I feel like a new person today.
1) Started on Friday when I finally had my back looked at post giving birth and drunken driver bumping into us. Had THE most divine back massage and stuff done to me… Felt like a marshmallow ever since – all soft and mushy!
2) Thomas is showing signs of not waking up as much during the night anymore and I actually have what feels like really LONG sleeps – YAY!
3) Mike the firewood guy delivered our supply of wood for winter and we’ve practically had a fire going since Friday night – too divine!
4) And thanks to Picardi Foreshore, our wine rack is fully stocked and ready for winter! Ohhhh – winter is my favourite, bestest season! Must be because I was born in Winter. Just cannot think of anything better than roaring fires, yummy wine and soups and hearty stews and cuddling on the couch.
And every time we light a fire, make food and get into our toasty (thanks to electric blanky) bed, I am grateful that I am dry, warm and fed and spare a thought to those less fortunate and resolve to give more to the local soup kitchen.
Hey everyone… apologies for the silence. Our traffic coordinator at work is on leave and things have been manic! Also my sweet baby has now morphed into an extremely independent little headstrong man and trying to keep up with him is something else. I’ve also been feeling EXTREMELY sorry for myself as I was packing away the final bits of baby stuff after my husband very firmly told me that trying to squeeze our son into his cute baby things makes him look like an overstuffed sausage(not cute like I thought) and that it’s utterly ridiculous to try to hold onto the baby days by still dressing him in his cute (but too small) jumpers and babygrows! I’ve had to let go of my soppy side and be reasonable. I finally went out and bought “little man” clothes but I was crying inside. And as I dress him nowadays and see the transformation from soft Shoos to hard Walkmates, from brushed cotton babygrows to denims and cords and from blankies and shawls to hooded tops, I just want to crawl back into last year when I had this cute and cuddly baby! Not that I am not enjoying my little man, it’s just that this drama mama can already ‘see’ him on his first day at school, his teen years, dropping him at varsity, and finally and heartbreakingly on his WEDDING DAY when some tart (apologies to the sweet little girl, and her parents, who will one day end up marrying my son… I don’t care how sweet you are and how gorgeous you are… I DO NOT LIKE YOU!) will be ripping my heart out by becoming my little man’s No 1 lady and replace me – boo hoo hoo! So bear with me while I mourn and rejoice at the same time because we can leave him to do his own thing more often now – he is able to entertain himself and we can get on with other things.
On a more serious note, on Sunday eve a drunken a**hole bumped into us. We were approaching a set of traffic lights and my husband started reducing speed as the lights were changing. I was sitting in the back next to Thomas in his car seat and when I heard the brakes I turned back and looked straight into this guy’s eyes – he was so close! I screamed out of fright and told my husband what was happening. He tried to get as much distance between us and the drunken guy. I was watching him weave in and out of lanes and his head was actually nodding like someone falling asleep! We got to the lights and after coming to a full halt, I told my husband to get as much distance between us and this guy when the lights changed and maybe stop at a safe place to call the cops. While I was still talking, we heard a THUD and he was on top of us. We were just a bit shaken and not injured but it could’ve been MUCH worse. Guys, please always buckle up and always strap kiddies into their chairs – no matter what. My son knows the rules – the car does not move unless he’s strapped in.
Easter morning – yummy bunnies!
Okay E&I – Here are my reasons!
Gazing into my son’s eyes and experiencing the most intense love ever.
His contagious belly laugh.
Seeing and sensing the sanctuary and solace he finds in my arms.
Knowing that I would lay my life down to save him in a heartbeat.
The astounding and incredibly humbling bonding that happens during breastfeeding.
I’ve never been one for being organised and planning ahead. Things just sort of happen in my life. After a serious bout of flu happened to me last year while I was in the throes of getting to grips with having a 5-month-old baby I decided that next year I would get organised and have a flu jab. Well the e-mail came round from our in-house clinic and I asked to be added to the list. I felt extremely proud of my organising ability. I’ve also always been a bit of a nerd when it came to taking leave and every year I’m in a flat spin because my payslip says I have to take 40 days leave before 1 April or lose it all! Needless to say I usually ignore the little reminder until Zellie our office manager sends me a stern mail telling me to go on leave already! I took a chunk of leave in Jan/Feb and left a few days for March. Last Wednesday, my last day in the office before taking leave, our clinic calls to say I can come for my jab. I started hyperventilating then because I usually need DAYS to psyche myself up for a jab and the last ‘jab’ I had was an EPIDURAL needle. So I finally gather up the courage to go to our clinic and am immediately greeted by a vampire. The blood donation people have been calling me for months now and up until last week, my smug reply has always been – Sorry I’m still breastfeeding. Don’t get me wrong, I was a regular blood donor until my pregnancy and have just been taking a break from needles and other invaders as my little invader keeps me busy enough! So on Wednesday when the vampires asked me if I would be donating blood as well, I did my smug “Well I would love to but I’m still breastfeeding…” The nurse in charge asked me how old my suckling was and I told her. She said if he’s eating solids and breastfeeding is just a morning and night thing then I can certainly donate blood. And with one swift movement I was on the army bed and my lifeblood was draining out of me…
Once I survived all that it was time for the flu jab. After asking me mostly absurd questions such as: Can you sleep on chicken feathers? I was ready to be invaded again. Chicken feathers? huh? I told the nurse that I sleep under a goose down duvet – not sure if that has the same allergy inducing thing a chicken feather would have… Anyhoo back to the office I went once I’d been jabbed and drained.
On Thursday morning which was supposed to be the start of a glorious few days of leave, my head erupted into a ball of snot, pain, dizzy spells and congestion. Needless to say I was in bed feeling extremely sorry for myself for the past 7 days and am only now feeling remotely human again. And in all fairness to sweet Husband, I was an even bigger baby than he was! So I am NEVER EVER EVER having a flu jab again. I will rather suffer some mildly horrid version of flu every winter than have the SUPERBUG I had for the past 7 days!