We are having a pretty quiet week considering preschool has gone back.
After thinking about my swimming dilemma and listening to everyone's advice, I have decided to go for the regular swimming lessons this term. Our swim school was more than happy to have Ashlea (and I) in the Mums & Bubs class, so we start next week. At first I was going to try and take Ashlea swimming while Audrey and Emma had their lessons, but I think that is a bit crazy and there is a fairly high chance I will end up screeching wildly at everyone while trying to dress myself and 3 children, so I will take Ashlea seperately. Next Thursday is the day...obviously I will let you all know how it goes! Part of me is apprehensive at being so "out there" - knowing there will be lots of questions from other parents, but the other half of me thinks "Stuff it - people need to get used to seeing people with disabilities out and about in the community".
Today we attended a Renal Transplant & Dialysis Information Day at the children's hospital. It was very helpful and informative, although I did have an "I can't believe this is my life" moment whilst driving home. Not that I can't believe this is my life, its just that I sometimes forget that this life, my life, is very different from most other people's lives. Attending an information session about dialysis and transplants certainly makes you realise how different - especially when your reaction is "that was really good" rather than "Oh no, I can't believe my poor child has to go through all this".
Although I think I am quite 'tough' now and attending these things is part of our lives, there was one moment during the talk that did make me tear up - when a dad who had donated a kidney to his daughter got up and spoke. It wasn't anything profound that he said, it was just seeing him that made me tear up. Seeing ordinary people, who you wouldn't give a second look at in the street, living extraordinary lives and doing amazing things for their children. It is a privilege to meet people like that.