Happy New Year

Across the web, people are posting thoughtful annual reviews, resolutions for the year ahead, generally insightful and interesting well-planned posts.

This isn't one of them.

Instead, I'll see the year out with precious friends. And resolve that this will be the last holiday where we stuff tLP into a cot. I think that's fair.

There were four in the bed

And the little one said "how nice to see you."

It's hard being so far away when friends are so unwell. Back in the summer, we made plans to spend new year here in Lincolnshire, close enough to visit friends we've not seen for far too long.

So when a small girl was poorly and stuck in hospital, we were doubly thankful we'd booked our holiday close enough to visit.

And, as it turned out, we were able to help out. Only in a very small way, by fetching a sibling to spend the afternoon in hospital. But more than we've been able to do from home.

The girls were very pleased to see each other. The boy was pleased to be able to kick them both. And three mums were very very happy to be able to be in the same room together, after a nearly three year gap. Even if it had to be a hospital room.

Tia

Letter to a newer mother: what I wish I'd known earlier.

A new mum has introduced herself to a mailing list I follow. She has a newish baby, who probably has cerebral palsy, following a pretty rough introduction to this world. She seems pretty set in some ways - paediatrician, early intervention, therapies and referrals all happening or being chased. But she's asked for advice from more experienced parents, wanting, of course, to have some kind of glimpse into this strange new future, some idea of what more she could or should be doing, and especially, what we parents wish we had been told sooner.

So that got me thinking. My answer will of course be different to yours, and ours will be different to hers, once she's in a position to look back. And mine as an adoptive parent will inevitably feel different to anyone struggling with the whole birth/genes/gestation/whatever bits. But here's my list.

I wish I'd known

• that time passes so quickly. And that tiny babies become toddlers, and toddlers become big school girls in the twinkling of an eye. 
• And that infancy and childhood are really important, and should not be allowed to get lost in the endless rounds of medical appointments and therapies. 
• That I am the expert in my child; I am the only person who gets to see the whole child. And that therefore I can and should advocate for the whole child, rather than allowing them to be swallowed up in any one particular form of therapy. 
• That friendships will change. Some people will fall away, others will deepen. And that I will have a group of wonderful women who I wouldn't know at all, of it weren't for us all having our own special children. 
• That it is ok to need help, and ok to accept help. And that it is useful at times to be able to be very specific about the help I need. And that it is also ok to turn down unsuitable help. 
• That what I may find helpful may be completely different to what someone else in the same position would find helpful, and that neither of us are wrong. 
• That my life would become so immeasurably richer and deeper as a result of sharing it with Miss Mog. 
• That celebrating inchstones can become so much more satisfying than celebrating milestones; that every tiny step of progress made becomes something to share with the world. 
• And that true friends will be right there cheering for you and your child when that happens. 
• That you can get used to anything - seizures, stopping breathing, giving multiple medications, tubes and lines and holes in parts of the body which didn't ought to have them. 
• Everyone has a poo story. But not everyone needs to hear it. 
• The world won't fall apart if you reschedule a doctor's appointment to do something really important, like feeding the ducks. 
• One wonky smile can say more than the longest speech in history. 
• A largely immobile child really can "accidentally" clear tables with a well-timed spasm. 
• Problems which seem insurmountable now will disappear, and will be replaced by new problems. Which will also either disappear or be absorbed into the new normal. 
• Competitive parents really can be thick-skinned enough to brag about their marvellously advanced child whilst dripping with fake sympathy as your precious gem lies twitching in your lap. 
• Conversely, you can be a great comfort to parents who have also been stung by the competitive  Mum, because your child is still lying across your lap, not crawling off needing to be chased across the room. 
• People will feel compelled to tell you their own stories, including abortions, or relatives sent away and locked up, or how their pet dog had to be put down. You don't have to listen. And it's ok too to play special child bingo, giving points for "I couldn't do what you do." "You're such a saint." "Innit a shame?" and whatever phrase drives you up your own wall. 
• Lack of sleep will destroy your memory. Everyone knows how tired new parents get; doing the waking night thing for a decade or more brings whole new layers of exhaustion. Write things down. And get used to being late. 
• It's ok not to be perfect. It's also ok to go all out to present the perfect image, if that's what's important to you, and it gives you strength. 
• Guilt lurks everywhere. Beat it down. 
• People will always question your judgement. And give you titbits of advice which will make you want to strangle them slowly. Don't. 
• Equipment takes up space. A lot of space. If you're thinking of moving, factor that in. My girls currently have seven wheelchairs plus two wheelchair sized shower/toilet chairs between them. 
• You probably can do just about anything and everything you would have done if your child weren't disabled. But some of it may simply be toouch like hard work. So sort put what's important to you, and what's not. 
• Abuse and neglect aside, there is no wrong here. Your choices will be different from mine, and that doesn't matter. What matters is that we work as a family. 
• The future won't happen all at once, but one day at a time. So don't lose sleep over how you will manage years into the future but concentrate on finding the right balance for today. 
• Wheelchairs are great inventions, and the right chair for the child can be life changing. 
• Seizures suck. 
• I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. 
• Love is completely overwhelming. 
• You can do this. 

