One of those weeks...

The baby's been sick all over himself and the carry cot again and I’ve just stood in a puddle of dog wee whilst trying to clean him up. Just another crazy week of #mumlife

My life is a million miles from what it was a mere 8 weeks ago and the last week and a half have pushed me further than I have been pushed for a very long time. But we’re all still standing (just about) and it’s almost Christmas! So I thought I’d pop in a quick blog post update!

We are almost 8 weeks into this roller coast ride and it’s been a huge learning curve. In just over a week I’ve combatted a pretty grim cold whilst looking after a little one. That little one then got the same cold and unfortunately by the end of the week had contracted bronchiolitis which meant we all spent Thursday, Friday and a big part of our weekend in and out of hospital with the poor little thing.

We’ve been through some shit this year, but nothing floored me quite like the site of them having to give Oscar a feeding tube.

Just as Oscar was over the worst of his illness and things were getting back on track the dog then needed rushing to the vets with suspected colitis (hence the puddle of wee) because she’d spent the whole night covering our kitchen floor in sick.

To top everything off we had my results appointment at the hospital on Tuesday and we were told that the biopsies from my most recent surgery still showed cancer cells and were not in fact benign as we had dared to hope for. Chemo now starts in early January, not March as we had planned. 

It’s fair to say that sleep has been in short supply and I don’t know what we’re re fueled by, because it certainly isn’t food, who has time for that anymore!? Instead you’re filled with a crazy mix of adrenaline and delirium that just keeps you going. NO MATTER WHAT!

It’d be so easy for me to turn this into a post about ‘poor old us’ or ‘why me?’ but I’m still very much of the attitude ‘why not me/us!’

Non of these incidents are remotely linked and life really isn’t ‘out to get us’. This is just a series of unfortunate events that could have happened to any one, at any time. I think that getting rid of the victim mentality helps me a lot when it comes to maintaining a positive outlook and helping me cope better, whatever the situation, that and a shit load of wine! And on that super cheesy note I think I’ll end it there and go and make a start on the Christmas gin and raid the fancy food stash!

Merry Christmas,

Katie xxx