Babies, babies, babies!

Time for a quick update methinks. Well, daughter #2 had her baby. We all thought she was going to be in the Guinness Book of Records for being pregnant for 5 years but no! After 45 hours of labour and a caesarian section, she finally gave birth. And I was there throughout. What an experience I must say!
Daughter #2 has been in and out of hospital/intensive care more times than I can shake a stick in a lifetime, so I'm quite used to her being in pain. Not that I like it! As any parent with an ill child will tell you, it's soul destroying to watch any child, but particularly your child, in any pain. So by the time she was having contractions, I was emotionally ready to help her through it all. And I did. Until she was rushed to theatre. I tagged along as the birthing partner, to reassure her that everything was fine. I was coping well behind the screen, sitting at her head until I caught sight of the cot. I saw my grandson being resuscitated but as daughter #2 was well behind the screen and zonked out on morphine, she had no clue as to what I was witnessing. Anyway, I was watching with baited breath while trying to keep an expressionless face for my daughter. It was one of the most difficult things I've ever done in my life. And I wish never to repeat it.
Mother and baby are both well and under my wing now. How proud am I? 

Laters. x

Grandmother in Training

Well!. For you people not in the know, I am now a grandmother. I know, I know, I'm way too young Aww shucks, you're too kind etc. But yes, I am a grandmother. My baby...daughter #2 had a baby boy. Yes, I know, she couldn't have an adult boy, all you smart asses! As a granny, I am in my element. I can spoil this child (even more than my own) and not have to deal with the consequences. Does the word 'Karma' not mean 'Grandparent' somewhere in the world? If not, it does in my own wee world. Through all the problems that my daughter has to face, bringing up her son will be the hardest of them all. I take my proverbial hat off to her because it's the toughest job in the world with delayed thanks. The thanks rests in the grandparents heart and only they know it's there.
Laters xx

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On a downer tonight. Don't really know why. Could be several things, so let's go through them and see!....

1. Daughter #2 had a false labour last night. Boo. We all want a new baby right?!
2. Daughter #1 really did buy her own house and IS moving out! (Woohoo, no cats)
3. I'll be on my own for the first time in 25 years. Meep!
4. I haven't spoken to my mother in 3 months. But to be fair, she hasn't spoken to me either!
5. My job sucks.
6. I'm on a general downer.
7. All of the above.
Get voting now!

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True Friends

So, tonight I threw a baby shower for my baby. (baby shower? We're getting so American[ised]) My regular readers will know that I will be a Grandmother in 5 weeks. Hence the shower.
Eight people told me they would be attending for definite. Those 8 people didn't turn up .
So, it was a quiet shower but entertaining, regardless. The people that came made the whole night and just as I was getting my faith back in humanity again...it was shot down in fabulous flames!
For those people that did make it, You are true friends. For the rest of you....sayonara!

Laters x

Getting Old

So. It is my birthday today and the last of my chicklets has gone and grown up and got herself a mortgage. When did she grow up? And more to the point, who gave her permission??
Okay, okay, I feel old. Fine! I'm getting old. When daughter #2 left the nest, I was devastated. I mean overwrought, lost appetite, pull the duvet over the head and never speak to anyone again type devastated. And I was never as close to her as I am to #1 daughter. #1 Daughter and I share everything. And yes, I do mean everything. How can I possibly let someone else take over? I nurtured her. I've seen her bits! (albeit she was months old) But I still know her more than anyone!
Life is cruel that way. We go through all the pain of having kids and raising them just to have someone snatch them away.
In all seriousness, I wish her and her partner (#1 soninlaw?) all the best for their future as they seem to have their heads screwed on the right way. And it also proves I done something right.
Kids eh?! Who'd have 'em?!?!

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Kids.

Quick update tonight.
#2 daughter was offered a flat about 15 miles from me. Myself and daughter#1 tried to talk her out of taking it. But, being the rebel she is, daughter #2 accepted it. So, she's now 15 miles or so, away from me. The thing is, she called today to say she was breathless, (she's acute asthmatic) and there was nothing I could do. Well, I could've paid £20 for a taxi to get her to me but I refused. Why should I? I tried to tell her it was a bad move and she didn't listen. Am I a bad parent for doing so? Or should I stand my ground and let her lie in the bed she made? Why didn't I  give birth to THAT handbook? My kids will be the death of me. But I guess they give me something other than work to worry about!
On a lighter note, I'm off to a 30th birthday party next Saturday. Will I meet the man of my dreams? Will he want a toothless me? Watch this space.

Laters. xx

Empty Nest Syndrome

Well, post hospital, here I stand. Back at work, somewhat toothless and dentist(less) as I still have an infected gum. Back to the doc. I go.
Enough about my oral problems for the moment though. I have bigger issues! Life seems to be interfering with my cosy existence. #1 daughter has just gotten herself a mortgage! When did she grow up????
I was not aware of this but apparently, she alerted me to the fact that she's not my little girl anymore! Have I immersed myself in my work that much?!
Well, no. I just blindly refuse to believe, like any mother, that my daughter doesn't need me anymore. #1 daughter explicitly retorted that she didn't get a life because she doesn't need me anymore but in fact, she has actually grown up and will always need me no matter what.
I believe it's called 'empty nest syndrome'. Phew! it has a name! And here was me thinking I was the only one to go through it!
Anyway, apparently, it's 'normal' and I should be happy that I raised such a well adjusted child.
Yes! I'm happy! My child is so well adjusted! I'm so happy! That happy that I believe I should keep her! I done all the hard work, why should someone else reap the benefits?!
Seriously, (she's mine!) I wish her and her partner all the love in the world. (and trust me, they don't need anymore love) to build a life for themselves.
and on that note, I bid you goodnight.

Laters. xx