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  • Coronavirus In Numbers

    Coronavirus in Numbers…and Why We Really Shouldn’t Panic.

    BE AWARE NOT ALARMED

    So, here it goes:
    80,000 People are Sick with Coronavirus at the Moment
    of which 77,000 are in China.
    If you contract Coronavirus, this still is not a cause for alarm, because:
    81% of the Cases are MILD
    14% of the Cases are MODERATE
    and only 5% of the Cases are CRITICAL

    This means that if you do get the virus, you are most likely to recover from it.

    This means that if you are under 50 years of age, and not living in China, you are more likely to win the lottery which is a 1 in 45,000,000 chance!

    NOW, Let’s take one of the worst days so far – the 10th of February. 108 persons in CHINA died of Coronavirus.
    BUT, on the same day
    26,283 people died of Cancer
    24,641 people died of Heart Disease
    4,300 people died of Diabetes
    and on that day, suicide, unfortunately, took more lives than the virus did, by 28 times.

    Moreover, mosquitoes kill 2,740 people every day, HUMANS kill 1,300 fellow humans every day and snakes kill 137 people every day.

    Our advice is simple! We should cherish life every single day. We should care for our lives always, and not only when we are afraid of some virus or other hitting our shores…oh, and don’t forget to wash your hands.👏

    Credit: Robert Everitt.

  • 9 Year Old Wants To Kill Himself

    Its 2020 and i’m reading a newspaper article about a beautiful nine year old boy who wants to kill himself.

    Yes you read thst right a 9 year old wants to end his life. Shocking right?

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    At 9 years old he should be playing with his friends, learning interesting things in school, using his imagnation and most importantly being happy and carefree, no worries or stress.

    Instead he wants to die because he can no longer cope with the pain of being bullied daily all because he has dwarfism.

    What kind of world do we live in where our children look at another child and feel it’s ok to ridicule and humiliate a child for being ‘different’.

    Its 2020 surely our children should know that just because a child may have a different colour skin, be shortere, taller, speak differently, orf have a different way of doing things doesn’t mean they are odd or strange as every man, woman and child is unique, differnet in their own special way, my god the world would be a very boring place if we were all the same.

    Growing up I was always taught “if you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all”, we need to bring that back!!!

    If our children are unsure of another child it’s up to us as parents to introduce them and educate them about disabilities, race, religion and differences.

    Most of all please,please,please teach our children to be kind. Always.

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  • ADHD Might Not Be The Answer


    ADHD might not be the answer
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    According to ADHD UK 3.62% of boys and 0.85% of girls aged between 5 – 15 years old are diagnosed with ADHD. This number is on the increase. However according to recent studies the diagnosis of ADHD could in fact, be mislabelling a child.

     

    As parents we all want the best for our children and when things become difficult we look for answers. We speak to the professionals we follow their advice and trust that they understand the problem.

    What if the professionals get it wrong? What if the behaviours our children demonstrate are a manifestation of other issues?



     

    I have taught many children diagnosed with ADHD. However new research is changing the way professionals view and diagnose this. 

    Since the 1990’s Doctors have been examining the effect of trauma in childhood and how it effects them in later life. They noticed a distinct similarity between the symptoms of ADHD and trauma. This has been gaining momentum as trauma awareness becomes more prevalent in schools and teachers are more knowledgeable on how we can help. 

    Trauma is different for every child and personal to them. It is defined as something that negatively impacts on theiremotional and mental wellbeing. It can be a separation of parents, loss of a family member, domestic abuse, bullying or something else that has a profound effect, and as we all know children all deal with this in different ways. These are called Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACE’s).

    If a child experiences more than 3 ACE’s and does not receive the right support, they are 6 times more likely to have behavioural problems (identical to those with ADHD) and grow into adulthood with more risk of heart attacks, strokes, cancer, diabetes, chronic lung disease, IBS, eating disorders, asthma, and early death. 

    Therefore, if not diagnosed properly children can develop lasting physical and mental health problems which can be avoided.



    What does this have to do with ADHD?

    According to the NHS website the signs of ADHD are:

     Short attentions span
     Making careless mistakes
     Forgetful
     Unable to stick to tasks
     Unable to listen or carry out instructions
     Constantly changing task 
     Difficulty organising tasks
     Being unable to sit still
     Fidgeting
     Excessive movement
     Excessive talking
     Unable to take turns
     Interrupting
     Impulsivity both positive and negative
     Anger 
     
     

    These are the same symptoms for childhood trauma. Of course, a child is going to be angry/sad/unable to concentrate/have impulsivity issues if they are trying to make sense of the situations they have experienced, this is why professionals need to be and are starting to be more careful on what they are diagnosing.

