AUSTRALIA DAY!

We had a rough go in our first apartment in Perth.

BUT…if you graciously accept the bad along with the good (which we didn’t), you may receive a nice surprise.

Or at least you may have MORE appreciation for the nice surprises that come along.

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The surprise?

Our new apartment looks over the park where Perth held its Australia Day festivities.  We had no idea.  Normally, Australia Day would pass us by, just like the Fourth of July and Bastille Day often do.  Heat, crowds and traffic are not for us, even when a good game of petanque is promised.

As a child, the anticipation for G was high as he watched the fairground assemble itself from our balcony.  As a parent, the thrill was in the knowledge I could walk him down and walk him right back.   Heat and crowds, yes, but traffic, no.

On the day we did everything he dreamed of.  We ate Sausage Sizzles (Australian for Hot Dogs) and Snow Cones.

We saw Bubble Shows and Motorcycle Stunts (along with this guy—>).

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That’s the AU chant.  Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi! Oi! Oi!

Bouncy Castles and Dunk Tanks were given a go.

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He tried to go down the highest water slide in the park (when I say highest, I mean it would give a little boy a zing in his tummy), but once he climbed up he discovered it was higher than he thought and he did NOT want to make the journey down.  There were tears and I had to climb up to get him.  I didn’t make a big deal of it, but I told him I thought he would enjoy it if he gave it a try.

From the terrace, the water slides looked fully conquerable!

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Just before we left, he said, “Mama.  I want to try the big slide again.”

I didn’t suggest it.  I didn’t push him.  He decided to do it of his own volition.

And he didn’t like it, but the little man tried so I ordered him some fireworks.

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Silver Linings Part 2

For Part 1, click—-> Silver Linings Part 1

The Royal Children’s Hospital in Melbourne is a Silver Lining for anyone who has to walk through its doors.  First of all, it’s Royal and that seems to be a big thing these days, doesn’t it?  Even the Queen has been for an inspection.

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Secondly, the hospital has its own meerkat enclosure…(!)

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and the Emergency Room we’re headed to is the jewel in its crown.  It has a two story, salt water aquarium smack dab in the middle of it.  We walk through the sliding glass doors and G is calm and serene.  This leads me to hope his arm is only sprained, but Mama  knows better.

“Mama!”  he says, “Look!  There’s a man in there with the fish”

And low and behold, among the nurse sharks and parrot fish swims a scuba diver.  May this be G’s only memory of this whole event.

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We watch him swim and tend to the fish for what could easily be fifteen minutes before we remember what we’re here for.  We go through admission, we go through triage, we go through accounts payable.  We head back to the fish.  We’re both surprised (and a little disappointed) when they immediately call G’s name.  We actually want to wait and hang with the fishies for a minute.  The X-Ray takes moments.  They whisk us into our own private waiting room with a reclining bed-chair.  A television brims with the child friendly content of our choice.  He cozies into my arms.

Silver Lining #?  I’ve lost count, haven’t you?

Now, I have never been described as stoic and in this moment of stillness I feel the full tumult of left over adrenaline. I try to sit with it when our gorgeous doctor, the embodiment of a Silver Lining for all the children she tends to, swings around the corner and looks at G with glowing admiration.

“You are a very brave boy,” she says as she sweeps his X-ray out of a manilla envelope.  G offers a polite smile, but clearly he’s watching TV and dislikes the interruption, “Your arm is broken in 2 places!”

She hands me the X-ray.  Both bones near his wrist are broken; clearly, plainly, obviously.  She starts to tell me what she’s going to do, but stops short.  With great concern she says, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes,” I lie, “Of course, I’m just fine.”

“You look a bit green.  Can I bring you some water or a cup of tea?” she asks.

“No, no.  I’m fine,” I repeat as the room closes in on me.  Oh. My. God.  Please.  Do. Not.  Faint.

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As if on cue, the Silver Lining of my life materializes from around the corner.

“Well hello,” M says, J. Peterman style.

He glances at the X-Ray, “Looks like you’ve broken your radius and your ulna little fellow.”

While many doctors harbor a secret yearning to be in Musical Theatre, M harbors a secret yearning to be a doctor.

He glances at what I suppose is my ashen face, “I’ll take it from here Doctor.”

He scoops G up off my lap.  I imagine as they walk down the hall he’s saying, ‘This reminds me of a time when I was deep in the heart of Africa, far from the safety of the Norfolk Hotel,  when my horse, Little Juniper…ahhh, may she rest in peace.  She was a sporting old girl, as beautiful as the chestnut waistcoat named after her, which comes in men’s sizes 30-38.   As I was saying, Little Joonie and I were locked eye to eye with a monstrous wildebeest…”

But the words I actually pick up as they travel away from me are ‘manipulate’ and ‘sandwich cast’ and ‘laughing gas.’  While I’m sad to be relieved of my duties, it’s probably best I don’t bear witness to the chain of events that will somehow connect these words together.

Besides, it’s only now I realize I am still covered head to toe in mulch.

M & G return a bit later.  I’ve gotten rid of the mulch, cried and had that cup of tea.  They look like they just returned from a boy’s day out.  They giggle and laugh as G shows me his new cast.  I think he likes it.

The next day, after a rough night of dreams where I was being chased by lions (seriously, my fight or flight response just does not know when to quit), several more Silver Linings popped up.

  1. His little pals signed his cast at the museum.

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2. Housekeeping left this note.  (Did I mention we were staying a hotel for all this?)

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3.  And M regaled me with the following story.  Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

The doctor told me it would really hurt to manipulate his bones, but they have to, they have to set them for the cast.  That’s why they used laughing gas.  But she told me before she gave it to him, it sometimes acts as a truth serum on kids.

He bursts out laughing.

I asked him about school and he told me he really likes Lizzy, but Lizzy likes Theo.

I burst out laughing.

Then he said Sara really likes him, but she’s mad at him right now and yelled at him for climbing too high on the climbing wall!

We both can’t stop laughing.

Then when she pressed his bones—don’t faint—he turned and looked at her like, what was that?  Then he gave her a big smile and flirty eyes like he was going to ask her out on a date.  Everyone in the room was cracking up.  Ahhh…little man.

 

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