I have a secret

but cause its a secret, i'm not telling you what it is. But, It's exciting.

In other news work went to hell in a handbag yesterday afternoon with the removal of all extra hours in the team. Equally concerning was the removal of Saturday work - meaning penalty rates.

Effective immediately, i'm down $600 a fortnight in pay. Fan-Freaking-Tastic.

Telling Matt was not my favourite part of yesterday. Walking out of work sure was though!

Sometimes the simplest things are the most beautiful.

"Before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. Before you were here an hour, I would die for you. This is the miracle of love." -Maureen Hawkins

Really, what more needs to be said?


Quote taken from" http://invisibilityisasuperpower.blogspot.com/"

You Can't Un-Read Something

or so I've been told. Today, I realised how accurate that is.

I'm normally SO CAREFUL about the links i open on facebook. Due to lack of sleep for various reasons, today, on facebook, when i got a "group invitation", without even thinking i clicked on the link.

The horror that opened before my eyes won't leave my mind for a very long time.

I will not go into details. All i will say, is child abuse, must be stopped.

If i can stop crying about that poor child, i might manage to do some productive work today.

Why are there such monsters in this world.

Today i just felt

like blogging about me. Because, ya know, i hardly like ever talk about me here, on my blog. *Phtt*.

But regardless of my ego lift, i did feel the need to blog about myself here today. Its been a tough couple of weeks for us. We've had stuff with Lucy going on full tilt, and then I've had a few health issues as well, along with Matt falling (only two steps) down the stairs and throwing his back out again. Its been hectic.

Work has been chaos. I got yet another new line manager. She's awesome, and I'm very glad to see the back of my last TL, but she didn't leave easily. We had our reviews which i was not impressed with. I won't go into details yet, but I felt, and still feel, that she treated me very unfairly this review, which stressed me out to the max and set off a whole different set of complications for me the next day.

I felt stupid getting so upset over something work related after i promised myself i wouldn't let it bait me again. But then i thought about it more and realised I had a right to be upset and angry about my treatment. And then i went back to feeling stupid, because honestly, my old TL just got demoted. I assume due to poor performance. So now i have no doubt that she was trying to take me down with her. And I feel so stupid for giving her the knowledge that she got to me.

This post was meant to be cathartic. Its not. Not one little bit!

And I'm babbling, and I know it.

Its just feeling like nobody can HEAR me ya'know. I want someone, at work, to recognise that she was a lousy manager, that she stole credit for other peoples work, and to mostly acknowledge that they made a terrible mistake in putting her into the position, instead of covering their asses and making the rest of us put up with the lies and the incompetence.

We used to function perfectly well, then we met her.

Hearing that she was demoted was beautiful icing on the cake of her moving on. I wish i could say i wish her well right now, but honestly....

I just don't.

Its my blog

so i can write what i like, even this -even though i KNOW some of you really, well, you just don't want to know.

We have poo. Lots and lots of poo. And I'm so happy to see it.

Don't get me wrong I'm not some kind of freak, but for the first time in three weeks, my Lucy isn't complaining that her tummy hurts. She's not randomly dropping to the ground and crying in pain for a few minutes, before getting up, good as gold and going on her merry way again, before repeating the whole heartbreaking cycle a few minutes later.

Last night she slept. All night. Solidly. For 13 hours. She cried only once, and that was because her blankets were tangled around her feet and she was stuck. There was no screaming. There was no night-time "skid-marks" (yeah, she actually says that she has a "skid mark". Its hard not to laugh.) There was no delaying getting into bed.

TMI I know, but the poor child dropped a log that Matt claims he would have struggled with, and almost immediately asked to go to bed. This constipation gig has really been taking it out of her.

And today? She is like a new child! She's agreeable and we're already seeing improvements in her appetite. She asked for breakfast this morning. A first. Then she asked for yogurt and toast at lunch. Afternoon tea rolled around and she ate an entire banana, two tim tams and drank two cups of water. That's more than she ate in almost a week previously.

I'm going to go back to that hospital with a massive bunch of flowers and there is a pretty good chance i might will kiss the paediatrician who FINALLY listened to our concerns and helped us find an answer.

I never in a million years thought i would get excited to see a stinky poo.

Diagnosis - Constipation

and i can't believe it took almost a year to get them to figure out what the hell was going on.

We FINALLY got Lucy in to see a Paediatrician last week. Our appointment was for 9.30am, we didn't leave the hospital until 11, and three doctors later. Well, to be more specific, it was two paediatricians, and a dietitian.

But we have answers. And I was right.

She doesn't feel hunger. Ever. At All. So she doesn't eat. So she doesn't put on weight, and she doesn't grow. (Apparently food is not necessary when your a busy, active toddler.)

WHY?!

Because she's constipated. Well duh, she's been actively constipated most of the past year. We've seen doctors, they roll their eyes at me. "Oh it will pass" they say. Or my favourite "She's probably coming down with something", like the two have ANYTHING to do with each other.

Apparently, her inability to poo, has caused a mental block for her because when she does finally go, it hurts. And that hurt stays with her, so next time she has to go, she holds on. And holds on. And holds on. And then eventually it has to happen, and it hurts, more this time because of how long she waited. And so we go round and round and round. Because she doesn't poo regularly, her food doesn't digest properly, so she never feels empty. Empty equals hunger.

See the problem.

This can also explain her "sore tummy", why she gets sick for longer than other kids, and why, she catches EVERY SINGLE BUG that goes through childcare.

Right now I'm just SO.EXCITED, to have an answer as to what has been going on with my daughter for the past year.

Now we have to induce diarrhea on the poor child with excessive amounts of juice. And we have to keep her like that for the next month or so, to allow her hunger pangs to set in again so she can learn to eat. And we have to watch her like a hawk for cavities in her teeth (due to excessive juice drinking) and brush her teeth three times a day at a minimum.

But, despite the nastiness sure to come, I'm so happy to have an answer.

Finally, someone stoped rolling their eyes at me, and figured out that yes, something is wrong with my child, and then shocked the shit out of me by telling me "and we know how to fix it!".

Oh, and she also has intolerance's to a type of preservative called Sorbates. So we are ditching them now too.

Here's to a happy and HEALTHY toddler!