Kyle--- Saving lives
Without Prejudice
He was so small, although my daughter, Yvette would have argued the toss. He was 2 weeks overdue, and ended up being 7lb 10 oz. He came in a rush and we weren't prepared for his quick entry in to the world. And Yvette was exhausted in the end, just 17 and having her first baby. Following in my foot steps and I hadn't wanted her to.
He had been the wrong way round till the end of the pregnancy and was turned in the end and Yvette said it was beyone painful, the turning. But finally he was coming out and because of the turning had the cord wrapped around his neck 3 times.
The birth was dramatic and bloody, Yvette screaming at the Episiotomy and the female Doctor ignoring and slipping the cord from around his neck. She told Yvette the next day how saacry it was and Yvette cried and cried thinking of how she could have so easily lost him.
Lauren came from school every day to visit with her BBF Kerry Froud. Lauren would spend hours gazing at this baby of her older sis for hours, just watching him, sleep. She sat on the Hospital bed and ate Yvette's hospital food. Two weeks later she died.
It was almost Christmas when Lauren died and we had contracts to fulfil, jobs to do, and we couldn't function so our Family Doctor arranged emergency grief counselling. The counsellors mentioned my wonderful new Grandson, and I thought'
"He's a blob in a basket, and I don't know him"
I thought they were idiots at first as all I wanted to do was ease my pain and talk about Lauren, who I had had for twelve and a half wonderful years. I was still struggling with my ex's mid life crisis at that time. he came to counselling once. Kyle was to him a reminder of his age and he didn't want to be a Grandfather.
Deb and I picked up on what the counsellors were trying to say. Lauren was our past, a gorgeous butterfly who could no longer be helped but Kyle could be. So from that day to this we took him on. He thought he had 5 Mothers at that time. Yvette was post natally depressed and grieving for her sister. Kyle needed practical attentio. So Deb and I moved in on him and he became "Ours" for a while. Wholly and solely.
We fed him, changed him, slept beside him and loved him.We took him everywhere with us. We were so proud of him. And we were able to laugh at his antics even though our hearts were broken. But the counsellors were right in the end. Looking after Kyle focused us and we were able to get back to a semi real existence.
I knew from the day I walked into counselling I would not stay with my ex husband. Too much had gone on and I despised him. A friend said I would leave him once I was independent of him. That was 1985 when I was at Hallam High doing my HSC as a mature age student. I didn't believe her then as I had tried to leave so many times and failed.
But I did win in the end and told him to leave the Family Home 5 months after Lauren died. And we all then got on with the raising of Kyle. His welfare became our biggest challenge and delight. He had curls in abundance and Deb would brush them so they stood out on his head like Ronald McDonald and he would cry. Deb would absolutely wet herself laughing at him.
Yvette was off the wall chasing Simon Kyle's young teenage Dad. She was determined to straighten him out and tried and tried and tried. We were upset with her for some of her actions, thinking of Kyle but he was happy, wherever he was. We dressed him up in funny clothes and played little tricks on him.
We were starting to realise his life was not going to be easy so we started to toughen him up. We were also determined he was going to be brought up by an all female family and wanted to see how that would all turn out. Would he be manly without male role nodels ?? Yvette taught him to pee standing up not sitting down and said,
Tap, tap, anymore than 3 times is a tug"
We had never had a male in the family. When Kyle was born I uttered the words,
Oh My God, it's a boy", seeing the penis and balls.
It was like a miracle to me. I had only been able to produce girls in which my ex hisband was not pleased and blamed me. He's remarried and has 2 boys now, so he should be on top of the world, but he never is, thats just him. Hates rejection. Last word I speak of him as I won't waste one second of a happy life with bastardry.
Kyle ran around our lives like a little God. By the time he was two, nearly 3 he could talk like an adult, escape any restraint, ride a bike without training wheels and tell lies to the cops who picked him up once. he was a little Houdini and could climb any fence, gate and would do this every day.
