And the award for worst blogger ever goes to...

Me! So, two kids that don't stop moving from the second they wake up in the morning, (usually 6am, 5am lately.) until the second they go to bed at night, makes it very difficult to sit and write these blogs. And I'm not even exaggerating. They're both like little Duracell bunnies that get high on oxygen. It is EXHAUSTING. And to make it even more fun, if Alba even so much as blinks at Jacob, he totally loses his shit. I thought "Ah, 2 year age gap, they'll be the best of friends, they'll play together so lovely." Nope. I am an idiot. So, the blog gets neglected. Don't worry, it's not the only thing I've forgotten about. My hair, my eyebrows, I can't remember when I last cleaned my bathroom with something other than baby wipes. The dog probably hasn't had an affectionate cuddle or human contact that wasn't being shoved out of the way/tripped over/being rode by a small human for months. I'm not even sure Rich still lives here. I forget to speak to him lately too. Okay, that last one was a joke. He lives here, I just don't talk to him.

Anyways, besides all that, yesterday was 3 years since D-day. Or diagnosis day. Or the start of Jacobs fight. Whatever you prefer. It was also Rich's birthday, but I also forgot about that. Not really. He got a Colin the Caterpillar cake of course. This year is the first year it hasn't gotten me down. I thought about it of course and still remember it like it was yesterday. But  I didn't sit moping about it. I normally feel really anxious leading up to it, apparently it's quite normal. But it was lot less this time. Just seeing Jacob now, a crazy three year old is so different to what I thought he'd be like now. I really wish the me then could have come and met the me now. But then it wouldn't have been so much of a journey would it?! 

Jacobs had two check ups since the last blog. His vision is slowly improving. The IAC has left behind alot of damage and they've seen slight improvement each time. His retina has finally reattached but we are just playing the waiting game on the vision. He can see around two metres in front now which has dramatically improved from the 20 centimetres he could see 2 months ago. He does brilliantly at home and is slowly starting to be able to point things out in books again. He still doesn't manage depth or change in surface well. So steps, kerbs, shadows. He stops and panics alot. Steps, he tries to sit down and shimmy down them. He did this on the underground last week and I absolutely went into meltdown over the germs. He has to be carried alot in new or unfamiliar places too. It could improve, it could not. He's still not fussed over his iPad, and he only likes things on TV that he has seen a hundred times before. Which is Peppa Pig at the moment. I hate the spoilt little brat. I wish one of her little mates would give her a slap.
The good news is that Jacobs tumour is stable still. As tough as the vision thing is, if it means he is finally free of this nasty little disease, then it's worth it.

Jacob starts preschool in September, he will be going four mornings a week. He's moving up from the toddler room! I'm so excited as it will be great routine for him and I know he will love it. He's going to have a key worker all to himself which is brilliant, so I know he will be well looked after. They normally have around 8 children to one adult, but his nursery have got some additional funding for Jacob so he has the best care possible there. I was really upset at the thought of him having "extra help" at first, but at the end of the day, if it alleviates pressure on the nursery and makes Jacob more comfortable then that's fine with me. I wouldn't want him to go anywhere else and I love the girls there and know they'd come to me if they had any questions or there were any problems. I'm also looking forward to spending some time with Alba, just the girls! Jacob isn't really into baby groups anymore and all the ones Jacob was going to at Alba's age, he isn't interested in, so she kind of misses out. So I will definitely be taking her to a few groups. Although I'm sure she will just cling onto me for dear life when approached by a stranger!

We've had some glorious weather here too! Here's a few pics from recently, we've had a few little adventures to the seaside and the Natural History Museum too! Oh and to see Queenie! 

Last day at nursery! 

Hope you've enjoyed this little update. I'd say I'll try and keep these coming regularly, but I can't promise anything. Maybe my kids will start enjoying quiet, still activities soon...

One down...

