Gearing up for School Camp as an Allergy Sufferer

All of the dressings and bandages hanging up to dry

My big guy is a great kid and on the whole, he doesn't complain too much (other than jobs, homework, the usual nearly 12 year old kinda stuff).  He and I both know that there are a lot of other kids out there who have a whole bunch of things that are actually really hard to deal with.   We know that because we have had to spent a lot of our years popping into have his regular checkups, fine tunings if you like, over the last 10 years at the Royal Children's Hospital.  He sufferers from asthma, eczema (it has taken me 10 years to learn how to spell that word) and rhinitis, and his youngest brother suffers, to a milder degree, the same as well as food anaphylaxis.

For my 3 guys, though, life goes on, they still have to muck in, run around, eat stuff, fight, get into trouble and just generally behave like normal kids, and we are just a normal family probably, except for odd the ventolin inhalers and epipens hanging around and multiple tubes of cream, oil and ointment in the bathroom.

Anyway, I do tend to get a little fatigued with it all occasionally (I wonder if there is such a condition as an "Allergy-Mum-Fatigue"...if so, I may have caught it).  So when it came to bedtime last night, and he told me 'His Worries' (which seems to be a nightly routine at the moment, after bedtime....), which were about going to camp next week with his skin being out of control, I had a sudden onset of Chronic-Allergy-Mum-Fatigue and was waning between exhaustion and screaming at the same time.  After recovering, I then proceeded to oint (is there such a word), cream and dress his itchy patches and explained that I-was-in-charge-from-here-until-camp-so-listen-to-me-or ... but I couldn't think of what to say after or as I had calmed down by then and realised that by now I had already missed so much of "The September Issue" that it didn't matter anyway.

So from here until camp next week, it is my rules (which means I will be spending 3 times a day treating his skin so that he will have gorgeous skin that women would kill for...maybe I should do mine as well...) and then he will be able to play in the sea to his hearts content on camp, and I will mop up the mess after camp again and before the holiday camp that he is signed up for.  *sigh*

The things no-one told me before I became a mother.  Luckily I adore my boys!

My Shadow, my unwelcome friend.


Half of my head is a shadow.  I sit still, trying to feel a part of the conversation.   Laughter does not come, words do not flow.  A smile, a half arsed, fake, hard work smile is all I can manage.

I know that I would be best placed being elsewhere, anywhere, it wouldn't matter where, but there is nowhere to go.  I am it.  I am mum and I am on duty.  I need to listen.  This is the third day now of my head in this state and this is all I know.

I have lived like this for years.  I don't even know when exactly it began; when asked, I say, "12", to pull a number out of the hat.

I massage the lump of muscle at my jaw.

I do know that by 16, my father was terribly concerned about the amount of pain killers I was taking, so I know that it had built up before then.

My 10 year old talks loudly, my 8 year old drops something.  I snap, "MY HEAD!"

They know.  Sweet boys.  They have lived with it since birth.  I don't retreat too often as I would not have a life. I just let the pain come with me, my shadow, my unwelcome friend.  The one I didn't ask to come along.

"Mum, don't you have book club tonight?" my 11 year old asks.  My sadness that I can't shake my pain away, again.  This will be the third one I have missed this year.

Hunger is Painful

The boys doing some hard yakka during the day

Our family decided to do the 40 hour famine together as an all-in-together kinda thing, with everyone giving up something (or a few things) to really make sure that we really understood what it was like to go without.  That was what we had signed up for, but once we had started, on the Saturday morning the boys (aged 8, 10 & 11) were really pumped to go without food for as long as they could, even though the 8 year old had said he would go without furniture, gameboys, electronics and just eat basic food (rice & lentils) to understand the refugee camp life.  I thought that was probably more than enough for a little tacker.  The other two had pledged to go without for 8 hours and then eat the basic food as well.  The 10 year old said he would go without electronics, reading and furniture (all tough stuff for a 10 year old boy) and the 11 year old (the great reader) said he would give up reading, furniture, and 8 hours of food.  So, I was a little surprised when they said they were going to go for as long as they could without food.  My husband wasn't sure that he could even survive without breaky.  I convinced him to give it a go and slipped him a barley sugar.  He is one of those stick figures with that incredibly high metabolism who have always eaten every two hours or he starts getting a little vague and tired, and never in his life put on any (and I mean any) weight, no matter what or how much he has eaten.

