Best Laid Plans

Last Friday was Evan’s 4th birthday.  All the old clichés fit as normal…where did the time go, it seems like only yesterday, football is a game of two hal…oops.  Making Evan’s birthday special (the last one that he can celebrate all day long without school getting in the way for a while) was always going to be a challenge.  Fitting it around Holly’s feeding times meant that what we could do, when and where were all part of the formula (no pun intended).  So we decided bowling was a good option, then lunch, Fiddlesticks (the music group so he can be made a fuss of) and then back home for pressies with Granny and Granddad.  As is synonymous with my wife’s family, the plans changed.  Karen, her sister, wasn’t going to be able to make it.  Instead, they were going to come up after the party on Saturday for cake and pressies.  But, by 4:45, that all changed…and to be honest, for once it was just good karma.

Just as we were thinking of lighting the candles for Evan’s cake Nicola feels an urge to hit the loo.  30 seconds later and its all squeals of horror.   Blood everywhere.  We had something similar 3 days after Holly was born, but we thought that was it.  I won’t go into great detail (especially helpful if you were thinking of eating anytime soon) but it would seem a retained placenta was likely diagnosis.  Cue ambulance (yes, the blood was that bad).  Action stations…Karen takes Evan, the Grandparents are given a crash course in the only 2 formula feeds Holly has (wasn’t that convenient).

By 11:30 pm she was in theatre and was now looking at at least 12 hours of observation.  12 turned to 18 and with that meant that she was going to miss Evan’s party.  It was already agreed last week that Karen and her mum would do the food.  It was just too much with Holly being so young.  So in many ways, this party was perfectly suited for her NOT to be there.  Clearly no mum wants to miss the party but in reality her input was complete a week ago (ideas, bits, pieces, invites, coordinating, etc etc etc).  I did feel for her when it was time to sing happy birthday.  We rang her and held the phone up so she could hear.  It was bittersweet as you might imagine.  Evan coped.

She only made it out today at 5:30pm proving, the best laid plans…well, you can fill in your own cliché!

I had always planned to try a mini photo booth…something a little different for the party bag

BTW…I’m going to be laying low on the blog for a week or so.  On a course, busy weekend etc.  So do have a good one!

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