Monkey Business

It's been a little while since the last blog... feel like I have kind of gotten out of the rhythm so to speak and the little monkey is keeping me super busy, as is keeping the house tidy. My new job title is 'domestic slave'. Although I have a wonderful husband... he cooks, he cleans, he does DIY (and a good job of it)... he is one untidy NIGHTMARE (!!!) at times. Pet hates... he leaves the wardrobe doors open, clothes on the floor and opened mail in inconspicuous places (including the bills, which I always pay - when I stumble across them that is!).

Yes, I am a moaner. Everyone who knows Cam is saying 'get over yourself Tash, you have a great husband'. He likes to remind me what a catch he is too. I did read somewhere once that it is the small things in a relationship that lead to divorce. So Cam, when you read this just try and close those damn wardrobe doors please?

Enough on that. No doubt I will have to make a public apology to Cam in the next blog. However, public apology for this blog goes to my poor mother. Yes, I did give her a hard time in the last blog (a few people, herself included, pointed this out to me). I only do it for the comedy value (admit it... it was funny).

But seriously, my Mum (and Dad), have been amazing this year and I don't know where we would be without the help and support they have given us. To name a few things.... they helped us move back in to our house at Easter after the renovations, well Mum helped, Dad sat around talking and giving 'advice'. Mum made countless trips to the hospital and always turned up with food to replace the bland hospital sludge. They brought down a chest freezer from Matakana filled with frozen home cooked meals (which we are still eating). Oh, and they have been looking after our dogs since February...not sure when they will be coming home either. Maybe when Vinnie starts school (ha ha... just joking!). And of course there have been numerous gifts for the spoilt little monkey (and Vinnie too).

As for Vinnie, he is doing extremely well and I am feeling so much more optimistic about those little lungs of his. (Was slightly concerned for a while that he would be one of these kids that never comes off oxygen.) Since he has been home he has put on over a kilo, which is great as he needs to grow new lung tissue to grow out of this condition. Last week his oxygen was turned down from 1 litre of flow to 750ml. He is doing really well on that and it will most likely be turned down to 500ml in the next few weeks. Feeding is still a bit of an issue. He seems to have lost his suck reflex completely and is refusing the bottle. We are hoping to start him on solids next week but this might not be easy as babies normally suck food to start with. He will get there, but he might be 12-18 months before that NG tubes comes out completely.

Aside from breathing and feeding (such small trivial stuff!) he is doing well developmentally. Vinnie has started exploring his hands a lot more and stuffing them in his mouth. He is a lot more balanced too - legs and arms no longer thrashing around out of control. Also has good head control and support. He is almost sleeping through the night, but sleeping during the day is a bit hit and miss, especially late afternoons. Lots of smiles and cooing noises. Vomits after most feeds (not just small spills, but large projectile vomits) all over himself, his bed, the carpet, and his mother... so the washing machine is pretty much going all day. He is absolutely fascinated by the TV and would watch it all day if he had his way. He is watching it right now with his Dad in fact... hmmm... add that to the list of bad parenting techniques by Cam and Tash....