The guys plunged headlong into a backyard blitz project that not only took their minds off their hunger and food, but the time and the fact that they couldn't sit down or play on any electronic things or read.  By the mid afternoon, the day began to loom, and the energy levels dropped.  The eight year old was getting quite restless and annoyed, and no amount of barley sugars was going to hit the spot with him  I suggested a little bowl of rice for him and it was the answer.  He felt much calmer.   The boys by now had given up of the hard yards of the digging and were doing some drawing, but were getting annoyed with this as well, so I found a game that we hadn't played for ages and took this out.  It all became about distraction.

My husband kept digging.  Once the game was over I took at look at the yard and found him slumped and pale sitting in the dirt leaning on the fence.  Time for a little bowl of rice.  His metabolism wasn't really made for no food and hard yakka.  He had gone for 17 hours, and the rice really lifted him.  Rice really is a super food.

The 10 & 11 year old persisted and by the 23.5 hour mark, the pain of it was really showing.  The 11 year old had done so much hard work and he had now run out of everything.  I wanted him to eat a little bit of rice and lentils but he was crying in anger.  The 10 year old was refusing point blank, but we knew that by now he really needed a little something.  We talked about how the 40 hour famine is about the sponsorship and learning from the experience, but not competition.  I peeled a mandarin, put the rice and lentils in front of them, and we made some toast for them.  Eventually they ate a little and stopped crying and calmed down.  It gave us a chance to talk about what Hunger really feels like, because now they know.  They talked about how Lily in East Timor (who was in the World Vision video) must feel only eating one meal a day, and how maybe she might cry with hunger sometimes.

They also talked about how they could probably eat less all the time.  I think that we all can.

Me, I found it tough too personally.  It was tough going without furniture, finding somewhere to sit on the ground, and the hard old camping mattress.  Cooking food and not being able to eat it was tough, but the toughest thing for me as a mother was having to manage a hungry family and wanting to just feed them.  Of course, in the end I did, as I made the decision that they were too young.  If I was, say in East Timor, I may not have been able to make that decision.  A mother there doesn't have the opportunities that I have here, the barley sugars to keep them going, knowing that it will end on Sunday at lunch time, knowing that there is always an opt out if they fall apart.  We are a land of opportunity, even us, who have so little, still have so much.

It was a great experience for all of us, especially doing it as a family.  In the middle of it, the boys were crying that they would never do it again.  At the end, they were planning what they were going to give up next year.

All up this year so far our family together has raised $895 to help end Global Hunger. If you want to do your bit to help end Global Hunger, the links to each of our profiles are:

Frank 
John
Peter
Matt
Meg 

40 Hour Famine family experience





It all began with my 11 year old trawling around on the Internet a couple of weeks ago.  He stumbled onto the 40 hour famine website and immediately said "I want to do that!"  I said, "Sure," (I was in the middle of something) "I'll have a look at it later, but I don't reckon that you will be able to fast for the 40 hours at your age, but there might be other things you can do."  
He has a great memory (much better than mine) and has stuck at it from then until, well, the other day when I finally got around to doing it.  In the meantime, he has drummed up support from his 2 brothers who have been concocting ideas of what they may give up, and they have been talking to their teachers.  Our youngest (8 year old) even had a practise day at school of not using any furniture at school for the day.  Needless to say the teacher was impressed that he has the will power to do it.
So this August, our family are going to do the 40 hour famine together for the first time! We have sat down to work out what we are giving up:


Frank (11yrs old) is giving up:
reading
8 hours of food
use of furniture


John (10yrs old) is giving up:
reading
electronics
8 hours of food
use of furniture


Peter (8yrs old) is giving up:
furniture 
electronics
gameboys


Matt is giving up:
Furniture
phones & internet
8 hours of food


I will give up:
Food
furniture
phone & internet


We made a decision that the food that was going to be eaten by the members of the family that needed to eat would be basic, the essentials only, like what people who are in refugee camps may get, so it will be rice, oats and lentils.  


