Yep, you heard it here first - that's what Triple M actually stands for - miscarriage, meningitis and Mother's Day. I mean, I know I don't have it that bad, and there are so many people in the world who have real problems, but right now I'm literally holding my arms out shouting "COME ON!" to the universe.
A few days after the miscarriage, I headed back to hospital with a headache and fever that all the paracetamol and ibuprofen in the world wouldn't shift. Three days later, two ultrasounds, a CT scan, MRI, lumbar puncture and a bunch of blood tests, IV fluids, antibiotics, and anti clotting injections in the gut, and it turns out I have viral meningitis. Apparently completely unrelated to the miscarriage, and just shitty luck.
And because crap things happen in threes, a guy ran into the side of our car on Mother's Day morning. Of course.
STILL. All things considered, every single thing that has happened in the last week and a half could have been so much worse. And while nothing gets you out of a funk like booking a holiday (here we come Europe), there's also nothing that makes me feel more grateful than thinking back on holidays and travels.
I'm so glad in March we managed to head to Noosa on our first family holiday on our own in years. Not going to lie, I was a bit hesitant about being on our own for a whole week (entertaining your own kids is exhausting - plus, what were we going to talk about?!) but it was one of my favourite holidays ever. The kids loved spending days in the pool, on the beach, scooting around adventuring, and just being with us.
If I could capture our feelings on that holiday, and play them back to the boys as they grow up, there is no doubt they would understand just how much they are loved and how happy a childhood they have.
So here's to a new week. See you later M's. And good riddance.
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