I was free to paint from 9.00 am till 3.00pm while Star Son was at school..boy did that all change!

Soon it was all about Dr appointments, blood tests, iron counts, multi vitamins, ultrasounds, yes I went with both girls and I picked that Squishy was a boy before the technician did and he said “Your Mum is right but I won’t confirm it till 20 weeks!” both my girls are impatient and neither one wanted a “surprise” so we were more than happy to know we were getting one of each! Meals had to be considered one was lacking in iron and the other one ate junk food, so I was cooking for them both in the effort to keep them both healthy and fit. I must confess the months fly by,my painting sessions got less and less, because we had to organize clothing, bedding, cots you name it we needed it.. plus Amber was till living at home so our house needed a bit of re-organizing. My Cousin Lee and I went to the birth education classes with the girls, of course WE knew what we were doing but how much had things changed in the last 11 years? and the answer was LOTS!! So not only did the girls learn about what was going to happen Lee and I got a refresher as their birthing partners we needed it..

We did the planning like you should, natural child-birth, no interventions and Mum would stay the first night in lieu of “the partner” all set ready to go… Baby showers happened a pink Princess theme for “Jelly Baby” (Scarlett) and a Cheeky Monkey jungle theme for “Jellybean” (Chase) as the first due date drew close my husband was sent to China for work and he told Amber “Do NOT have this baby until I am back in the country” everyone knows first babies can be unpredictable. She was due on the 23rd November it was a Monday, but on the 20th November (which is also Nanny Hamilton- my mother-in-law’s birthday) Amber started having contractions and I joked (I need to stop joking!!) that Amber would have the baby on Nanny’s birthday (Nanny had passed away the year before) So we talked about changing her middle name to one of Nanny’s names in honor… Amber went to bed and slept on and off and I heard her up and down during the night, still not dreaming anything was about to happen. My Bloke would be home the next day Friday on the 2.00pm flight and so we “thought” we had it covered.. until that morning when Amber was in pain and she had her weekly appointment anyways so the three of us girls went off to that and they checked her out and couldn’t hear the heartbeat very clearly so they asked if they could put her on a monitor in the clinic, I told the nurses “I think she’s in labour, and we wont be going home” and they laughed “old wives tales.. over protective mum etc etc”

Sure enough the monitor told us she was contracting, although they were fairly spaced out, but Sweetpea’s heart rate was dropping in the peak of the contractions, so they suggested she go to the hospital with a bag and get checked out by the Dr’s maybe they’d keep her over night for monitoring… so we drove back home, got her bag and  got in the car to go to the hospital, but this time it was 200 pm and my husband got off the plane and called to say “I’m on my way home” to which I replied “Well we are on our way to the hospital and I need you to collect Star Son” at least he said “Sweetpea had waited for him to get back in the country” the Dr confirmed that she was 8 cms dilated and we were in fact going nowhere except the labour ward. I finally got to see my husband at 8.00 pm he came to see what was happening and I laid eyes on him for the first time in 10 days and promptly burst into tears!

Scarlett Olivia was born at 11.43 pm weighing 6 pound 11 ounces, the tiniest little thing and Amber had a hard time so the nurses wrapped up the baby and handed her to me and said “here Grandma keep this warm!” and I did, for the first three hours of her life I sat there and held her, I breathed her, I watched her breath I kissed the tiny fingernails and touched her hair and looked into those deep blue eyes that were so intently watching me and I welcomed my Grand daughter into our family. and something shifted inside me, something that said “if anyone tries to harm this girl child I will kill them