    One of the major treatments for ADHD is medication. However, when helping a child with trauma their physical symptoms are a product of a much deeper pain/need to be heard and understood. Therefore, medication is not going to help that child make sense of how they are feeling and could potentially prolong their feelings of hopelessness.

    There is also the issue of Medication and the potential damage to the body long term. Recent studies have observed the effect of Ritalin on the body, and although this was carried out on prepubescent rats, they found that all of the rats taking Ritalin developed early Parkinson’s. As the NHS spends £200 million on ADHD medication each year, would we want to give this to a child who does not need it and will not help them?

    Everyone experiences trauma in their childhood whether we define that as big or small. If we have a secure nurturing family most of us are able to process it and understand effectively. If a child doesn’t have the nurturing family supporting them then this is when the behaviours and feelings of being alone manifest. 

    It is very easy to see how misdiagnoses can happen as everyone just wants to help the child and the close link to the behaviours of ADHD means more children have been diagnosed wrong than probably should. Hopefully with more research and understanding this will not be the case for much longer.

    An accurate diagnosis sooner in childhood means they have a better chance in later life. Isn’t this what every parents want their children to have? A bright future

  • Everyone Thinks Being A Stay At Home Mum Is Easy

    ☝️ everyone thinks being a stay at home mom full time is easy.

    — that we are lucky to be able to not have to work.

    — that we are lazy.

    — that it’s not “real” work so we have nothing to complain about.

    👉 but the truth is…it’s fucking lonely and overwhelming

    You can’t do anything by yourself; go to the bathroom, enjoy a cup of coffee, read, hell you can’t even scrub the shit out of pants for the 3rd time in a day without someone crying or screaming at your leg.

    You don’t get breaks unless they are sleeping; which even then you use that time to clean up

    You struggle to come up with ways to entertain someone for literally 12 hours a day every day.

    You wear the same clothes that smell like sweat and tears for days at a time because it’s already stained and no use in ruining more clothes.

    You forget what it means or feels like to be an individual; because your entire existence now revolves around that child.

    You look at working moms and get jealous because you wish you could have an excuse to have an adult conversation without being interrupted.

    You lock yourself in the bathroom and scream into a towel while crying because you need a second to breathe; all while a child is banging on the door to get in…

    ☝️ let that sink in, most of us don’t even have the luxury to cry and be frustrated in peace..and when we do break down people question it; “like what do you have to cry about you get to sit home all day.”

    I was one of those people who judged SAHM’s. But I get it now. The people who said they’d be there to help have all but disappeared, and you’re left with this overwhelming sense of failure.

    My house isn’t clean, I’m not clean, the dishes aren’t done, I have screamed already today, I have cried, and I have felt so damn guilty that my child was here to witness it.

    But I am alone….and I am lonely

    👉👉 check in on your SAHM friends….we are NOT okay

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/bridgetteanne94

  • Myocarditis Awareness

    Myocarditis awareness post❤️

    On the 1st of February I started realise that Amelia was becoming unwell she was being sick and was very tired I thought she had a sickness bug and I let her rest for the day. She had slept the whole of the Saturday I thought she would wake up Sunday a little bit more herself but she didn’t, she slept the whole of that day as well.

    When she eventually woke up around 4pm I noticed that her eyes had swelled up I didn’t really know what to think and called my mum she advised me to call 111 as she didn’t know what it could be I called them around 5pm and they told me a doctor would ring back within an hour. A doctor eventually rang me back as she advised me to take her to a&e within the hour.

    I got myself and Amelia ready and we headed straight up there, after seeing triage we was taken straight through to see a doctor and Amelia was given 2 sets of antihistamines as they was worried she had had an allergic reaction I told them that she hasn’t eaten anything or really drank for the past 2 days and I didn’t think it was that but they gave them anyway and we was left for a few hours before seeing another doctor. The doctor came round and we went through everything that had happened the last couple of days and she reassured us that Amelia would have just been suffering from a viral infection and she would get better within a few days but they wanted to keep her in over night in the acute short stay unit just to keep an eye on her swollen eyes and they wanted to check her urine.

