It’s been a rough old time over these ways the past couple of weeks and I’ve been feeling very introspective about many things. I’ve wanted to write so many posts about these feelings but the challenge is time. There is just so much rushing about these days and I need to prioritise blogging over all other things, but mainly sleeping.
My poor Mum is continuing to battle on and truly it is an inspiration. Even despite everything continuing to head south she is still persisting with some chemo treatment in the hope that it extends her life for as long as possible. The way it destroys her body is just absolutely horrendous and to see someone you love be slowly deteriorating inch by inch is awful. My dad died a few weeks after his 50th birthday (and a couple of days after my 16th) and it was a big shock to us. That trauma stays with me to the day for many different reasons and I’ve always thought it was a terrible way to go out – so suddenly with no real time to prepare or say all the things you want to say. Now I feel differently. Now I feel like going out quickly while you’re having a pretty great life is the way to go. I’m not saying I’m trying to encourage a premature death in anyone but my goodness cancer is a bitch.
In the middle of this is the wonderful baby N who is now practically Usain Bolt with the speed of his walking. It’s interesting because as he has become more adept at walking, he has become more cuddly. It was as though before the walking he didn’t have time or interest in cuddles because he was so focused on getting up on two legs. He now actively leans in for the hugs and even enjoys kisses (sometimes)! And he loves, loves, loves his soft toys now which was kind of an overnight transformation. We have been all about the Jellycat soother bunnies for months now and all of a sudden he has decided the Jellycat soother monkey is THE BEST THING EVER. So if he’s having a bit of a cry about anything, you provide the monkey and everything is fine. I think we all need a monkey in our lives!
But poor Baby N had a bit of a shocker last weekend whereby he suddenly threw a very high temperature of over 40 degrees at about 6pm on Saturday night. The poor love battled for about four days, which basically meant no sleep for the rest of us. He cried and cried and cried at night on Sunday in particular, but also Monday. Saturday he was semi-ok and by Tuesday night he was much better. What is it with Sunday nights for freaking out? He must do it almost every Sunday so I turn up on Monday at work looking quite horrendous (I joked that for Halloween I should just turn up at work with no make-up on as that would scare anyone). Anyway, this Sunday he was so poorly that the only way to comfort him was to bring him to bed with me. Unfortunately that meant he then also took over the entire bed, daddy got a bit annoyed and twice got up to go sleep on the floor in the other room. I kept thinking to myself, well that’s fine as now I have more bed. Hahaha!
You know baby N is really poorly though when he didn’t eat. He pretty much refused all food for two straight days. Even getting liquids into him was a challenge so I think he had a sore throat. By Tuesday lunchtime though he was ready to eat the entire kitchen so that was the big sign to me that he was back to better health.
My work has been totally ridiculous the past few weeks too. It’s the time of the year when everyone is trying to get everything done they were meant to earlier in the year, but didn’t and then also plan for the next year. I have a confession to make though. I keep thinking it is still 2017 even though we are almost in November. Seriously. And I blame the pregnancy and maternity leave for that. I was on leave from July 2017 until start of February 2018 so effectively I missed half of 2017 and so my poor pea brain still thinks it’s in 2017. So I keep referring to next year as 2018 and everyone must think I’ve fully lost my mind.
As I work in a client-based industry (PR) it’s a bit hard to manage my part-time hours (clients do not care for this) so I feel like I’ve been working even when I’m not supposed to be (or paid to be) which means I have been feeling like I am crap at both my job and being a mother – and possibly even a wife. I’ve not been working out as much as previously and so I’m generally feeling a bit stretched.
However, in those moments where I have finally left the office I’ve been having some great times with Baby N. Each day when I pick him up we go for an adventure together before going home. That might be for a walk around the Mall (great place to take a kiddie learning to walk as it’s pretty safe and indoors), a trip to a new park, yesterday we hung out with some other of our baby mamma friends (he’s a full head taller than all the other babies) and today we went to a baby music class.
Now we did try one of these baby music classes earlier this year with the baby mamma group and it was a total disaster. The vibe was all wrong and maybe so was the timing so baby N pretty much hated it (I also hated it which probably rubbed off on him). Not wanting to get myself into something like that again, my friend who suggested I join the class arranged for me to go for a free trial today. So off we went with very low expectations and do you know what? Baby N bloody loved it!
There were about 15 babies and their mummies (no daddies, what is up with that?) and two teachers with beautiful voices. The lesson was not in English so that was fun for me as I basically had no idea! I mean it’s not complicated so it’s not a barrier and I do understand a good chunk of the local language anyway. All the babies apart from Baby N were very nicely sitting with their mummies and doing all the different movements that you’re meant to do. What was baby N doing? He was dancing in the middle of the circle, totally in his own world and loving every second. This kid is not shy! I think I could have gotten up to leave and he wouldn’t have minded either.
Anyway, by the end of it he was so delighted with his surroundings that he lied flat on the floor. He then went around cuddling all of the cushions on the floor and I literally had to physically remove him from the class before the next one started and he was very unhappy with me doing so. Needless to say, we signed up properly for the lessons!