SoCs: All for Naught a Nonet

Did I work  and  care  for all of  them

Tending  to their  every need not

Realizing  it was all

For naught. Since I  cut that

Umbilical Knot

I was not on

Their minds

All for

Naught?

 

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Whooping Cough

I am posting one of  my older  blogs   today  because  Linda G Hill’s  post   The MMR Vaccination Debate – a Parental Perspective.   really  made  me  think  and  think hard . My two older children  both in their  forties  did not  have  the MMR . I was advised against it  because  they both had  chronic  Asthma . They  both  had  Measles , Mumps  and Whooping  Cough. I decided  the third  son  would have  all vacinations . Somehow  he  developed Whooping Cough  before his second  week of life. He is  in his  thirties  now  with  a wife  and baby.

Please  have the vaccinations  if  they illnesses  return  they are killers!  Here  are links  to imformation but  do investigate  for yourselves.

Whooping Cough     MMR Vaccinations

Whooping Cough

He was always being sick, I was not imagining it nor was I imagining that noise he was making . It sounded like whooping cough, but he was only two weeks old?

I was at my whits end, he had started being sick before I had even left the hospital, yet no one would listen to me. I had had enough and so here I was in the Drs surgery siting in the hallway, because my beautiful baby was coughing so much he was being sick and I could not stand the reproving looks from the other waiting, patients.

I was sweating  and stressed I knew this baby was ill, I had been through some very scary things with my other two boys .  P spending the first fortnight of his life in an incubator  because he had ‘post natal distress’ . Both boys had had collapsed lungs due to asthma, M had had his tonsils out then hemorrhaged when I got him home! he and P had both had Measles and Mumps and chickenpox to name a few , need I go on I did know a sick child when I saw one!

Finally the Dr called us in. I had known him now for the last nine years and he insisted we use first names  which did make things feel easier. He was not happy with J, he was not sure if he had a blockage in his throat or stomach but also felt that as I knew my baby best, I could be right in my diagnosis ! I can tell you now I did not want to be right!

All the Dr could do was pat me on the shoulder and pack us off to the nearest hospital. He had rung ahead and alerted the pediatric  ward of our plight. I do no remember how I got to the hospital , there were no mobile phones, I did not drive in those days and I doubt I took the bus. I should think I had either phoned my husband from the surgery,and  as all of my friends who drove would also of had children and I could not in all conscience expose any of them to whatever it was that J had.

I remember being in the hospital though, I was with J in a single room. A glass wall separating us from the nursing station. I did not realize immediately that J was on the danger list and we were in a Barrier Nursing Ward. I was wearing a gown and watching  my baby, my little boy sleeping fitfully and coughing , coughing, coughing!

I spent whole days there and often late into the evenings, my husband joining me as often as he could. My neighbour helped by picking the boys up from school and feeding them for me. I had often looked after her daughter, even taken her on holiday……. but I still felt bad. I would drop them off at school in the morning  then go straight up to the hospital.  I don’t remember how but I managed to shop and do the washing look after the boys and one weekend we even had visitors.

One weekend my husband brought P and M and the little girl next door to see J, they were not allowed on the ward so my husband walked them right round the building and they waved and made faces through the window….. good job we were on the ground floor. It hurt me to see them touching the glass, looking so sad, they really loved and missed J.

For some reason it took the medical staff nearly a fortnight to finally tell us for certain that J had Whooping Cough! How did he get that straight out of hospital, I just don’t know. He was so ill it was awful, I had to watch him suffering that awful cough. Every time he was sick I had to feed him a bottle of milk  then he would sleep then the cough would start. Then one weekend I had gone home for a rest, ( we had visitors ). I had just had a bath and got ready to face the world when the hospital rang to say it was touch and go. They asked us not to come in as there was nothing we could do and we would only get upset.

Get up set ?……… I was upset. I stood in the hall looking at the phone, when our guests came out to ask when we were going out for our meal. ……. I don’t remember what or if I ate all I remember is worrying…………….

However  he  made it  through  the  night, he  took months  to recover   infact it  was over a year  before  he really improved. I  could  not take  him out until the summer,  he was born in the January  and  was not able  to be taken out  until late May early  June.