So he went missing and we went looking and so did the Police. He had told them he was Josh Hawkins and pointed his way home. He was 3 then and a little bugger. We would wake up to Kitty Litter and cornflakes mixed together all over the floor of the kitchen. he was becoming spoilt. Deb abd I set up a hige Xmas tree that year for him and he walked out and said he hated it.It was,
"Too Big !"
He cried at Batman and The Penguin as the parents put the baby Penguin in the river in a basket.
"Where is his Mummy and Daddy"
Kyle cried and was inconsolable. But I made him watch the rest and it was his favourite Movie for ages, played over and over.
And he was officially put into my custody then but Yvette and I kept it flexible. Simon was locked away for stealing 144 cars with another boy. Simon was then 17. It was the beginning of a life of incarceration as they don't rehabilitate in jail. Thats up to you or your family.
Kyle was growing and growing and Yvette was taking on more and more care of him. I knew if I won custody she would come to me and she did. There was so much shit going on around then our lives were completely crazy. I packed up Yvette and Mara and Alena and made them get on a one way bus to Qld. My Dad and Carol, his girlfriend lived on a farm at Jacobs Well.
They went there all of them and loved it and gradually began living a normal life. They moved to a Caravan Park in Southport and had a ball. Alena was 17 and coming off meds, Mara was 16 and Yvette was 21. They enjoyed it up there and after a visit by us, Deb, me and a few friends at Christmas Yvette decided to stay there. She had met a new man, a Policeman and he was adorable, Joe.
I was working at Bosch, first in the Canteen, after noon shift so I could have Kyle and when he was safe with Yvette I applied to the office. I worked in the Warehouse clocking returns and then was promoted to the Engineers Department. I was never so bored in my life and set about learning more to alleviate the boredom.
I went to Computer lessons one on one with a man in Endeavour Hills and when my big boss found out, Peter Pang, he praised me and paid for the cost of my course. He was a terribly hard Boss on his execs. Nothing for him to expect them to work to 11 pm, two men had heart attacks from stress.
My immediate boss was a shy Vietnamese man, named Thom.He was great to work for as he thought everything I did was wonderful and I learned Engineer terms and ABS and all these new and wonderful gadgets that went on cars. I was considered a bit of an upstart as I had come from the canteen after all, and the factory floor but I didn't care.
At Bosch we learned computer at the old Nissen factory across the road. All the department including guys from the factory floor who had no idea. They were so funny and we went into hysterics every day. The room with no windows giving us cabin fever and brain headaches when we went home. It was intense learning and fun, the teachers were good and thorough.
I just happened to sit nect to a guy I had worked with in the Factory. he was just sweet and funny and had no clue about computers and he made the dull days of learning so much easier. He was so inept and didn't mind saying so and I could not look at him or he me after a while as we would start giggling like loons and then laughing as if we could never stop.
I was lucky as I didn't have to unlearn the old sysytem and had learned the new system and sudddenly the lovely but snooty Bosses secretary was asking me for advice. So were the other women in the Office and I taught them in my lunch time and after work. Keeping up with the skills was a big part of the job and my fingers flew on keyboards.
I learned protocols, which bosses were to be called Mister in a German culture that was efficient and quite intense. One man Wolf thought all the other execs were idiots and said so loudly. One man an Egyptian wore makeup, foundation and powder and had kohl rimmed eyes. he leaned over my work station once and I saw the foundation caught in the bristly hair on his face and felt sick.
They were certainly a mixed bag. From my canteen days I had met up with the biggest man in sales, Mark. He nd I were firm friends and he would often come and het me for lunch, making all the other women twitter, but I didn't care. I adore him and he me but in a purely platonic way. His girlfriend was a great girl and worked there too.
She sadly died from an asthma attack in the driveway of Mark's palatial home in Narre Warren North. He lived on acres and cares of prime land and it was all paid for. Impressive. he had taken me there once or twice and I loved it. Horses and sweeping views. We rode the horses and sat around drinking and talking. His girlfriend was tiny and frail and very shy.
