2017 vs 2018 – 15kg down: a photo comparison

As I write this post I’m sipping on wine, and reminding myself why I’m posting these photos. I’m almost chanting it to myself.

It’s all part of the journey. You’re just writing about the journey. It’s all part of the journey.

Thing is, it’s bloody hard to post this. I’m not proud of the before photo, or the after photo. I’m not where I want to be. But I’m proud of the difference.

Finding my photos

I was going through photos the other night, trying to put together a photo album of my son’s first 12 months on earth when I stumbled upon my before photos. I had taken them and promptly forgotten about them. [...]  read more

Diagnosis: eating disorder

Hi, my name is Kelly and I have an Eating Disorder.

The big E.D.

See, here’s the thing. When I hit rock bottom a fortnight ago, I thought it was just a self image thing. A simple “I’m overweight and I need to fix it” kind of thing. And that’s still true, nothing has changed there. What I didn’t expect was to have to get smacked over the head with a truth bomb, eat a huge piece of humble pie, and confess some huge secrets that not even I had really clicked that I was hiding. Or at least, had buried so deep inside I couldn’t see them. [...]  read more

Overweight and out of control

There’s the saying that when you hit rock bottom the only way to go is up. 

I’ve hit rock bottom.

It’s been a while since I’ve done an emotional post like this, but there’s been some things simmering away in the background. I’ve not had time to get in front of the computer and do what I usually do – share my emotions publicly. But here it is. 

I’m so extremely unhappy with how I look right now. I am still nearly 30kg above what I was just before I fell pregnant. It’s been 9 months since he was born, and in that 9 months I’ve heard it all: [...]  read more

Things I appreciate more after gastro

Baby in a hospital cot

We haven’t been on a great health streak here at home. I actually started wondering at some point if our house was just a cesspool of bacteria, but reminded myself that my son has just recently started daycare. The sorts of germs and bugs he would be exposed to there and bring home is surely the cause of our health woes.

In the past few weeks we’ve had:

  • Viral infection (Luca and Mario)
  • Colds (all of us)
  • Chest infection (me)
  • Ear infection (me)
  • Gastro (Mario and I, while dealing with both the chest and ear infection on my part mind you)

Right now Mario is still getting over what we thought was gastro, but seems to be a viral infection too, since it’s taken days for him to kick it where I was done after 24 hours.

Gastro kicked my ass

I was actually dehydrated to the point that I was hospitalised. After 3L of fluid was delivered via a drip overnight I returned home feeling much better. It still took another 24 hours before I was able to start eating properly. Luca came and stayed in the hospital with me and was so good. The nurses loved him! They had set me up with a cot for him (something out of a horror movie mind you) and when I put him in there so I could go to the toilet he looked like he was in a zoo cage!

It was the most brutal gastro I think I’ve ever had. It started on Monday afternoon; my stomach felt off and all of a sudden my energy dipped in a dramatic way. I rang Mario and asked him to come home from work, and within minutes of him arriving and taking Luca I was projectile vomiting into the toilet. I was throwing up every 20mins or so, and shortly after I started Mario started up as well.

We ended up having to call my sister in law to look after Luca, and eventually I went off to the hospital. We had called an ambulance since neither of us were in a state to drive, Luca was screaming and we didn’t know if anything was wrong with him. On top of that I didn’t want to confine my SIL in a car with us and run the risk of her copping it too. I started throwing up just after 1.30, and didn’t stop until after 7 (the ambulance officers gave me an anti-nausea tablet that was compatible with my antibiotics for the chest/ear infection and breastfeeding).

I was so relieved when it was over.

So, reflecting on that experience here’s a few things that I’m now extremely grateful for.

Things I’m grateful for after having gastro

  • Solid poop – You don’t realise how good a normal poop is when you can’t have them. One of the nurses was telling me that another patient with gastro had described her poop as “a brown laser”. Best. Description. Ever.
  • Multi-tasking – After years in the office and juggling a lot of things I knew I was pretty decent with multi-tasking. But it’s not until you’re simultaneously on the toilet with “brown lasers” and throwing up in a bucket that you appreciate your ability to coordinate two things at once. My bathroom remained tidy that day.
  • Washing machines and dryers – Once I returned home I stripped all beds of their sheets to wash. Any blanket, bath mat, or towel that had been touched or was even just in the room where we were was ultimately sent through the wash. For a day I couldn’t see the floor of the laundry. But after nearly 2 full days of washing and drying I’m finally back on top of the washing pile. We’re in the middle of excavating and building a retaining wall so my outside line is unusable at the moment too.
  • Ambulances and hospital staff – normally I wouldn’t have called an ambulance, but I was just that sick. It turns out it was the right call. The officers told me later they knew straight away they were taking me to the hospital. I could barely stand, my blood pressure was 90/60 when they checked it and I was suffering pretty bad dehydration. My baby was screaming. My husband could barely move. I made the call, judge me as you will. Everyone we dealt with was amazing. The medics, that treated us with care and humour to lighten the situation. The staff at the hospital that did their best to make me comfortable and help with my son. They were wonderful.
  • Family – for my sister in law who dropped everything to come and help us out when she received a stressed phone call. My father who came to the hospital to try and hold Luca so I could receive treatment (as it was Luca didn’t want to be held by anyone but me, he could sense something was up), and for driving me home the following morning. I was so grateful for the support.
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    A crappy 48 hours

    toilet roll holder

    It’s been a bit of an interesting 48 hours here at Casa De Kelly’s World. I got hit with a bug, and we’re still not sure whether it was gastro or food poisoning, but it’s not been pretty.

