Hello everyone! Tis Patrick here again... I've snuck onto the computer while dad is snoozing....
Anyway, it has been a few days since anyone updated the blog so I thought I'd fill you in on what's been going on (everyone has been really busy here!).
So, firstly... Mum hasn't been feeling the best. She got those pains again (the one's she first got when she visited Adelaide and I was still inside and only 12 weeks) on Friday and finally dad got to take her to the hospital. The doctors gave her some medicine and took some pictures of her insides - you'll never guess what they found.... They found some kidneys, a liver, a pancreas, her gall bladder and some gall stones. The doctors said this was not good and she'd have to see a surgeon on Sunday. We finally went home and mum got some rest - she was very tired and dad spent some time making his next aeroplane. Well, that was an exciting day for a Friday - wonder what we'd do the next day hey?
Well, we all got up quite early on Saturday looking to make the most of rest of the weekend together but mum wasn't feeling too good again. She tried to fix it with some medicine at home but she was still very sore and upset. So in the afternoon, we all went back to the hospital to see the nice doctors and nurses again. The doctor saw mum and was not very happy - he said they'd have to operate straight away as these gall stone things were blocking some ducts (if only I understood what was going on... all I know is that mum stopped feeding me because of the medicine they gave her - well at least I had a good feed before we went to the hospital and my tummy was full!). Now, dad started to look a little worried at this point (he gets a bit funny when mum or I am not very happy) and we said goodbye to mum for a little while so she could go and have the operation. Now this is when things got interesting..... Dad and I (without mum) went for a drive - this has NEVER happened before (mum likes to keep me real close to her, I think). First, off to the bank to get some money... now we were cashed up, we were off to the shops. Now, I'm not too sure what dad was up to but I don't think he had a clue himself. He stood there in this isle pacing up and down looking at all these tins. What are these tins? Why can't he just pick one? What's wrong with him??? He finally made up his mind (twice) and off we went with our tin. Dad and I then got home and man was I hungry. This seemed to get dad a little worried again and he was pottering around in the kitchen. What's he doing and what am I going to drink??? Finally, after a tear from me and a few from him, he runs out of the kitchen with this bottle in his hands - he's looks pretty impressed with himself (damned if I know why....) and thinks he's going to feed me. What? A bottle? Hmmm, not too sure about this? Does he really know what he's doing - I don't think so....
Well, that wasn't too bad. Not the same as mum but not too bad. If this is what it's going to be like, he better get used to making these bottles quicker or I'm going to raise hell on him. We went back to the hospital to take mum some clothes and see how she was. She was a bit dopey and she still wouldn't feed me but that's ok, dad brought another one of those bottles (between you and me - he might be getting the hang of this you know...). We spent some time with mum and then said goodbye to go home. Dad and I spent the night at home and got some sleep. We had a feed at 1 and then again at 5 in the morning (dad looks a bit funny in the wee hours of the morning - he walks funny too!).
Sunday - the start of a new week - but hold on... where's mum??? Oh ooooh... dad is going to try and give me a bath. Now you see, I like baths (I get a bit cold but I do like my baths). But, I think I'm going to make this a little more interesting for dad... let's see what happens if I wriggle like there's no tomorrow.... (dad - bathing a baby is like trying to bath an octopus!!!). Well, now that was fun - you should have seen dad's face. Now, oh damn.... you've got to be kidding... mum??? What were you thinking? You've let me with dad to dress me? I hope he get's this colour coordination thing you've got going right? Well done Dad - safe bet too - Classic White (white underclothes, white suit and white socks - how can we go wrong???). Well that's it, bags are packed - let's hit the road. First stop - The Dubai World Trade Centre site. Dad has a quick meeting and we get to show off. Now, off to see mum. Mum's doing ok. Now, off to dad's work. Wow, look at all these people again. Back to see mum before her second operation (this one to remove her gall bladder). Back to work with dad for a while (man, he really needs to clean that desk of his!). The afternoon we spent with mum after her operation, then back to dad's office for another meeting. Then, back to see mum before we went home. We got home and dad fed me another one of those bottle so I thought I'd keep life interesting for him - this time instead of only taking say 60ml of the bottle, I guzzled 120ml of it - then, the interesting part - I proceed to projectile vomit half of it back up (first on my chair and blanket, then on the lounge) - man you should see dad run when I do that - it is SOOOO funny.
Well, night nights... I'm off to bed (I think I'll try and give dad a run for his money tonight and not go to sleep straight away.....).
Bye bye.... Patrick.
