Get. These. Blueberries. Out. Of. My. Mouth
Last week I wanted to take part in a lovely meme over at Doing it all for Aleyna which I stumbled upon via the the very funny and super-prolific Motherventing. The idea is to capture your week in seven words. Great, I thought. And my seven words were:
Thoughts post MMR: PLEASE RESTORE FACTORY SETTINGS.
However.
In our post-MMR hell there has been no time for blogging (or thinking or to-do lists or personal hygiene. Sorry), even so, I had thought that seven words would be achievable. Ha! And do you think I was even able to make that deadline? Nope. I missed the Linky. But do check the others out here for some cool seven words, the words of the ones who could meet a deadline.
Having missed my chance to use only seven words, I now feel that it is ok to use more.
OMG. Bloody MMR. Poor old Bibsey and poor poor Mr and Mrs B. We have had two weeks now of streaming nose and screaming baby. We have endured late nights and early mornings peppered with fevers, spots and a stonking Rubella rash. The screaming habdabs have been thrown and there has been a great deal of listless lolling. Finally I think that we are coming through on the other side. Well, maybe.
As you would expect, our suffering child has been ruling the roost here at Bibsey Towers. I think that you all know the drill. You do anything and everything you can to make it stop. And by it I of course mean the crying, the moaning and the whinging. And oh my effing goodness the (very first full blown) tantrums of the here-take-a-cushion-to-throw-yourself-down-upon-while-I-step-away variety.
All joking aside, even though we know in our minds that we have done the right thing by having the jabs, there have been times over the last few days when I have literally been in tears myself, pulling at my own hair, and clawing my own face, and wondering what the hell we have done to our child. If she could really speak I suspect she would say “mummy, mummy rubbish! I just feel rubbish”.
Los primeros pasos de mi hija
Amazingly in the same couple of weeks that our beloved Bibsey has been going through all of this, she also seems to have been quantumly leaping in areas such as swimming, speech and WALKING. Yay. What a babe. Can I just share the new words and then I will shut up? OK.
Car. Apple. Moon. Tree. Pool. Therego (as in there you go Mummy as she hands me something grubby). Agua (whoopee a Spanish word).
I love her I love her I love her. Please feel better soon baby.
If I could just reach behind you get my snack pot
Oh, and did I mention that she has met a boy? Let’s just call him Rubio. He is the new boy in town. Bibs was straight in there like a rat up a drain pipe when she spotted him at the local pool. His mum and dad are very nice too.
Sorry. Post has rambled off brief. So, getting back on it.
Have anyone else’s children experienced bad side-effects to the MMR? How did you deal with it? And did you ever question your decision to go ahead with the jabs?