So intra-arterial chemo number one is done. It has been a stressful few days. But we are on the otherside. We left for Great Ormond Street on Tuesday morning, dropped Alba at my Dad's, which was absolutely awful. Her little face when I left killed me. I cried the whole way to the station. We got to the station to find that I didn't leave the house keys for my sister in law... I wanted to cry. I absolutely hate trains anyway and Jacob and Me had to leave then if we were going to make it on time. So Rich left and drove the keys back and planned to meet us at GOSH. The train ride there wasn't too bad and Jacob was really well behaved. The hardest part was carrying our bags. I didn't think Rich would feel too great about carrying my very floral, very girly Cath Kidston overnight bag so I took it with me. Jacob had an echo, which is basically an ultrasound on his heart, an ECG and something called Visual evoked potential (VEP) and electroretinogram (ERG) tests. They all went really well and Jacob sat really good for all of them. We were finished for the day by 3.30pm so after we went to our hotel, which GOSH had arranged for us. I'd really hoped we'd be staying in the hospital or the parents hotel next door but there wasn't room for us and as I'm such a wimp, I'd have felt much better there. The hotel was okay, but all I kept picturing was scenes from "The Shining." Yes, I'm dramatic.

As we had some time to kill, we went to Hamley's toy store and the Disney Store and Jacob absolutely loved it. He came away with a new Spiderman figure too which he was very pleased about.

Rich came home to Alba so left the hotel around 9pm. I'd hoped I would sleep really well as Jacob was in bed with me and I wouldn't have a night feed to do. However, the wacky city of London had other ideas. So many sirens!! I hardly slept at all and when my alarm went off at 6am, I wanted to cry. Jacob and me went back to the hospital and was given a room for the day on a ward. Rich ended up running really late and didn't make it in time to see Jacob before he went down to theatre. Jacob was sobbing and screaming for Rich on our way down to theatre which was awful, but once there he calmed down and went to sleep well. I got really emotional this time round, he's been put to sleep so many times but it's been a long time since it was going to be for an actual procedure. The doctors said he would be asleep for anything upto 3 hours so I went back to the hotel to wait for Rich, then we had some breakfast. Jacob and was gone for two and a half hours in total. He was really upset when he came round but after a drink and a big cuddle we managed to calm him down. He had to lay still for 3 hours afterwards which wasn't as challenging as I thought it would be. And we managed to get him to dose back off to sleep. I snuck in a nap too!

I was so excited to see Alba when we got home, I missed her so so much and everytime I spoke to whoever was looking after her, I could hear her crying. The worst time was when I called my dad, then Jacob did something so I shouted "be careful!" And Alba heard me and absolutely fell to pieces. Totally didn't help with the missing her! 

Jacob has been very emotional since Wednesday, and he woke up crying at 5 this morning and was really sick. I called the hospital just to see if this was normal and they said it's very unlikely to be connected to the chemo. But it seems too much of a coincidence to be a bug!? He's been fine since this morning. Not much of an appetite but definitely more himself.

I feel such relief now the first treatment is done. I know what to expect now. And as always, Jacob absolutely stuns me with how brave he is and how he takes everything in his stride.

Lost.

I'm feeling quite lost again these last few days. Definitely like it's the beginning again. Even my mum said it feels like it. It must be the unknown. We haven't done this treatment before. We don't know what happens, what could happen, if he will lose his lashes or his eyebrows, or if it will even work. Jacobs consultant called from Great Ormond Street yesterday, and went through alot with us. The biggest bombshell was that he will be having an ECG and electrophysiology. We had no idea of this. It's standard procedure with this treatment. Another thing we didn't know. And apparently the electrophysiology can be painful. He will have those little pads put on his head and the electrical current will give them a detailed look at his eye and the vision in it. How it reacts. Another scary thing for Jacob to go through. Everyone keeps saying to me "it has to be done." Yes, it does, but until you have to watch your kid go through all of this, you have no idea how much you wish it didn't have to be done. How much you really wish you could take it away. How you would give up your eyes or your sight for them. How you'd be prodded and poked and put to sleep every other week instead of them. Parents would do anything for their children. I know every parent would. And the pain of having to watch your child go through something that you cannot take away is just incomprehensible. Every parent has been through it, I'm sure. But when it's your kid, you forget all the other parents and think of yours, how you would do it for them in a heartbeat. And you do feel like no one understands. And perhaps that's self centred. But I don't have the time to think of that. I am concentrating on keeping my kid happy. You block out your pain and upset and just try to act like everything is normal. Although I think it is normal to Jacob now. Every morning he wakes up and the first thing he says is "Can we go to the hospital?" I can't decide if it's cute or sad.

