What’s your emergency?…

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

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Christmas past…

I miss the Christmas of the past. Selection boxes were a proper present and the only thing I wanted most in the whole world was a Furby (which I got). You’d have family members coming out of your ear holes there were so many. I remember sitting round that table looking up in awe of everyone being together, merry, full of love – or baileys (or both). 

Year after year of grandads war stories & him falling asleep after dinner clutching my new teddy, uncle stu telling us funny anecdotes or stories about who he was dating at the time, my lovely step dad laughing and drinking a JD and coke, mum and nan pottering around in the kitchen and dancing, my little brother playing with his toys and when she finally came into the world (when I was 16) my little sister being handed around the table like pass the parcel. 

Those days were my happy place. The thing I looked forward to every year. Fast forward the last 10 years and we’ve lost a lot. Grandad went first, followed by nan a year later. Mum and her brother subsequently had a falling out, each year our table decreasing by one. For a few years it was just us; Mum, Mark (my step dad) me, Little bro and sis and that was fine. Then my daughter came along 6 years ago, a brand new addition and another (high) chair around the table. 

Two years ago we were dealt the biggest blow yet. My stepdad Mark passed away after a long battle with MS. He was 52. The following Christmas was the hardest. I lost my Christmas spirit and I don’t think I’ve fully regained it yet. I know I’m lucky to still have my mum, brother, sister, daughter and now my partner and baby boy at the table, but I can’t help but feel a pang of sadness because the ones we’ve lost aren’t there. 

Christmas is not the same. It never will be, but now I get to see it through my beautiful babies eyes. Their nans, grandads, aunties, uncles, sisters, brothers, mums and dads. They’ll have those moments, hear those stories and I hope they cherish them because one day those people won’t be at the table, but your memories will stay with you always. Take lots of pictures, listen to every story, laugh and tell them you love them. Merry Christmas everyone x 


My brother and I in the 90’s 😱😂

Anxiety about my children’s safety…

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 

The wonderful Harrods grotto 2017…

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 

To donate, or not to donate…that is the question

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 💗 

Mamia Mia…

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 

A lot has changed…

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?!

 

It’s a very, very…mad world…

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 

The New year started with a bang…

And no…I don’t mean all the fireworks – my boiler literally exploded with a huge bang just as I was about to head out on New Year’s Eve drenching me…and my whole flat in about 4 inches of water! Needless to say I was not really in the party spirit after that. That’s kind of why I haven’t been on here for a while, that and a few other things I’ll tell you about soon. But the great news is…I’ve met a new guy – he’s lovely 💜 we’ve been together just over 4 months now, the time has flown by! 

Hope you’ve all been keeping well and all the mummies out there have had a wonderful Mother’s Day! I got some beautiful cards and flowers from Lulu and we rounded off the day with big cuddles on the sofa and a ‘dramatic reading’ of Love you forever (if you’re a friends fan you’ll know) it’s such a beautiful children’s book. 

I just wanted to check in and say I haven’t forgotten about you and (in the voice of good old Arnie) ‘I’ll be back!’ 😉 x