Recently I’ve been teaching my six year old about what to do in an emergency. You hear these stories about the wonderful and brave children that have saved a parents, siblings or a friends life and although I hope she’s never in a situation where she has to do that – I want her to have an understanding of what to do if she is.
Firstly, I started off with 999 and told her if there was a fire, a burglar, someone was choking or hurt to call that number. She asked ‘How will I know who I need out of an ambulance, fire engine or a police officer?’ I said that someone would answer the phone and if you were unsure who you needed to just tell the operator what’s happened and they will send out whoever they think is most appropriate to deal with the situation you describe to them.
As many of us do, I have a password lock on my mobile phone and if I was unable or incapable of making the call she would have to do it. She knows my password but in a stressful situation she might forget it so I showed her how you can still make an emergency call on a locked I-phone.
Incase you were unaware, when you swipe to unlock your phone two options come up at the bottom corners, cancel or emergency. I told her to press on emergency and then (in an emergency) call 999. You can also set up your ‘Medical ID’ so if something had happened to you, a doctor or nurse etc would be able to contact whoever you had put as your emergency contact numbers and tell them where you were and if you were okay. You can also put down if you take any medications or are allergic to anything so they don’t give you any medication that could potentially do more harm than good.
I don’t know if six is too young to teach her this, I think you can gage for yourself whether you think your child is mature enough to know what you’re telling them and only use it in a life or death situation or whether they’ll start calling 999 every time you refuse to buy them a kinder egg while out shopping! But, in all seriousness I was trying to equip her with some potentially life saving knowledge as I know she can handle it.
I read recently that St John Ambulance are trying to get first aid taught to school children and I definitely think that should happen. You never know what’s around the corner and I think we should all be a bit more clued up on how to help people in any medical or emergency situation…You never know – it could just be your life they help save! x
Have you seen the gorgeous Melimelo bags? There’s one that resonated with me so much. The slogan on it was ‘All I ever wanted was everything’ and I am so guilty of this. But what do you class as everything? Is anyone ever truly happy and satisfied with what they have? It’s human nature – we always want more.
When I was younger I used to think when I have the perfect house, car, clothes,figure and designer handbags coming out of my ears…that’s when i’ll have ‘made it.’ Approaching 30, renting, covering my lumps and bumps in primark leggings and barely being able to afford a gingerbread house – let alone the dream house on rightmove, I see now that that, in fact was not ‘everything.’
Seeing people I love, fighting just to stay alive, to have one more sniff of a loved ones head. To get oxygen into their lungs. To hear I love you one more time. You realise that however lovely it would be to have the materialistic items – none of it means anything really. You wont want to hug your designer shoes when the end comes, you wont be flicking through photo albums of your top spec cars, reminiscing about how much money you’ve spent over the years. It will be the people that you shared your life with, the ones you gave life too and the friends along the way…that’s who you’ll want there, that is what matters. Money may be able to buy you a certain amount of happiness but it cant buy you life.
I am very lucky to have been able to of had two beautiful children that I love with every atom of my being, I have a wonderful partner, mother, siblings and friends. My children have their health and I have mine to be able to look after them and watch them grow – and that, to me…is in fact – MY EVERYTHING.
Okay, I’m just putting it out there. I envy those women who can give birth & be home for dinner all on the same day. I’ve always dreamed of having my little bundle, being checked over, maybe staying for a night at most then being discharged but that’s never been the case for me.
My first baby was almost two weeks late, I was due to be induced the following day when she decided she’d had enough of waiting. It was a long, long labour and even though it was my first time I knew something wasn’t quite right. When she did finally enter the world at 9.58pm on the 18th July 2011 she was 10lbs 4oz, had swallowed meconium she had done inside me (the first baby poo) and was very poorly because of it. She was whisked away and placed on a ventilator with tubes here there and everywhere, X-rayed, prodded and it was awful. I hadn’t felt listened too before the birth but I couldn’t fault the care she received after arriving. Yes she was a natural delivery. I know…ouch! She was kept in neo natal for a week, I was on the ward where all the mums and new babies go. Except I didn’t have mine next to me like everyone else. I saw mums come and go. I was kept awake but not by my baby. I had lovely visitors but I always felt that they left disappointed as they could only see me not the baby. But thankfully my gorgeous girl was fine and is now a wonderfully inquisitive six year old.