So that's my list. How about you? 

Tia

Christmas Happies.

Hearing: Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite.

Seeing: Mog's new projector; deeply intense green stars covering bed and walls and ceiling. And a hint of fairy glitter for hair.

Smelling: lavender and rose hand creams, coconut body wash, Christmas candles burning gently, and a pine tree gradually shedding needles.

Touching: snuggled into soft new pyjamas, with furry coats and super soft socks stored for the morning.

Tasting: blended turkey and sprouts. Licking rum sauce and brandy butter and chocolate truffles and bread sauce.

Doing: playing stomp rockets in the park, cuddling on the settee, having stories and playing games, making Lego stables and wooden castles, exploring the new keyboard for the iPad.

Loving: spending time with family. Listening to cousins negotiating a relationship no longer conducted via Skype. Stepping out of routine as much as possible to play games, read stories, cook Christmas yummies.

Thinking: of friends we will be seeing in just a few days, and of friends and family we'd love to see but can't.

Making: memories.

Tia

Happy Christmas.

Stockings and Father Christmas, Carols and church, presents and lunch and family phone calls. All the ingredients of our traditional Christmas, complete with Brandy Butter left in the 'fridge at the wrong house, slices of Christmas cake stripped of marzipan and icing and crumbled on the plate, a post-prandial stroll to find the local Christmas lights. The inevitable "I'm bored" from a child temporarily inconvenienced by being required to stop for lunch, presents minus tags or having had tags exchanged, an unwrappable gift (tropical fish don't do well left under the tree for a day or three), and a minor spillage of something stain-y onto a cream carpet.

A lovely, relatively unstressed, gentle day spent with family and in contact with friends. Giggles from Mog and approval from tLP.

Lovely.

Peaceful.

And mixed in with the celebrations, thoughts for friends - plural - who have seriously ill children in hospital today. Friends - again plural - who have seriously ill children at home. Friends - still plural - facing their first Christmas without one of their beloved children. It's been a rough year.

And as the girls sleep - one peacefully, the other very fitfully - and outside, fireworks mingle with late night dog revellers, singers, and a fairly rowdy domestic disagreement, I pray that there has been peace and joy and love today for everyone in some measure.

Tia

Midwinter

In the bleak mid-winter
  Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
  Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
  Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
  Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
  Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
  When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
  A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,
  Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim
  Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
  And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
  Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
  Which adore.

Angels and archangels
  May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
  Thronged the air,
But only His mother
 In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Beloved
  With a kiss.

What can I give Him,
  Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
  I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
  I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,
  Give my heart.

C Rosetti

Ups and downs.

Ups - beautifully timed and totally unexpected Toblerone delivery from a friend. Hurrah.

Downs - it's definitely disconcerting to have the car you're driving ask you to turn the engine on. Especially when combined with threats of potential automatic switch off.

Ups again - ginger biscuits always taste good.

Please forgive wonky order. Phone not cooperating.

Tia