First childcare party
Dec. 9th, 2023 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whitewriterThe party with no gifts
So I figured I'd honor that request and turn up almost empty handed -
There's a heatwave in Sydney so I was prepared with a fully wet t shirt, clothes I didn't mind being wet in - I forgot my hat (damn), ice blocks, hydralyte blocks to have on the way there, cooler bag. Pre hydrated the kid with watered down juice.
I was considering to cancel going due to the heat but - unfortunately, I said I'd go.
I hate being flakey. If I said I'd turn up to something, unless I'm really dying, I'll be there.
I'm never dying so I'm pretty much 99% attendance rate.
That goes for swimming lessons. I think Kians missed 80% of his classes this year. I think we've missed 10%. twice for gastro. once because the cold seemed really bad and I didn't want to dunk her while she needed to cough (and how would I know when that was). All through winter often times we were the only ones in the class.
It's a habit I don't know how to break.
My t shirt actually fully dried halfway through the event.
We arrived around 11:10 and left after the cake around 12:30
Which was plenty. I had rewet my shirt but it's really hard to get it to a fully wet state without taking it off and dipping into a sink or under a tap, and amongst people I didn't know (it was a childcare invite, and so I'd never met the parents) - in a place without a public bathroom (it was a park. I guess if people were desperate the hosts were going to let guests use their home toilet which I assumed as not far away because the birthday girl was taken back and forth a few times).
We left because Wendy seemed bored of the splash pool and wanted to play in the sand pit which was fully in the sun, and some toy car thing- also in the sun - and it was basically nap time anyway.
I had taken the bus (which has aircon) but I should have just driven. The wait at the bus stop to return was either approx 3 min in the full sun without shade, and a 200m walk home - or 16 mins at the other bus stop which only had 1 bus stop at it (hence the longer wait)- which also had a 50m walk home.
I chose the 3 min bus stop. I found a shrub to shade Wendy in - and then a fairly large spider crawled into the pram (great) - I need to do a bit of a search tomorrow to ensure it's gone back out.
But I was the dumb idiot with a washcloth on my head (cause I'd forgotten my hat) waiting for the bus, in full sun, in 40 degree, at 7mo pregnant.
Like come on. Who is that stupid.
The bus arrived and an elderly ? man with a salt and pepper beard and long pants chuckled at Wendy asleep in the pram with her pink face, wet washcloth now on her, and a little electric fan whirling beside her. I'd thrown water all over her shirt and hair before we left the party but her shirt felt bone dry by the time we'd gotten onto the bus.
2 min ride up the hills, 3 blocks approx. and we were spat out onto our street - and that 200 meter walk was really almost deadly. I hadn't sweated until that point.
I was hoping to transfer Wendy from pram to bed with boobs but I had to take off her wet clothes and full nappy - so that was unsuccessful.
In anycase after 20 mins of her sucking (colostrum now, I think - its no longer white milk when I check) -I gave up and Went to have my own lunch.
I felt weird eating the food at the party. Because firstly, we didn't bring a gift (as was requested) but also no dietary requirements were asked for either -- to be fair, everything they had probably would have passed for the majority of people except being gestational diabetic, the white rice on sushi isn't the best choice. Wendy ate lunch. She was gungho on the sushi and the blueberries and the ?possibly dairy free chocolate cake in the shape of a blue whale with blue icing and jelly beans all over it.
I wondered if she'd choke on a jelly bean and didn't let her have it - but she had cake an icing. I had a lick to see how sweet it was (home made type of sweet).
I had a high sugar anyway after lunch. Oh well.
The diabetes appointment at 28 weeks
The diabetes educator yesterday said she was making it a point to tell all her women to not check our blood sugars at Christmas, just to not go crazy but to enjoy lunch at least. So if that means eating whatever it is you'd normally eat - which wouldn't be GDM friendly - then so be it. It's just one meal. I cried. Last time I just randomly titrated extra novorapid for the small slice of pavlova. Like it's not fair - every other person is probably having a hyper glycemic meal on that day but not knowing about it because they're not checking.
But in any case she said lots of people had a similar reaction.
I think i'll be having extra novorapid anyway, cause - it is a pav. And then probably check anyway because... I'd want to know if I had enough novorapid.
I commented I'm fatter this time around and asked if it was related to the increased insulin requirements. It's only a few kg but it's not coming off like last time when I had to follow the same rules on eating. - apparently it is related to the increasing insulin requirements.
I have to admit, it's much harder this time around to be so strict. Wendy is a large spanner in the works. I'll measure out my rice and then she'll want some. Or she won't eat something and then I end up looking at it and thinking so how can I rejig the carbs to accomodate xyz.
And this time around I'm refusing to give up fruit.
Like I get it no junk but cherries are a joy this time of the year and they don't freeze particularly well.
It's still super hot. Pete says the heat won't break until 9pm with the cool change. I don't have a fly screen set up for the bedroom or the front door (big mistake) so I'm reluctant to open the window.