We went to Moorfields Eye Hospital on Thursday for Jacobs first appointment with his new prosthetist. My mum came with me as I was crazy enough to think taking Alba and the pram on the tube would be a piece of cake. The journey was absolutely vile and the way the TFL staff spoke to us was horrendous. When asking for help up the stairs after being told that we'd have to wait for a less busy train as we had a pram, we were told "It's not in our job description." Eventually someone helped us and we managed to get to street level and get a taxi. Still stressful. But we got to Jacobs appointment, even if we were 20 minutes late. His new prosthetist Nick was really lovely and he spent so much time perfecting Jacobs new eye. And really made effort with Jacob too which was great as he felt relaxed. He took a mould of Jacob's socket so hopefully the eye should be a perfect fit. He gets it in about 6 weeks. I'm so excited. The journey home wasn't half as bad, mainly because it wasn't very busy and we chose to get a taxi and go from Liverpool Street station which was much more pram friendly.

We are off to Great Ormond Street Hospital in the morning for Jacobs first appointment. Then back on Tuesday until Wednesday. It's going to be a very busy week. I am so worried about leaving Alba as she is such a mummy's girl and in all honestly, she's quite hard work so I always worry if she's left with someone. It's so much upheaval for both of the kids. And I am dreading staying overnight in GOSH on Tuesday night. Again, it's all the unknown. I'm sure I'll feel better when the first one is done and I know what to expect.

2 years.

Wow the last year has gone quick. Jacob had only just started walking this time last year. I was about to become pregnant. And Jacob was stable. So much has happened and although Jacob is back to having treatment, I know in another year from now things will probably be completely different again. Jacobs check up last week was a tough one again. He was an absolute sobbing wreck when I collected him from recovery after his EUA. The one good thing that happened this time was Jacob had fallen asleep before his turn to go down to theatre as he was second to last this time. He has never been that far down the list so I knew it was going to be hard. As soon as we got in the car in the morning, he was asking for a banana. He has a banana as soon as he gets up every single morning. Then when we got to the hospital, he was asking for juice. We managed to keep him entertained most of the morning with a ball, and we got to see Skylah again, who we met during chemotherapy. So they played together all morning, which was lovely. Jacob dosed off just before he was called to theatre so I carried him down as carefully as I could so he didn't wake. He jumped when they put the mask on him but then went straight back off to sleep. It was so much nicer than the crazed animal climbing all over me session we usually have. Jacobs consultant came to see pretty quick afterwards and explained he needed to give Jacob alot more cryotherapy as there is a little bulge on the tumour and it hadn't responded as well as they'd hoped. Absolutely gutted again, but it's just another bump in our road. It's so awful seeing Jacob in pain. He's older now and just cries so much more and is so much more aware of everything. The nurses could see he was clearly struggling to manage, so they gave him some oralmorph. Which totally wiped him out. He slept for about three hours and we aren't allowed to take him home until he is awake and has eaten and drank something. We ended up getting home around 4.30pm. My sister looked after Alba which was brilliant so Jacob had Rich and me all to himself at the hospital. And it was definitely a two person job this time, I was incapacitated under a sleeping toddler so Rich was my slave haha. I really missed Alba though, I've never left her for that long but she was in good hands! Plus, my nephew adores her so I knew she'd be okay. He constantly says "hello baby girl!" to her. He was devastated when he first met her and she wasn't Spiderman. We'd told him I was having a Spiderman baby and when he saw her he said "Char Char, I thought you were having a Spiderman baby?" I've never felt worse for lying to a child.
The distraction of Teddy meant Jacob wasn't quite so emotional that night or the next day as they came over to keep him entertained. I'm not good enough anymore. Jacob just says "I want to see Teddy!"

 Jacob and Skylah-Mae sightseeing.

Sleepy boy. 

