So Blessed

Something that didn’t happen in a very long time happened this morning.


Zander woke us at 4.45am. Because it's unusual for him to wake that early, I knew something was wrong and noticed that his nappy somehow leaked and his back was wet. I am not sure why his nappy leaked, as it wasn't even full.

About a month ago we switched from Pampers to Huggies Gold because Pampers used to leak every single night and also during the day, and not just pee. Since using Huggies Gold, which by the way is much cheaper than Pampers, we did not have that problem again once, except for this morning. Which is why, for this time only, I won't blame the nappy for leaking but rather blame myself for perhaps not putting it on tight enough. (Please don't get me wrong. I do understand that some nappies work for some, while others work for others. I am in no way criticizing Pampers. Pampers just didn't work for us.)

By around 7:30 this morning when Zander started revving me, (we use this term for him moaning about everything all the time for no apparent reason) I knew it was because he was tired so I tried to put him to sleep. Which of course didn't work. As soon as he realized what my motive was for rocking him, he pushed himself up and complained. So I put him down to play while I served and prepared dishes in Cafe World. (A very addictive game from Zynga on Facebook and also a complete waste of time but what the heck.)

When the domestic worker, Joyce, arrived, she gave Zander porridge and put him down to play again. By now it was already around 8 am. After a while I turned around from where I was busy on the computer and this was what I saw:

Little bugger discovered my cd's today and pulled some out, one by one.

The other day Zander was sitting in his clip on high chair by the kitchen table, munching away on some finger foods to keep him occupied while I prepared supper. Chris was outside watering the garden. I didn't really take much notice at what Zander was doing all the time. I'm sure you know what it's like when you're busy with 100 things at one time? You just occasionally glance at them to check if they're still ok, right?


Then Chris came in to get a glass of water and casually asked me what I gave Zander to eat, pointing at the floor and asking, "what's that?”. I didn't really care to look, I just glanced quickly at what Chris was pointing at, telling Chris at the same time that I gave Zander small cut pieces of a pear, figuring in my head that Zander dropped some pieces on the floor like he always does.

Then it registered with me!

Whatever was on the floor was definitely not something I gave Zander to eat. It was not even remotely looking like pear in any form. It was dark brown and in liquid form. Chris and I both confirmed our suspicion at the same time with a loud, shocked shout "It's crap, POOP!!” .

Still in denial, on closer inspection, we found that the poop was running down his legs, dripping on the kitchen floor.

Needless to say, we picked him up very carefully and dumped him in the bathtub, clothes and all.

My guess is that this episode was just one of many others to come, which at the time wasn't funny, but is now.

I would love to hear about similar episodes happening to other parents, I'm sure it happens all the time!

At last I’m able to write on my blog again.


Poor Zander has been so ill since last week, I just didn’t get time to write here. Sadly we also missed out on a planned get together with Karen and Dries on Saturday.

Friday evening we had to rush Zander to casualties because he had problems breathing.  The doctor there told us that Zander has an upper airway infection. He wanted to admit Zander to the hospital for the night, but we decided to first nebulize him and see what happens.

The nurse at casualties warned us not to let the mask touch Zander’s face as it can be quite intimidating to babies and young children, and it might just upset him. Amazingly Zander loves the nebulizer! When we turn it on, his face lights up and he holds his face for us to put the mask on. After a few minutes he nods off to a peaceful sleep. It must be because of the sound of the nebulizer, as it’s  “white noise”. It is so funny. We now refer to Zander as our little nebulizer addict.

The nebulizer worked like a bomb. Zander was still a little ill when he got christened on Sunday (He was crying all the time, what a nightmare!).  Today he’s almost his old, chirpy, funny, self again.

We never thought it necessary to buy a nebulizer as we already have a humidifier for his room. Now I regret ever buying a humidifier, and not rather the nebulizer!

Three hoorays to one of the best inventions ever!