When she died he was beside himself and went overseas for a few years to get over it. e had pulled into the driveway and she was slumped on the gravel, dead. His grief was beyond measure. But I did catch up with him a while ago and he was with a new girl and was talking marriage and babies. Something he never wanted to do when with his "love of his Life".
Yvette called me and asked me to take care of Kyle once again and he came back to Victoria with a friend who was on her way back from the Gold Coast. I picked him up, Deb wasn't working then as she had a falling out with her Dad, so she took care of Kyle.
In the end I decided to go back to the Gold Coast myself, take Kyle back to his Mum. Deb was back at work then at Boral Montoro roof tiles in Dingley, where she met her future husband. I packed up, resigned from Bosch, and headed off for new pastures. A fresh start.
The girls were living in Liam Court Labrador, a double story unit by then. It was April and hot. I had a few things to sort out up there, a few "Mother" things and Mara and Alena decided to go back to Melbourne, leaving Yvette and I high and dry for a while. But my main focus was Kyle and he was well and happy, but cheeky. I said to him once,
"Up to bed"
He stood on the stairs in his flannelette PJ's and said,
"Nana, I not your whole world, any more"
"Good", I replied
"Now get up to bed you little shit"
And he did.
One of his tests came when Dad was on the run from a treatment facility in lieu of a jail term, 10 weeks in to the 12 week course, he escaped. Yvette sheltered Simon for a while until one day he went to score with the 3 little boys in the back of the car. He was across the road at a telephone box when the Police pulled up behind the car.
He didn't cross the road, fearing arrest and watched as they took his boys away. He rang Yvette and she went mental and bolted to the Police Station, DHS there before her and the boys were put in Temporary Foster Homes. She grabbed hold of Kyle who was with her and gave him $20 to go back to Victoria.
She put him on a bus and offered up a prayer.
Kyle hopped on the bus and took off across 3 states to get home. he said it was good and people felt sorry for him and bought him food and drinks.
He was 10.
Love Nana xoxo
He was so small, although my daughter, Yvette would have argued the toss. He was 2 weeks overdue, and ended up being 7lb 10 oz. He came in a rush and we weren't prepared for his quick entry in to the world. And Yvette was exhausted in the end, just 17 and having her first baby. Following in my foot steps and I hadn't wanted her to.
He had been the wrong way round till the end of the pregnancy and was turned in the end and Yvette said it was beyone painful, the turning. But finally he was coming out and because of the turning had the cord wrapped around his neck 3 times.
The birth was dramatic and bloody, Yvette screaming at the Episiotomy and the female Doctor ignoring and slipping the cord from around his neck. She told Yvette the next day how saacry it was and Yvette cried and cried thinking of how she could have so easily lost him.
Lauren came from school every day to visit with her BBF Kerry Froud. Lauren would spend hours gazing at this baby of her older sis for hours, just watching him, sleep. She sat on the Hospital bed and ate Yvette's hospital food. Two weeks later she died.
It was almost Christmas when Lauren died and we had contracts to fulfil, jobs to do, and we couldn't function so our Family Doctor arranged emergency grief counselling. The counsellors mentioned my wonderful new Grandson, and I thought'
"He's a blob in a basket, and I don't know him"
I thought they were idiots at first as all I wanted to do was ease my pain and talk about Lauren, who I had had for twelve and a half wonderful years. I was still struggling with my ex's mid life crisis at that time. he came to counselling once. Kyle was to him a reminder of his age and he didn't want to be a Grandfather.
Deb and I picked up on what the counsellors were trying to say. Lauren was our past, a gorgeous butterfly who could no longer be helped but Kyle could be. So from that day to this we took him on. He thought he had 5 Mothers at that time. Yvette was post natally depressed and grieving for her sister. Kyle needed practical attentio. So Deb and I moved in on him and he became "Ours" for a while. Wholly and solely.