Last week also marked the two year "anniversary" of Jacob's diagnosis. I absolutely dread it. It's also Rich's birthday on the same day, so I spent more time trying to think about that. We made birthday cards for him and I managed to get a painted footprint from Alba! Although Jacob saw this as a pass to paint her himself. I managed to stop him before any paint made it onto her, but stopping him from running around covered head to toe in paint and wielding a pot of red paint proved impossible. So I gave up and let him get on with it. It's washable paint, so I'd deal with it later! Jacob refused to wear clothes for the rest of the day. Another thing I dealt with later.

I've been trying to teach Jacob how to count for a while now but he just is not interested. I've always counted when carrying him down the stairs or if we are out and about, he just does not care for it. He says "1, 2, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6." I'm sure he will get it eventually. I remember helping teach Teddy to count using those foam number mats. But Jacob would rather throw the mats around than count. Any tips?! He has really come along with his speech though which is brilliant. He can say so many things now, asks for his lunch, tells me what he wants, tells me when something's wrong. It makes this parenting thing so much easier! He's due his two year check soon which I'm looking forward to. Our health visitor Claire is amazing and has given me some brilliant advice over the last two years. And she was there on the phone straight away when Alba was born and came round to see us. I rang her so many times in Alba's first few weeks when we were dealing with the reflux/colic issues and she was always one step ahead of me, ready with the prescription for her milk or booking a doctors appointment for her. Alba is due to be weighed this week, I'm so intrigued as to what she weighs now as she was 12lbs5oz 4 weeks ago and she has definitely grown a lot since then. She's officially in 0-3 month clothing which Jacob didn't wear until he was around 6 months. And size 3 nappies! Jacobs only in size 5's! It amazes me how different babies they both are. Both in looks and how they are. Obviously I know it was a different situation with Jacob as he was poorly and had trouble gaining weight but I think he would have been little anyway. I was a total bag of bones until I was about 12. Then the carbs found me. Haha. I've noticed how different Alba is with holding herself and her head up. It must be that extra chunk helping her out! Another big difference, actually HUGE, is Alba sleeps through the night! She has her last bottle normally between 8pm & 9pm and then sleeps until around 6. Not every night is like this and she has had a few where she's woken up and wanted feeding, but this is absolutely amazing regardless. I think every mum will agree that you don't ever feel like you will get a full nights sleep again when you've had a baby, but hopefully soon these nighttime wake up calls will be a thing of the past!

A few pics of what we've been up to recently...

We went to a couple of fun days in our local park with Jacobs friend Darcie. (Her mum is actually one of my friends but I don't think that counts after the kids are friends...haha.) 

 Not a great photo, but this was the red paint fiasco...

 Big girl napping in her cot. (Which Rich finally built after me nagging for 3 weeks!)

 Chalk and Cheese. How cool is Jacob's T-shirt?! Its from Next.

Cheeky chops.

More tantrums & Ice bucket challenges.

It's been a tiring couple of nights since Friday. We are still battling the transition from two to one nap and it's so hard! On Friday night, Jacob spent an hour screaming the house down at 2am before I gave in and brought him into our bed. He slept til 8.15 which was lovely, but it would have been much nicer if he was in his own bed! It was really nice for us all to wake up together and just relax in bed for a while, we don't normally get to do it because it's either too early so I come downstairs with Jacob, or we have somewhere to be. If it's a morning where we haven't got to be somewhere, I will normally bring Jacob into our room from his and we will watch tv and all have our cup of tea in bed, but it is so rare that this happens! Because Jacob woke up at 8.15, I thought he would skip his morning nap and have just the one after lunch, but bang on 10am, he wanted his morning nap. He slept for about half an hour, which seemed to be enough for the rest of the day, because despite extreme tantrums and crying and hanging off of me everywhere I went, the little boy did not want to sleep! We tried to put him down in his cot a few times after seeing the "tired" signs. This is normally the crankiness and he gets very whingey, and starts tugging at his ears and poking his artificial eye (which is just lovely.) We needed to pop out, and low and behold, Jacob fell asleep in the car at 5pm. I try really hard not to let him sleep past 4pm otherwise he is an absolute nightmare to get to bed because he's like a supercharged Duracell bunny if he sleeps past then. He had about 20 minutes in the car so was not a happy bunny when we woke him up for dinner. He's started to go to bed at 7pm too as his daytime sleeping has gone up the wall, and last night he just wasn't having any of it. He absolutely screamed the house down for an hour, it was so hard not to go up and sit with him, but we've done controlled crying with him before and it does work for us. So every ten minutes or so, I was going in, laying him back down and leaving again. My dad was visiting and after about five attempts he was like "it's a tantrum! He knows you'll go up, so just leave him!" I really hate it because he does get himself into such a state. I left it 15 minutes, and he went quiet, then five minutes later he was asleep. A crazy part of me thought that he'd sleep through as he'd wiped himself out throught his tantrum. But nope, 3am this morning and he was off again. I refused to give in this time as it would have been the 5th night this week he came into our bed. After 45 minutes of screaming and launching dummies across the hallway, I just stood next to his cot and he fell asleep. Probably another bad habit to get into, but one step at a time! He slept through until 7.15, so I can cope with that for today. My friend said it could be night terrors, as she had the same troubles with her little girl around this age. She said if you rouse them slightly around two hours after they go to sleep, it disturbs the sleep and therefore disturbs the pattern. So we are going to try that tonight! 

