The lead up to Easter this year was spent keeping a giant secret from my mum which is kind of hard when you have 3 siblings in on the secret as well.
The secret was that Cat, Mike and Rory would be coming for Easter to surprise my mum.
It started out as a surprise for everyone but some people aren't good at keeping secrets (that person being me).
Mum had expressed to me that she wished Rory could be here for Easter and I told her that I had already discussed it with Cat and it was just too risky, he was still too little to fly and she fell for it hook line and sinker. What a sucker. I even threw in, for good measure, that we would have to listen to Cat cry about how she wasn't with the rest of the family.
Joey got on board and decided to mess with Cat, telling her that he had booked flights to Perth for Easter and could she pick him up? She felt terrible that he had 'wasted money' on a ticket and ended up telling him she was coming (of course, he already knew this).
I had to hear the following for a whole week before he told her the truth:
"Isn't bubby Joe the best??"
"Can you believe he would try and surprise us for Rorys first Easter?"
"I can't believe he is so sweet, it's so un-joey like"
Yeah. Real sweet, isn't he? Little bastard. I have never rolled my eyes so much during phone conversations as these ones.
The plan was for us to skype Cat and then she walks in the door but of course mum was impatient and didn't want to skype using my phone so went back out into the living room to get the iPad just as Cat walks in the front door.
I think that we are probably lucky that mum didn't have a heart attack. She couldn't stop shaking!
Rory is like "yeah, I'm here. What of it?". He's so chill.
How awesome are these cupcakes?!
The Easter Bunny isn't very cute in our family...
But the kids who participate in the hunt sure are!
Uncle Luiey swoops in, freaks her out for a while and then swoops back out.
Nelly had been struggling for a few days, generally quite miserable, off her food and drooling a lot so I chalked it up to a new tooth coming through.
Saturday evening she started to cough, a real bark of a cough and by 9:10pm I was on the phone to 000.
She had started to cough really severely in her sleep and then I could hear her gasping for air through the monitor, burst in to her room and she was really struggling so I rang 000 and an ambulance was here within 4 minutes, as well as another paramedic in a separate car.
We were bundled in to the ambulance and told she had bad Croup.
As the paramedic tried to attach something to Nelly she bit her. I was assured that she had been bitten by much worse than a 13 month old but still!
My poor girl was working so hard to breathe but the ambulance drive soothed her a little. We arrived at Monash and Nelly had started to calm down, but as soon as a doctor tried to test her oxygen levels she lost her cool again. She was beyond distraught this time and another doctor ran around, told us to get her to another room and put her on oxygen NOW.
So, we run to the room with the oxygen, Nelly spots a turtle toy and is COMPLETELY FINE. Practically sitting there playing and singing La La Laaaa.
Well, not completely fine as she still had a strong stridor but she no longer needed the oxygen and the doctor who had ran in saying she needed it was left scratching his head and exclaiming "how is this the same child????".
The steroids that they gave her worked quickly but she was kept overnight for observation.
We were given both a hospital bed and a cot for her but she would only sleep in my arms so I sat on a little chair all night with her in my arms. At one stage around 3am I managed to lay down on the bed whilst she breastfed herself back to sleep and I started to doze off but of course they came in to check her 10 minutes later, waking her back up.
"Mum, I think that if I rattle the cot loud enough, nobody will get any sleep!!"
I had a moment of complete exhaustion at 4am as I was pacing the halls with a screaming, inconsolable baby in my arms when a doctor offered her a dummy and I jumped at the chance. She just threw it. No interest whatsoever.
We were discharged at 7am and as soon as we got home, both Nelly and I went to bed and when she woke up The Husband wrangled her so I could get some more sleep.
She is still fairly unwell but it improving day by day.
Back when we could get a smile out of her...
Baba does a great job at decorating the eggs for Easter and this year Nelly was able to crack a few herself.
I hope that your Easter was spent in better health than ours!
What did you do?