We fed him, changed him, slept beside him and loved him.We took him everywhere with us. We were so proud of him. And we were able to laugh at his antics even though our hearts were broken. But the counsellors were right in the end. Looking after Kyle focused us and we were able to get back to a semi real existence.
I knew from the day I walked into counselling I would not stay with my ex husband. Too much had gone on and I despised him. A friend said I would leave him once I was independent of him. That was 1985 when I was at Hallam High doing my HSC as a mature age student. I didn't believe her then as I had tried to leave so many times and failed.
But I did win in the end and told him to leave the Family Home 5 months after Lauren died. And we all then got on with the raising of Kyle. His welfare became our biggest challenge and delight. He had curls in abundance and Deb would brush them so they stood out on his head like Ronald McDonald and he would cry. Deb would absolutely wet herself laughing at him.
Yvette was off the wall chasing Simon Kyle's young teenage Dad. She was determined to straighten him out and tried and tried and tried. We were upset with her for some of her actions, thinking of Kyle but he was happy, wherever he was. We dressed him up in funny clothes and played little tricks on him.
We were starting to realise his life was not going to be easy so we started to toughen him up. We were also determined he was going to be brought up by an all female family and wanted to see how that would all turn out. Would he be manly without male role nodels ?? Yvette taught him to pee standing up not sitting down and said,
Tap, tap, anymore than 3 times is a tug"
We had never had a male in the family. When Kyle was born I uttered the words,
Oh My God, it's a boy", seeing the penis and balls.
It was like a miracle to me. I had only been able to produce girls in which my ex hisband was not pleased and blamed me. He's remarried and has 2 boys now, so he should be on top of the world, but he never is, thats just him. Hates rejection. Last word I speak of him as I won't waste one second of a happy life with bastardry.
Kyle ran around our lives like a little God. By the time he was two, nearly 3 he could talk like an adult, escape any restraint, ride a bike without training wheels and tell lies to the cops who picked him up once. he was a little Houdini and could climb any fence, gate and would do this every day.
So he went missing and we went looking and so did the Police. He had told them he was Josh Hawkins and pointed his way home. He was 3 then and a little bugger. We would wake up to Kitty Litter and cornflakes mixed together all over the floor of the kitchen. he was becoming spoilt. Deb abd I set up a hige Xmas tree that year for him and he walked out and said he hated it.It was,
"Too Big !"
He cried at Batman and The Penguin as the parents put the baby Penguin in the river in a basket.
"Where is his Mummy and Daddy"
Kyle cried and was inconsolable. But I made him watch the rest and it was his favourite Movie for ages, played over and over.
And he was officially put into my custody then but Yvette and I kept it flexible. Simon was locked away for stealing 144 cars with another boy. Simon was then 17. It was the beginning of a life of incarceration as they don't rehabilitate in jail. Thats up to you or your family.
Kyle was growing and growing and Yvette was taking on more and more care of him. I knew if I won custody she would come to me and she did. There was so much shit going on around then our lives were completely crazy. I packed up Yvette and Mara and Alena and made them get on a one way bus to Qld. My Dad and Carol, his girlfriend lived on a farm at Jacobs Well.
They went there all of them and loved it and gradually began living a normal life. They moved to a Caravan Park in Southport and had a ball. Alena was 17 and coming off meds, Mara was 16 and Yvette was 21. They enjoyed it up there and after a visit by us, Deb, me and a few friends at Christmas Yvette decided to stay there. She had met a new man, a Policeman and he was adorable, Joe.
I was working at Bosch, first in the Canteen, after noon shift so I could have Kyle and when he was safe with Yvette I applied to the office. I worked in the Warehouse clocking returns and then was promoted to the Engineers Department. I was never so bored in my life and set about learning more to alleviate the boredom.
I went to Computer lessons one on one with a man in Endeavour Hills and when my big boss found out, Peter Pang, he praised me and paid for the cost of my course. He was a terribly hard Boss on his execs. Nothing for him to expect them to work to 11 pm, two men had heart attacks from stress.