Anyway, it has been a few days since anyone updated the blog so I thought I'd fill you in on what's been going on (everyone has been really busy here!).
So, firstly... Mum hasn't been feeling the best. She got those pains again (the one's she first got when she visited Adelaide and I was still inside and only 12 weeks) on Friday and finally dad got to take her to the hospital. The doctors gave her some medicine and took some pictures of her insides - you'll never guess what they found.... They found some kidneys, a liver, a pancreas, her gall bladder and some gall stones. The doctors said this was not good and she'd have to see a surgeon on Sunday. We finally went home and mum got some rest - she was very tired and dad spent some time making his next aeroplane. Well, that was an exciting day for a Friday - wonder what we'd do the next day hey?
Well, we all got up quite early on Saturday looking to make the most of rest of the weekend together but mum wasn't feeling too good again. She tried to fix it with some medicine at home but she was still very sore and upset. So in the afternoon, we all went back to the hospital to see the nice doctors and nurses again. The doctor saw mum and was not very happy - he said they'd have to operate straight away as these gall stone things were blocking some ducts (if only I understood what was going on... all I know is that mum stopped feeding me because of the medicine they gave her - well at least I had a good feed before we went to the hospital and my tummy was full!). Now, dad started to look a little worried at this point (he gets a bit funny when mum or I am not very happy) and we said goodbye to mum for a little while so she could go and have the operation. Now this is when things got interesting..... Dad and I (without mum) went for a drive - this has NEVER happened before (mum likes to keep me real close to her, I think). First, off to the bank to get some money... now we were cashed up, we were off to the shops. Now, I'm not too sure what dad was up to but I don't think he had a clue himself. He stood there in this isle pacing up and down looking at all these tins. What are these tins? Why can't he just pick one? What's wrong with him??? He finally made up his mind (twice) and off we went with our tin. Dad and I then got home and man was I hungry. This seemed to get dad a little worried again and he was pottering around in the kitchen. What's he doing and what am I going to drink??? Finally, after a tear from me and a few from him, he runs out of the kitchen with this bottle in his hands - he's looks pretty impressed with himself (damned if I know why....) and thinks he's going to feed me. What? A bottle? Hmmm, not too sure about this? Does he really know what he's doing - I don't think so....
Well, that wasn't too bad. Not the same as mum but not too bad. If this is what it's going to be like, he better get used to making these bottles quicker or I'm going to raise hell on him. We went back to the hospital to take mum some clothes and see how she was. She was a bit dopey and she still wouldn't feed me but that's ok, dad brought another one of those bottles (between you and me - he might be getting the hang of this you know...). We spent some time with mum and then said goodbye to go home. Dad and I spent the night at home and got some sleep. We had a feed at 1 and then again at 5 in the morning (dad looks a bit funny in the wee hours of the morning - he walks funny too!).
Sunday - the start of a new week - but hold on... where's mum??? Oh ooooh... dad is going to try and give me a bath. Now you see, I like baths (I get a bit cold but I do like my baths). But, I think I'm going to make this a little more interesting for dad... let's see what happens if I wriggle like there's no tomorrow.... (dad - bathing a baby is like trying to bath an octopus!!!). Well, now that was fun - you should have seen dad's face. Now, oh damn.... you've got to be kidding... mum??? What were you thinking? You've let me with dad to dress me? I hope he get's this colour coordination thing you've got going right? Well done Dad - safe bet too - Classic White (white underclothes, white suit and white socks - how can we go wrong???). Well that's it, bags are packed - let's hit the road. First stop - The Dubai World Trade Centre site. Dad has a quick meeting and we get to show off. Now, off to see mum. Mum's doing ok. Now, off to dad's work. Wow, look at all these people again. Back to see mum before her second operation (this one to remove her gall bladder). Back to work with dad for a while (man, he really needs to clean that desk of his!). The afternoon we spent with mum after her operation, then back to dad's office for another meeting. Then, back to see mum before we went home. We got home and dad fed me another one of those bottle so I thought I'd keep life interesting for him - this time instead of only taking say 60ml of the bottle, I guzzled 120ml of it - then, the interesting part - I proceed to projectile vomit half of it back up (first on my chair and blanket, then on the lounge) - man you should see dad run when I do that - it is SOOOO funny.
Well, night nights... I'm off to bed (I think I'll try and give dad a run for his money tonight and not go to sleep straight away.....).
Bye bye.... Patrick.
2 comments:
Wow Dad, You are certainly a busy man. Get well soon Mum.
Love Kalee and Ben
More pics Dad!!
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