Category: Life

  • Thankyou!

    Tiff emailed me a few moments ago.

    The paediatrician rang her.

    Ivy has been approved for her IVIG.

    She will be admitted to hospital at 10.30am tomorrow morning for her first round of treatment.

    All of Ivy’s doctors had seen the petition, so they fast tracked the decision.

    Thankyou to everyone who blogged about it. Thankyou to the 1100+ people who signed the petition. Thankyou so SO much to everyone who banded together to help.

    It has all been so worth it to see her get the treatment she needs to be a normal little girl.

    Thankyou from the bottom of my heart for helping. Just, thankyou.

  • Astounded

    You can find the post about Ivy here.

    Thankyou from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has reposted or blogged about Ivy. If I am so touched and thrilled, I cannot imagine how Tiff and David are feeling.

    The list of people who have helped to spread the word so far.

    Riayn @ Rainbow of Chaos
    Jen @ Semantically Driven
    Jothemama @ Infantasia
    Hotmamaia @ The Pittsburgh Deli
    Rikki @ Boogers, Kisses and Spilled Milk
    WWS @ Walking With Scissors
    Sarah @ Take it one gigantic, earth-shattering crisis at a time
    Mad Woman @ Mind of a Mad Woman
    Tash @ Fabric of Life
    Lightening @ Lightening Online
    Old Knudsen @ Old Bitter Balls
    Patsy @ Ramblings From *While You’re Up*
    Lou @ LouCeel
    Maggie @ Maggie’s Mind
    Amber @ Schmidt Family Blog
    Lotus @ Sarcastic Mom
    Barbara @ Barbara’s 366
    Ree @ Hotfessional
    I am a Tornado @ From Here to There and Everywhere
    New Rose @ Draco’s Rose
    Kate @ Picklebums
    Feather Nester @ Feather Nester
    Kat @ Just Kat Stuff
    Martin @ Xbox4NappyRash
    Badness Jones @ Badness Jones
    Anne @ Met 5 Down Under
    Hyphen Mama @ Mommy Needs 5 Minutes

    Witchypoo @ Psychic Geek
    Kim @ Frogpondsrock
    Angella @ Dutchblitz
    Marylin @ A Little Space For Me
    Fe @ Fe – A Life
    Sarah @ Redefining Perfect
    Laurakim @ Ramblings of an Harrassed Single Mom
    Jientje @ Heaven in Belgium
    Myst @ From the Myst
    Cellobella @ Red Sultana
    Cat @ Fitcatblog
    MiscMum @ Miscellaneous Adventures of an Aussie Mum
    Lilacspecs @ Lilac Coloured Glasses
    Sherry @ It’s Sherendipity
    Jenty @ Jenty’s Ramblings
    Missy B @ Brockmann Adventures
    Holly @ Are you in the Beyond? I think you are.
    Jenni @ Oscarelli
    Mrs. C @ Homeschool and Etc
    Jen @ A2EatWrite
    Suzie @ Up The Hill Backwards
    Crystal @ A Little Slice of Me
    Angel @ Passionate Chaos
    Jeanie @ Jeanie in Paradise
    Eric @ Ruminations of a Small Town Mountain Boy
    Alexa @ Flotsam
    Mr. Lady @ Whiskey in my Sippy Cup
    Gina @ Stumbling and Bumbling
    Desi @ Desi’s Two Cents

    If I have forgotten anyone, let me know and I will add you to the list.

    Also, the Lady who calls herself Speakneasy who posted about this on an Ebay Forum.
    KareyM from Mackin Ink who added this to Kirtsy
    SarahJo who posted on CafeMom about it.

    Thankyou. You guys are amazing.

    ****

    The signature count as I write this is 611. Still, we need more. We need these doctors to sit up and take notice.

    ****

    UPDATE:

    I spoke to Tiff (Ivy’s Mum) this morning (via email) and she mentioned that she had received a series of emails from the blistering Specialist that Ivy saw way back in January. Someone had forwarded this doctor the post about Ivy.

    She has given Tiff some ways to push the IVIG application and she will be speaking to Ivy’s Paediatrician on Monday about it.

    We also got a comment from Molly, who is the CEO of the International Pemphigus Foundation. She says,

    Dear Ivy and your family:

    I am the CEO of the International Pemphigus Foundation. We provide personal support through Peer Support Counsellors and with forums and discussion groups worldwide to help people cope with the day to day as well as other lifestyle difficulties such as insurance, wound care, etc. Visit our web site at www.pemphigus.org for lots of information. If you click on the “Our Community” tab you can login and have access to all of our community support, including phone and email for a support network leader in Australia named Julian.