My immediate boss was a shy Vietnamese man, named Thom.He was great to work for as he thought everything I did was wonderful and I learned Engineer terms and ABS and all these new and wonderful gadgets that went on cars. I was considered a bit of an upstart as I had come from the canteen after all, and the factory floor but I didn't care.
At Bosch we learned computer at the old Nissen factory across the road. All the department including guys from the factory floor who had no idea. They were so funny and we went into hysterics every day. The room with no windows giving us cabin fever and brain headaches when we went home. It was intense learning and fun, the teachers were good and thorough.
I just happened to sit nect to a guy I had worked with in the Factory. he was just sweet and funny and had no clue about computers and he made the dull days of learning so much easier. He was so inept and didn't mind saying so and I could not look at him or he me after a while as we would start giggling like loons and then laughing as if we could never stop.
I was lucky as I didn't have to unlearn the old sysytem and had learned the new system and sudddenly the lovely but snooty Bosses secretary was asking me for advice. So were the other women in the Office and I taught them in my lunch time and after work. Keeping up with the skills was a big part of the job and my fingers flew on keyboards.
I learned protocols, which bosses were to be called Mister in a German culture that was efficient and quite intense. One man Wolf thought all the other execs were idiots and said so loudly. One man an Egyptian wore makeup, foundation and powder and had kohl rimmed eyes. he leaned over my work station once and I saw the foundation caught in the bristly hair on his face and felt sick.
They were certainly a mixed bag. From my canteen days I had met up with the biggest man in sales, Mark. He nd I were firm friends and he would often come and het me for lunch, making all the other women twitter, but I didn't care. I adore him and he me but in a purely platonic way. His girlfriend was a great girl and worked there too.
She sadly died from an asthma attack in the driveway of Mark's palatial home in Narre Warren North. He lived on acres and cares of prime land and it was all paid for. Impressive. he had taken me there once or twice and I loved it. Horses and sweeping views. We rode the horses and sat around drinking and talking. His girlfriend was tiny and frail and very shy.
When she died he was beside himself and went overseas for a few years to get over it. e had pulled into the driveway and she was slumped on the gravel, dead. His grief was beyond measure. But I did catch up with him a while ago and he was with a new girl and was talking marriage and babies. Something he never wanted to do when with his "love of his Life".
Yvette called me and asked me to take care of Kyle once again and he came back to Victoria with a friend who was on her way back from the Gold Coast. I picked him up, Deb wasn't working then as she had a falling out with her Dad, so she took care of Kyle.
In the end I decided to go back to the Gold Coast myself, take Kyle back to his Mum. Deb was back at work then at Boral Montoro roof tiles in Dingley, where she met her future husband. I packed up, resigned from Bosch, and headed off for new pastures. A fresh start.
The girls were living in Liam Court Labrador, a double story unit by then. It was April and hot. I had a few things to sort out up there, a few "Mother" things and Mara and Alena decided to go back to Melbourne, leaving Yvette and I high and dry for a while. But my main focus was Kyle and he was well and happy, but cheeky. I said to him once,
"Up to bed"
He stood on the stairs in his flannelette PJ's and said,
"Nana, I not your whole world, any more"
"Good", I replied
"Now get up to bed you little shit"
And he did.
One of his tests came when Dad was on the run from a treatment facility in lieu of a jail term, 10 weeks in to the 12 week course, he escaped. Yvette sheltered Simon for a while until one day he went to score with the 3 little boys in the back of the car. He was across the road at a telephone box when the Police pulled up behind the car.
He didn't cross the road, fearing arrest and watched as they took his boys away. He rang Yvette and she went mental and bolted to the Police Station, DHS there before her and the boys were put in Temporary Foster Homes. She grabbed hold of Kyle who was with her and gave him $20 to go back to Victoria.
She put him on a bus and offered up a prayer.
Kyle hopped on the bus and took off across 3 states to get home. he said it was good and people felt sorry for him and bought him food and drinks.
He was 10.
Love Nana xoxo