Jacob hasn't stopped toddling around now and everyone said how much harder it becomes once they're walking. But to be honest, I haven't found it much different, he is such a bulldozer anyway and climbs absolutely everything so I've had to have eyes in the back of my head for about 8 months now! The trouble now is that he actually wants to walk EVERYWHERE. In the supermarket, to the car, and if the front door opens, he's up on his feet and running for it! The neighbours must think I'm awful to live with because when I pick him up and close the door, the screams are like somebody is being murdered. We at currently battling the word "no." Jacob thinks it's the funniest word in the world because when I point and say "noooooo" in that voice that every parent seems to say it in, he just laughs at me. And then I laugh because I can't get over how cheeky he is. So it's going to be a tough one I think. Any tips!?

My little climber.

I could watch these two playing together for hours.

I did the "ALS Ice Bucket Challenge" tonight after being nominated by my sister. I think these things are such a brilliant idea, as long as people actually donate. I hated the "no make-up selfie" campaign to begin with as a lot of people were just using it as an excuse to post a picture and get likes, and not actually donate. After Cancer Research got onto it and people started donating, it was brilliant. So with the ALS challenge, I am all for it if people are donating, although watching people soak themselves with ice cold water is brilliant in itself. I did two buckets as I wanted to donate to CHECT too. They are such an amazing charity and I know it sounds silly, but I felt like I was cheating on them! Haha. Below is the video of me getting a soaking! It was SO cold. 

Good luck to anyone who gets nominated, and please make sure you donate! 

A celebration.

