tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17722390856171907002024-02-19T06:35:08.579+00:00Ramblings of a mum on the runA little bit of writing from a chatterbox working mumLorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-58438687191376681322012-04-02T20:20:00.000+01:002012-04-02T20:20:47.756+01:00Where has the Time Gone??????God I cant believe how long its been since I posted on this blog, July 2010, seems like forever ago, actually it is forever ago. So much has changed in my life since then, I have had a long blogging and twitter holiday, but today I felt like I needed to come and post something again.<br />
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I have talked before about wanting more kids and not being able to have any and over the last few weeks this has become a complete reality to me. On the 1st March I had to have a hysterectomy and that mean for me there really is no possibility of ever having any more little sprogglets. I am still of work at the moment recovering and getting to spend lots of time with my little Smurf who is growing like a weed and will be 6 in July ( I can hardly believe it).<br />
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What has surprised me the most since I had the surgery is that my longing for children rather than getting worse has gotten a lot easier to deal with, I think that before there was always that outside possibility that it just might happen and so that fed into my want, now that the possibility is no longer there I have found that I am suddenly much more able to deal with it, and not thinking about it constantly. This for me has been one o the up sides of the surgery, and believe me even though my consultant tells me there are loads of upsides I am struggling 4 weeks post op to find them, good job I have a good sense of humour.<br />
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I do think after my long holiday I am going to come back to blogging, I missed the friends I made there and the little bits of writing I got to do about me and smurf, as well as the slightly cathartic feeling that blogging gives you.<br />
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So that's me I'm Baackkkkkkk.<br />
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It seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital, brand new and dependant on us for everything, now he is so independent its sometimes scary, he now longer needs mummy or daddy to do so many things for him.<br />
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I am so proud of the happy, thoughtful and kind little boy he is becoming and the new things he learns everyday, but I must admit sometimes I long to hold that brand new little life in my arms again.<br />
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Two weeks ago I woke up feeling really awful, hot sweaty and with horrible pains in my tummy, lucky for me my other half happened to be at home and he suggested we take a quick trip to A & E, he was sure it sounded like my appendix. I was pretty sure the staff at A& E were going to be sick of the sight of me, since smurf had been there twice the week before with a broken wrist, but the pain was really so bad that I was willing to risk it. We dropped smurf off at my mums and drove to our local hospital, which was surprisingly empty at 6.30am, so we were seen pretty quickly.<br />
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The nurse asked a few questions had a feel at my tummy and then asked if there was a chance that I may be pregnant, and my answer was honestly no, I had no symptoms of pregnancy, no morning sickness, nothing , but she decided to take a test just to be on the safe side. When it came back positive I am not sure who was more surprised me or my other half but as she said the words I just knew instantly that there was something wrong. It didn't feel like it had when I was pregnant with smurf or when I had been pregnant before, I was worried immediately about the fact that I had been drinking a couple of times over the previous couple of weeks. The nurse was really lovely and tried to reassure us that it was probably nothing and that every pregnancy felt different,but she was going to send us to the early pregnancy unit so they could take some bloods for hormone levels and perhaps an internal scan (that really is as bad as it sounds).<br />
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In the unit we were seen by doctor who took some blood and also performed the internal scan, he was very straight forward and quite abrupt, said although my levels were up they were not as high as they should be with a normal pregnancy and he was really not able to see anything conclusive on the scan, he would get someone else to look at it later in the day and possible get me to come back the next morning for more bloods to check the hormone levels again. That was it we were sent home, still in a lot of pain, told to take paracetamols and rest.<br />
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Hubby and I went home and I went back to bed, unable to sleep as the pain really was pretty bad, we had probably been home about4 hours when the hospital called asking us to come back, which we did. My bloods were taken again and I was then seen by a <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">sonographer</span> who did another internal scan, she had only just started when she was able to confirm to us that there was an ectopic pregnancy there and that she would get a doctor to come and speak to us. At this point I did start to cry, I had been telling myself that there was something wrong, but when it was actually confirmed I just felt awful. I had not known I was pregnant but the moment I knew that I couldn't have the baby that I didn't even know was there I was devastated.<br />
