… when the Terrible Tregenzas make their way into Taronga for the day! I don’t know who was watching who yesterday when we went to the zoo, we went to see the chimps and as I was standing there, with my wild brood of children, it suddenly occured to me that it was crazy taking the zoo to the zoo. I didn’t need to go all the way into Sydney to see the monkies’ antics, I could have stayed at home and just observed my own children for a few minutes!
Seriously though, we had a fantastic day. A special celebratory day, a rare field trip, in memory of our very special boy. The sunshine was gorgeous and the view was amazing. The kids had a lovely time, even the babies. We went to see the tigers. Everytime one of these massive beasts roamed past the window, Ivy yelled out ‘cat, CAT!!!!’ and because of all the exotic animal smells that were around, Noah was constantly questioning whether he had a ‘pppprooo?’ (poo in Noah language). We saw a porqupine, which Immy described as half wombat half echidna and Maddy thought looked like a wombat in a tutu! Lily loved the iguanas and the boys just enjoyed every single thing. Their eyes were bright and happy and clear, their smiles infectious. At 3:06pm, one of the girls started to quietly sing Happy Birthday to our angel boy and just as quietly, everyone joined in, including David. It was just one of those really memorable days and was well worth the effort.Maddy was right, William would have LOVED the zoo.
We got home very late and slept in this morning, which would have been ok, except that Ivy had to be at Newcastle Private at 9:15am for her grommets. Thankfully,a good friend, Tracey, had offered to mind Noah and the big kids all had school.
You know those people who come into your life at just the right time and are everything that you prayed for? Well, Tracey is one of those people. When I was floundering with PND and everything else that goes along with mothering babies, Tracey magically appeared. She was one of the girls’ friend’s mothers and I didn’t know her very well to begin with but we have become very good friends and I will be forever grateful that she came into my life when she did. I am very lucky that way. There are always good people coming into my life.
Anyway, we got there. Ivy was not a happy camper because she had been Nil By Mouth and had missed out on breakfast (God forbid that Ivy miss out on ANY kind of food but to miss out on brekkie is like missing out on Lotto, when you had the winning ticket, as far as Ivy is concerned)! She rallied well though when everyone started commenting on how cute she was and then when her mother had to put on a silly theatre hat, she was all smiles!
I did ask the anaesthetist to give her a long acting drug, to help her sleep for a long time. Sadly, he thought I was joking. Instead he gave her something which induced a kind of hyperactivity that I had never seen in a little girl. The recovery nurses, although lovely, could not get rid of her fast enough!!! She ran them ragged! Wouldn’t let them put the oxygen probe on her finger or toe and kept ripping all her name bands off, wriggling, dancing, swinging. Oh Ivy!
I have to say I was so impressed with the whole hospital experience. The doctor was nice, professional yet kind, the anaesthetist efficient. The nurses, lovely. There was none of the usual operating theatre pomp and circumstance. (Being a nurse/midwife, it really means something when you, as a parent, are treated well) The we are better than you mentality was just not there. Ivy went in dressed in her regular clothes, no scary gowns and when I went to recovery to be with her, I didn’t have to gown up. It made the whole surgery process alot easier and less overwhelming for the both of us, I think.
Now I just need to get rid of the kid’s terrible colds and asthma and all will be well. Noah is very wheezy still and all of the kids, yep, all seven, have had heavy head colds for the last week. I think I am thankful that the school holidays are rapidly approaching. We all need a break from routine.