Don't worry--there won't be any excessive wisdom shared today via my blog. All we'll do is have a little catch-up, and then be on our way--so much to do, isn't there?
Seems we left off around Diwali, and since then, even though so much has happened, I would be hard-pressed to tell you what it was.
Yes--there was Thanksgiving, National Day and Christmas....but as for IMPORTANT things...
the biggest in my books:
1. Pickle turned the big Oh-Five (so...he's FIVE now!).
I felt like a pretty negligent and lazy mom, throwing together his birthday party in under a week (in hindsight I realize I am super-mom and children's birthday party goddess, don't worry!). I am not sure what I was planning--to let his birthday pass, without a special celebration for my special boy? So, with the help of a close (small) group of friends, we had our little party. With ornament painting, gingerbread man decorating and a trip to the playground--I think everyone had fun!
Afterwards, Peter and I were talking about our friends "Uncle Pete" and "Aunty Zana"--they have attended almost all of the birthdays for all of our children--they have known them their entire lives. Uncle Pete picked Little A and I up at the airport when we first arrived in Abu Dhabi (and in fact, we had met him for a coffee before his flight home, the day Pickle was born). Aunty Zana was one of my first friends who I met at a Khalifa Ladies Coffee morning (the group has long since folded), and she used to accompany me to my ob appointments when I was pregnant (that was how we managed to squeeze in visiting time). They have both been such good friends to us, in our time here! We are so grateful for you both, Peter and Farzana!
2. Peter turned the big Three-Nine (so...he's 39 now)
The brief window where Peter no longer has to defer to me as the 'older and wiser one' is now open.
We took some butter tarts in to work (he STILL doesn't understand why they need to have raisins), and we had a very fun evening at ROGO's, the Roller Coaster restaurant at Yas Mall. We all loved watching everyone's food get delivered (we were at the tornado table--the loop-de-loop one was amazing too!)
2. The Reem Island Ghost
If you didn't hear about it in the news, this event shocked us all, here in 'the bubble'. I was very shaken by the story (which we learned about through conversation with our American friends Brian and Linda at our lovely dinner at the Easter Mangroves). We have come to feel so safe here...and after this incident, I can only imagine the increase demands on security companies and CCTV suppliers! Here is the link (warning--it is FREAKY and not suitable for children):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT5-j9YUGt4
3. Our beloved "Kitten' died
For my children who may be reading this blog in the future as a way to connect with your old mom in her younger years--who have not been told the full story of how she died--you will find it here. I apologize for keeping it from you, but I was unable to handle it as a 39 year old woman and I have no idea how you would have dealt with it. Daddy and I opted to give you an easier explanation for Kitten's death (which was equally true--but just not as painful for me).
Having to make the decision to euthanize this beautiful cat was probably the hardest thing I have done in my life. If you remember--Kitten was the perfect cat for an allergy sufferer like myself--an OUTDOOR cat. We fed her and gave her affection, and health care and in turn, she entertained us and interacted with us, through the glass (who am I kidding--we went out with her and gave her a snuggle or a play multiple times during the day). It was always so cool to look out and see her there, sleeping paws up in the kids' play house, hunting birds, or just watching us through the glass. We couldn't settle on a name for her, and "Kitten" stuck.
Unfortunately, she developed a habit of eating plastic, and we had already had surgery for her in April to remove foam (and the plug from Malou's flip-flop) from her stomache. She started to show signs that she was unwell again (there was a place she liked to go and hide in the bushes, under the water sprinkler), and so I had taken her to the vet. He was shocked by the hard, corrugated plastic piece he removed from her stomache (he said he asked them to check the x-ray machine because he thought it was inaccurate--he couldn't figure out how she swallowed it and got it down her throat).
I was supposed to pick her up on Wednesday, but then she started having a fever, so the vet opted to keep her. Wednesday night they called me and said her eyes were jaundiced, and they wanted to run extra tests to figure out what was causing it. As the costs were growing, I asked to speak to Fadey (who owns the clinic) to see if he could offer me a discount. When I spoke to him the next day, the decision I had made (en-route, in tears, while talking with my friend Shariza), was that I would pay whatever for the tests, get her fixed up, and re-home her to a sanctuary in Al Bahya, where they could keep her away from plastic. However, during my visit I asked to see Kitten--and upon seeing her, it became very obvious to me that she was suffering, and that there would be no recovery for her.