So Rich's 30th birthday has arrived. Today has so much meaning to us, not only because it's his birthday, but it's also a year to the day that Jacob was diagnosed with cancer. It's been a very bittersweet day. I knew I'd have trouble dealing with it and last night I just felt this sense of sadness, it was 9pm and I remember so well where we were at 9pm on the 14th of August 2013. A&E in Harlow hospital. After finally giving in and googling the white reflection in Jacobs eye, and the only results coming up were "cancer." It was like the letters were written in size a thousand font and were flashing red. I just knew that's what my baby had. As it was so late, the doctors couldn't really give us any answers, but I knew by their faces and the way they were speaking that something wasn't right. When I asked the nurse if he should be following objects, she just looked at me in this way I'll never forget and nodded. We went home after being told we'd need to come back to the eye clinic in the morning. So after no sleep, we were there at 9am. We saw about 3 ophthalmologists who all said the same sort of thing; that he should be following and that his pupil wasn't very reactive in his right eye. We were then told to wait around for the paediatric ophthalmologist but it could be a while as he didn't have any appointments free and was going on holiday after that day. So we could either come back in two weeks or wait. So we waited. He squeezed us in around lunchtime, and performed an examination on Jacob's eyes. It was awful, I couldn't look but Rich helped hold him still. They clamped his eyes open with these hideous metal clamps and then used lights and other tools to look in his eyes. I just stood back crying, Rich said he still can't forget what it looked like. He said the only way to describe it was like his eyes had popped out of his sockets. The ophthalmologist called in another doctor for a second opinion and they were talking amongst themselves when he said "Yes, retinoblastoma." The room started to spin and I just fell to the floor. My 12 week old baby had cancer. Dr Vempali, the paediatric opthamologist was so wonderful. He was so shocked we knew what he was talking about. I explained that I'd googled it and he said there was no point in going over it all with us as we had a good idea about what it was and he said he wasn't going to sugar coat it for us. Jacob had Retinoblastoma. They don't do a biopsy as it is recognisable by appearance. He referred us straight to The Royal London Hospital and he was good friends with Mr Sagoo, who is one of Jacobs consultants so he faxed over Jacobs referral there and then. They called me within about half an hour to go through everything and gave us our appointment for the following Wednesday. It was six days away. The nurses at RLH were so brilliant at reassuring me that six days is okay, and that I don't need to panic. Obviously I spent the next six days in such a mess. All of our family and friends came over to see us, and see Jacob over the course of the week which was both amazing and awful at the same time. We just wanted to be normal, but all of the visitors reminded us that it wasn't a normal situation. We had to wait at the hospital for the afternoon of Rich's birthday for Jacob to have an ultrasound and MRI scan, this confirmed that there were indeed tumours in both eyes but thankfully his brain was clear. And all we had to do was wait until the following Wednesday. It was an absolutely awful experience, the first time we were to starve him and the first time we would have to watch him be put to sleep. We just sat in our cubicle with the curtain closed. When it was time for Jacob to go down to theatre, we'd agreed I would take him. It was truly one of the most awful things, I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy. He was already asleep when they put the gas over his mouth and nose so he didn't struggle, but I wasn't prepared for the dead weight he'd become. It felt like he had died in my arms. I fell to pieces and the nurses had to help me back to Jacobs bed. After the longest hour of our whole lives, he was ready to be collected from recovery. He was very distressed and obviously extremely hungry. We fed him and then just sat waiting for the doctors to come round. We said we would deal with whatever but hoped more than anything that he wouldn't lose an eye or need chemo. We never thought it was that bad. When the doctors and nurses and consultants took us into the parent room, we knew it wasn't good news. He confirmed that Jacob did have Rb, and the only treatment for his right eye would be enucleation. He was going to have his eye removed. I just sobbed into Jacob who was still asleep in my arms. This wasn't happening. Mr Sagoo explained to us that more than anything, this was to preserve his life. The pressure was so high in the eye that if it was left much longer, it would kill him. He then went on to explain that he would need six courses of chemotherapy to "mop up" any cells that may be left behind and to treat the tumours in the left eye. The two things we really didn't want Jacob to have to go through were going to happen. We were booked in for the following week for Jacobs operation. We left quite quickly afterwards. We didn't wait to have anything else explained to us, we just had to get out of there. The nurses said they'd call me the next day to go over some things after we'd had some time to process the day. And that was that. That was a year ago, and what a difference a year makes. We can't quite believe that it has only been a year. It feels like ten.

So today, Rich's 30th birthday, we are determined to pave over the pain of this day last year and celebrate. Not only Rich's birthday, but the fact that we didn't know if Jacob was going to be here today but that he is. And he is still so unbelievably strong and fighting this disease without so much as a whimper. 

We always start birthdays the same in this house, and we made time for our tradition last year too before setting off to the hospital. Whoevers birthday it is gets a lie in, and the other makes the tea, decorates the house and gets all the cards and presents that have been grabbed from the postman and hidden until the day. So this morning it was me. Jacob woke Rich up with a nice dive bomb to the head and Rich had his cup of tea and opened all his cards and presents in bed. We've spent the day at home, just us 3. But as we always do on someone's birthday, everyone came over in the evening for takeaway and birthday cake! After Jacob went to bed, Rich, Aaron, Lou and me all played Monopoly Empire. We are such little nerds. But it's actually really funny to play because everyone except me is so competitive so I just sit back and watch them all argue. 

It was a really lovely evening and compared to the place we were in this time last year, we are feeling so lucky. I hardly even thought about this day last year which is what I wanted for today. Rich had a really good day, and as he didn't want to celebrate at all, I'm glad he did and enjoyed himself. Oh, and we obviously had cake! 

You can't have a birthday without a Colin the Caterpillar cake.