~ Conversations With a 2 Year Old
What a week! On Saturday we were clearing a whole pile of rubbish into the skip bin from our building renovations. I stood on a plank of wood that had a nail in it and the nail went right through my shoe and right through my foot. I'm not that great with blood and I felt quite queasy once I realized what had happened. To cut a long story short, I landed up at the doctors for over an hour while they deliberated over what to give me with me being pregnant. I had a tetanus shot and a script for some antibiotics in case the wound became infected and only to fill the script if my foot became worse. It's not like you can take anything during pregnancy and they erred on the side of caution.
On top of that, the whole family has been sick with the flu. I've had my husband home from work and the kids really grumpy with their coughing and spluttering. It's so hard when you are sick, but there are kids to worry about and look after. It's not like mums are allowed to be sick. I've just wanted to curl up in bed and forget about everything else - but that wasn't possible. My cough has become so bad that it has kept me from sleeping and I'm now coughing up blood. So, landed up needing to go on antibiotics after all. I am also a little worried about it being swine flu and the dangers in that for pregnant women. It's not swine flu. Hadley was checked out a couple of days ago and if he doesn't have it, then the rest of us don't either. Still can't help being worried about what effect this all has on the developing and growing baby inside of me.
Morning sickness has also started but it is very mild much to my luck. I don't think I could handle being any sicker. I have been taking crackers to bed with me at night and having a couple if I wake in the night and another couple before getting out of bed in the morning. It seems to help a little and if I do that, I often don't land up vomiting. I never got morning sickness with the first two pregnancies, so this is a new experience for me and one that I'm not so fond of.
On a lighter note, I have been telling our 2 and a half year old daughter Evelyn about the baby in mummy's tummy. She has had me in fits of laughter. Here are a couple of our conversations:
Me: Evelyn, mummy has a baby growing in her tummy.
Evelyn: No, mummy, no baby.
Me: Yes, Evelyn, there is a baby in mummy's tummy.
Evelyn: Naughty mummy!
Me: Why is mummy naughty?
Evelyn: No eat babies mummy. Naughty.
(I mean - how else would a baby get in mummy's tummy in the eyes of a 2 year old?)
Me: Evelyn, do you want the baby to be a brother or a sister?
Evelyn: I wanna brother.
Me: You want the baby to be a boy?
Evelyn: No, girl.
Me: You want a sister then?
Evelyn: No, I want a girl brother.