    So after sleeplessness night trying to catch a urine sample we finally managed to get a small one at 8am the next morning so that was more then 12 hours without a wee. They came round and told me everything seemed clear and I needed to encourage her to stay awake and get up and play, my lifeless little girl could barley keep her eyes open there was no way she was going to get up and play but throughout the day I did take her over to the small play area they had but she just wanted to sleep.

    Hours had past and they still wasn’t sure what was going on with her so they decided to do some blood tests which came back normal apart from one level which was high and when a different doctor came round she explained that it was high because of her fluid intake I had told her that she hadn’t been drinking but she was dead set that she had come Ill because she was drinking to much and she wasn’t getting enough nutrients, she said she was going to prescribe some vitamins and print me off a information pack of the right foods to give and she could come home.

    I wasn’t happy about this at all and a few hours later another doctor came round I asked her how long Amelia was going to be like this and she said she would start getting better within 7-10 days once the virus had run it’s course. Hours had passed and I had no clue what was going on with her and her eyes were becoming more swollen and she was still so sleepy and very hard to wake up I decided to go home and get a change of clothes and Amelia stayed with her dad.

    When I got back her dad told me another doctor had been round and she wanted to take Amelia for a chest X-ray to see if they could see anything so around 11pm we was taken round to have it done then we was taken back to the short stay and was left there until 2.30am when the doctor who had suggest the X-ray came around the told me that Amelia’s heart was inflamed and she was dehydrated, they started her on a drip straight away and we was taken up the the high dependency unit.

    Her heart rate was sky high and she was like a rag doll. First thing the next morning we was taken down to the cardiac ward where they did a echo to see Amelia heart properly and that is when we was told Amelia had myocarditis! Myocarditis is Myocarditis is a rare, sometimes fatal disease charac- terized by inflammation of the heart muscle.

    The dis- ease can affect the muscle cells of the heart (myocytes), the heart valves and blood vessels, and the specialized electrical conduction pathways within the heart. When the muscle cells of the heart weaken from myocarditis, the heart chambers may enlarge. This form of heart disease is called dilated cardiomyopathy. Children with dilated cardiomyopathy may develop symptoms of heart failure, sometimes necessitating a heart transplant. Heart failure resulting from myocarditis-induced dilated cardiomyopathy is a significant cause of disability and death in children.

    We had a few cardiac doctors come round to see us and they was absolutely amazing with diagnosing what was actually wrong with her, the swelling around Amelia eyes was her heart failing and the fluid was leaking out of her body causing her eyes, hands and feet to swell and they wasn’t 100% sure the fluid wouldn’t go to her brain so she was watched very closely for the next 24 hours.

    She is now recovering and after 11 days in hospital and numerous bloods tests and echos we was allowed to come home with lots of medicine and hospital appointments. She’s on capapril which is supporting her heart function and hopefully in time her heart function will go back to normal. I would never liked to criticise the nhs as they did an incredible job making Amelia better but there is so much more a&e could of done by recognising this sooner as Amelia’s heart could of stopped had she been left any longer. People should be more aware of this condition as it could save lives we have been extremely lucky and I’m forever grateful! But please always go with your gut when it comes to your children because I believe parents always know best!❤️

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  • So Care Workers Don’t Deserve More Than Minimum Wage

    Couldn’t have put it better myself ❤️❤️❤️

    So care workers don’t deserve more than minimum wage because they “only sit around and make cups of tea for people” ?!?!? I can give you a list off the top of my head to show what care workers actually have to do, and I can bet it’s not even half of it.

    1) Washes

    2) Showers/baths

    3) Dressing

    4)Shaving

    5) Apply creams

    6) Brushing hair/teeth

    7)Changing incontinence pads

    8)Emotional support when they’re sad

    9)Giving them company, sometimes we’re the only people they see all day

    10)Giving medication, even the likes of controlled drugs (doing a nurses job on minimum wage

    11)Hoists, stand aids, getting the person from A to B

    12) Reassure them when they’re frightened, calming them down when they’re irritated

    13) Cleaning their homes

    14) Take them out to socialise

    15) Shopping calls

    16) Chase up medication

    17) Call GP’s when new medication/cream may be needed

    18)Arrange appointments

    19) Make their meals and drinks

    20) Catheter care

    21)Stoma care

    22) Answer all their emergency response calls

    23) Handle their finances, in some cases

    24) Remain calm and professional when they’re hurling verbal and sometimes physical abuse at you