    In addition, we have some resources that may be able to give you some scientific research evidence and publications to support your discussion for the need for IVIg medical coverage for Ivy. I probably have a contact for you to talk to in that regard as well if you want to send me an e-mail at Molly@pemphigus.org.

    Finally, you’ll probably find a lot of support and encouragement if you sign on to the discussion group. I will post your blog entry there, as well as on my blog at CEO.pemphigus stunt work. Good luck to you all and keep in touch.

    Comment was left on Barbara’s post. Thankyou so much to her for passing it on.

    This CEO was the person who forwarded the post to the blistering Specialist. Said Specialist is on the board of the Pemphigus Foundation.

    We have made some of the doctors listen to us, now we need to make them sit up and really take notice. Please, keep passing on the news about Ivy and get everyone you know to sign the petition.

    This blogging community is amazing. I honestly just want to hug every single one of you.

    Thankyou.

    Updated again:

    We made the front page of the petition site where Ivy’s petition is hosted. It shows the top 10 most active petitions, Ivy’s is #10. Please don’t give up now.

  • Ivy Girl **UPDATED

    Ivy is beautiful and Ivy is sick. Ivy is only 2.

    And yet, at age 2, Ivy has seen the inside of a hospital more times than anyone should have to. Ivy has a rare immune deficiency IgG. Because of that, she has Pemphigus which is an autoimmune response to the IgG  [please note, these are photos of Ivy’s pemphigus blisters and they may be a little graphic for some people].

    These are horrible conditions that no adult should have to deal with, let alone a child.

    Ivy is currently on Prednisone and Mycophenolate to help control her symptoms and blistering; however, these drugs suppress her immune system, on top of the deficiency.

    Ivy’s mum says “…she was never good at mounting a response to infection but the meds make it worse.”

    She frequently ends up in hospital on IV antibiotics, just to help control the infection in her ears that never seems to completely disappear. She cannot be exposed to a simple virus in fear that it will land her back in hospital for days at a time.

    She can’t go to the playground to play.

    She can’t attend playgroup.

    She can’t head to the supermarket with her mother.

    She might never be able to go to regular school.

    She is only 2.

    However, there is a treatment that would give Ivy a good chance at normal life.

    It’s called IVIG (intravenous immunoglobulin) and it is a transfusion of immune cells that would bolster Ivy’s own immune system and help her fight infections in a normal way.

    Think about it, a chance at a normal life. A life that doesn’t involve frequent hospitalisations.

    Unfortunately, the officials at the Australian National Blood Authority have denied the request for Ivy to have this treatment. This treatment that could very well keep her out of hospital. So far, all appeals have been in vain.

    As Ivy’s Mum says on her website:

    “My little girl is going to have a life of hospital admissions and illness, some chronic, some life threatening, because some guy in an ivory tower decided she could survive without this medication.”

    How is this fair?

    What if it was your child? What if it was your sister’s child? Do the rules change for daughters of the officials? How come someone with a big stamp gets to say yes or no to this little girl’s chance at a normal life?

    It shouldn’t be like this.

    All I am asking for is 2 minutes of your time. If you could just head over here and sign our petition, we might be able to get enough support to convince the National Blood Authority officials to change their mind.

    Ivy is only 2. She deserves a chance to be normal.

    Please, a minute of your time could make all the difference for Ivy.

    Sign Petition

    ***UPDATE: As of 5pm today (my time) Ivy has been approved for her IVIG. Her doctors saw the petition and decided accordingly to fast track the decision process and approve her for treatment. I cannot thank everyone enough. Everyone who signed, everyone who blogged about it, posted it in forums, twittered and stumbled. I CANNOT thank you enough.

    This blogging community is amazing. YOU are amazing.

    If you have a blog and you would like to help spread the word, please feel free to copy this post and link back here to me at Sleepless Nights [so that I can follow where it has gone].

    And if you would like to follow Ivy’s story (and that of her twin brother and older siblings) you can find them here, at My Three Ring Circus, written by the talented Tiff. All photos were taken by Tiff as well.

  • Amy

    Amy is an entity all of her own. Seriously, the kid is a handful. A funny handful, but a handful.

    She has a pink ceramic dragon that she carries around alot.

    Amy – ‘Mummy! My monkey!’

    Me – ‘It’s a dragon. Say dragon’

    Amy – ‘Monkey!’

    Me – ‘But Amy, it’s a dragon. See?’

    Amy – ‘No, it my MONKEY!’

    Me – ‘Dragon…’

    Amy – [to her dragon] ‘Hi monkey, come here walk walk walk’

    Me – [to no one] ‘It’s a dragon.’

    [Additionally, I just asked her where her ‘monkey’ was so I could photograph it. She had it this morning, but I can’t see it now. Stupid idea, she is now running around the house crying ‘monkey! OH NO! Gone! MONKEY! GONE! OH NO!’]

