Family

5 days til Christmas

I feel like writing but I don’t know what to write about today. Fed up of coughing and illness but very much looking forward to Christmas.

It’s odd how Christmas is supposed to be a Christian day but everyone celebrates it all over the world. Most people probably don’t think twice about the Christmas story.

For me, Christmas is all about family. The one time of year where we all have time off work to get together and to catch up on a year’s worth of ups and downs.

As kids it was all about the presents. We never believed in Santa because our family never told us that bad boys and girls get a lump of coal. We had the luxury of choosing our gifts and being with family.

As we grew older it’s not as exciting. But it’s great to get 2 whole days off work. I miss my cousins, aunts, uncles and the kids. Whenever us Lee’s get together, the night is neverending.

Roll on Feast at Lee Garden, Poker, Twister, Raffles, Mahjong, Big 2, “Fish, Prawn, Crab”, best of all, lots of fun, laughter and games!

5 days until Christmas! 🙂

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I love my Parents: Unconditional Love

Sometimes on a quiet evening, I look over and realise I never want my parents to grow any older.

My heart jolts and tears spring to my eyes as everytime I stop to look, there’s another white hair and another wrinkle.

As a youngster you always feel like your parents annoy you, don’t let you do anything you want to do, and have too many rules.

As you grow up, you begin to understand the importance of having those rules, to help shape the person that you become.

Then when you have your own children you learn that you yourself are a parent and you are the ones with the rules.

Most parents love their children unconditionally. No matter what wrong you may have done, a parent or family will always be the first to forgive you.

I was never an easy teenager to put up with. But through all the bad times I have learnt many lessons and realise that all my parents ever wanted was what’s best for me.

My point for today is:
Be good to your parents and family whilst they are with you. No one lives forever, so cherish all the days, create all the happy memories so that you can have them with you in your heart forever. Appreciate what you have before it’s too late 😀

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Born at 25 weeks: My little baby’s survival story (summary)

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Today is the story of my son Myles. He is 2 today but he has come a long way!

I will try to keep this post all about Myles and as brief as I can, try to summarize his story.

Date of birth: 22nd November 2010. (Chinese Zodiac: Year of the Tiger).
He was born at 25 weeks gestation (15 weeks early) and weighed 1 lb, 9oz (748g).

Before he was born the doctors at Northampton General Hospital warned us that Myles would most likely not be breathing at birth and would need to be ventilated as soon as he was born, if he survived.

It was a long 4 hours before I was given any news on his condition as he was whisked away almost immediately after being born. I was given the briefest of moments with him. He barely touched my chest before doctors rushed him into an incubator to have him stablised.

My little Tiger boy is a fighter. Doctors warned of his 50% chance survival rate of even making the trip home one day. Then out of those survivors only 50% of those had a shot at leading a real normal life without debilitating disabilities.

On day 2 of his birth we almost lost him. Even the doctors had called the family in to explain the situation. His lungs started bleeding heavily and we were told to be prepared for the worst. There was also high possibilities of brain haemorrhaging overnight, or further bleeding to the lungs. The following 24 hours were crucial for him having any chance at all.

So many other obstacles along the way. He caught a cold quite early on, which to a normal child isn’t so bad. But for a premature baby born so early there can be many complications.

He needed heart surgery at 2 months of age. (Even then he was still supposed to be safe inside mummy’s tummy.) He had a hole in his heart that never had the chance to close as he was born so early. On the day of surgery he still weighed less than 1 kg.

After surgery, he had to work on regulating his own body temperature, had to learn to feed from a bottle as he was always fed via a tube through his mouth or nose. Feeding was chaos. He didn’t know how to breathe, then suck, then swallow. But when he realised what he had to do we then found out that he couldn’t keep the milk down. He was sick after almost every feed. He was fed at 2 hourly intervals all day and night at first, but gradually he became stronger and settled into a better routine. After learning to drink from a bottle, he then had to learn to eat real food. This was an even more difficult task. In the early days he would gag after every first mouthful and refuse food. If he was too full, he would bring all the food back up again along with the milk. Being highly intolerant to dairy and a possibility of any other food group ment that his baby food had to be made with extreme caution as to what ingredients were used. Cleaning up milk/food after every feed became a very exhausting chore. But the bigger issue was any long term damage this could cause to his little self.

Myles was on oxygen, from birth, for 170 days at hospital. At first he was ventilated, meaning that he fully relied on the machines to pump oxygen into his body. As he grew stronger, he gradually began to take partial breaths, then was allowed to breath on his own for short periods of time each day, until he was finally weaned off the oxygen and machines completely. We were told he would highly likely be taken home with oxygen, which was to be fitted into the house. But my little man surprised the doctors and nurses once again.

Somehow with the help of the amazing doctors and nurses in Gosset ward my little fighter beat the odds. After 176 days in hospital he finally made the final step home.

Today he is 2. His eyesight and hearing is fine, he is walking and running. Cheeky and naughty just like all children his age. Although he has an intolerance to cows’ milk, his other dietary needs are fine.

He’s still a bit on the small side and the only thing he hasn’t yet caught up on is his speech. There are so far no serious concerns as he is making all the sounds and signs of learning to talk any day now. I bet when he does he will never stop chattering away!

Sometimes I even forget that he has had such a rough start. Every child can drive their parents crazy, but whenever I think back and remember when he used to be so tiny and fragile, I blink back my tears. I am forever grateful to all the staff who ever looked after my little Tiger. If it wasn’t for the wonderful team at Gosset Ward, Northampton General Hospital, my little man wouldn’t be here with us today.

So any of you parents out there with premature babies or friends with premature babies… There’s always hope! My little Boy’s survival story 🙂

Please feel free to ask any questions or add any prem baby difficulties of your own to this post x

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