    25) Apologise when they insult the care staff, even though it’s not our fault

    26) Take them to the hospital when needed

    27) Toilet calls

    28) Feeding them

    29) Turning them onto each side if bed ridden, to avoid sores

    30) Battling with 111 and Doctors when you know they need to be checked over

    31) Dementia care

    32) Alzheimers care

    33) Parkinsons care

    34) Many various illnesses and disease care

    35) End of life care

    36) Supporting families, reassuring them and keeping them informed of everything happening with their relative

    37) Dealing with family complaints and apologising even though the situation was often 99% out of your control

    38) Pushing people in wheelchairs, along with all their shopping bags when they’re out

    39) Acting fast when someone shows symptoms of a stroke, heart attack, fits, various other conditions

    40) Keeping people calm when they have fell, assuring them that help is on the way and they need to lay still as possible

    41) Recognising when the person you visit numerous times a week is acting out of sorts. Acting upon it and seeking advice because you KNOW that’s not their usual self.

    42) Having the patient of a saint. We’re busy, but we don’t and can’t rush. We go at their pace. Always

    43) Washing and drying, folding and ironing, putting away clothes

    44) Making sure they’re wearing their emergency help button, so that you’re confident they can press it should they need help once you’re gone. It’s not always easy. People can refuse, or throw it away.

    45) When a person won’t take medication they critically need, you have no solution, but you need to BE that solution. Figure out ways you can get them to converse with you and listen, so they will take the tablets that will keep their health stable.

    46) We’re sometimes verbally and physically abused. We get called all the names under the sun, sometimes we get punched, slapped, kicked and bit, they pull our hair or lash out. It’s not always their fault, illnesses can cause this behaviour. We just have to remove ourselves from the environment and report.

    47) We can go hours with no break

    48) Sometimes we have to hold our bladder for 2+ hours because we literally don’t have time for the toilet

    49) Our calls list is full, but someone calls for help, we need to find ways we can get to them as well as doing everything else we need to do

    50) We don’t complain. Our job is hard. Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we’re reduced to tears. We do it all for minimum wage, we know we deserve so much more, but we still do it anyway. Because we are care workers, and we genuinely do care 💗💗

  • Fun Fact Friday About Milk Making

    FUN FACT FRIDAY ABOUT MILK-MAKING. Did you know you grow more milk-making cells in your breasts with each pregnancy? So the more pregnancies you have, the more grapes (erhm.. I mean milk-making cells) you’ll have! 🍇

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    Were you a first time mom struggling with milk supply like me? I don’t think a day went by where I didn’t think about ways to at least keep up my supply.

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    Second time around? A BOUNTIFUL supply! Now there are many factors for this, but one is because the hormone changes that you go through in pregnancy help your body make more milk-making cells. So in addition to the ones you had from your last pregnancy, you’ll have some more!

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    Pretty neat huh? So if your breastfeeding journey didn’t work out the way you wanted to your first time, it likely won’t be the same the second time around (for many reasons, having more milk-making cells being one of them!) 🙌🏻

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    Credit https://www.facebook.com/breastfeeding.dietitian/

  • Here’s To The Formula Feeding Mum

    Here’s to the formula feeding mom! The one who wants more than anything to breastfeed but her body doesn’t work like it should…to the one who had to go back to work and was too stressed to pump…to the one whose milk never came in…to the one fighting illness and on meds that aren’t safe for baby…to the one who tried and it just wasn’t her cup of tea…to the one that changed every little thing in her diet and baby still wasn’t happy with her milk.

    Yes we see you breastfeeding mama’s and we fully support you (in fact if you ask us, we are completely and utterly jealous of you) but this, THIS is for the formula feeding mama who is tired of the guilt and shame she feels every single time she makes a bottle – in public or at home, who struggles finding what formula is best for her baby’s sensitive stomach, or who feels as if she’s failed at motherhood before she’s even touched the surface! I see you. I understand your feelings. You are not a failure! Your formula milk is worth more than gold too 💛🍼🎰 #wendywrites #motherhood #formulafeeding

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  • Confessions Of A Rainbow Baby

    Confessions of a rainbow baby

    A rainbow baby is a term used for a baby born after a miscarriage, stillborn or neonatal death. It’s used because it represents the beauty that can become of such a horrific storm. People don’t often understand that it’s not all beautiful though. They see your happy posts on social media and think “a happy ending” but in reality it doesn’t quite work that way. Much like an actual rainbow the clouds from the storm remain lingering despite the many breath-taking colours shining through them in their miraculous display.