Kitten's pretty pink pads, and nose and lips had all turned pastel yellow. Her yellow eyes were rolled back in her head, and she could barely breathe. She vomitted blood on the table (though she couldn't lift her head to do it). I doubt she even registered the sound of my voice, or my touch. Through tears, I asked Fadey "can you fix her?" and he told me "it's not very likely....the kindest thing you could do for her now..."and he didn't have to finish, because I already knew. I sat with her while they injected her with the liquid to stop her heart, and then for a few minutes afterwards too, stroking her soft ears, and trying to remember all the details of our Kitten (my favourite will always be that black mark on her nose, that looked just like a mole) Just under ten seconds, and she was gone. It was heartbreaking, and even now, I am filled with sadness. However, at the time, despite how sad I was to let her go, I knew that at this point, letting her die 'naturally' would be so cruel and painful for her, and our Kitten didn't deserve that.
It is still awful, thinking about it.
The vet continued to assure me that it was the best decision. He said there was a very slim chance they could have fixed her--all the tests they wanted to run were just to know what had caused her very fast decline. Could've been that she had feline HIV, and that a virus got activated by all the stress of being sick and having a surgery. Also could have been that the plastic did more damage than they realized and hurt her in more places than they could fix. Which is what we chose to tell the kids.
That happened on Thursday, December 18, about 2:30 pm.
On Saturday, Peter went to the gym in the morning, at Garden's Plaza. He came home and reported that there was a little homeless kitten there. We debated about bringing her home...did we really want another cat?
In the end, we welcomed "Jonesy" (named after Jones the Grocer, the cafe where she was found) that evening. She is a three month old Arabian Mau mix. Though she did not ease the children's pain, when they discovered that Kitten had died (the euthanization is the only detail we held back), she has helped them heal a lot faster. Jonesy has helped them to remember Kitten (who lives in our hearts now), and to heal and make new experiences.
I think pets are amazing for children's development and growth.
And kittens are ADORABLE (and it doesn't hurt as much when they bite and scratch you!)
Jonesy ended up making our Christmas much happier (otherwise it would have been turkey and tears), which we shared with friends (new and old).
Seems we left off around Diwali, and since then, even though so much has happened, I would be hard-pressed to tell you what it was.
Yes--there was Thanksgiving, National Day and Christmas....but as for IMPORTANT things...
the biggest in my books:
1. Pickle turned the big Oh-Five (so...he's FIVE now!).
I felt like a pretty negligent and lazy mom, throwing together his birthday party in under a week (in hindsight I realize I am super-mom and children's birthday party goddess, don't worry!). I am not sure what I was planning--to let his birthday pass, without a special celebration for my special boy? So, with the help of a close (small) group of friends, we had our little party. With ornament painting, gingerbread man decorating and a trip to the playground--I think everyone had fun!
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| I love how Little A is holding him back from the flame |
2. Peter turned the big Three-Nine (so...he's 39 now)
The brief window where Peter no longer has to defer to me as the 'older and wiser one' is now open.
We took some butter tarts in to work (he STILL doesn't understand why they need to have raisins), and we had a very fun evening at ROGO's, the Roller Coaster restaurant at Yas Mall. We all loved watching everyone's food get delivered (we were at the tornado table--the loop-de-loop one was amazing too!)
2. The Reem Island Ghost
If you didn't hear about it in the news, this event shocked us all, here in 'the bubble'. I was very shaken by the story (which we learned about through conversation with our American friends Brian and Linda at our lovely dinner at the Easter Mangroves). We have come to feel so safe here...and after this incident, I can only imagine the increase demands on security companies and CCTV suppliers! Here is the link (warning--it is FREAKY and not suitable for children):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT5-j9YUGt4
3. Our beloved "Kitten' died
For my children who may be reading this blog in the future as a way to connect with your old mom in her younger years--who have not been told the full story of how she died--you will find it here. I apologize for keeping it from you, but I was unable to handle it as a 39 year old woman and I have no idea how you would have dealt with it. Daddy and I opted to give you an easier explanation for Kitten's death (which was equally true--but just not as painful for me).
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| Through the looking glass--I always envied her sleeps |
Having to make the decision to euthanize this beautiful cat was probably the hardest thing I have done in my life. If you remember--Kitten was the perfect cat for an allergy sufferer like myself--an OUTDOOR cat. We fed her and gave her affection, and health care and in turn, she entertained us and interacted with us, through the glass (who am I kidding--we went out with her and gave her a snuggle or a play multiple times during the day). It was always so cool to look out and see her there, sleeping paws up in the kids' play house, hunting birds, or just watching us through the glass. We couldn't settle on a name for her, and "Kitten" stuck.
