GGP's birthday (Easter Sunday)
Apr. 22nd, 2022 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whitewriterSo we're back down the highway to the central coast to visit Dad's fam side.
GGP aka. Great Grandpa recently diagnosed with mesothelioma and given the ball park figure of 3 months to a year. Whose adult children - the eldest of which is 58 - I can imagine mildly what's that like, seeing my father go through it over an extended period of time commencing when I was approximately 20, and ending when I hit 33. I had the ?moderate luxury of a drawn out affair of ill-health which I think in some ways may make things easier. Or perhaps not. I was perhaps rather young. but moderately independent.
It's gonna be shit no matter how old or independent you are. Perhaps worse if you have a good relationship with your parents. At the end of the day though, your mum is your mum and your dad is your dad. That won't ever change.
The worst part of the day was driving down the highway at 1730 with a screaming baby who we couldn't soothe because there was nowhere to stop. Even though we got off the highway, we ended up going down a terrible windy road that had absolutely nowhere to stop, and ended up just adding 30 mins to our trip and solved nothing. She seemed to settled but I suspected hunger so we finally stopped, took her out to feed anyway, put her back in the seat and then she freaked out WORSE than before we had driven down the terrible road and stopped...
The solution ended up being giving her her hand to suck, singing my usual nursery rhyme for her (ingat ingat itu ... worrlds cutest song in my opinion ) and eventually she settled enough to suck the dummy and sleep the last 45 mins back home.
Yeah. What do you do then .... 30 mins later I figured she couldn't find her hand - and with the indonesian nursery rhyme I sing her nightly and giving her her own hand, she finally, finally settled. And finally took the dummy. I arrived home fully strung out at 9pm. Wendy went to bed super easily. I went to bed super easily too but woke up at 0100 thinking "Wendy will be up soon" and went to pee, but she stayed asleep. I soon fell asleep too. At 0300, my boobs woke me up and I picked her up and fed her - then she went into the cot like a dream as usual. I struggled to go back to sleep, my wrists ached terribly and I thought about nurofen and physio before eventually falling asleep.
Easter Monday public holiday
The next day, I ached everywhere. I wondered if I was getting a cold (or covid) - but no fever - I had some paracetamol. I think somehow, despite having drinks at GGP's I didn't drink nearly as much as usual and I was quite dehydrated.
Good old Tan comes over bringing chicken. Poor thing had to go to 2 stores because Frangoes was shut due to public holiday. Clems was open though. Kid was held for her afternoon nap.
Nightly routine seems approximately the same. A feed sometime between 6 to 7:30 depending, change into pj's and then its a song and swing-- and depending on how brave I am, I may put her down at 8, 8:30 but usually she doesn't actually sleep deep until 9pm.
She woke twice that night - 1 and 3ish, then at 6 on the dot, somehow reading my mind that I wanted to get up early to go for a walk at Cooggee to Bondi.
I felt much better after a proper days rest. Any "big" trip now it seems essential for 1 days recovery post.
GGP aka. Great Grandpa recently diagnosed with mesothelioma and given the ball park figure of 3 months to a year. Whose adult children - the eldest of which is 58 - I can imagine mildly what's that like, seeing my father go through it over an extended period of time commencing when I was approximately 20, and ending when I hit 33. I had the ?moderate luxury of a drawn out affair of ill-health which I think in some ways may make things easier. Or perhaps not. I was perhaps rather young. but moderately independent.
It's gonna be shit no matter how old or independent you are. Perhaps worse if you have a good relationship with your parents. At the end of the day though, your mum is your mum and your dad is your dad. That won't ever change.
The worst part of the day was driving down the highway at 1730 with a screaming baby who we couldn't soothe because there was nowhere to stop. Even though we got off the highway, we ended up going down a terrible windy road that had absolutely nowhere to stop, and ended up just adding 30 mins to our trip and solved nothing. She seemed to settled but I suspected hunger so we finally stopped, took her out to feed anyway, put her back in the seat and then she freaked out WORSE than before we had driven down the terrible road and stopped...
The solution ended up being giving her her hand to suck, singing my usual nursery rhyme for her (ingat ingat itu ... worrlds cutest song in my opinion ) and eventually she settled enough to suck the dummy and sleep the last 45 mins back home.
Yeah. What do you do then .... 30 mins later I figured she couldn't find her hand - and with the indonesian nursery rhyme I sing her nightly and giving her her own hand, she finally, finally settled. And finally took the dummy. I arrived home fully strung out at 9pm. Wendy went to bed super easily. I went to bed super easily too but woke up at 0100 thinking "Wendy will be up soon" and went to pee, but she stayed asleep. I soon fell asleep too. At 0300, my boobs woke me up and I picked her up and fed her - then she went into the cot like a dream as usual. I struggled to go back to sleep, my wrists ached terribly and I thought about nurofen and physio before eventually falling asleep.
Easter Monday public holiday
The next day, I ached everywhere. I wondered if I was getting a cold (or covid) - but no fever - I had some paracetamol. I think somehow, despite having drinks at GGP's I didn't drink nearly as much as usual and I was quite dehydrated.
Good old Tan comes over bringing chicken. Poor thing had to go to 2 stores because Frangoes was shut due to public holiday. Clems was open though. Kid was held for her afternoon nap.
Nightly routine seems approximately the same. A feed sometime between 6 to 7:30 depending, change into pj's and then its a song and swing-- and depending on how brave I am, I may put her down at 8, 8:30 but usually she doesn't actually sleep deep until 9pm.
She woke twice that night - 1 and 3ish, then at 6 on the dot, somehow reading my mind that I wanted to get up early to go for a walk at Cooggee to Bondi.
I felt much better after a proper days rest. Any "big" trip now it seems essential for 1 days recovery post.