At the same time daughter number one was undergoing her own dramas, she’d had a bad back, she had ripped stomach muscles and had to wear a brace thingy to support her huge bump, and the Dr’s then discovered that our “Cheeky Monkey” was breech and so they booked her in for a C-Section, all the time hoping that he would turn and behave, Nope, he did not! So exactly two weeks to the day we were back at the same hospital with the same staff for “Cheeky Monkey’s” arrival. Very different experience, I was dressed in power blue scrubs and shoe covers and hair covers and left in a room to wait while they prepare her epidural. I was a bundle of nerves, shaking and fighting back tears and praying that “please God make things easy as they can be for her” and then I hear her laughing!! huh? why is she laughing? it sounded like they were having a party in there? and why was I still out here waiting? then a breathless nurse came rushing in and said “Come on Mum, they started without ya!” It was no fun seeing my daughter laying there like that hooked up to machines and covered in blue sheets, but she did really well, her hands were shaking but the anesthetist tells us it’s a side effect from the gas or something I don’t know I just wanted it over. Lots of pulling and shoving and the whole bed was moving and then they started laughing and said “Yep he’s a boy, he’s peeing everywhere!” but this little cheeky monkey who turned out not to be so “little” was so firmly wedged under his Mother’s ribs that they needed forceps as well to extract him! The anesthetist ended up taking the photos because I just didn’t want to leave my girl. He was wrapped up and quickly handed to me and the first thing I saw was those darling big dimples, either side of his mouth. And he started talking, babbling away, the nurses laughed they’d never witnessed that and I had certainly not, and those enormous blue eyes, he still makes my heart skip a beat. I stayed with them the first night, I stayed wearing the scrubs, who knew how comfortable they were, I ended up bringing them home accidentally, sleep deprived I packed them with the rest of my stuff. i love them!

Then it was time for real life to start, Amber was home with Scarlett, Jasmin came home with Chase for the first three days to give her time to rest and recover and then she went back to where she was living and every day routines started.. which meant that I had lots of time to snuggle, kiss, hold and feed, bath and stare at my little people and you know what? it’s now 16 months later and I haven’t stopped. I forgot that I had an art studio to go to and art to complete, a course is still waiting for me to complete it.. I forgot that I could read a book, or do some crochet and for a while I even forgot that I had pen pals that needed answering. In fact for the fist 12 weeks I became a kind of zombie, where all my energy was focused on those little people.

I never grew up with a Grandma, so I had no role model, I watched how my Mother modeled her “grand mothering” skills and I watched how my then Mother-in-law modeled her Grand mothering skills and I knew that I wanted to take them both and cut bits out of this one and add them to that one and I wanted to be better than both of them. So I made up a manifesto of how I was going to be a “grandma” and there again, everyone asks “what are YOU going to be called?” both my Mother and Mother in Law were “Nanny” Mum’s Nanny and Dad’s Nanny, so I knew I would never be “Nanny” I’m not a goat! I wanted to be “Grandma” and the nurse at the hospital and I got talking about it and she said “Ohh you are far to young to be a “grandma!”, you need a younger hip name, Grandma sounds so old” I said to her ” Do I look old?” she agreed I did not and in fact I was not, So I told her “I am going to make Grandma hip and trendy and everyone will wanna be a Grandma!” she laughed and assured me she would NOT!

So My Manifesto is.. I wrote about it here: https://kimlhine.wordpress.com/family/grand-babies-they-put-the-grand-into-parents/

Motto- “Grandma’s are antique little girls
Mission Statement– I promise to be a “Hands on” Grandma, this might include but not limited to….
* Never ending kisses and cuddles
* Never ending tickles and giggles
* Lots of story time
* Playing dress ups
* Lots of foods of all kinds including vegetables
* Camping trips to learn outdoor skills
* Grandma date days which will be fun AND educational
* Volunteering at Kindergarten, school, sporting events, dance recitals whatever
In closing… Grandma is NEVER too busy for her babies.
PS- sometimes we will disagree when I say “NO” but it’s for your own good and I will always love you!

So far I think it’s safe to say I am up holding my end of the bargain nicely.. and so what if I don’t touch my art studio for weeks, the good thing about my art is it will not wear out, there is no use by date!

Breakfast in bed with my Babies, first birthday with them here to celebrate

Breakfast in bed with my Babies, first birthday with them here to celebrate- October 2014

16 Ways to be a good Grandmother..

I just read this article and I wanted to be able to keep it and read it again and again so I thought I’d blog about it.. because lets face it.. being a “Good” Grandmother is not just my goal but I aim to be a “GREAT” Grandmother.. so I’m open to suggestions..

http://paradisepraises.com/16-ways-to-be-a-good-grandmother/#comment-4281

A Tribute to Grandmothers, without whom my life would have been greatly impoverished:

We all have grandmother figures whom we look up to. What can we learn from these grandmothers’ examples that will give us greater impact with our own children, grandchildren and other young people in our spheres of influence? My maternal grandmother spoiled us. Not rotten, but we definitely knew we were special. While at home we only ever got blah (i.e. good for you) cereals, Grandma always had our favorites on hand when we arrived for our summer visit, and we were allowed to choose whichever one we wanted on the next shopping trip! Her big four-poster bed was a special place reserved for reading, snuggled in luxury! From her I learned that a good grandmother