    On Wednesday I spent the entire day out with the little man and his aunties at the zoo. When we got home I was exhausted, but felt OK. Mario got home from work, he took Luca and the next thing I knew I passed out on the couch for an hour. It was nice, extremely rare, but unexpected. I had developed a bit of a headache too, but at that point it wasn’t an issue.

    During dinner I started to feel my head thumping a bit more. I had two nurofen with dinner in the hopes that it would dull the headache down. I also felt extremely hot so I grabbed a wet compress and put it on the back of my neck to cool down. Later I started to feel a bit cold, so I took off the compress and turned off the fan.

    That night just before bed I grabbed a bottle of water and had a drink. Suddenly my stomach started churning. I complained to Mario, but managed to fall asleep. Overnight I had the usual wake ups to feed Luca, but nothing out of the ordinary.

    The next morning seemed normal. Mario went to work, and I got on with things at home with Luca. I had all these grand plans of playing with him, and while he was napping, doing a ton of housework. I had written a big list on the chalkboard and was ready to kick some ass.

    Then the rumbles began.

    The stomach issues begin

    Suddenly, I found myself having to go to the loo. Repeatedly. I was still able to get stuff done, but the toilet sessions were becoming a bit too frequent. Thankfully Luca is a great bub, so whenever I needed to go I was able to either lay him on our bed and go in the ensuite, or if we were down the other end of the house, strap him into the swing and go to the regular toilet. I was starting to feel a bit low on energy as well, despite trying to keep fluids going.

    Finally things started to come to a head. I had been rocking Luca trying to get him to sleep, when I knew I only had seconds to get to the toilet. I walked quickly (with my butt cheeks clenched very tightly) to the bedroom, put Luca on the bed and went to the loo. From the ensuite I could keep an eye on him and make sure he was safe.

    On this occasion he lost it. He was tired and needed a sleep, and didn’t appreciate being put down. We’re talking the full blown scream “I’m very unhappy” version. Unfortunately I had to let him ride it out, because in my state there was no way I was able to get up from the toilet without making a mess (unless of course it was an emergency like if he were to look in danger of falling off the bed, in which case nothing else mattered).

    Mario to the rescue

    Usually when I’m sick I try to suck it up and press on. I was a workaholic before I went on maternity leave, so if I was sick you needed to physically take the laptop from me to prevent me from working.

    With a baby the game has changed.

    I had to suck it up and ask Mario to come home. Thankfully the boss gave him the all clear to take leave and after about 20mins Mario arrived home. He took Luca, and I laid down. Straight away I passed out for an hour.

    The rest of the day passed in a blur. When I was awake I was on the couch, the toilet, or feeding Luca. I had zero energy. I tried to stand to rock Luca and was quickly told to sit down. Thank god, because I felt dizzy every time I stood up. Mario did everything, and I did nothing. He looked after me so well!

    That night I started to feel like things were getting better, so thought he’d be fine to go back to work the following day.

    Disaster strikes again

    Early this morning disaster struck again. I had gotten up to feed Luca, so at the time was sitting in the nursing chair.

    I felt my stomach rumble again.

    It wasn’t an overly large rumble, not like the previous day. However on this occasion I had a baby laying over my stomach putting pressure on my intestines. I thought I could ride it out, feed Luca and put him back to bed then go to the toilet.

    The rumbles grew.

    I don’t know how long I sat there nursing, but let me tell you, it was the best workout for my butt! My buns of steel were clenched so hard. When I thought Luca was ready to be put down, I braced my abs and my butt and leaned over the cot to put him back down. Just as I thought I was in the clear he awoke.


    I picked him up and started rocking again, thinking of the fact my husband was sleeping blissfully in our bedroom. I was mentally cursing him. I finally began to contemplate waking him and asking him to take Luca.

    Mario to the rescue vol. 2

    Appearing out of the darkness, our hero of the day appeared. I nearly threw our baby at him, and charged down the hallway to the toilet.

    I barely made it.

    Reluctantly, I admitted I may need his help again for the day. And he really has helped. It would have been extremely difficult looking after Luca today. There would have been tears, and this time from me.

    Feeling better

    Thankfully right now I’m feeling better. Another day of rest seems to have done the trick. We still don’t know whether it’s gastro or if it’s salmonella poisoning, but I’m leaning towards the salmonella. I haven’t vomited, and the only nauseous feeling was that bit on the first night. Other than that it’s been all intestinal. There’s also only one food that I ate that no one else did, and the timing of it matched salmonella.

    I’ve rested again most of the day, and drank fluids to keep up the hydration levels. I’ve also had a probiotic to try and help my gut recover.

    I really don’t like getting sick, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had any bugs of the toilet nature. But they suck! I’m just so grateful that Mario was able to stay home and help me, I know that other people aren’t as lucky with their own partners. But trust me, I do not take it for granted.

    At least it was fun to drop the poo jokes on facebook though! Go on, anyone got some great poo jokes to share?