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I am not afraid to say what most are and i may offend some, but at the end of the day i assure you, if you are also truthful, that you would have been in many a mind states and situations as myself as a mother.
so before you take the time to judge, take the time to smile!!, and try and see the glass as half full.
So let me begin by introducing myself, i am Cindy, a mother of one daughter who is the delicate age of three and a half going on thirteen.
I am a 33 yr old, happily married woman whom started my family late (my daughter was IVF) and i now find myself as a happily fulfilled human spirit who has a life busier than it has ever been, more chaotic than ever planned and and almost a comedy of errors in the parenting side of things.
My daughter, Mollie, or Moo as she affectionately named, was born prem at 34 weeks gestation, apart from a few feeding problems, she was healthy and beautiful, slept well at the hospital and all the staff were in orr of her, she came home two weeks after birth.
she was home...YAYYY..., until...... the minute we took her home from the hospital..... things went bad!.... why wasnt she sleeeeeepingggggg!!!, why was she always feeeedddingggggg!!.....cryyyyingggg!!! AAAGGGHHHHHHHH....
i think you get the picture!.
anyway..... months the no sleep and constant feeding continued and for months the only thing that got me thru to the next week was the praise that all of my friends and the local health nurse was giving me telling me that i was doing a fantastic job!!, i was??...who knew!...hu!.
But after a while it became too draining, this little beauty of mine was sucking everything that i had out of me....and my boobs!, so i packed my pride in my nappy bag and headed off to the dr.
as i look back now it all seems so surreal, i can't believe how far i have come with her and most importantly, we are both ALIVE!, as i sit here on the bench seat in the back yard with my coffee going cold beside me and watching moo terrorise the dogs, eat dirt, digging up the garden, pouring hand fulls of granite stone in my shoes and try to explain to her why she doesn't need a jumper on a 30 degree day, i realise that everything i have done has moulded this little girl (and me) into the people we are today, and i believe that we are indeed, not to shabby in society's eyes....so for that, i give myself an applause.So, jumping off track there for a bit, what did the dr say you ask?, well, a referral for a sleeping school was organised and off to tweedle i went with my tail between my legs ready to be ordered into submission y the "sleep specialists", i enter the world (hospital/nursing home style set up) and sit around in a circle of other mums, announce my name and my daughters and give a brief description of why we were here..."Hi, im Cindy, this is Moo, and this is a sleep school if i'm not mistaken so i guess i'm here for ummm....well...sleep!Hu!", following this what i thought was a humorous and sleep deprived introduction of myself and my daughter was the sound of crickets chirping......lovely!.
So after a week of sleep school and the meeting of a lovely girl named kirsty whom is still my fried to this day (she was the only one that got my sense of rude humour) i went home with no hope of improvement in sight, so, my Dr organised a sleep specialist to do home visits, this was a comedy of errors also as the woman was terminated from her position as she was claiming to be at work when infact she was sitting home watching Dr.phil...i love Dr.phil too but COME ONNNNN!!!!!.
So...back to the Dr, then a referral for a specialist, then a blood test, then a brain scan and WULLAAAAAHHH!!!!....a diagnosis of Melatonin Deficiency !, something that could be fixed with 1ml of melatonin replacement, a sigh of relief and bottle of magic potion and i was off home and a healthy sleeping pattern arose :)
So this is the introduction to the life as i call stumbling parenting, oh dont be disheartened!, thats not all of the excitement over!, no, no, no....i don't get off that light!, there is a introduction part two coming, but at the moment i have to de stone my shoes and make moo some lunch, so it will have to wait for the next rare half an hr i get to myself!
