My pelvis has given up the ghost.
It literally has turned around, and said 'you know what? you were the one who fell pregnant again despite the issues we had last pregnancy, and I'm fed up with being the only one working in this relationship.'
And I'm the one left to pick up the pieces. Or not, as the case may be.
I have constant, unrelenting pain in the bottom of my back, whether I'm sitting, standing or lying down. 95% of the time this pain also travels down my right leg every few seconds if there's any weight on my leg, meaning I walk with a limp and have to sit on one ass cheek. If I've been sitting down for a while and have to get up to walk, I look like a 90 year old as I can't fully straighten up and the limp is even worse.
I also have intermittant searing pain through my pubic bone which feels like someone is poking a hot needle through it. The more I walk, the worse the limp gets. If I go to baby group in the mornings, my limp is not too bad. If I also need to run errands in the afternoon, by the time it's that time when BB needs putting to bed, I look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame and I can't lift him without being in agony.
Now I have good days. Days when I can get everything done and at nighttime I am still mobile enough and in a reasonable amount of pain. By they are becoming few and far between.
My ten and a half hour shifts, of which I have to walk a lot and be on my feet, are becoming impossible. Three times I've had to leave early because the pain gets so intense I want to vomit, or I simply can't move. I went to my GP, who referred me for physio but I need him to sign me onto light duties and he won't. He's saying I need to keep active or it will get worse.
Er, yeah. I've got a fourteen month old too? He keeps me active enough.
So I go to my manager who offers four short shifts rather than three long ones. I can't do that because of childcare.
So she offers for me not to do late shifts. You think I want to work until 10pm? Those I also do because of childcare.
I tell her I need to do a job where I'm not on my feet all day...
And she tells me I need a letter from my GP.
Kill me now...
Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
13 Months on....
Baby Bear is growing up. *Cue welling eyes and wobbly voice*
I say this watching him climb onto my sofa, throw off alll off the pillows into a pile on the floor, stand up... and catapult himself onto the pillows before giggling for about ten minutes. He walks, runs, chatters endlessly and is very clear about what he wants.
For example....
The other morning I am roused from my bed by a chant of 'mum? mama? mama?' I open the door to his bedroom and am greeting with a great beaming smile to the chorus of 'peepo!' So he puts his arms up to be lifted out of the cot, and I stand him in the floor. He looks around for a second, before pointed to a stray dummy on the floor. 'doo-doo?' I pass it to him and he takes it happily, holding it in one hand. 'teddy?' teddy is also passed over. 'ta.' He grins, before walking off into the living room.
Oh dear. I think I have a bossy one.
He's just an absolute riot to watch! If he falls (which he does regularly) providing he hasn't hurt himself, it is followed by a shout of 'up!' If you ask if he is hungry, he shouts yes! before leading you to the kitchen. he also lifts my top, strokes my growing belly and says 'ahh, baby'.
However...
His tastes change daily. One day he will eat grapes, the next they are sucked quickly before throwing them on the floor. He loses interest in toast at least once a week. He refuses any sort of dried fruit (unless yoghurt or chocolate coated) he will eat weetabix but not porridge unless there is fruit and honey in it. And he very clearly tells me the word 'no' if he doesn't want to eat it.
Telling him no can result in meltdowns of fake crying, laying on the floor or stamping his feet. Pulling him away from something dangerous is like telling him the worold is ending. And taking the piece of fluffy toast out of his mouth that he'd found behind the highchair is like slapping him around the face.
He does know if he's eating somethign he shouldn't, as if i hold out my hand he will spit it out. Also, if he picks up somethign naughty, like my phone or the stones out of my fake fireplace, he runs over giggling to give them to me.
I look forward to watching him grow!
xxx
I say this watching him climb onto my sofa, throw off alll off the pillows into a pile on the floor, stand up... and catapult himself onto the pillows before giggling for about ten minutes. He walks, runs, chatters endlessly and is very clear about what he wants.
For example....
The other morning I am roused from my bed by a chant of 'mum? mama? mama?' I open the door to his bedroom and am greeting with a great beaming smile to the chorus of 'peepo!' So he puts his arms up to be lifted out of the cot, and I stand him in the floor. He looks around for a second, before pointed to a stray dummy on the floor. 'doo-doo?' I pass it to him and he takes it happily, holding it in one hand. 'teddy?' teddy is also passed over. 'ta.' He grins, before walking off into the living room.
Oh dear. I think I have a bossy one.
He's just an absolute riot to watch! If he falls (which he does regularly) providing he hasn't hurt himself, it is followed by a shout of 'up!' If you ask if he is hungry, he shouts yes! before leading you to the kitchen. he also lifts my top, strokes my growing belly and says 'ahh, baby'.
However...
His tastes change daily. One day he will eat grapes, the next they are sucked quickly before throwing them on the floor. He loses interest in toast at least once a week. He refuses any sort of dried fruit (unless yoghurt or chocolate coated) he will eat weetabix but not porridge unless there is fruit and honey in it. And he very clearly tells me the word 'no' if he doesn't want to eat it.
Telling him no can result in meltdowns of fake crying, laying on the floor or stamping his feet. Pulling him away from something dangerous is like telling him the worold is ending. And taking the piece of fluffy toast out of his mouth that he'd found behind the highchair is like slapping him around the face.
He does know if he's eating somethign he shouldn't, as if i hold out my hand he will spit it out. Also, if he picks up somethign naughty, like my phone or the stones out of my fake fireplace, he runs over giggling to give them to me.
I look forward to watching him grow!
xxx
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