    Being pregnant with a rainbow means checking the toilet paper for blood EVERY time you go to the bathroom. It means taking 50 pregnancy tests to make sure the line is getting darker. It means going to extremes to do ANYTHING to stay pregnant. Including medication, blood work, injections.. whatever your doctor thinks.

    It means holding your breath when they check for a heartbeat. It means frantically purchasing a home doppler to relieve your anxiety between appointments because the relief that comes from an appointment is temporary, 24 hours at best. It means sitting in a waiting room filled with women who have their innocence still in tact and envying them.. even though you’re pregnant too, you know you’ll never feel the pure bliss they do.

    Your mind is constantly wandering to the worst.. will this baby live? Do I dare buy baby clothes? It’s picking out a few cute things online and leaving them in the cart without cashing out because if you dare to get excited and actually buy it, it becomes another reminder. It’s trying to take everyone’s advice and “stay positive” but knowing positivity doesn’t change a damn thing. You cannot will a baby to live. If you could the one you lost would still be alive. It’s the struggle of bonding with the baby when they kick and immediately wondering if it’ll be the last one you’ll feel. It’s seeing their beautiful little face on an ultrasound and wondering if you’ll actually be granted the ability of holding them alive and breathing.

    It’s trying to overcome the fear as you approach the point of your loss..It’s progressing past the point of your loss and thinking oh God what if the baby dies now.. I can’t handle a loss THIS far.. but then I didn’t want to handle the last loss either.. it’s hitting viability and think there’s a chance now.. but then maybe there isn’t.. it’s knowing there is no safe zone until the baby is here.

    Then the day comes when your long awaited rainbow is born. You hold your breath, you don’t notice a single thing, you’re zoned into the sound.. waiting for it, that glorious scream.. ahhh there it is. The moment you’ve been waiting for.. relief washes over you. And for a moment you think finally.. this is it. Or is it?

    It doesn’t end there, no this is when the real mind fuck begins. This is when the constant back and forth happens. This is when you start staring at your baby, so incredibly thankful for this new human life that was long awaited and secretly breaking inside. You begin the constant battle of feeling happy and heartbroken all at the same time.

    It’s feeling guilty for that happiness and feeling guilty for still grieving the baby that’s gone. The sense of betrayal to your angel for “moving on” and the sense of betrayal to your rainbow for continuing to long for the baby that could have, should have been. It’s feeling damned either way.

    I find myself staring at my son, relishing in his existence and strangely being thankful for my daughter’s death because had she survived he simply wouldn’t be here. It is enough to tear a mother in half having those feelings. Trying to navigate life with a rainbow is trying.. exhausting. I still wonder daily if I’ll have to give him back. Will he catch a virus and never recover? Will something happen to my other children? The anxiety never ends.

    While life continues to march forward.. I’m in total and complete awe of the spectacular display my rainbow brings to me and my family; those clouds from the storm linger, and honestly I don’t know how long they’ll last. So I continue to carry on, looking up, lost in the beauty of the colors all while still stepping in the mud puddles of the storm.

    Written by L.L.

  • Awkward British Problems

    AWKWARD BRITISH PROBLEMS:

    🇬🇧Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

    🇬🇧Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

    🇬🇧The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

    🇬🇧Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again

    🇬🇧 Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

    🇬🇧 Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

    🇬🇧 Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

    🇬🇧 Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

    🇬🇧 Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

    🇬🇧”You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

    🇬🇧 Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

    🇬🇧 “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

    🇬🇧 The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

    🇬🇧 Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

    🇬🇧 Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

    🇬🇧 Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

    🇬🇧 Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

    🇬🇧 Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

    🇬🇧 Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

    🇬🇧 Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

    🇬🇧 Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

    🇬🇧 Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

    🇬🇧 Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

    🇬🇧 Loudly tapping your fingers at the cash point, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

    🇬🇧 Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

    🇬🇧 Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

    🇬🇧 Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

    🇬🇧 Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

    🇬🇧 The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

    🇬🇧 The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

    🇬🇧 “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

    🇬🇧 Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”

    🇬🇧 Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”

    🇬🇧 Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best

    🇬🇧 Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door.

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