My Little Trooper

Hello Lovelies,

It has been 8 days since me last post, and I thought it had been TWO WEEKS! If that isn’t time travel well I don’t know what is. But thank goodness I haven’t lost a week.

I guess life has been hectic these past 8 days; first Zac had his 18-month immunisations. He was such a trooper. The doctor asked the nurse to come in so they could do both injections in each arm simultaneously. I distracted him with his favourite teddy Tidgy, whilst holding his arms down and still, and the doctor had blown some bubbles. Zac loves bubbles, he could have me blow them for hours if I would let him have that kind of power over me, what am I talking about he does have that kind of power over me, but really it’s just because my arms get tired.

Am I that unfit that blowing bubbles makes my arms tired, or does holding your arms up blowing bubbles for long periods of time hurt everyone?…

Anyway back to the double arm jab. Zac didn’t even flinch, or CRY. I couldn’t believe it, you might be thinking the distraction of bubbles helped, but I choose to believe that he would have been fine either way. Maybe this is because I have tried not to make a big deal about it, to try and not implant in his mind that needles are painful and bad. Just get in, get out, and it is nothing to even worry about, nothing to think about, what just happened? I was so impressed.

24hrs later was a different story. We had gone to visit my best friend for a catch up, and some much needed adult talk, plus a chance for our kids to play. When at 3pm Zac became very cuddly and sleepy. His temperature had spiked at 39.1(c) my friend had some baby Nurofen and after taking it it wasn’t long and Zac was ready to play again. We then visited his baby cousin; he is only 7 weeks younger, which is so nice that they will grow up together, hopefully as best buddies. We then went to stay at Grandma and Granddad’s place, as Zac has swimming over that side of town, and it is so much easier to stay with them, plus it is a wonderful chance for Zac to spend time with his Grandparents.

Zac’s temp continued to spike over 39 when the pain relief would wear off, so I alternated between Panadol and Nurofen, to give him longer lasting reprieve. Zac isn’t the greatest of sleepers, so I thought here we go we are going to be up all night, but he slept pretty well considering. I was questioning whether or not to take him swimming the following day, but it was his last lesson at Van Dyke’s because we are moving into our very first HOME as a family. More on that story another time.

We did go swimming, in fact a double class, as we had a make up lesson from a class he had previously missed due to my efforts of putting my back out when Zac decided to have a tumble down the stairs at his Grandparents, and I had rushed to his aid and hurt myself without even knowing it until the following day. Zac was fine by the way, just in case you were concerned that I had brushed of that.

He was very clingy and sooky in class, due to his fever, but we swam on. I thought the water would do him good to reduce his temp, but later discovered that the old fashioned method of reducing a fever in a tempered bath, can increase the fever due to the reduction of capillaries (don’t quote me on that) on the surface of the skin, so the heat is not as efficiently released. A fever is the body fighting off an infection, and it is actually a good sign that the body is doing what it is supposed to, and you don’t want to reduce the temperature right back to normal (just enough that they aren’t over heating and effecting the brain), or the body wont be able to get rid of the infection quickly, so could cause other problems. Fun facts we learn along the way.

Anyway his fever lasted for four days, no other symptoms, and the doctor had warned me of the possible side effects to his immunisations, so I wasn’t that concerned that he was gravely unwell. Plus he was happy to play during the day, and with pain relief you wouldn’t even know he was unwell. But because the instructions on the pain relief suggests seeing a doctor after 48hrs, we did just that, we got the National Home Doctors Service to come around in the night just to be safe (Super convenient for the Doc to come see you, who wants to wait in waiting room full of sick people anyway!), and Zac got the A O K. It wasn’t until the fever had passed the following day that he developed a rash all over his torso, and of cause this didn’t appear while the doctor was around. The day after that the rash was on his legs, but the older bumps and redness had started to calm down, so no panic alarms went off.

Zac has now recovered from his side effects, but his sleep hasn’t gotten any better, but I will dedicate that concept in its own post.

Since then we have been looking around at swimming pools near our new house, and it has gotten me excited about our next chapter in life in our very own house we can finally call home. I started packing Zac and my belongings from the in-laws place, which Zac loved because the old became new again, and there were toys he wanted to play with that he hadn’t seen in a while, even Tupperware that he kept taking out of boxes, my advice if at all possible is get someone to watch your toddler in another location it will reduce packing time dramatically. The next big job is going to be packing up my things from my parents place.

Stay tuned for the next episode in our epic journey.

Remember stay calm, don’t panic, and ask someone for help, you can’t be a super hero 24/7.

Thanks again for reading


Who I am – I am Mum



Hello Lovelies,

Let me introduce myself, my name is Christine, I am a full-time wife to Andrew and mum to Zac. It has taken me some time to make the decision to start a blog, out of fear of what will people think and say, having to hold back to not offend those dear and close to me, or even those who don’t know me, needing the time to be able to sit down and write something, and between the attention my little buddy (Zac our hilarious son) demands. Speaking of, he is demanding my affection now by giving me a false sense of security of kisses and cuddles and wanting to sit on my lap while I type this, and then turns into the skin pinching and twisting monster seeking the wrong kind of attention, so it is time to go for a walk, be back soon…

Aaaaaaaand we’re back.

It is hard to know where to start, I know what you are thinking ‘start from the beginning’ right? But here it is, I am actually making a start, it is extraordinary that I have put words to paper, well really get with the times – I have typed text on my keyboard, just give me a moment to celebrate a win…

Everyone knows a good way to tell a story starts in the present and goes back to the past, and finishes in the future.  So I have told you what we have been doing right now, so now I will tell you how I got to this moment of sharing our life journey with you.

To say that the past few years have been an emotional rollercoaster is an understatement, and without going into too much detail right now, or we will be here forever and I need to save some juicy content for other posts, I have done the three major events one may hope for in their own life story. I bought a house, I got married, I had a baby.

OooooooooCH! I just got head butted by my son into my cheekbone, and then he pinched my leg because he was upset that I was upset, and then he hit my other leg, and then proceeded to ball his eyes out because I gave him ‘the look’, trialling a new method, to let him know I wasn’t impressed and that it wasn’t a nice thing to do. I asked him why is he crying and it made him cry MORE, sometimes I just want to laugh at him, but I do hold back as I don’t want to encourage certain behaviour, or make him self conscious. If my phone wasn’t flat I would have filmed it to show you the hilarity of his actions even though it hurt like hell.

Anyway lets get back on track. So the three major life events are meant to be the happiest years of your life, but ours was filled with many trying times, in fact traumatic times, then throw the life changing privilege of becoming first time parents into the mix and you have got yourself a barrel of monkeys living on a sniff of an oily rag and no sleep. So the main objective of this blog is sharing my own raw personal accounts of the good, the bad, and the darn right ugly privilege of parenting, family, and life. I am not claiming to be an expert at anything, or being a perfect parent, or wife, I am still learning. Its really just trying to see the lighter side to my dramatic life, be able to give others, such as yourself, some strength, courage, and laughter, by relating to similar experiences, or adventures you are yet to encounter.

Please enjoy, remember to breathe, and keep moving forward.

Thanks for reading