I'll have to get one next week.
So I figured I'd honor that request and turn up almost empty handed -
There's a heatwave in Sydney so I was prepared with a fully wet t shirt, clothes I didn't mind being wet in - I forgot my hat (damn), ice blocks, hydralyte blocks to have on the way there, cooler bag. Pre hydrated the kid with watered down juice.
I was considering to cancel going due to the heat but - unfortunately, I said I'd go.
I hate being flakey. If I said I'd turn up to something, unless I'm really dying, I'll be there.
I'm never dying so I'm pretty much 99% attendance rate.
That goes for swimming lessons. I think Kians missed 80% of his classes this year. I think we've missed 10%. twice for gastro. once because the cold seemed really bad and I didn't want to dunk her while she needed to cough (and how would I know when that was). All through winter often times we were the only ones in the class.
It's a habit I don't know how to break.
My t shirt actually fully dried halfway through the event.
We arrived around 11:10 and left after the cake around 12:30
Which was plenty. I had rewet my shirt but it's really hard to get it to a fully wet state without taking it off and dipping into a sink or under a tap, and amongst people I didn't know (it was a childcare invite, and so I'd never met the parents) - in a place without a public bathroom (it was a park. I guess if people were desperate the hosts were going to let guests use their home toilet which I assumed as not far away because the birthday girl was taken back and forth a few times).
We left because Wendy seemed bored of the splash pool and wanted to play in the sand pit which was fully in the sun, and some toy car thing- also in the sun - and it was basically nap time anyway.
I had taken the bus (which has aircon) but I should have just driven. The wait at the bus stop to return was either approx 3 min in the full sun without shade, and a 200m walk home - or 16 mins at the other bus stop which only had 1 bus stop at it (hence the longer wait)- which also had a 50m walk home.
I chose the 3 min bus stop. I found a shrub to shade Wendy in - and then a fairly large spider crawled into the pram (great) - I need to do a bit of a search tomorrow to ensure it's gone back out.
But I was the dumb idiot with a washcloth on my head (cause I'd forgotten my hat) waiting for the bus, in full sun, in 40 degree, at 7mo pregnant.
Like come on. Who is that stupid.
The bus arrived and an elderly ? man with a salt and pepper beard and long pants chuckled at Wendy asleep in the pram with her pink face, wet washcloth now on her, and a little electric fan whirling beside her. I'd thrown water all over her shirt and hair before we left the party but her shirt felt bone dry by the time we'd gotten onto the bus.
2 min ride up the hills, 3 blocks approx. and we were spat out onto our street - and that 200 meter walk was really almost deadly. I hadn't sweated until that point.
I was hoping to transfer Wendy from pram to bed with boobs but I had to take off her wet clothes and full nappy - so that was unsuccessful.
In anycase after 20 mins of her sucking (colostrum now, I think - its no longer white milk when I check) -I gave up and Went to have my own lunch.
I felt weird eating the food at the party. Because firstly, we didn't bring a gift (as was requested) but also no dietary requirements were asked for either -- to be fair, everything they had probably would have passed for the majority of people except being gestational diabetic, the white rice on sushi isn't the best choice. Wendy ate lunch. She was gungho on the sushi and the blueberries and the ?possibly dairy free chocolate cake in the shape of a blue whale with blue icing and jelly beans all over it.
I wondered if she'd choke on a jelly bean and didn't let her have it - but she had cake an icing. I had a lick to see how sweet it was (home made type of sweet).
I had a high sugar anyway after lunch. Oh well.
The diabetes appointment at 28 weeks
The diabetes educator yesterday said she was making it a point to tell all her women to not check our blood sugars at Christmas, just to not go crazy but to enjoy lunch at least. So if that means eating whatever it is you'd normally eat - which wouldn't be GDM friendly - then so be it. It's just one meal. I cried. Last time I just randomly titrated extra novorapid for the small slice of pavlova. Like it's not fair - every other person is probably having a hyper glycemic meal on that day but not knowing about it because they're not checking.
But in any case she said lots of people had a similar reaction.
I think i'll be having extra novorapid anyway, cause - it is a pav. And then probably check anyway because... I'd want to know if I had enough novorapid.
I commented I'm fatter this time around and asked if it was related to the increased insulin requirements. It's only a few kg but it's not coming off like last time when I had to follow the same rules on eating. - apparently it is related to the increasing insulin requirements.
I have to admit, it's much harder this time around to be so strict. Wendy is a large spanner in the works. I'll measure out my rice and then she'll want some. Or she won't eat something and then I end up looking at it and thinking so how can I rejig the carbs to accomodate xyz.
And this time around I'm refusing to give up fruit.
Like I get it no junk but cherries are a joy this time of the year and they don't freeze particularly well.
It's still super hot. Pete says the heat won't break until 9pm with the cool change. I don't have a fly screen set up for the bedroom or the front door (big mistake) so I'm reluctant to open the window.
I'll have to get one next week.