  • makes others feel special without spoiling them
  • makes time to read and snuggle
  • shows more love than frustration

How to be an Exceptional Grandmother www.ParadisePraises.comMy paternal Grandma’s impact on my life extends beyond the culinary and sewing arts, in that, while teaching me those things, she also patiently taught me how to feed and dress the soul. We knew our grandparents had a date with the Lord each morning over breakfast, and often we arrived at their door just in time to hear the final Bible reading and listen to them pray through the list of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Grandma taught me that a good grandmother

  • is joyful in serving her family and is a gracious hostess
  • is meticulous in her responsibilities (Yes, there is a right way to tuck in bedsheets!)
  • delights in simple pleasures and sees God’s object lessons in everyday living
  • actively keeps her mind”stayed on Him”
  • prays for her family regularly

I know that “blood is thicker than water”, but I also know that there may be some reading this who may not be biological mothers, and may feel like you don’t have an influence. You couldn’t be more wrong! Every woman can positively influence those God puts in your path, even if they aren’t any “blood relation”. You may never know the full impact of your example, influence, and love. Grandma Madge was a family friend whose influence made a huge impact on my young life. I still remember her guest room with one end piled to the ceiling with fabric scraps, her fabulous handmade quilts, her special raisin cookies, her gourd water dipper hung by the cool mountain stream a few yards from her house, her flower garden filled with gorgeous hydrangea and bleeding hearts, her concentrated listening to the “important things” a child wanted to share with her, and hearing her prayers for others. From her I learned that a good grandmother

  • has time to listen to the joys and woes of “little people”
  • inspires and cultivates beauty all around her
  • selflessly loves and gives to others, speaking life into them

Grammy is another family friend who has had a grandmother’s influence in my adult life. Grammy has a way of giving straight-talking counsel without stinging, and she knows the secret of encouraging without puffing one up. Though I will never attain to her level of graciousness, hospitality, generosity and pie making excellence, (I do aim to give it my best shot), I have learned from her that a good grandmother

  • holds loosely to this world’s goods
  • knows how to love the unlovely
  • knows how to do the hard things with joy
  • Inspires and motivates others to excellence
  • will stop and pray with you over anything at any time of day or night

Are You a Good Grandmother?

  • What memories or qualities of your Grandmother have made the biggest impact on your life?
  • I never grew up with a Grand Mother, both of mine had died before I was born.
  • What legacy was left to you that you desire to replicate?
  • Well since I never got to meet them, I am making my own traditions for my Grandies as I go.
  • What legacy do you wish to leave behind?
  • I want my grandchildren to be able to look back on their lives and remember all the happy times they spent with Grandma, the Grandma who played on the swings and rode bikes, and danced and baked with them, the grandma that played dress ups and went to kindergarten and school plays, the grandma that was always cheering on at sports days and school concerts. The Grandma that they can always come to with worries and know that I am always on their team!
  • What can you do today to begin being the grandmother you hope to become?
  • Everyday I tell my babies (they are only 15 months old) I love them, all the time, I kiss and hug and I always kiss them good morning and goodnight. We dance around the house, we sing along (OK, I sing and they babble) to all the play school and sesame street songs, and when I am in the kitchen and they want to join me I give them the wooden spoons and a pot or the measuring spoons and cups and let them play.
  • Who has God placed in your life who needs a mother’s or grandmother’s influence?
  • I believe that God doesn’t make mistakes so he gave me two Grandbabies at almost the same time (2 weeks age difference) so that we three can form an enduring love!
  • What will you do to begin making a difference in that young (or younger) person’s life?
  • I think I am already doing that and I know it’s working because my babies are so happy to see Grandma the look of excitement on their faces is immeasurable. When daughter #1 drops of “Squishy” he has no discomfort at her leaving him with me, in fact he’s happy to wave her goodbye!

NaBloPoMo 2014- Day 29- My Saturday looked like this…

 

 

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My Saturday looked like this…

 

I am very blessed that my daughters trust me and are comfortable with me to have so much contact with my Grandchildren. Most days I have one or the other or sometimes both, and I could not love these little people more. I was with each of them at their birth and I adore every minute I get to spend with them. This past twelve months has gone so fast and I am so blessed that I got to enjoy as much of it with them as I have.