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The doctor explained to us that I needed surgery and they needed to do it as soon as possible, I was actually in surgery within 3 hours, but by the time I got to theater the pregnancy had ruptured and it was a bit touch and go for a little while, I was pretty ill and in hospital for 4 days, which is why I haven't been around for a while.<br />
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I had previously resigned myself to not having anymore children because of a few problems I have, but in that little while between being told I was pregnant and being told that it was not a "viable pregnancy", I must admit I had started to hope a little bit to hold a tiny little baby again, I know its not to be but its amazing how much you can miss something you didn't even know you wanted.<br />
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I know I am lucky to have one beautiful, healthy child and I am thankful for that.<br />
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Its taken me a little while to be feeling up to blogging but I know getting this out will be good. I'm sorry I didn't get to make it to "<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">cybermummy</span>", I just didn't feel up to it, but I hope threes another and I get the chance to meet you all then.<br />
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If you suffer or have suffered and ectopic pregnancy The Ectopic Pregnancy Trust offer lots of help and information, you can find them here <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #404040; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://www.ectopic.org.uk/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #2a5a8a; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">www.ectopic.org.<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">uk</span></a>.</span>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-41585652832798477822010-06-10T13:20:00.000+01:002010-06-10T13:20:45.671+01:00Writing Workshop - A Poem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3b4EWdpxTHuk3RfzDuB6kxNdVPy3dPN2taV-m0ybNSkxQw2d-vdl7g9CRgla0_IjIR3qZJwrbF6uV86zbgD13kBpuRfmsmHhuQqMPnRpEMWg8tHM9PR0Pij1wuGQ98bS3H4bnpjl7R4Fl/s1600/Writing-Workshop-Badge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3b4EWdpxTHuk3RfzDuB6kxNdVPy3dPN2taV-m0ybNSkxQw2d-vdl7g9CRgla0_IjIR3qZJwrbF6uV86zbgD13kBpuRfmsmHhuQqMPnRpEMWg8tHM9PR0Pij1wuGQ98bS3H4bnpjl7R4Fl/s200/Writing-Workshop-Badge.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I am going to post this before I have the chance to change my mind, the last time I wrote any poetry was at junior school, and it was probably as terrible as this one is but hey ho the prompt spoke to me.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Go on over and see the other much more brilliant entries that have been posted by some brilliant <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">bloggers</span>.Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-32206877137895419982010-06-08T20:23:00.000+01:002010-06-08T20:23:23.400+01:00Lazy Morning Cuddles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I love lazy weekend mornings, because I work and my other half works away during the week, mornings are always a real rush for Smurf and I, we both have to be ready and out the door by 8.00am. I drop Smurf off at his grannies on my way to work and then I spend the next 5 hours dealing with HR issues.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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I love those special moments, when Smurf is still all sleepy and cuddly, when I can pretend that he is not growing like a weed and will soon not want the cuddles and kisses from his mummy and daddy.<br />
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Isn't it funny that before we moved into this house that we now live in, which was around January, Smurf would not sleep in his own bed for a whole night, and I <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" goog-spell-original="dispaired">despaired</span> about ever having a full nights sleep, now he quite happily sleeps all night in his own bed without complaint and I yearn for those sleepy cuddles...some people are never happy.!!Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-57135722797558712512010-06-03T20:36:00.000+01:002010-06-03T20:36:03.990+01:00A Late Gallery Entry - Still LifeThis week <a href="http://stickyfingers1.blogspot.com/2010/05/gallery-still-life.html">Tara gave us the prompt of "Still Life" for the gallery.</a><br />
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I am late this week. smurf and I have both been ill so my apologies for the delay. My entry is photos I took of some flower my other half bought me a few weeks ago, well technically I bought them I just used his money, anyway the colour was just so beautiful I found my camera just leaped into my hand and these are 2 of the results beautiful pink roses and tulips.<br />
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<i>"The theme is actually inspired by<a href="http://www.arewenearlythereyetmummy.com/so-i-slept-on-it-and-out-popped-my-pride/"> Laura at Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy</a> who wrote something that really touched me a few weeks ago and I want to 'celebrate' it through The Gallery.</i><br />
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<i>She wrote about photographs of her mum, who died when Laura was just 9.</i><br />