    ***

    She sits next to me and asks ‘One?’

    ‘One what?’

    ‘Please? Have one?’

    ‘One what?’

    ‘One!!!’ [Starts to cry]

    ‘Sweetie, you need to tell me what one is’

    ‘PLEEEEEEASE…’

    ‘What do you want?’

    [Amy runs to cupboard and points to it]

    ‘No sweetie, we aren’t having any chocolate now’

    ‘PLEEEEASE? ONE?’

    ‘No sweetheart, no chocolate’

    ‘Mummeeeeee. OH NO!’ [tantrum]

    *sigh*

    ‘Nope, no chocolate today’

    [Amy loses her shit. No chocolate obviously equates to no light or love in her life. Heh. Whose child is she?]

    ***

    She turns 2 on Friday. Sorry, but how did I miss all that time passing? FRIDAY. TWO.

    God help me.

    Also? After a tantrumous Wednesday out in public, I want to get a t-shirt printed for me saying ‘She’s Two. That’s the problem’.

    I really REALLY want a t-shirt printed with that.

    ***

    But, aside from all the Two-ness that has stolen my toddler’s body, she is great fun. She eats anything and everything, but one of her favourite snacks is sliced cucumber with white balsamic vinegar. She would eat capsicum whole if I let her (unfortunately the seeds get everywhere) and she eats TONS of olives. Seriously, I think if I gave her a choice of olives and cucumber or chocolate, she would have a hard time choosing and would demand everything all at once.

    She runs and demands kisses at every opportunity. She climbs into my lap asking ‘hugs me!’ She growls at the animals in a perfect imitation of Nathan and I.

    And the crowning glory? The one I am SO not proud of?

    She says fuck.  Not very often, but when she does say it, it is used in context. Nathan and I nearly died the other day [laughing] because we were discussing ducks and Amy piped up with ‘Fuck a duck!’ Luckily she didn’t realise that we were laughing at her and hasn’t repeated it again.

    She’s Two. Christ.

  • The Situation

    5 and a half weeks ago, Nathan had a job. It was a secure job, mostly and he had been working there for 3+ years. He would even have been due to take his holidays about when this baby was due, which was nice.

    And then, the company was sold and new management came in. Worker’s hours started to get cut and nothing management did seemed quite above board. New workers were paid in cash and not to the award rates. Taxes were looking a little dodgy.

    To be honest, I think this company has kept the Union in work single handedly over the last 6 months.

    It’s funny you know, looking back I can see all the things that were steadily going wrong.

    One night, while at work (Nat’s hours were 12-6am), Nathan got a little hungry. An office he was cleaning had an open packet of Pringles on the desk. Unfortunately, the office workers in this particular office were incredibly attached to their potato chips and they had set up laptop camera’s to ‘possibly’ catch anyone taking them. Their excuse was that their Tim Tams had been going missing and they wanted to know why.

    [Just a side note? Tims Tams are the one biscuit Nat WON’T eat]

    Caught red-handed (pringle fisted?) on an illegal camera setup, Nathan was in a little bit of trouble. The Client that he was contracted to work for asked that he not work on site (there are many off-site places he could have been moved to) until the matter was sorted.

    Unfortunately, Nathan’s supervisor had a personal issue with Nathan (men!) and fired him on the spot. DESPITE the Boss not wanting him fired. DESPITE Nathan not having done enough to warrant sacking. DESPITE us now having a good case for unlawful dismissal.

    He was fired.

    Out of work.

    So, that was nearly 6 weeks ago.

    The only reason we managed to not go insane was that it happened at the exact same time as our tax return was cleared. So financially we were fine.

    Mentally though? His supervisor had no right to fire him. He wasn’t in charge of the hiring and firing and was told specifically to NOT fire him.

    After a phone call or two from the Union, trying to get shit sorted, said supervisor changed his phone numbers and refused to talk to the Union.

    The head honcho declared all his hands tied and said ‘I’ll see what I can sort out’. He never did. He also changed his phone numbers and refused to call anyone.

    You know what I find even more ironic though? Nathan’s supervisor, Mr. I-Have-All-The-Power, was recently sacked for mismanagement. So was his second in command.

    And slowly, slowly, we see Nat’s old company going down the drain (so far down that fucking drain) and we’re thankful that Nathan is out of there.

    Because you see, as stressful as it all was, Nathan starts a new job very shortly. A DAY job.

    I am thrilled. A little apprehensive about how I am going to go with a newborn and a toddler alone, but hey, I’ll cope.

    And dude, anything that got him away from that company can only have been a good thing. No matter quite how it came about.

    All over a few (seriously, he took FOUR) pringles.

    Fuck me!