When you need to become his Mammy too!

The struggle between being a loving wife and being a realist is very much a real one! It has the ability to make you feel like you are lacking in any sort of empathy, while also clapping yourself on the back at how good you are at being an adult and getting stuff done! I yet again had another dose of this internal struggle last week when my husband came down with something! I call it “something” because the jury is still out on its actual diagnosis.

It really started to engulf my man around the midweek mark and by Wednesday afternoon I had an idea of what was in store. He went to work, which he always does, credit where it is due, he doesn’t take a sick day often. It was after he arrived home that evening that I knew I was in for a couple of days of what I like to call “Heisdyingosis” Now I am not sure you have ever met a man with “Heisdyingosis” but its like a new strain of Man Flu which has mutated into a flu/cold/sniffle that will wipe a man out with one sneeze. Or so is the case in my home. Now I like to play by the hard and fast rule of paracetamol, hot water and lemon and bed early, but my man has a different approach to “Heisdyingosis” (insert cold/flu for those with normal mindset) The main difference being, complaining!

Now to really understand “Heisdyingosis” you first need to know some of the symptoms:

  • Slow shuffle rather then normal walking pace
  • An adverse reaction to any hint of sarcasm
  • Downcast eye’s (think Droopy the cartoon hound)
  • A craving for affection
  • Over exaggerated sneezing/coughing

There is also a symptom which becomes ever more present if you have married an Irish Male who has an Irish Mother. You see in my experience they get the worst form of “Heisdyingosis” This is largely due to the fact that even at 35 years old, when Irish Son’s get sick, they want their Irish Mammy! Now having Mammy there herself is not essential, just so long as someone is there to play Mammy in his time of need. This is where my lovely husband looses out!

You see my husband is a “Mammy’s Boy” on the best of days. And to be fair, the woman is a saint! If he (I should say we!) needed anything, even at 2am, even if it meant her driving to the other side of the country the woman would do it! As all mothers would do I assume. The only difference is, my husband really likes being a “Mammy’s Boy” and really relishes the fact that she happily stands on her head for him whenever we pay a visit. But for me, I feel it has set a rather unfair expectation of what should be supplied when taking on the role of comforting him in his hour of need. (she says rolling her eyes!)

I am more of a “get on with it” kinda gal! And I relish a good sarcastic tone. These two things alone do not fair well with sick husband. And so after complaining and moaning and more complaining about his ailments he woke on Thursday morning with the overwhelming feeling that he MUST see a doctor! Overnight he had acquired a degree in medicine and insisted that it was now a chest infection, throat infection (I believe strep throat was thrown about) an ear infection and sinusitis. A visit to the Doctor was a must! I had to think fast! I had to really get creative with this one because I knew going to a doctor for “Heisdyingosis” was a waste of time and money and so I decided to jump into the role he had wanted me to play since last night………. Irish Mammy Mode. I summoned my best “Ah Pet” and sent him into the sitting room to have a sit down while I got him a nice hot drink. He bit the line, he really went for this new found mothering role I had adopted and I think he was delighted I was now giving him the attention he deserved! He shuffled off into the sitting room and gave a “I’m freezing” for good measure. It took every ounce of my strength to not point out to him that he was wearing only a t-shirt. Instead I decided to incorporate this comment into my plan. I produced the one thing every Irish Mammy has to hand…… the thermometer! “Do you mind if I take your temp, because you could have a fever” Sur he was only delighted! Knowing that the thermometer is the first thing I reach for when my child is sick, made him feel validated! He was right where I wanted him. No temperature (surprise surprise) but that didn’t matter, I took it. And I gave him a jumper to put on, and i gave him a hot drink! Plan firmly in motion. I mentioned about calling the doctor. He was all over it. I then slipped in that it would be tomorrow before they would be able to see him, but sur, I’d call anyway. He had not expected that. He was of the thought process that once you called the doctor you were in! I could see he was disappointed but it just ment I could put the next phase of my plan in gear! The pharmacist!

