Well, it's only taken me two months (cough) but erm (drumroll)..... "Introducing the latest addition to the Penko household - Lachlan Callaghan Penko!!!" (Applause, etc).
Lachlan was born, in a bit of a rush, on 14 may at 12.40 am. For non Aussie viewers, the 13th was Mother's Day. My present? An epidural.
Anyway, things have been a bit hectic since he was born. Two weeks in he began projectile vomitting - I'm talking wall hitting stuff - and we assumed that he'd developed reflux, like big brother Ben. No such luck. After a 3 am trip to Emergency at the Royal Children's Hospital, we discovered that Lachie had Pyloric Stenosis, a gradual thickening of the sphyncter at the bottom of the stomach, which meant food was finding it dfficult to leave his tummy and, left unchecked, it would close completely and he'd starve to death.
Gulp.
Anyway, he had to undergo surgery which was, frankly, the most traumatic thing I think a mother can experience. To see the little fella with drips in his arms, feeding tubes up his nose, antibiotics in his arms... Just horrendous. But, oddly, the worst thing for me was that he couldn't feed for 24 hour prior to surgery - and I couldn't hold him because smelling my milk made him even more upset than he already was.
So, yeah. It's been a ride. To add insult to injury, Lachie's surgery became infected (cue heaps of antibiotics) and he was later diagnosed with also having reflux, so he's had more drugs than Courtney Love (erm, allegedly.
Still. He's here. he's gorgeous and he's rockin' my world. And I get to spend the rest of his life watching him develop into a little man. Aren't I the lucky one?
