OrganiSed Chaos

Some fairy dust for Miss Stella as she goes home today.
Yes, after more than 3 long weeks, finally the words we’ve been waiting to hear.
As I type, she is having the stitches out of her knee.
Her drip was the first thing to go, which I’m sure she was pleased to see the back of.
I know her mother was, and so are we.
I’m not able to express what I’m feeling, but I can tell you it’s very warm and fuzzy inside me right now.
There have been many sleepless nights, unwanted thoughts and worries, and that’s just Mark and I.
As a parent, I can only imagine the emotional roller coaster Tash and Stick have been on, and that’s not to mention the logistics of the last 3 weeks.
There are 4 children in the family I speak of, and a father who has needed to be all things to the 3 boys while Tash was with Stella in hospital, one of which was quite some distance from home.
Tonight I’ll sleep well knowing this precious little girl is home in her own bed, and that Tash will be able to tuck all the kids in before she goes to sleep in her own bed, safe in the knowledge her family are where they belong.
Together and at home.
Mark, it was only a few hours late, but you did get that phone call you wanted so badly

Little Miss Stella has been in hospital for 10 days, much to everyone’s dismay.
What started as a temperature due to an infection in her knee joint has morphed into 2 operations, an IV for antibiotics, painkillers, regular blood tests, and now, a blood transfusion.
When I’m troubled, worried, or distressed, or if something comes from deep inside me, I use fairies.
This fairy is for a very precious little girl.
We don’t see a lot of Tasha’s 4 children, but we were lucky enough to spend a week with them at Christmas.
Inside 5 minutes this little minx had wrapped us around her little finger.
She is not the apple of her mothers eye.
Oh no!
In her mothers words “She’s the whole bloody tree”
The youngest of 4, and the only girl.
An unexpected little girl in a family of boys, and oh so very, very loved.
This fairy is to keep her safe, help her heal, send her home to her loving parents and brothers, and to put this trying time behind her.
Tash has been beside her every step of the way, and the strength she has shown is nothing less than remarkable, and makes me swell with pride.
To see another of my daughters go through hell with one of their children has me sleepless, restless and decidedly difficult to get along with.
Being so far away is very difficult, and I’ve had to fight the urge to fly down.
With Mel it was different.
I could be there and hold her when she needed to be held, soothe if I could and give her a shoulder to lean on.
Not this time.
Maybe with the posting of Stella’s fairy, sleep will come, fairy dust will surround this precious little girl and hopefully some magic will help her, and her mother, along?
I pray it does.

Not exactly sure who looks the happiest here, Poppy or Zoe.
It’s hard to tell I think.
There is nothing quite like the bond between grandfather and granddaughter is there?
I must give credit to Kelly for the pic, which was taken at Christmas.
There were many more she took, but this is my favourite, if for nothing other than the happiness that is evident in both of them.

I really need to get ready for work, but felt I should so a quick post for those following the trials and tribulations currently being experienced by our little boy.
It seems the Fairy of Hope and all the prayers worked, so today I have the Fairy of Joy for Mel and Steve.
Lucas has had his surgery, and all is well.
After an agonising 2 1/2 hour wait, Mel was told she could go down to recovery and see their precious little munchkin.
20 mins later he was back in his room, and whilst still feeling the affects of the anesthetic, he was ok, and that’s what counted.
What needed to be done had been done, so all was well.
They were told he wouldn’t want to feed until today, but in true fighting Aussie spirit, he proved them wrong and at around 8.30 last night, I received a text message saying he WAS feeding.
This morning I’m told he’s all smiles for his Mum, which in turn makes her smile, and helps her forget the exhausting, emotional day they had yesterday.
Cannot even begin to tell you how much we all appreciate the comments and emails we’ve received.
Mel and Steve have asked I pass on their thanks to everyone who has expressed their concern, and sent their good wishes.
They’re quite amazed at the level of support shown by everybody, but grateful all the same.
As for me, well, it’s times like these I’m reminded why blogging keeps calling me back, every time I think I’m done.
You guys are the absolute best!

Miss you guys already.
Glad you’re finally DownUnder . . .
Just dipped my finger into the Vegemite jar you so graciously left behind.
YumYum, Pigs Bum . . .
Welcome home.
{{{hugs}}}
~m & p

This was written and scheduled on Friday afternoon {Boston time} and it’s a very special thank you post, for some very special people.
People who we always knew would affect our lives in ways that would be nothing less than magical.
It wasn’t an expectation, we just knew what it would be like.
People who about an hour before this published, we cried like babies with, because it was time for us to leave.
We will have clung to each other as if we were drowning, not wanting to let go, yet knowing we had to.
Life, and reality, call. As do responsibilities, commitment, and that most precious of all things. Family.
They all speak to us in the same way they do to every adult person alive.
Loudly and insistently.
They cannot be ignored can they?
Michael and Pamela.
Mark and I thank you deeply for the privilege you afforded us this past week.
We thank you for allowing us into your life and your home, but mostly we thank you for taking us into your hearts.
You took in 2 people who were essentially, strangers, and let us stay with you as you would have people you’ve known your whole lives.
I cannot begin to tell you what that meant to us.
If I wrote 10 million words, it wouldn’t come close.
Please know, if ever you come to Australia, our home is your home.
For as long as you wish.
Like us, you do not admit people to your lives easily, so we fully understand how big a thing this was for you to do, and we appreciate it more than you will ever know.
Pam, I’m smiling because I just know you’re smiling as you read this, albeit with tears still.
{and you have your living room back and you can see your hope chest again!!}
Your endless patience and willingness to accept 2 crazy Australians into your home has astounded us.

Sarah, Jenna and Hannah.
To the 3 of we also say thank you for the welcome you gave us.
The patience you exhibited when we 4 old farts were sitting up late at night talking and drinking and laughing and drinking and generally behaving like maniacs was appreciated immensely.
Your father has never spoken of you all in anything less than glowing terms, and now we know why.
All of you are as special as the parents who created you.
Sarah, keep at your studies and you can become anything you want to be. With Jon by your side and your family behind you, there is little you cannot face, regardless of what it may be.
Jenna, keep dancing to the beat of your own drum. It’s what makes you the remarkable individual that you are, and one I’m enormously proud to know.
Hannah.
Our very own little tour guide.
What would we have done without you honey?
You made us laugh, you spent more time with us than you did with your parents, and lit every last one of days for us in ways we never expected.
You were an absolute delight to spend time with.
Please try hard not to trip in your journey through life though.
You trip on everything else, and that’s more than enough for me !!!
Sheesh!!

Mark will miss his little buddy badly, I know. He won’t have anyone to play with now.
Please know we will miss you more than it’s possible to describe, for so many reasons.
I also thank the 3 of you for being so willing to share your parents in the most unselfish way possible.
After all, it was your holiday as well.

We enjoyed our time with the 5 of you enormously, and will be counting the days till we can do it all again.
Please don’t be sad that we’re gone.
Look forward to the day we return, because we will return.
Make no mistake about that.
We love all of you to bits and just wanted to let you know
Love
Moe and Mark