Well first of all, I hope you all had the happiest Mother's day ever. I couldn't quite get used to the fact that it would be my first either, but I got more and more excited and the day was better than Christmas cos it was all mine and it was fantastic!!! My DH is so damn special, I think I'll keep him. Morning after morning when I thought he was up working on his thesis, he was plotting and planning on the computer making me a book from Jazzy. Then it arrived in the mail and he had to stop himself form showing it to me early. Oh, it's so beautiful, from birth to her first 5 months in words told by Jasmine. It's absolutely awesome and it's going to take some beating for Father's day...damn he's too organised. Meanwhile, I managed only to get my Mum a card made online and still plodding away on a calendar....ahh to have time! And while I'm bragging, then I had yummy smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on turkish bread with garden fresh salad (and the good tea set Grub ) and later in the morning we went to check out a gorgeous surf beach with white talcum soft sand and that was devine until we dipped Jazz in for her first little splash and a huge mumma of a wave drenched her in freezing water. Ooops, DH felt soooo bad as we were only doing it for a photo moment to compare to our former Daintree photos. Off with the clothes and bundled into DHs yummy hoodie and all was forgiven. When we got home, we all had lunch and a sleep in bed together. Bliss Perfection. sorry to boast but I'm the girl that has to sit back when other girls are running down their men for being slack at everything (housework as well) and have nothing to contribute cos I got a goodin and I won't settle for less anyway.
As for how I have been travelling. Oh gawd, too much to tell, too much going on with the surgery saga and the will she or won't she? It's taken over my life, which I didn't want to happen but now I know it has to happen in order to really get on top of things and do everything I can for Jasmine ito have the best opportunities to develop normally. So life, apart from the amazing time I'm having with my 6 month old who is talking up a storm, sitting up, rolling over, laughing, smiling, eating solids and filling every crevice of my world with love and fascination (and mushy banana), is a tad bit busy. I've become one of those people...oh dear a child's advocate, knocking on all doors to find solutions. I am really having a few wins but still don't have all my ducks lined up. I have found a foundation who want to provide support with travel and I have an amazing bloke who is doing a lot of legal work to overturn my health fund's decision to not cover us. He's a ball breaker and I reckon he will win. It's not a legal challenge, it's just a company CEO with a lot of nouse and experience in negotiating. He has already done so much for us just to get us on the program in Melbourne, let alone everything he is trying to do. He has also got our surgery costs donated and is now looking for another $52 000 and we will be good to go. I haven't felt worhty of your praise when you've told me I'm brave, but I guess now I am starting to accept that it is taking its toll. Sorry Grub, but I finally cried. I decided to throw my hands up in the air and tell the world to get stuffed, and had a big exhausted cry, you now the type where you are not just crying for this situation, but for the IVF and the bloody hard time you've had...yep, an all out pity party. But Jazzy was watching and she was so confused as she has never seen me cry so she just tried to crack me up laughing and she succeeded. Yep, that did it. "don't waste another minute being unhappy Mum cos I am so damn happy and I dont know any better", was her attitude. So we just had a big old cuddle and got on with it and I decided to just go hard at trying to get the surgery early but not get too upset if we have to wait and there is a bit of developmental delay. It fully sucks if it doens't go ahead and I considered moving interstate blah blah blah, but we'll get there. We have really good people trying to help us.
So, yep. I have been hiding under a rock and will be there a bit I think. I haven't used facebook in a month, I haven't written to anyone back in the daintree, all the promises go out the window and it's just all about us at the moment until I gain a bit of momentum and then regain balance.
) and later in the morning we went to check out a gorgeous surf beach with white talcum soft sand and that was devine until we dipped Jazz in for her first little splash and a huge mumma of a wave drenched her in freezing water. Ooops, DH felt soooo bad as we were only doing it for a photo moment to compare to our former Daintree photos. Off with the clothes and bundled into DHs yummy hoodie and all was forgiven. When we got home, we all had lunch and a sleep in bed together. Bliss
Perfection. sorry to boast but I'm the girl that has to sit back when other girls are running down their men for being slack at everything (housework as well) and have nothing to contribute cos I got a goodin and I won't settle for less anyway
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), is a tad bit busy. I've become one of those people...oh dear a child's advocate, knocking on all doors to find solutions. I am really having a few wins but still don't have all my ducks lined up. I have found a foundation who want to provide support with travel and I have an amazing bloke who is doing a lot of legal work to overturn my health fund's decision to not cover us. He's a ball breaker and I reckon he will win. It's not a legal challenge, it's just a company CEO with a lot of nouse and experience in negotiating. He has already done so much for us just to get us on the program in Melbourne, let alone everything he is trying to do. He has also got our surgery costs donated and is now looking for another $52 000 and we will be good to go. I haven't felt worhty of your praise when you've told me I'm brave, but I guess now I am starting to accept that it is taking its toll. Sorry Grub, but I finally cried. I decided to throw my hands up in the air and tell the world to get stuffed, and had a big exhausted cry, you now the type where you are not just crying for this situation, but for the IVF and the bloody hard time you've had...yep, an all out pity party. But Jazzy was watching and she was so confused as she has never seen me cry so she just tried to crack me up laughing and she succeeded. Yep, that did it. "don't waste another minute being unhappy Mum cos I am so damn happy and I dont know any better", was her attitude. So we just had a big old cuddle and got on with it and I decided to just go hard at trying to get the surgery early but not get too upset if we have to wait and there is a bit of developmental delay. It fully sucks if it doens't go ahead and I considered moving interstate blah blah blah, but we'll get there. We have really good people trying to help us.
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