Fast forward five and a half years after her birth my second child was due. Because of the size of my firstborn I was having regular scans with my little man. I say little but all the way through he was measuring big. In all the scans he had been head down and raring to go, I thought this could be it the ‘perfect birth’ I’d dreamed of, water birth, whale music, home in time for eastenders – the whole shebang! Until the last scan when he decided he’d actually like to enter the world bum first. I was so upset, I tried to have him turned twice but the boy was not for turning and I had to face the reality that one of my biggest birthing fears was imminent – the C section! I was booked in for the 21st March and terrified. The day before C-day I’d done the school run, been to the hospital for blood tests, done some chores at home and for once managed to eat some lunch (I had such horrendous heartburn this pregnancy) when I got up and felt a pop. My waters had broken. I was not prepared, he wasn’t meant to be coming until the following day, I had to get my daughter from school shortly and more importantly I hadn’t shaved my legs in preparation for the arrival haha! Anyway he was ready so after a mad dash to the hospital I was gowned up, drugged up and cut up. My beautiful boy was here 4 days before his due date and weighing in at an impressive 11lbs 7oz. Anyone that says c-section is the easy option I can assure you it’s not. I’d rather give birth naturally any day – even to my ginormous offspring. Another week in hospital seeing people come and go but at least this time he was with me on the ward and he was healthy.
In summary it doesn’t matter how they get here so long as they’re okay and you’re okay. Every woman is different and every baby is different so it’s obvious that every birth is going to be different. It ain’t what you do it’s the way that you do it…and that’s what gets results 🎼🎤 You’ve got this ladies! X
I’ve not told anyone. I don’t quite fully understand it myself yet – but for the last few months I’ve been suffering with anxiety and panic attacks.I keep having feelings that something awful will happen to my children, like someone taking them, hurting them or hurting me when I’m with them on my own and I won’t be able to protect them. I’m not sure whether it’s because I have two of them now so I can’t give both my 100% attention at the exact same time? If you have eyes on one you’re not watching the other one and visa versa. It’s really annoying me, I know I’m being irrational but I don’t know what to do?! I’m fine with them on the school run but if we go shopping or (heavens forbid) the park I start to panic and get all flushed. Some days I’m absolutely fine & I’m okay if another adult is with us (my partner or my mum etc) but some days I can’t sleep properly and can’t get those thoughts out of my head no matter how hard I try.
It seems to get worse at certain times of the month, I looked it up and it’s actually a thing. PMS anxiety. Apparently we get a rapid increase in the hormone Cortisol when our periods are due, which is linked to anxiety. There are the usual tips online about keeping a stable, healthy diet, taking relaxing time for yourself and doing excercise to help but to be honest – I like eating cake, it’s raining outside (any excuse not to excercise) and who has time to relax with two young kids?! I know – I’m not helping myself.
I just feel like I want to wrap the children up safe, make indoors like Fort Knox and maybe get them gps micro chipped?! (I don’t think that’s a thing…but it should be!)
Has anyone else experienced this sort of anxiety and if so what did you do about it? You probably dealt with it in a much more adult way then me *gathers children and goes to play in the den under the dinner table until further notice*
I’m hoping these feelings will pass as quickly as they came but I’m not holding out much hope. X
We were lucky enough to get tickets to see Father Christmas at Harrods grotto this year. I have been a few times before and always found it a lovely experience – but this year was even better. We arrived a little bit earlier than our allotted time slot and were allowed straight through (this could be because we went on a quiet day) where we were greeted by Ginger the elf and his friends who pointed us in the direction of the comfy bean bags and sofas ready for the show to begin. The elves put on a funny little skit for the children with magic, silliness and really fully engaged all the children. I have a six year old and an eight month old who were both laughing their heads off. While seated I noticed all the children’s names where written on the blackboard (they had let through three families into the ‘waiting area’) and referred to the them by name which they loved! Once the show was finished they handed all the children a big gold coin and told us parents/carers that we could take pictures while we waited – which we did in front of their gorgeous tree.
Then after only a few minutes wait, one by one the families were called in to meet Santa and he did not disappoint! As soon as the door opened my daughters eyes widened with excitement. Santa was wonderful, he called her by her name without having to ask it first and also knew that she had started gymnastics this year (they ask for your children’s names, ages and something memorable that’s happened this year when you book online) he was brilliant, so patient and engaging with the children but also had a laugh with the parents aswell. We weren’t hurried at all. His lovely elf managed to get the baby’s attention long enough for us to get some great pictures that we’ll treasure forever and I was blown away by the presents they both received! They were handed a red Harrods bag with a gorgeous brown teddy bear inside, with Harrods embroided on the foot and a Harrods ribbon bow tie!