He  is a grown man  now with a baby  of  his  own….

Just Jot It Jan : Suffer Little Children

CRACK! Crash, Silence a  shot in the dark

No pleasant, fun walk in the park

Everyone fell to their knees

Those who can get up , flee

Stay still and quiet

Pray they will go

Who can know

Why they

Kill.

 

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Nothing Changes

“Diplomacy is never dead.”

That’s  what the man in the black suit said!

Gaza Live: Hamas broke truce, says Israel calling off

ceasefire.

Silence and  tremours after the blast

I hear  nothing now how long will it last.

It is so dark and dusty in here I cannot breath I cannot see

Where are you mum  are  you still near, can you hear me.

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Quiet, then the sound of voices and moving rubble

Panic in their  voices they cannot reach him, what’s the trouble.

It’s  no good this woman is dead

The child is  too there’s a hole in his head

 

Why do we never learn, why does nothing change.

 

 

JusJoJan: Sisters, dogs, coffee and floods.

It did not stop raining today  and it would of been really  miserable  had it not been for the fact  that I was visiting my sister in law who is not my sister in law  any  more  for she is no longer married  to my husbands  brother! That  not  withstanding  I have been friends  with her girl and woman  for 47yrs. Yes I was thirteen  and she was fifteen, when we first met. Both of us sitting on the 97 bus not sure  whether or not  to talk, Then when we both got off at the same bus stop  and started walking in the same direction  we broke the ice.

We have been solid  since, I like to think we are more like sister even though the in law title is now  debunked. We have been through thick and thin  and weathered some nasty storms!

Talking of storms , today was wet! So  we stayed in the warm and drank coffee, had  parsnip  soup for dinner  and chatted about all sorts.  Our children, grandchildren …( my first grandchild as yet unborn, D already has one ) husbands, houses, my son’s new home, her daughters job, her granddaughters triumphs. Of course  we talked of the dogs the beautiful dogs.

The  dogs  have two beds in the kitchen dining room. They take up a lot of  room! One bed ( a huge  bed large enough  for them  both ) fills an alcove. The  only  trouble is  that  one dog , the younger one  always insists on laying on top of the older  dog. So D  hit on a brilliant  idea, get the husband  to put a  separator down the center of the bed ….. each dog  then could have his own space  and the extra  bed  could  be removed !

success

success

Well they  were not too sure  at first  but no one likes change  do they?

So  after a while they settled down and  after their  duvets and cushions  went in, all was looking cosy!

comfy and cosy

comfy and cosy

So  we thought , we turned  back to our photos  and our  coffee and  time ticked on. The  dogs  were happy, the dogs  were comfortable , the dogs seemed very quiet and settled ! Job  done, well done to D’s hubby the problem of the younger  dog  flattening  the older was  solved!

Well it  was wasn’t it…………………… er? not it was not!

IMG_20140129_152345685Nope, no it was not! It  just goes  to show  you just cannot  help those  who will not  be helped! You  also cannot  teach a cheeky dog  new tricks.

The  time came  for me to go home. It was dark t was wet  and it was actually  flooded! I have not had the pleasure of driving  through flooded roads before ! I did not like it  but I remembered  my husbands words of advice  and I got through  and after what seemed an age I got home safely.

So it was wet cold and windy in the real world today  but I was happy!

 

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JusJoJan : Little Mae and Polar Bear 07/01/2014

The child’s affections  were taken by the Witch of the East

She was feeding his ego and dark  side, encouraging his beast.

What ever he wanted his tiniest whim

She indulged and pampered making sure  she spoiled him.

 

This was her baby, we know  this is true

But to take spite on Mae was, above  all things,  what she wanted to do.

Already  he was demanding and pouting  if denied

The witch  fed his tempers and cuddled him when he cried .

 

He was no longer asking for his beloved sister Mae

The witch had made  certain all thoughts of his life before were blown way.

All of his days  in her palace  spent having his own way

His  mother by birth she may be, yet it is evil that drives her as she keeps the child in sway.

