Wow - I didn't realise it's been so long since I last posted!  Over a month.

Things have been really, really hectic.

Work has been busy - I've got some new key children, which are keeping me on my toes.  They're lovely, but more two-year old mean extra work!

I'm booked to have my tonsils out on 12th November...  I've had yet more tonsillitis and the NHS tried to give me the run around about dates, so I ended up going private.  I'm basically housebound for 2 weeks afterwards - I'm not allowed to mix with people because of the risk of infection.

I've also seen a consultant about my hip - I've had an MRI which seems to show a line at the top of the cement of my socket joint, which probably means the cement is coming loose...  I'm waiting for a bone scan to confirm, but it looks like the socket joint will need to be replaced.  Thankfully, the other part of the joint - the bit that goes into my femur - looks sound, so unless it looks like it needs replacing when they operate, they'll leave it alone.  It'll still mean around a week in hospital, 8 weeks on crutches and 3 months off work.  Then add on more physio time on top, and it's a long process.  I'm hoping I can leave it till the new year, but the risk is if it's dislocates completely, it'll need replacing immediately.

Counselling is going well.  A new little showed itself the other day.  It seems to be the one holding onto all the fear, pain and anxiety surrounding the abuse.  It's the one that was scared of him, and scared of him hurting us.  I wasn't really aware of them, just an increase in anxiety at bedtime...  but s/he suddenly started talking to Oya.  I think they spoke to Oya for about 15 mins, and I was left feeling quite disorientated afterwards.  I knew one of them were going to come forwards as I was feeling very fuzzy and floaty all session.

Titch has been very quiet.  Belle is liking all the craft stuff at preschool, and me getting messy with the little ones.  This new one is worrying me - I really thought I wasn't scared of him, or the abuse, but Oya thinks this little may have dealt with it all so I could cope.  How much does that mean s/he's holding on to?  That's a scary thought.

I have a night of writing EYFS profiles for my key children tonight - woohoo!!