<i>For someone who has been voted in the Funnest Blog category of The <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">MADS</span>, she sure made me catch my breath with that post!</i><br />
<i>She wrote: "Luckily I have photos, quite a few in fact. I don’t just look at the photos, I pore over them I wonder what she was thinking, doing, wearing … just any glimpse of anything that makes me feel a bit closer to her.</i><br />
<i>Now that I am a mother they mean even more to me . . . "</i><br />
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<i>Well, I'm going someway to help redress that balance today.</i><br />
<i>Imagine in years to come, your children looking back over photographs of their childhood. Are you in it? Are you always behind the camera?</i><br />
<i>Our photographs are the story of our lives, and even if you aren't a parent you need to be in it.</i><br />
<i>I know many many people hate pictures of themselves - myself included - so if you don't want to post one to your blog just think about what I've said and start making that change.</i><br />
<i>And if you do want to put one on your blog, then GREAT.</i><br />
<i>Get creative, and show us all who you are.</i><br />
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<i>So, this week's theme is: Self portrait.</i>"<br />
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OK so there you go there is the explanation for our prompt, it really got me thinking, mainly because I never have my picture taken, I just don't, its against the rules, strictly forbidden. And this is because I hate looking at myself, for all different sorts of reasons, mainly I just am not happy with what I see and for this reason I assume that no one else will want to see it either, so I am always, always the one behind the camera.<br />
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But the prompt and the post that inspired it had me thinking about what smurf sees when he looks at me, I know he just sees his mummy, I think he either does not see the flaws I do or maybe they are just not relevant to him. So for that reason I took some self portraits today, I am not ready to put them on the photo shelf we have yet, but I fully intend to be in front of the camera a lot more, for no other reason than I want my son to have the memories to look back on of all the fun and love that we shared, when time has stolen the event those photos will mean it can never steal the memory.<br />
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So thanks to <a href="http://stickyfingers1.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Gallery">Tara</a> and <a href="http://www.arewenearlythereyetmummy.com/so-i-slept-on-it-and-out-popped-my-pride/">Laura</a> for showing me how selfish I was being and for giving me the opportunity to change it. <br />
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I cant wait to see the face behind the blog, go on over and have a look for yourself.<br />
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One of the things that I have found myself telling him off for this weekend is for not holding my hand when we are out somewhere and wanting to wander off, this drives me to distraction, I know he is trying to excerpt his Independence, but it terrifies me that he may get lost or wander away too far from me, and he is so sincere when he promises that he is going to hold my hand, and gullible fool that I am I always give him the benefit of the doubt and believe him, and every time he ends up saying "mummy I can walk by myself". Is it just a thing that toddlers go through or something that needs to be nipped in the bud, I really don't know. <br />
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Smurf is not a naughty child , he is generally really good, so it must just be that mummy had much less patience this weekend, hopefully the rest of the week will be better and we will have a much more moan free week.Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-33301370036941521922010-05-15T21:52:00.002+01:002010-05-15T21:55:49.589+01:00Plum Baby Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWSA-J4HAHcT-r6NcHxERRKvTwe2A9qY1u0NKhSmWy6h-QBGcwC9epeV3DF6ry-uXMSz2OzkypAl8IHANZGsMnfB-Kbh_P26QPlhWgx4Eszs-ZvuhVdS9cCsfGsFh3_KgrPE6PAc7HXxe/s1600/plum+logo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWSA-J4HAHcT-r6NcHxERRKvTwe2A9qY1u0NKhSmWy6h-QBGcwC9epeV3DF6ry-uXMSz2OzkypAl8IHANZGsMnfB-Kbh_P26QPlhWgx4Eszs-ZvuhVdS9cCsfGsFh3_KgrPE6PAc7HXxe/s200/plum+logo.gif" width="200" /></a></div><br />
The lovely people over at Plum-Baby asked me if Smurf and I would like to try out some of the snack foods they had developed recently. <br />
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Like many of you I thought that Plum only made foods for babies, so I was really surprised when they told me that they also made snacks and biscuits that would be suitable for Smurf.<br />
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The first snack we tried were the "Milky Moons" which are flavoured with Chamomile and Vanilla, I felt that these were a little hard and to be honest Smurf was not really taken with them, however it did not put him off trying the other snacks.<br />
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We tried also the "Spelt Fingers" with Apple and also with Pomegranate, these come in handy little packs of two, which make them great for popping in your bag when on the go. These went down much better with Smurf, especially the apple ones which were a firm favorite.<br />