Let me state now, anyone who is living with someone who has “Heisdyingosis” THE PHARMACIST IS YOUR FRIEND! In fact you don’t even really have to speak to the pharmacist yourself, although it helps if you tell victim of “Heisdyingosis” that you did. I suggested, that because he would have to wait until tomorrow to see a doctor, I should try and comfort his suffering by going to the pharmacist and getting something to tide him over. Again, this pleased him. Before leaving the house I was coached in everything I had to tell the pharmacist. Every symptom, every ailment, every cough and sneeze and heaven forbid I forget to say “it might be getting into his chest” Armed with the information, I took myself off to Tesco, passed all the things I would normally stop to browse over, magazines, body lotions, new pjs…… there was no time today, I was on a mission. A lovely girl was stood waiting to chat with me (not the pharmacist) but that didn’t matter. “How can I help you?” without a second thought I said “I need a big bag of placebo for my husband who has a head cold or possibly a flu”

It was that easy. I decided to ask for things that I knew would come in handy filling up my medicine cabinet. Bottle of Exputex, Cold and Flu tabs and just as chance would have it, I spotted a packet of Tyrozets. They actually say on the box “antibiotic to help fight throat infection” They were made for “Heisdyingosis” Delighted with my purchases I turned on my heel and started to make my way out of the shop when I passed the vitamins! Chewable Throat Soothing Tablets……. “helps to support the immune system” RESULT! Combined them with a tub of ice-cream (for the throat) and I was out of there. 15 minutes and €24 later and I was on my way home. Now here is where you have to really push the final sell. Walking back into the house I summoned my best sympathetic face and produced my hoard to himself. Well he was only thrilled…… Thrilled to hear that “THE PHARMACIST” said that taking the Exputex would clear his chest, thrilled to hear that I had told them all about his symptoms and “THE PHARMACIST” said that if he didn’t have a fever he didn’t have an infection. Delighted with his cold and flu tabs because he couldn’t take one of them until bedtime because they make you drowsy (must be good then) and the Chewable Throat Soothing Tablets? Well “THE PHARMACIST” says that they will build up your immune system and have you right as rain in two days. But the icing on the cake the Tyrozets. I handed these over to him pointing out the word antibiotic on the box and that was the final ingredient needed in this stew of deceit. “THE PHARMACIST” said they would clear up any infection that was lingering. I felt I needed to throw in a last little bit of encouragement and went for “they said, two days is all it will take to have you back on your feet, and if not then see a doctor.” Now I knew that it was only Thursday. I also knew that the best cure for “Heisdyingosis” was a little placebo and I also knew that my lovely husband would recover from his cold within two days.

I was not wrong! By Friday afternoon he coming round and by Saturday it was business as usual. And not a moment too soon as my desire to play the role of “Mammy” was wearing thin and if I’m completely honest was abandoned totally by Thursday night. Now I don’t want to take away from the fact that he may have been poorly, and that he was not having the best of days but lets be honest anyone who has lived with a man who has ever had Man Flu or in my house “Heisdyingosis” knows, that if it was anyone else in the house with the same thing it would be called a head cold.

For anyone who might be wondering he has made a full recovery. And as a side note, if you are wondering about the ice-cream for his sore throat, I would suggest buying two tubs. Lord knows you will need your fill of the sweet stuff too!

disclaimer: All cases of Man Flu/Heisdyingosis must be assessed on a needs basis. All attempts to deceive victim of said conditions, as set out above, are done so at your own risk of being found out!

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The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth……..

This morning, rather unexpectedly I was transported back to that faithful morning my lovely daughter was born……….

My sister saw a rather funny article on Facebook and knowing that we had both had our children via c-section she tagged me in it to remind me of the things people don’t tell you about having a cesarean. However yet again, it was missing one glaring piece of information. Information that is so precious, I have had no problem sharing with any woman who asks me “what was the section like” because ya know what? They should know!

My sister had 3 babies before me, all via cesarean. My sister in law had 2 babies before me, both via cesarean. Two of my friends had children before me, both via cesarean and guess how many filled me in on the full experience? ZERO! Yep that’s right, I heard all about the planned ones, and the emergency ones. I heard about getting the spinal, getting the catheter, the no eating, no drinking, no getting out of bed. To be fair I think some woman feel what you don’t know wont hurt you. Or its better to just go with the flow, however that is not me. You see I wanted the in’s and out’s. I feel like if you fail to prepare, prepare to fail.

The idea that I may not deliver my daughter myself was thrown about by the team in the hospital around week 32. It was a gradual conversation that got more and more concrete as my final weeks crept in. By week 38 I knew that my faith was sealed and by week 39 I knew my c-section date. Now having heard whispers of what it was all about I felt quietly confident about what would happen on the day. In fact my nerves were somewhat kept at bay by knowing just about every step that would happen. I was wrong. Putting aside the fact I had complications with my spinal, which resulted in my planned c-section becoming an emergency, it still fit the bill of everything I expected. Now don’t get me wrong, you can hear all about it but until you are there living it you don’t know! The only beauty is you don’t care. For me it was so easy to get swept up in awe of my little girl, it was easy to ignore the cold hands of the midwife fondling my boobies while attaching my little darling to what were once my pride and joy’s. It was simple to forget that my husband was on the phone to his mother telling her what a miracle it was, as he held what looked like a Chinese take-away carton up to my face so I could throw up into it without having to sit up! It was a breeze to be only able to hold my baby when someone handed her to me, as I couldn’t lift her myself. In fact because of the pain killers that first day, I forgot that what I had gone through was major abdominal surgery. And ya know what? I had prepared myself for it all. Thanks to the wise guidance of my friends and family nothing that day phased me. The next day however….. well that phased me!