If you would like to donate to World Vision 40 hour famine to help fight Global Hunger and support us, the URL's are:


Frank 
John
Peter
Matt
Meg 


If you would like to join us in the fight, go to World Vision, 40 hour famine site and join up! It's not too late.

Mid-life Crisis


I am going through changes...not like when a girl grow boobs, but changes like working out how to schedule myself with a great sea of time that needs to be filled and huge amounts of "things" to fill it.  Wondrous things that I have always wanted to do, finally being able to do them and batting people off whilst they try to fill them up.

Finally a mind free to be able to use and time available to do what I want to do!  My mum asked if I was going through a mid-life crisis...I thought that I was too young (I still feel like that 20 something year old in a slightly older body), so the answer to that would be a great big fat NO!  I have just decided after all these years to finally give myself the time that I want and need to do want I really feel passionate about. Writing.  This takes time.  And discipline.  Lots of it.

At the moment, I feel like my cat that I used to have (called Woosey - she really wasn't one, she was always picking fights and coming home scratched up) turning round and round and round, trying to get comfortable, sorting myself out, clearing my head and my space, sorting my brain and thoughts, my scattered threads out, drawing them together, learning how, and where I can work.  Retraining myself and putting some rules up for myself, throwing some goals out there... Trying not to sit in the pantry eating or lie in bed resting!

When I'm not berating myself to go back to work, I've got study to do, family to feed, and a small part time job still...life goes on to hopefully stop me going completely bonkers and just wearing 6 jumpers to keep warm and looking like a crazed woman as the kids walk in the door after school.

Egg Free Recipe: Sultana, Cheese 'n Oat Bars

When we found out that my youngest son was allergic to a whole bunch of foods including eggs at the grand old age of 7 months I had to find recipes that would work for us.  Eggs, I found, turned out to be quite difficult to replace in baking, so I have hunted high and low and made up recipes along the way.  Here is one of them.  

Sultana, Cheese ‘n Oat Bars

This is one of my mum’s recipes that she often made with the kids when they went down to her place for a play.  They would come back with plastic containers full of it to feast on.  Savoury, yet sweet.

Ingredients:

1 ½  cups plain flour
½ teaspoon baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
1 ½ cups rolled oats
1 cup brown sugar
185 g butter
3 tablespoons apricot jam (you can use any jam and homemade jam is really yummy)
125g grated tasty cheese
1 cup sultanas

Method:

Preheat oven to Sift the flour, baking powder, sugar and salt.
Rub in the butter until it resembles breadcrumbs.
Add the oats.
Press half of the mixture into the base of an 18cm x 28cm slice tray.
Spread the jam over the mixture in the tray.
Sprinkle the cheese over the jam.
Sprinkle the sultanas over the jam.
Spread the remaining crumble mixture over the filling, pressing down so that the oats will not flake off and become dry.
Bake in a moderate over 35-40 minutes or until golden brown.
Cool and slice.

Preparation time: 20 minutes
Cooking time: 40 minutes

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins - book review



I initially began to read this as I had bought it for Frank for class (grade 6) and the girl in Readings bookshop suggested that due to the themes inside, I may wish to read it as well so that we could discuss it.


The story is of the Nation Panem in the future where an annual TV reality show is about to take place.  Twelve girls and twelve boys are selected each of the Districts (a pair from each) and they must fight each other to death until there is a winner. 


The "game" or The Games" as is it is known take place in Capital where there is wealth and glamour and people appear to be ageless.


The Districts provide the Capital with everything that is needed and they are all comparatively poor.