From memory I think the grotto had only cost £10 for all of us to go and them to both receive a gift which was more than worth it – you do have to be a Harrods reward card holder to be able to get tickets and have spent money instore in the last 12 months though. All in all we had a fabulous day and if you’re travelling with a buggy like us there are ample lifts to go from floor to floor and huge bathrooms with lots of baby changing space and a buggy park so you don’t have to take it in the grotto with you. I think I loved it more than the children and ‘santa’ certainly restored a bit of my Christmas spirit. If you can get tickets – it’s so worth it. I hope we manage to get some for next year…merry Christmas everyone. X
This week I signed the organ donation register and received my donor card. I’ve been meaning to do it for a long time & I’m not quite sure what stopped me. Maybe it was my own morbid anxieties about the thought of not being here anymore and a ridiculous thought I used to have. I thought they wouldn’t try as hard to save me as someone who wasn’t on the list (Crazy right?!) but becoming a mother and knowing that if my babies (God forbid) or I ever needed a transplant we would accept one gave me the kick up the a** I needed to get on the list. What good would they be to me once I’m gone? The only thing I was unsure about donating was my eyes but after speaking to my mum she made a very valid point that at least I’d still be able to see the world…every cloud eyy?!
I’m not trying to sway your decision by any means, it’s a very personal choice but if you are thinking about it – just do it. Someone very close to my heart is on that waiting list so I know how important donations are imagine leaving your legacy as a life saver 💗
My little man is 7 months now – I know, I can’t actually believe it, time flys by & I just wanted to write a post on something we have been using since day one, The Mamia products from Aldi. I have to admit when I had my first child – I was a bit of a pampers snob, nothing else would do but when I had Rocco someone brought us a pack of Mamia nappies so I thought we may aswell give them a go & we’ve not looked back. They hold a lot of liquid and I don’t need to worry for instance on a slightly longer car journey that he may have leaked out of it, they have been fab! We’ve since got the nappy bags and baby wipes which I love, I use them on everything; the baby, the car, my face – you get the gist lol! What I particularly love about the wipes is that the packet dispenses one at a time so when you’re up to your elbows in a poosplosion you don’t need to worry about picking them apart like other brands that all stick together and make the unpleasant task even harder to complete. They are so reasonable aswell – he’s on size 4 nappies now and I think we got a box of about 84 nappies for around £5 which is fantastic. So I just wanted to say if like me you’re a bit of a nappy snob – don’t be! x
So I’ve come to the realisation that I haven’t been a great blogger recently (or ever haha!) but I am determined to change that. Since I last checked in – I’ve had another baby.
Rocco is now a bouncing beautiful 3 month old and my oldest child Lulu will be SIX in 14 days. I am so lucky to have one of each, they are wonderful and I feel so blessed to be their mummy. He’s already sleeping through the night but is now getting teeth so all that might change soon *Yawn* He’s also already growing out of 3 – 6 month clothing, but he was 11lbs 7oz born – so what do you expect?!
Driving around Surrey today I was overwhelmed by the amount of police I saw. Whether they were on foot patrol or in vehicles – there was just so many. While it’s reassuring, I suppose, to see them – to me it was also a very sad sight and a prominent reminder of the danger we could all be in at any given moment.
There are so many natural diseases, disasters or accidents waiting to cut us down in our prime and I know firsthand how absolutely devastating that is after loosing my wonderful step dad Mark this year to Multiple sclerosis. He was 52. So please, let’s stop killing each other. Without trying to sound too much like Miss World, the older I’m getting the more I want world peace. I don’t want to be scared every time I go on a bus, train, plane or even just leave the house. Life is so short. So precious. Cherish it.
I never understand the people that say they don’t want to get old. If you were playing a computer game, reaching the highest level would make you the winner. It should be seen the same for age – I think it would be a wonderful prize to reach 80, 90, 100+ To see my babies have babies. Their babies have babies and so on. To see all these little humans arrive in to the world that wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for you. To see the world change, hopefully for the better and to see things through an older & more wiser set of eyes. You guys are the winners in this game called life a lot don’t even make it far past the starting post. Be proud. Be thankful – and tell me your secrets 😉 x