I love my Sweetpea and Squishy xo

So how did you spend your Saturday?

NaBloPoMo 2014- A years gone by…

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Today twelve months ago my whole life changed, it was a huge momentous occasion, my daughter became a Mother and I became Grand…Mother..

I know a lot of women would cringe to think about becoming a Grandmother, ekk, they’ll be old. For me age has never been an issue, it doesn’t bother me, the grey hairs come, I call them my strands of wisdom and the wrinkles around my eyes mean that I have laughed. Age does not scare me, its inevitable, we are all born and we all die of that the world is certain.

When my daughter found out she was pregnant I was excited, a new baby, another generation, my baby having a baby. Her situation was not ideal, single, pregnant, no job, still living at home, some might have suggested she not keep the baby, but NO! I know that what God makes is perfect and it’s all HIS timing, and HE does NOT make mistakes, doesn’t Psalm 139 tell us so? Let’s read…

Psalm 139:15-  My ⌊frame⌋ was not hidden from you,
when I was created secretly,
and intricately woven
in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my embryo,
and in your book they all were written—
days fashioned for me when there was not one of them.

So even before my daughter had her daughter it was all planned, and I have had comments made about her daughter being “an accident” and  “a mistake”  but I never looked at the unexpected pregnancy that way. I looked at it as our family growing, and the funny thing about love is no matter how much you think you have there’s always more waiting to be used up, it comes bubbling up from some deep underground well.

So I supported my daughter, I went to every Doctor appointment, every blood test, every ultrasound, I saw that she was a girl before my daughter knew what she was looking at, I announced “We are having a girl” of course he would not confirm it then but I knew. Because My daughter’s Grandmother had a girl first, then I had a girl first, and now she’s had a girl first, family blood lines.

The day my Grand daughter was born was the happiest, scariest, most emotional day of my life. My Bloke had been away in China for 10 days and had told my daughter’s bump “Do NOT come out till I get home” and she heard him, because he was back in the country nine hours before she arrived. We went into the hospital for a check up she was three days early, we were not totally sure she was in labour but I ” felt” that she was, so off we went, the Dr announced she was staying and in active labour.

Eight hours later, this tiny bundle arrived. My daughter had a good pregnancy and a good labour for the most part, but the ending wasn’t really very good, and so in the end this little girl child was delivered and handed to me “Here Grandma hold this” they said while they worked on my daughter, she lost a lot of blood, and a thought flashed through my head “do women still die in child-birth in this day and age?” It was scary. I prayed that she would be ok and I held this tiny pink bundle who stared up at me and stared with such intent, I felt like she had been here before, and I knew that whatever happened in her life, I was gong to do everything in my power to keep her safe.

I spent the first night with my “Girls” and all the next day until the Bloke was finished work and could come pick me up. I got to spend time bonding with my Grand baby and I fell in love with her more than I ever imagined I would.

Today my Sweetpea turned one and I spent the day with her, smothering her in love and kisses, she doesn’t mind it and she likes to lie in my arms and listen to me sing to her, we sing “Mocking bird” and “Sweet pea” and she still stares intently. She’s one, I can hardly believe how fast this year has gone, so many firsts in her tiny life, first bath, first needle, first medication, first fever, first trip to the hospital, first solid foods, first tooth, first sleep in the cradle, first sleep in the cot, first walk in her pram, first Santa photo, so many firsts for my precious girl. And Grandma has been there for all of them. Tonight she had her first birthday, Grandma cooked her Roast Lamb and potatoes and gravy and roast pumpkin, and carrots, cauliflower and broccoli, and Grandma also baked her a cake and decorated it and put on a first candle and the whole family enjoyed her.

If this small Girl child is a “mistake” she’s the best mistake I have ever met! In two weeks we will do it all again for Scarlett’s cousin Chase, but you’ll have to come back and read that story then!

Happy First Birthday Scarlett Olivia, Grandma loves you more than all the grains of sand…

 Psalm 139:17- And to me, how precious are your thoughts, O God;
how vast is their sum.
18 If I should count them,
they would outnumber the sand.

Like my love for my Scarletta!!