 

Meanwhile  the Winter Queen has found  water and feed  for the horses

Ewen and his men are still as strong in their support of  Mae, yet so uncertain  of what their course is.

Three weeks now  they have been struggling  through the blinding snow

This is Mae’s homeland  but she is lost , there is not a landmark or a person , this land she does not know.

 

Mae  feels the pain in her heart for her stolen brother ,

Polar Bear suffers the pain of an unrequited lover .

Ewen and his men feel the cold , lost in this wasteland their hope begins to die and wither.

Mae begins to wonder if they will ever reach their goal, why did she accept  the Witch of the East’s summons hither.

 

 

EvDaDaDec: Tree and Wreath

Christmas Tree

Look at me see how I shine see my lights and decorations entwine. I twinkle lustrous in the dark and  to this room I add a spark of Christmas Cheer. Catching everyone’s eyes as they enter here.

In the day I seem to change, my colour takes on a different hue. I am the green of the fresh wooded hills life and joy out of me spills.

Hidden in my branches are lights like jewels and tiny presents , crackers, toys Oh! yes excitement rules. In the sun light my lights are not so bright they glow far more brightly in the night.

Little children’s eyes always light up when they see me. To their Christmas fun I hold the key. When they come down on Christmas morn they see their presents my branches adorn!

Christmas Wreath

See me here outside your door I am here to let all know what is in store. Pretty balls on either side a few stars and bows and a parcel too. I love my colours red, gold, green and blue to me they are the most beautiful I have ever seen!

Every day as it draws nearer the excitement in the children’s eyes grows clearer. The birth of Christ is what we celebrate take heart it is near now soon we can rejoice our faith.

So dear friends be of good cheer. Our saviour’s birthday is very near. So gather your fruits of tree and earth  and raise your glasses to salute the saviour’s birth.

 

Sorry this  is an old one  but I have  no time at  all today!!

Glastonbury Virgins

Music floating in the air

Music, people smells and sounds everywhere .

A horrendous queue for the loo

A plethora of things to see and  do.

 

 

A smiley girl  hardly anything on dances in her wellies

She and her mates are having fun they have all got new piercings on their bellies!

A little toddler run’s a rye  his dad is watching closely from near by.

His mum is having a henna tattoo, it’s really is just the thing to do,something I would love to try.

 

The lads all  had a little too much to drink last night

The length of the loo queue does nothing for their plight

But a bacon and egg burger will soon have them right.

They’ve spotted the Artic Monkey’s they’re off and running ………. their hangovers have taken flight

 

The sun is up the sky is blue there is so much to see and do

The first time is always the best everything is bright and new.

Plip  plop is that rain, wellies on  any one got a brolly

Na…. Oh well what the hell it’s Glastonbury!!

The Nightmare

Step back from edge darling hearken to me.

Step back from the edge darling if you want to be free.

No believe me I tell you the truth, I will not lie.

You have no wings darling  if you jump now, you will not fly.

 

Take my hand darling step back here to me.

Give me your trust and I shall help you to see

Things are never as black as the seem

nor are they ever quite as straight forward as they seem.

 

I have always cared for you, your needs I have always put first.

I have always loved you, always watched over you, often suffering pain as my heart burst.

Step back from the edge darling please give me your hand.

I know this is a dream my darling built only on sand.

 

I need to save you from your own dark self so listen to me now and move away from the shelf.

Give  me your hand darling I alone can set you free.

I am your mother so listen to me.

 

Step back from edge darling hearken to me.

Step back from the edge darling if you want to be free.

No believe me I tell you the truth, I will not lie.

You have no wings darling  if you jump now you will not fly.

Friends

When we were young we were strong no one could hurt us as long, as we were together supporting each other for ever.

With the sun in the sky we ran for hours, our spirits high. Caring and sharing our days learning and growing in so many ways.

Going to school holding hands learning the rules, happily playing all day finding out many truths on the way.

Growing up together leaning on each other taught us more than all the lessons or all the books. It has made us strong taught us right from wrong , shown us when to laugh and when to cry . Now we are grown we may be miles apart but together with love our hearts are sown.

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