the waiting game.

Tomorrow our son, Henry, goes into hospital for an operation.

When he was just 3 months old Henry contracted Bacterial Meningitis (read about it and learn the signs & symptoms here…), which was horrific to put it mildly.

Thankfully, he came out of it the other side relatively unscathed.

However, at a routine post-Meningitis hearing check, the Audiology team discovered a hearing loss and, six tests later, that hearing loss isn’t getting any better.

So tomorrow, Henry heads into surgery to have grommets inserted.

Grommets are, for anyone that is wondering, very small tubes (like cotton reels) that help to drain away excess fluid building up in the middle ear.

Here’s a helpful handy diagram to show you exactly what I mean!*

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We’re hopeful that the grommets will drain away the fluid and that he will then pass his hearing tests – as the Audiology team believe that it’s the pressure of the fluid that is causing his hearing loss.

And, to be honest, that’s what I’m banking on – because otherwise, it’s likely that the Meningitis has damaged Henry’s hearing and so, if he doesn’t pass after the grommets have fallen out then we’ll need to consider hearing aids for him – and that, being completely honest, for some reason, makes me feel very uneasy.

Now, in my rational mind I know that this is a simple and straightforward procedure.

I know that he will be fine. That it’s routine and done hundreds of times a week. And that if, after it all he needs hearing aids then that is NOT a problem.

But yet I still feel like my world is spinning.

I feel sick. I’m worried. I’m nervous. I’m tired.

So, so tired.

Henry on the other hand, thankfully, is full of beans. He’s his usual belligerent self, shouting at his sister, raiding the fridge any chance he gets and stomping about the place wittering on to himself and anyone that will listen (and pretend to understand what he’s going on about!).

Tomorrow is unknown. I don’t have a clue what to expect. And I think that’s half of the problem.

I am, as you now know, a planner.

I’m strengthened by structure, and lists, and details.

Tomorrow makes me VERY nervous.

Once again, I’ll be on that ward.
The ward I had really hoped we’d never have to return to.

And once again, my baby will be handed off to someone else to take care of.

My control of the situation will be gone and, for a short time, so will my beautiful, smiley, happy son.

If you have any experience of this, or you can offer any pearls of wisdom to help me through then please feel free to comment.

Here’s to a quick and easy procedure, and to never having to go through this again!

But for now, we wait…

Speak soon,
K x

*Image supplied by afairgo.net

toilet trouble. 

I was supposed to be back to blogging. 

Remember? I wrote that whole post about why I’d been away and how I was back and it felt great…?? 

Yup. 

And then, one night last month, my phone fell rather unceremoniously from my back pocket into the TOILET! 

‘It’s fine!!’ I thought. It’s totally fine because I saw that advert that says it can last for 30 minutes underwater and nothing will be wrong with it. 

Except it’s not a Galaxy S7. 

So no, it is not alright. 

Typical. 
Within 2 minutes the phone ended up in, yep you’ve guessed it, a bag of rice. 

For days. 

And on the scorching hot radiator for days. 

And in the oven (someone at work did it and it helped their phone). 

But mine still didn’t work. 

So…there started my accidental digital detox. 

And whilst I wasn’t thrilled at first, I didn’t have cold sweats and I didn’t feel like it was the end of the world…so when the most ridiculous of sales assistants at the EE shop told me that I could “upgrade early for just £218 or wait for the free upgrade in March 2018!” I didn’t rage at him like I really felt I could be justified for doing (at point of sale I was told none of this information and therefore believed that, like with phone deals of old, I would be due an upgrade at the 1 year mark). 

Instead I just walked out of the shop and gave up on Instagram! 

Easy peasy! 

And I have to say that, while I didn’t have a phone at all I really didn’t miss it. 

I missed my WhatsApp messages from my friends. 

I missed the photos and videos of my children that I have lost because I was lazy and didn’t back up my phone often enough. 

I missed writing this blog. 

But I didn’t miss social media. 

I didn’t miss the nasty, horrible comments that I read on some lovely people’s feeds. People that are just having a laugh at life. People that are just being themselves and getting slated for it. Didn’t miss that at all. 

And now I have it back? I am using it less and loving it more. 

Appreciating the real world and the photos and videos that I take much more, because I’m taking less of them. If that makes sense!? 


So, whilst I don’t encourage dropping your phone in the loo…I would encourage you to have a digital detox. 

Go on. Put your phone down a bit more. I think you’ll love it! 

But whilst you’re still here, here’s a few more from whilst I was on radio silence and enjoying the good things in life…