Double Jinx

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I was delighted and relieved that we made it through our annual winter ski trip this year without the need for any x-rays. The past three years have resulted in injuries to our kids. I actually gloated to my husband that our family had survived unscathed and that bad luck comes in threes, so we were out of the woods.

Yesterday, wanting to fill in some time, I decided to take my youngest two kids to the local ice skating rink. My fateful last words were ‘have fun, but don’t break anything!’ My daughter and son were having great fun racing each other and creating challenges for one another. They even participated in games organized by the ice skating rink staff. My greatest concern was that as a spectator my extremities might require amputation as I felt like frostbite had well and truly kicked in – I guess hypothermia is the price of keeping your kids entertained in the school holidays.

With ten minutes left in the session, my daughter fell and instinctively put her arm out to break her fall. She came off the ice in pain and declared she thought she had broken her arm.

I rushed her to the closest GP who after a 30 second inspection sent us to the local hospital for an x-ray. Lo and behold the x-ray confirmed our suspicions of a fracture and my daughter now has her arm in plaster for a few weeks.

I take full responsibility for tempting fate – not only did I jinx the situation by boasting that we had survived a year without an x-ray, but then to verbalise that my kids shouldn’t break any bones was too much. Fate is sitting back sniggering at my naivety that we were out of the woods.

Sometimes you wish you could wrap your kids in cotton wool, but experiences like this are going to happen regardless of how protective you are! Actually, to be honest, I think my daughter may be secretly happy to have her first cast, as she took no time at all to bust out the permanent marker so we could all sign it!

Image courtesy of praisaeng, freedigitalphotos.net

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Kate’s not alone

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There has been a lot of conflicting opinions about whether Kate, the Duchess of Cambridge, left hospital too soon after giving birth to little Princess Charlotte.

With my second child I left hospital after 20 hours. I just wanted to sleep in my own bed without listening to other babies crying and without the nurses chatter disturbing me. What I hadn’t counted on was that people took that to mean there was endless visiting hours at our home.

The night after giving birth to our daughter I had 26 visitors at my house at dinner time. I was exhausted and wanted time to rest and bond with my new baby. Instead I was hosting a party and ordering in copious amounts of pizza to feed the hordes.

Returning home also signified to my husband that I was back on board to care for our toddler and resume cooking and cleaning. I was exhausted and didn’t give myself a chance to heal and rest after what was a stressful experience for my body.

For the birth of my subsequent children I stayed in hospital for 3 days which meant I had allotted rest times, scheduled visiting hours, had time to stare at my beautiful baby without worrying about chores and best of all just had to tick a box on a sheet to order my meals.

While I truly understand Kate’s motivation to leave hospital immediately, having done it myself I wouldn’t choose to do it again. Having said that I’m sure Kate has nannies, chefs and cleaners so maybe returning home so early won’t be quite as exhausting for her.

There’s one thing I can tell you for sure is that I certainly didn’t look as glamourous as Kate when I left hospital with my newborn babies!