Before we get to the bit where Lolly got to see someone for her hyper mobility, we have 9 months to get through. And This chapter is going to be about all three of my little beauty's as it's actually a key year. Moo ma (my youngest) was a very poorly baby, always ill, I think in 3 months since she was born we had called out two ambulances for her, one because of her temp and breathing, she was put on a nebuliser in the ambulance and another because she had tonsillitis so badly that she had a febrile convulsion because of the temperature rising so high. She was just like Lolly her skin would be all mottely and her hands feet and mouth would be blue, even her tongue, in fact she was worse than Lolly but again I was used to this and so it didn't worry me too much, there would be no warning for any of her illnesses one minute she's fine and the next she was convulsing with a temp of 43c. I was so scared, and just like the time with Lolly chocking I couldn't cope with seeing my baby passed out, I was so upset and I knew I wasn't doing any good with her in my arms so I passed her to Kenny, who brought her round. While I spoke to the 999 operator and packed her hospital bag. It's weird isn't it because if it was any other child but my own I would have been calm as anything and dealt with it.This was number 2 on my most scariest moments list After Lolly choking! (There have since been many more) I was distraught. Shaking, pale. She was only tiny! What was happening to my children why could their tiny bodies not cope with a cold, or anything. S (eldest boy) was a very healthy baby nothing more than a common cold. I didn't know any other family who was in and out of hospital with their children as much as me at that point. I felt like I lived there. Lolly was so upset, she didn't understand, she thought that I wasn't going to bring Moo ma back home and I just had to leave her knowing she was so confused and upset. But my baby needed me, I had to leave her. Tonsillitis was diagnosed and we were discharged. It wasn't long before we were back down there, she had bronchiolitis , and whooping cough. She was practically foaming at her mouth, it was very watery, her skin was pale, and dry and She was very verypoorly. Was given some strong antibiotics and sent home. She picked up immediately on these and was happy and healthy again. Not for long, though.
It was Christmas soon of 2012 and we had booked a lodge in wales to spend Christmas, much to the dismay of our family, but we needed a break, we needed to get away without the worry of anyone else or the big get togethers over the festive period. These were particularly hard for us as a family. Lolly didn't understand at all about birthdays and other special occasions. If you said happy birthday to her she would repeat it back love her, and still does. She gets particularly anxious, lots of unstructured days, lots of visitors, bringing presents and having dinner it confuses her. So we decided to go away, a nice lodge with a hot tub in Wales. One whole week of relaxation and hopefully some snow!
It took us 8 hours to get there!! She was an absolute nightmare, she was screaming, setting the others off, Moo was only little and needed changing and feeding often. Lolly hated the car seat, hated the music, hated everything. It was the worst journey in the world. In the end I had to pull over and swap her into Kenny's van. She was not a happy girl, not even the promise of the hot tub when we got there could persuade her to calm down. We were soon learning that journeys with Her were practically impossible. We weren't prepared, we didn't know about distractions for her disabilities because at that time she was just an "extreme version of normal" we weren't given any strategies to help her or us, we just had to deal with it, get on with it, punish her, make consequences for her behaviour, do her a reward chart!!! And wait for a parenting course to help me be a good parent!! Eventually we arrived and unpacked. After I broke down in the middle of nowhere with a screaming hungry baby, and a screaming anxious toddler! It was amazing, kids jumped straight in the hot tub, and we chilled with a well needed glass of wine and prepared for Christmas.
Moo was poorly again, she had a cough and cold and high temperature. She also came up in a rash! It was blanching though so it wasn't a worry. She got over it quite quickly this time thank god!
It rained the whole time we were there, we literally had to stay in and make do. Christmas was quiet and peaceful and very relaxed.
