Since Phoebe was little her left eye wandered outwards when she was tired or if it was sunny she would close it completely.
After many eye tests and eye patches, we learnt that her vision was great. So it was just a case of the muscle needed tightening to stop it from wandering outwards.
This was when we realised she needed an eye operation to fix it. In and out in one day and it would only take an hour to do.
I took her to the Trafford Centre to get a hospital bag to put her pyjamas and toys in. She chose a Dalmatian bag from Cath Kidson so she could put her toy dalmation in.
The staff at Stepping Hill hospital were amazing. Her surgeon Miss Maino told us what she was going to do to correct her eye and a nurse called Beth looked after Phoebe pre and post op.
Phoebe was not nervous at all. Maybe due to the fact that I had to take her to a&e two weeks before for splitting her chin open.
Three stitches and a teddy bear later she was back at home, so that experience definitely helped prepare her.
We arrived at Stepping Hill at 7am and she was in surgery by 10am. Sam took her in whilst she had the anaesthetic, which I was pleased about as my nerves had kicked in.
Only one of us could go into the room with her and she chose Sam. Afterwards she told me that she wanted her daddy to go in because I had been to hospital with her a couple of weeks before and she thought it would be nice for daddy to do something in hospital with her. Quite grown up for a five year old I thought!
After the operation was complete we went into the recovery room. Seeing her covered in wires brought back all the memories of her being in the neonatal unit.
It caught me off guard as I didn’t expect to see all the wires so I was glad she was asleep as I welled up instantly.
Holding back the tears we headed back up to the ward where she slept off the anaesthetic.
Her request when she woke up was chips and mash potato, carb heavy! The nurse added some mini chicken kievs to break up the potato!
Phoebe has recovered well and her eye so far looks great. She has another check up in three months before she is signed off.
I know I said my next blog post will be about Berridon Farm, but I have been at a wedding in Croatia last week so thought I would stick some pictures up of that first.
The groom was one of Sam’s best friends and as always I was apprehensive about leaving the kids for a few days.
It freaks me out when I’m in one country and they are in another. A few nights before I go I sleep badly and dread the flight.
When I arrive however I start to relax and enjoy some alone time with Sam. Sam’s friends are huge drinkers so needless to say each night was heavy. I slipped off early a couple of nights so I managed to do only one 4am finish. That was the average bedtime for everyone else, if not later.
The weekend was hilarious, from people losing their passports and missing the wedding, chilling on boats with nudists watching dolphins, to people losing various items on nights out including shoes.
Poreč, Croatia, is beautiful. Very hot (we melted on the wedding day), but truly stunning. Villa Polesini was a great venue and the view had the wow factor. Me and Sam said we would definitely go back with the kids.
So we have just come back from a week’s holiday. In that week we spent four days in the lovely Port Isaac in Cornwall.
Me and Sam haven’t been to Cornwall before and we can see why it is so popular. It is such a pretty part of the UK. Stunning scenery and lovely lovely people.
On the way to Port Isaac we stopped in Tintagel, which was a stunning little old village where King Arther was supposedly conceived.
We visited the old post office and joined the National Trust in there. The lady was wonderful and even let the twins use the staff toilet as they kept shouting ‘I need a wee mummy!’
We walked down to Merlin’s cave looking for mermaids and had a Cornish pasty, you can never go wrong with one of those for lunch.
Port Isaac itself was one of the prettiest villages I have ever seen. We stayed in a fab cottage just behind Nathan Outlaw’s fish restaurant (a massive thumbs up – food was delicious).
We also had the best fish and chips I have ever tasted in the old primary school. The battered fish literally melted in your mouth (I’m sounding like a proper foodie now aren’t I?).
Every place we ate in throughout our stay had amazing food. The Mote Seafood restaurant and the Port Gaverne were all delicious.
We went fishing in rock pools and had a look at Doc Martin’s house. They were filming whilst we were there one day, which was cool to see. I have just started to watch the first series (behind the times I know) now we have been to the place where it is filmed and love it!
In my next blog post I will tell you about the other place we stayed, the gorgeous Berridon Farm. Till then, enjoy the pictures.
So after last November when I went to Hogwarts in the Snow at the Harry Potter Warner Bros Studio Tour London, I caught what can only be described as a projectile vomiting sickness bug.
By the end of the tour I was that weak I had to be pushed out in a wheelchair by my friend (still managed to spend £70 in the gift shop).
As a massive Harry Potter fan, I was truly heartbroken and cried when I got home (oh yes it was that bad).
Fast forward to May and I gave it another shot, this time with my brothers. I appreciated so much that I wasn’t having to push through a school trip that was queuing to use the toilets for them to hear me barf for what literally felt like forever. I didn’t even care. I felt THAT ill.
I took loads of pictures on my phone the first time round due to the fact I literally couldn’t see out of my eyes I was that dilerious. This was so I could look back at them when I became a normal human again. That took a few days.
I wanted so much to go again that I decided to get my brother’s tickets for Christmas. One is a prop maker for television so it was right up his street and the other a builder and a big Harry Potter fan, so the construction side of the studio interested him.
It was a top day and this time I got to see all the prop detail with my non blurry eyes. I thought the butter beer might not taste nice but the caramel-like froth on top was insanely good.
I could honestly go every week. The Forbidden Forest was new this time round and it really was spectacular.
My brothers joined pottermore to see what houses they were in. Joe is a Hufflepuff like me and Danny a Slytherin, which me and Joe found hilarious, “honestly there are a lot of good Slytherins Danny don’t worry.”
I love the picture of us three in front of Hogwarts, although I do wish I took that rucksack off. I look like a right geek.
Anyway, here are the pics below. Yep even the one of me in a wheelchair.