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All in all I think these make a great slip in your bag smack for babies and toddlers, and if you would like to find out more about the range of products that Plum-Baby produce then there web site www.plum-baby.co.<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">uk</span> , has lots of information about their range and the heritage grains that they use in these super snacks.Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-57158024926723590342010-05-11T22:09:00.000+01:002010-05-11T22:09:27.347+01:00The Gallery - Men!!OK <a href="http://stickyfingers1.blogspot.com/2010/05/gallery-week-11.html">The Gallery</a> this week is all about the men in your life, quite an easy task for me since I am going to go down the obvious route and just go with pictures of my hubby, my smurf and my dad..and I might just throw in a little curve ball for good measure.<br />
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Smurf and his daddy enjoying an afternoons painting,<br />
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My dad and smurf, they are the best of friends, and have a liking for matching hats. My dads as great a grandad as he was a dad, Smurf is a lucky boy, he has a fab daddy too.<br />
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Can't wait to see everyone elses' men, hop on over to T<a href="http://stickyfingers1.blogspot.com/2010/05/gallery-week-11.html"><span class="goog-spellcheck-word">ara</span> at Sticky Fingers</a> and check it outLorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-66859789380998125312010-05-04T22:14:00.000+01:002010-05-04T22:14:28.638+01:00Is It The Same Child?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxLlCmjjKxpo2vnFpAdtxheIGqemmVUMdsyMn9U4NEx8q1QSONE-GTa8h13jnu26UTYA9AXMUmeJW3uw3Ko6b9Uy3Cxez-lczhB-oh4AlVTeQU6epFPzvM4W7kFbn_gdLwdiY48TTt2-n/s1600/DSC_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxLlCmjjKxpo2vnFpAdtxheIGqemmVUMdsyMn9U4NEx8q1QSONE-GTa8h13jnu26UTYA9AXMUmeJW3uw3Ko6b9Uy3Cxez-lczhB-oh4AlVTeQU6epFPzvM4W7kFbn_gdLwdiY48TTt2-n/s320/DSC_0515.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Today Mr. and myself went to a parent teacher conference at smurfs nursery, which he attends for 5 afternoon sessions a week, each one 2.5 hours long.<br />
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The teacher who is apparently smurfs "core" worker (whatever that means) proceeded to tell Mr and I about a child, and after 10 minutes I honestly thought she had got us mixed up with some other parents, the child she was describing bore absolutely no resemblance to the happy, confident little boy that I know, she actually went as far as describe my child as "verging on timid". It was very difficult to get a ward in edge ways with 'core worker' as she was talking twenty to the dozen about this alien child, when we did finally manage to contribute to the conversation by telling her that it was very strange for us to hear this as the child that we know, is full of fun, imagination and a very individual independent personality, who does have a gentle temperament. 'Core workers' explanation for this was not the fact that she has only been at the nursery in question for 3 months or the fact that my child is only 3 years old, her explanation is that smurf is an only child, and apparently according to her beliefs only children always have issues. <br />
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I could see the steam practically start pouring from Mr's ears by this time and thought it best to draw the conversation to an end after telling her that we had no concerns about smurf or his development and that maybe we could review it again in a couple of months.<br />
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I left the nursery feeling like we had well and truly been castigated for dooming smurf to a life as an only child and that it was impacting on his emotional development, that and the fact that 'core worker' kept telling us that as mother of 3 boys she was well aware of how they could behave.<br />
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My confidence in the nursery has been knocked a little, which is a real shame because it is attached to a lovely village school and the other 2 teachers are lovely, and it seems to be full of well behaved polite children who always look like that are having fun when we drop smurf off and pick him up.<br />
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Because of the issues at work I am finding it hard not having Mr W home, I don't have him to whinge at or to take over some of the responsibilities with smurf just to give me a bit of time of.<br />
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So hurray for blogging and the power of twitterLorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-54762079726832331642010-04-28T12:59:00.000+01:002010-04-28T12:59:57.083+01:00The Gallery - PortraitsMy blog has been getting sadly neglected the last couple of week due to being super busy at work (poor excuse I know). However I always try to make time to stop by for <a href="http://stickyfingers1.blogspot.com/2010/04/gallery-portrait-of-friendship.html">The Gallery by the lovely Tara Cain at Sticky Fingers,</a> cause I just love it.<br />
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This week Tara gave us the theme of portraits, and being the self indulgent type of mother that I am and thinking, like we all do that my child is too cute for words, I have decided to go with a few shots of smurf at different stages of his 3 years.<br />
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I really wanted to go with the whole gamut of sins and get the whole 7 in there, but alas year end and month end falling in the same week at work put paid to that, so here for your delectation are a little trio of sins thanks mainly to smurf and a camera obsesed mother (thats me)<br />
