I spent 2 days in hospital after Alyssa was born while they investigated her and did all kinds of blood work because her haemoglobin was too high and her billirubin was high and they were worried about some kind of blood incompatibility.
We finally got the all clear on that and got her home Sunday night at about 9pm.
Monday morning, much to the glee of her big sisters, she got dressed up and taken to two different schools for 'Show and Share'. Of course, they had to help choose her clothes and dress her, which explains how she came to go to school wearing a white frilly body suit, a pink pettiskirt, little pink mary jane socks and with a big pink band and rosette in her hair. They were delighted.
By Tuesday things had gone downhill. I was in a lot of pain and could barely walk let alone do anything else and I had a blisteringly high fever. Michael rang nurse on call who told him that I had to present straight to the emergency department, who promptly put my in a bed and gave me copious amounts of morphine to help cope with the pain while they called in the surgeons for suspected appendicitis.
24 hours in hospital and I got released... not because I was better, but because there was a MASSIVE, and I do mean MASSIVE cyclone headed directly for us.
We drove home through the first lot of winds... it was so eerie... there were so few cars out, all the shops were closed, and there was just this air of impending doom everywhere we went, which was quite a few places because we were chasing an open pharmacy to get my antibiotics and pain killers.
The cyclone hit Wednesday night. Within two hours there were almost no trees left in our street, we had no power and the sound of the windows shaking was creepy!
The devestation left behind by the cyclone was awful... but we were so lucky! In the grand scheme of things, we only spent 9 days without power and we only lost a few windows and the side gate and a section of fencing... and my computer. The house across the street was demolished by a falling gum tree... but our town wasn't that hard hit.
The cyclone turned at the last minute and crossed the coast north of us, devastating a massive region of coast.
And then it was Valentines Day and my Birthday, both of which passed with pretty much no celebration because of sick children and medical stuff.
It's been crazy... but the craziness has made me realise how lucky we really are. No matter what happens, I have a family that I love and who loves me. I have been blessed with four beautiful children and a husband who is amazingly supportive and helpful, most of the time.
With all of that... given everything that has happened in the past two weeks, with people losing their homes, their lives, and their loved ones, what right do I have to complain?