Lolly didn't understand climate change Or couldn't feel certain temperatures she would want to wear shorts in the winter if it was sunny and try and go out with big coats on in summer if it was cloudy, It was a bit of a worry because once she had her mind set on an outfit, she would be adamant she was wearing it, and I swear nothing could change her mind. We did though in them days, we made her change clothes but the repercussions weren't worth it, and our motto now is "if it isn't harming her what's the point" if we went on holidays in winter to the coast she would want to go swimming and could Not understand she wasn't allowed in the sea. It was almost like she was saying why are you bringing me to the sea of it's too cold for me to swim in? Logical really for a child, but "normal" children would understand after it being explained. No amount of explaining it to her would help her understand and so we would just let her find out herself.
It took us 2 1/2 hours to get home, big difference from 8 hours on the way there. It was good to be back. But then the realisation of back to work and back to school hit. I was also due to go back to work and needed childcare, so we hired a nanny, she came a worked three days a week, taking the kids to school, and picking them up. And looking after Moo at home. She would do the general tidying up. Lolly was very difficult for her. Our routine was hard because She done odd pre school days so it was quite hard to get her used to. She never listened to the nanny and was just generally difficult. At this point S had started regressing, academically he got left behind. He was in year 1. He was fidgety, inattentive, and disruptive. He was the same at home. We said before they were like chalk and cheese, and it was getting worse. We put it down to me going to work. I hadn't worked at all since having him so maybe it was just too big a change. His teachers in his class were changing all the time which didn't help, the whole way through year 1 he and the other children were passed from pillar to post. He didn't cope well. His writing and phonics took a dive, he couldn't read, would not do any work at home at all, and eventually I stopped fighting with him about it. I refused to spend my couple of hours in the evening with him getting stressed over reading and homework so we left it.
At home he was Gaining independence and becoming disruptive and belligerent S withdrew further from me, not only did I have to spend practically 90% of time with Lolly But Connie was poorly, with all her infections, she also had severe silent reflux, she got to the point where she would see the bottle and cry! She was in agony every time she fed. I went to the doctors and got her some special milk the same as what Lolly was on after trying all the other things they ask and it still didn't work, I worked out she was also lactose intolerant so I went back and got one that was lactose free. She started feeding again, and began to be a little happier, I had to eliminate all lactose and dAiry from her diet. She had a constant rash around her mouth.
So with all of this going on, I guess he had to fend a little for himself, he learned to make his own breakfast, get ready himself in the mornings and just sit there watching tv whilst I ran around like a headless chicken. I was still shouting, I didn't know what else to do. At this point it was a habit. I found it hard to lower my voice and be reasonable I was majorly stressed out. I had turned into that person who threatened to "call daddy" when the children were being naughty haha, I hate that! I always said id never do that, what's that proving? It's just proving to them that you know they don't respect you or listen to what you say. He used to listen once but not no more. I felt like he hated me, I desperately wanted I bring him back to me but I didn't know where to start! How do I do this? Where the hell am I going to find the time to make a child love me? Well I tried, and I tried and I tried to be a good mummy, to listen to him, show him attention but I just didn't have any patience or time or motivation! I was in catch 22, again every time I went to bed I swore I would be a better parent the next day, then I would spend all night up with Lola screaming for what I thought and was told was nothing or night terrors and when It was time to get up I was exhausted, and had to get Lola dressed, which took over half an hour, and the brush her teeth which took another half an hour, with lots of screaming and growling and lashing out. So again I had no time for Stan.
When S wanted to play with Lolly she just annoyed him and made him moan or hurt her, when she wanted to play with him he ignored her or wound her up. At this point they were
Both struggling for control. Not one of them wanted to give in! S was so stubborn to the point of even choosing to play on his own instead of with her. He would walk away find something to do on his own. It was a major problem. If he couldn't be in control then you couldn't play his games, it had to be his games, no one else was allowed to make something up or have any ideas. I was going out of my mind! What was going on. I was once the envy of other people. My children were so well behaved, when Lolly was a baby and S a toddler they were great I could go anywhere. I had visitors all the time. Not any more they were constant hard work. Will it ever get better? I certainly hoped so! PAH!