Baby Kyle entered our world at around 8am this morning. No way he was going to exit the way he went in. Born by emergency ceasarian, he weighed in at a hefty 5.22kg (rugby player?) and is 60cm tall (or at least long until he gets vertical). Mom (Cheryl), is in high care receiving blood but should be ok. Kyle appears healthy.
Terry is over the moon about this Christmas, she's pretty mobile so we're going to host the traditional family celebrations again after being forced to skip the last few years. She's also been able to put in the hours in the kitchen to make all our traditional Christmas goodies and her satisfaction and sense of achievement are boundless. I'll be doing a lamb on the spit, so she won't be too pressured on Christmas day. She's been able to put in the hours at the shops too, to spend a small fortune on gifts for everyone, but finance repair is my job in the new year, until then, she gets anything her heart desires that will add to her happiness.
To all our friends out there, may your Christmas be as joyful as ours is shaping up to be and we wish you all the best for a brilliant 2009.
Everything went blissfully well this festive season with Terry revelling in the company and attention of our family. There's something magical in looking down the dinner table and seeing a couple of generations of our spawn, each individual with his/her own personality, hopes, dreams and promise for the future. Magical moments that almost never happened for Terry but which now provide boundless inspiration and joy. Her latest 'thing', is to take them each on individual shopping expeditions for their birthdays, spending a whole day with them, kitting them out with new clothes and other bits and bobs. With a few birthdays coinciding with Christmas, my bank accounts are creaking under the load but hey, we can't take it with us and the beaming smiles are ample reward.
Hit a speedbump on Friday, Terry went for dialysis at 10h00 as usual, only to find out her line had pulled out of her heart and had to be fully extracted. She was already overloaded with water so couldn't have surgery over the weekend and carry on with her normal Monday dialysis session, the risks would rise geometrically over the 5 days from her last Wednesday session, emergency buttons were pressed. I rushed back to the hospital and phone calls flashed between the renal unit, doctor, surgeon, hospital admission, ward, theatre and medical aid and miraculously, by 13h30 on Friday Terry was under the surgeon's knife. It's a complex little procedure, an incision is made about mid chest so that the line connection can be hidden by clothing and the surgeon tunnels the tube up underneath the skin to her neck, where a large vein passes close to the surface, inserts it into the vein and does a U-turn, pushing it down the vein until the end enters the atrium of her heart. They gave it a day to heal and the bleeding to reduce and she had an unscheduled dialysis session today (Saturday). The line worked well but they couldn't get all the water and toxins off in one shot. leaving her a bit the worse for wear, but after Monday's session Terry should be back on track.
On the upside, Terry didn't let it get her down and was strong and determined enough to go to her long-time booked birthday celebration on Friday night (birthday actually on Monday), and enjoyed it totally.