The story focuses on District 12 (each District is known only by number), one of the poorest of the Districts and Katniss, who is a very good (illegal) hunter in the adjoining (out-of-bounds) woods with her friend Gale.  Most people of the District work in the Seam (coal). 


Katniss' sister and Peeta (the Baker's son) are selected for the game and Katniss volunteers to go instead of her sister as she had always protected her mother and sister since her father had died.  Peeta and Katniss have to learn whether or not to trust each other as the controllers, or the Gamemakers, manipulate them during the game, and they learn a lot about themselves, the others in the games and each other and the extent that humans will go to in order to save themselves.  


This is a story of struggle for identity and survival.  It is at times horrific and frightening and truly dark.  This is not much sense of hope in this story for the reader.  Appropriate for the 11 year old age bracket that is on the back of the book?  I am not really sure about that.  I think that this book is a little dark for this age bracket.  I think that that this age group needs more hope to hold on to.

Boys and Guns



I have 3 boys and I don't like violence.

I have always kept guns away from my boys, yet they have managed throughout their short lives to find guns and "killing games" in their fingers and with their imagination and with sticks.  I have tried to distract them with, when they were younger, playdough and craft, sandpits and active play, yet, there was always a way for the fighting and killing to make a way back in.  This was particularly evident when playing with other boys.

Still, at the ages of 12, 11 & 8, they still had no guns (if we didn't count the one that came with the Elastic Making Kit for shooting rubber bands that has been used many times for other purposes).

Today after much begging a pleading, my husband was coerced into taking them to Kmart to spend their saved up pocket money on Lego.  Much counting up had been done prior to going, and much waiting, and cleaning of the house had to be done first.

Needless to say I was incredibly surprised to find 3 boys walk in the door with an armoury of guns.  One shot gun, two pistols and a rifle. Nerf guns. Ri-ight....

Now, I know that they are "toys", but, I am wondering (only 3 hours later) as I watch the boys constantly loading and reloading them with such intensity, how good these toys are.    It does scare me to see boys behaving this way.  I cannot imagine a girl getting a toy like this and finding such enjoyment.  Being a mother of boys is a constant eye opener for me.  They really think completely differently to me.  I look at it and think of the child soldiers in Africa, yet they are just (I hope) having fun.  Maybe as a mother, I am thinking too much about this.  Baah....Let's hope they break soon.

On My Bedside Table





This is what is currently on my bedside table:


The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder
Keep Him My Country by Mary Durack
Women of the Outback by Sue Williams
Sons in the Saddle by Mary Duraack
The Last of the Nomads by WJ Peasley
Why Weren't We Told by Henry Reynolds
Guantanamo my Journey by David Hicks
My 3 finished journals from my trip around Australia
Shadow by Michael Morpurgo
My book review notebook
My visual journal
NIV Study Bible
My current Journal
2 Pens
Glass of Water
2 Foil Sculptures (one made by my son John & other by my son Peter)
Jar of Vicks
Pair of Scissors
My Pindan rock
1 Peg
Vick inhaler stick
Little notebook
Card from son Peter to Get Well
Seven Studies on the Holy Spirit Pentecost 2011


Yep, a little overloaded, and no, I am not reading all at once, they are all on my "to be read" list.  The Hunger Games I have just finished (will do a review) and is waiting for me to finish the review, and next up is The Last of the Nomads.  

What is on your bedside table?

Return to Writing and Reflecting





A few words...I'm back.  I not only survived travelling (read about it over here) with my husband and 3 boys in the close confines of a car and tent for 9 months, but grew as a person out of it.  My silence has been part of this growth.  Part of inner reflection, trying to understand what it all means and what to do with these changes.


I read only one book last year (other than the Hema Map of Australia) and that was Barack Obama's book, Dreams from My Father (great by the way, a real insight into the leader of the biggest first world country) due to so many other things to do and lack of lighting at night.  






I am making up for it this year and in my tiny spare moments, reading until my eyes shut themselves.


My plan for this blog is a little revamp, more opinions, thoughts here and there in addition to updates on the books I have been reading, the occasional bit of prose... 


Feedback as you wish.