Monthly Archives: May 2012

How cheeky a little man can be

They say smile and show the world your stronger then yesterday you I do that but I know it’s not real.
My oldest son has been throw so much compared most other children of his age it’s hard to look at him and think of all my darling boy has been throw.
When my cheeky little man was in scbu all wires tubes attached to tiny prem baby that you think is so helpless but not as much as he looked.
It seemed like every time he woke up and no one was talking to him my little man would rub his feet together untill the wires there would disconnect. You would have all these people running over moving my wheelchair out the way. To find this little man stretching one eye open looking around as if to say what you looking at. It was very hard as not only did I have to deal with a very sick little boy born via emergency csection but had to tell his dad daily what was going on how he was what was happening.
The doctors and nurses midwife took real good care of him but he did pull little tricks on them.
Like knocking the heat pad of which meant his temp dropped.
Or as tube feeding him he would grab the tube and pinch it as he didn’t like not being held while feeding him.
When day finely came to take him home I stayed night before in there flats as they call them which is a room with skin tv two beds.
He was put in cot the ones they have when on the normal wards as new born.
I sat up the whole night watching this little man scared that something was going to happen to him.
In morning I waited did not get him in his going home outfit till the moment when the doctor came in huge smile on his face. I held my breath thinking please don’t say he can’t come home when he said the words I had been wanting to hear “miss leach I think little Kierren-Jack is ready to go home just needs to be kept close eye on by health visitor”. I burst out crying not because I was sad or scared but I had waited for this day forever. I put his little blue vest ,romper suit on blue cardie hat blue socks and booties and blanket over top on lovely July day.
I was shaking as I put him in his car seat to scared to do it Incase I hurt him. As we got to the main door I put his carseat down took a photo of him and sent the photo to so many people to let world know my brave boy was coming home.
I got home and wanted to yell to the world my amazing baby was home he was home and doing good. But it was not long before things changed again.

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Where has are pride gone

As an ex army child I can’t understand why the young men and women that risk there life’s don’t get more respect for what they do.
My sons will be raised to see that these people are fighting for those whom can’t fight for there self. How many of us can say we helped protect someone we don’t know someone who we have never had any other contact then fighting for there life there right to be free.
Yet the men and women that do this don’t do there job for the fame or huge sums of money but they should be given the respect they deserve.
But when I read that only 8 percent of british people would show that respect would say thank you for protecting helpless people.
That a huge amount of the British public that have a family member who is in the army would rather admit that family member was in jail then in army.
Where has British pride gone I tell my sons how proud I am of my dad there (nandad) and my brother in law.
My oldest son sees his nandad and uncle as a hero because of what they have done he tells people all the time about them. And says to people that people are alive now because they helped save them.
If a child of 5 nearly 6 gets it and has since he was about 3 why can’t more adults. Why are we not showing the pride we have in past generations. What has changed to make us a nation that dos not think highly of are men in combat.