You see, the information that my family and friends had given me, while good, was lacking in a vital piece of the picture. The same information had any of those woman decided to share, would have been most welcome and my “morning after” may not have been cloaked in shock, disappointment and horror. Information that I have shared with every woman who has asked me about the experience since. Information that if I have another child the same way, I will have prepared myself for and be ready to meet it next time round without being completely horrified!

I was awoken the day after the birth of my daughter by two older women pulling back the curtain screen with large smiles on their faces and “oohhs” and “aahhs” at my little bundle all wrapped up in the cot next to me. These “oohhs” and “aahhs” didn’t last long. In a matter of seconds they had pushed that little cot aside and each taken a spot either side of my bed. “Now dear, its time to get you up and freshen up” Having spent the last 17 hours lying down in this bed the words “get up” and “freshen up” were music to my ears. I began thinking about where my body wash was, where I had left my towels, where was that new facecloth and sponge that I bought special for just this moment, but those thoughts did not last long…….. It was back down to earth with a bang! One of the ladies began pulling away the bed sheets while the other rooted around in a tray they had taken into the room with them. Then they were in, all guns blazing, from the waist down, they were in business. Now I still haven’t been able to decide what they used but if I could describe it in very simplistic terms, I would say imagine a Lucozade sport bottle! Take a minute and picture it. Now fill it with water!………. Now imagine some sort of cloth on a stick!…… Is the experience becoming any clearer? While one sprayed with the “Lucozade bottle” the other gave a little rub around and a little pat down to dry me with paper towels. Then came the realisation that I had a child the day before. And only at this point did I remember that I did not have the ability to tend to myself, so something else must have taken care of that for me for the last 17 hours. Something else had taken care of it. Now I am not sure if anyone has ever house trained a puppy. If you have, you may have come across what you and I may know as Puppy Training Mats. Well let me tell you, these are clearly a very versatile invention, because just as they finished with the Lucozade bottle and the rag on a stick they began to roll me side to side and remove yesterday’s training mats for new ones! Does anyone remember a program on TV, The Chuckle Brothers, “to you, to me, to you, to me” you get the idea anyway, until I was back in the same position that I started, albeit with my pillows propped behind me. I was then handed my toothbrush, a small plastic cup of water and another of these Chinese take-away foil cartons and told to brush. After a half hearted attempt at running the toothbrush around my mouth they took it back off me, pulled the nightdress over my head and replaced it with a new one, tucked the blankets back around me and here’s the kicker……. One of these nice women looked me dead in the face and said “now, do ya feel lovely”

Did I feel lovely? Lovely is not a word to describe it. Shocked? Maybe. Embarrassed? Possibly. Lovely? Nope! You see nobody had told me to expect this. Not one person told me to expect what I have come to name “The vajayjay car wash” Had I have known about this vajayjay car wash I would have taken the words “freshen up” very loosely when that nice woman said it to me. I would have mentally prepared myself for the indignation of two 50 something year old woman scrubbing my lower regions. But I didn’t know. Because not one woman I have met who has had a c-section has mentioned it to me. Alas that is not me. I have been sure to mention it to them. In fact they have been known to laugh uncontrollably when I do mention it. None of them can tell me why they didn’t talk about it after. Just that they didn’t. Some have said, they blocked it from their minds, others have said they are embarrassed. Some have even said they didn’t know if it happened to everyone so were afraid to say. What do I say to these woman…….. Have no fear, I will sing the song of our people for you. I will put to rest those section’s are handy comments. I will ward off those too posh to push sayings. I will remind these woman that while they took showers and ate tea and toast, you were in fact lying there oblivious to what was to come the next morning.

So there you have it. The c-section information that people “forget” to mention. Now some might say “so what” some may even think I am being dramatic, but to those people I ask……. Have you had The Vajayjay Cash Wash? Because let me tell you, you will never look at a Lucozade Sport bottle the same way again!