Unfortunately, she developed a habit of eating plastic, and we had already had surgery for her in April to remove foam (and the plug from Malou's flip-flop) from her stomache. She started to show signs that she was unwell again (there was a place she liked to go and hide in the bushes, under the water sprinkler), and so I had taken her to the vet. He was shocked by the hard, corrugated plastic piece he removed from her stomache (he said he asked them to check the x-ray machine because he thought it was inaccurate--he couldn't figure out how she swallowed it and got it down her throat).
I was supposed to pick her up on Wednesday, but then she started having a fever, so the vet opted to keep her. Wednesday night they called me and said her eyes were jaundiced, and they wanted to run extra tests to figure out what was causing it. As the costs were growing, I asked to speak to Fadey (who owns the clinic) to see if he could offer me a discount. When I spoke to him the next day, the decision I had made (en-route, in tears, while talking with my friend Shariza), was that I would pay whatever for the tests, get her fixed up, and re-home her to a sanctuary in Al Bahya, where they could keep her away from plastic. However, during my visit I asked to see Kitten--and upon seeing her, it became very obvious to me that she was suffering, and that there would be no recovery for her.
Kitten's pretty pink pads, and nose and lips had all turned pastel yellow. Her yellow eyes were rolled back in her head, and she could barely breathe. She vomitted blood on the table (though she couldn't lift her head to do it). I doubt she even registered the sound of my voice, or my touch. Through tears, I asked Fadey "can you fix her?" and he told me "it's not very likely....the kindest thing you could do for her now..."and he didn't have to finish, because I already knew. I sat with her while they injected her with the liquid to stop her heart, and then for a few minutes afterwards too, stroking her soft ears, and trying to remember all the details of our Kitten (my favourite will always be that black mark on her nose, that looked just like a mole) Just under ten seconds, and she was gone. It was heartbreaking, and even now, I am filled with sadness. However, at the time, despite how sad I was to let her go, I knew that at this point, letting her die 'naturally' would be so cruel and painful for her, and our Kitten didn't deserve that.
It is still awful, thinking about it.
The vet continued to assure me that it was the best decision. He said there was a very slim chance they could have fixed her--all the tests they wanted to run were just to know what had caused her very fast decline. Could've been that she had feline HIV, and that a virus got activated by all the stress of being sick and having a surgery. Also could have been that the plastic did more damage than they realized and hurt her in more places than they could fix. Which is what we chose to tell the kids.
That happened on Thursday, December 18, about 2:30 pm.
On Saturday, Peter went to the gym in the morning, at Garden's Plaza. He came home and reported that there was a little homeless kitten there. We debated about bringing her home...did we really want another cat?
In the end, we welcomed "Jonesy" (named after Jones the Grocer, the cafe where she was found) that evening. She is a three month old Arabian Mau mix. Though she did not ease the children's pain, when they discovered that Kitten had died (the euthanization is the only detail we held back), she has helped them heal a lot faster. Jonesy has helped them to remember Kitten (who lives in our hearts now), and to heal and make new experiences.
I think pets are amazing for children's development and growth.
And kittens are ADORABLE (and it doesn't hurt as much when they bite and scratch you!)
Jonesy ended up making our Christmas much happier (otherwise it would have been turkey and tears), which we shared with friends (new and old).
Peter and I shared a quiet New Year, watched Love Actually, and had a "family sleepover" (all five of us slept in one room--by CHOICE).
As for 2015...I don't know what will happen. I know that some of our friends will move away, and new friends will come into our lives. I know that the children will keep growing and having their life's dramas, and my world will revolve around it. I know I will spend a lot more time at Yas Mall (grocery shopping) than Mushrif (it's TEN MINUTES door to door!).
We are looking forward to a lot of things: more birthday celebrations, seeing my parents in Austria this summer, Magoo starting school in September (both a joy and a sadness) and having good friends come and visit us in December (Sandy and FIONA!!). I will NOT be attending the Michael Buble concert--I have been trying to get tickets but the site crashed as soon as sales were open--and somehow, though I have never managed to connect even ONE TIME--the concert has SOLD OUT.
And I am sure there will be lots of other events that we will be grateful for throughout the year (perhaps a wedding???).
I am no longer into 'making resolutions' and feeling guilty when I fail to keep them. I know I need to make some changes in my life, I know what they are, and I need to make a commitment, have some discipline and do it. Sending best wishes for 2015 to all of our family and friends, near and far--we love you and are grateful for your love.
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