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Pride - This sin is all mine, this is me with smurf just getting ready to leave grannies on his very first day of proper nursery.<br />
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Go on over to <a href="http://stickyfingers1.blogspot.com/2010/04/gallery-gluttony.html">The Gallery</a> and take a look at all the other entries for this week, and if you haven't already why dont you join in?Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-41890014495259162562010-04-14T22:51:00.000+01:002010-04-14T22:51:03.319+01:00Say Hello - Wave Goodbye<div><br />
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</div>I was pregnant, everyone in my family was very excited, this was a child they had never expected to see, I was not really one of those women who craved a child so my parent and grandparents had resigned themselves to not having a grandchild or great-granchild supplied by me and my other half, but here I was pregnant and everyone as so looking forward to meeting the bump when he finally made his appearance.<br />
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</div><div>My grandad was probably the most excited, a father of girls and the grandfather to girls he was practically vibrating with excitement at meeting his great grandson, he just could not wait. We were living in the midlands at the time and my grandparents were in Scotland but we would make frequent trips up to see them and they down to see us, they were both fit and healthy or so I thought. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So when I was 29 weeks pregnant we found out that my grandad had lung cancer, and my heart broke. In his usual style grandad took the whole thing in his stride and was determined that he was going to beat this and be fine, I only wished I was as optimistic. Perhaps it was my hormones and being pregnant but I felt a terrible sense of dread that my wonderful grandad was not going to get to meet my son.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We visited and grandad seemed to be okay for about 3 weeks after his diagnosis, he constantly talked about taking smurf fishing when he was old enough and sharing with him his love of carpentry and working with wood, taking him to football games and on seaside walks and we agreed with him that they would have great fun together doing all those things and more, but we knew by this time and I think maybe deep down he did too that it was going to be a miracle if any of that happened.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My grandad only lasted 7 weeks after his diagnosis, we held his funeral when I was 36 weeks pregnant and smurf and Grandad Phil never got to meet one another, they would have been great friends I am sure, and we often talk about how grandad would have reacted to things smurf does and I can actually picture them together if i close my eyes.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We did manage to say our goodbyes and he left me with a love of the countryside and football that I will pass on to smurf for him. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Although I had to say goodbye to a wonderful part of my life I got to say hello to another wonderful part too, I just wish they could have got to say hello to each other.</div><div><br />
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This week the prompt that Tara gave us is "Joy", I knew what picture i wanted to use straight away because the look on the faces of my two men just says joy to me...joy at being together and joy at what they are doing...they both love merry go rounds. So I give you "Joy"<br />
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I have really struggled with my entry this week, I mean ugly is subjective isn't it. The picture I have chosen is a picture like that...I find the subject ugly with a capital UG, but my husband and smurf would have one in the back garden as a pet if they could get away with it.<br />
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If you haven't checked out Josie's fab writing workshop yet, you really need to stop by and check out all the great entries that are there every week.<br />
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</div><div>But I don't , I stay, I wait for your crumbs, your careless throwaway specks of hope, the tiny fragments of who I thought you were, they are few and infrequent, but they keep me here, knowing I can't change you, but hoping I can change myself, hoping that finally your rejections will light the spark fuel the tiny ember curled up and hiding, the dry shell of the funny, vibrant, friendly girl I was.<br />
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I'm in there somewhere under all the rubble,under the wreckage off what I thought we had.<br />
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And soon I can feel it, your burning rejections will ignite the fragile shell of me and I 'll light up again.</div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458056492748230890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772239085617190700.post-68365770189085146042010-03-30T20:42:00.001+01:002010-03-30T20:45:43.986+01:00The Gallery - Outside My Front Door<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br />
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1. <a href="http://www.cheshiremum.co.uk/">Claire over at <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">cheshire</span> mum</a><br />
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