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Is something wrong with my son?

If my baby were the only baby in the world, I’d be happy with him. It wouldn’t occur to me that anything may be wrong. But despite common platitude saying, ‘Every baby is different,’ I can’t repress niggling paranoid discomforts when I see Timmy being different not just from...

The Bear Trap cry

I hate not knowing. I don’t mind if I don’t know that I don’t know, but if I know that I don’t know, I absolutely mind. And that absolutely made sense. To use it in a scenario: If you have a surprise for me, but I don’t know you...

Progression to solids

I don’t know why Timmy’s non-formula food is called ‘solids’. When it’s splashing about the room, very little is solid about it. A formal recognition that it was time to include solids into his diet didn’t actually happen. I wonder if it happens to any mum. It was just...

Childless and Lost

I miss my little grublet. He’s been with his grandmother for a few days, which I believe has been more of a challenge for me than for him. I had burst into tears before Mum had even left our driveway with him, and the rest of the day was...

Sleep Pattern — Before and After

It looks like the bones of the Sleep Dragon can be laid to rest by those of the Colic Dragon, and the villagers may once again live in peace and joy. I’ve been keeping a digital record of Timmy’s sleep patterns for a couple of months now, and it...

Taming the Sleep Dragon

The colic dragon is slain, and the villagers have been rejoicing under the noon sun. But wait! When the sun sets, there’s more. There’s another dragon. The sleep dragon. I’ve read so many books on baby sleeping, I should be a guru. Instead, I would just come across failure...

Fortnight of Tourism

It’s been a busy couple of weeks! We’ve had two instalments of visitors from Australia, so any established routine with Timmy (not that there was a great deal to claim in the first place) was put aside in favour of taking the opportunity to do the Tour Guide thing....

Cradle to Cot

Today’s entry is an image strip brought to you by Timmy:

Social Challenge

It’s never been a secret that I find socialising difficult. It’s not that I don’t know how—it’s just so much work. I enjoy time out with established friends, the ones who take the work out of socialising; the ones who aren’t disgusted, or even surprised, when in a public...

Timmy the Friendly Ghost

I already miss some things about the little baby Timmy used to be. (Although, not enough to convince me to have another one any time soon.) In his ultrasound scans—the ones in which he had a discernible face, anyway—he looked like Casper the ghost, so I’d been delighted to...

Odd Mum Out

Sometimes I feel like a mum. I feel proud achievement when I transform Timmy from a crying bundle of discontentment, to peaceful and happy. But then on Friday afternoons I meet with other mums and babies from my antenatal class, where I feel so unlike the rest of them...

Shiny new toy

It’s not just toddlers and middle-aged men who get excited at shiny new toys. Our new camera arrived yesterday — a Panasonic Lumix TZ20 — and I’m so pleased with it! A cynic would say it’s too early to make that call, since I haven’t tried its video function yet,...

On the other hand

It’s probably bad form to liken one’s child to an executioner, but in the last few days he’s let the noose around me loosen a little. It used to be that if he was awake, I needed to be entertaining him — but now he’s happy to let me...

Triple Threat

It’s hard enough trying to diagnose the reason for a baby’s crying when there’s only one. But with multiple possible causes happening at the same time, I felt at a loss of what to do — I couldn’t tell if any action I took addressed a problem sufficiently. Was...

Baby-feeding politics

Raising a child is a highly contentious activity — countless women are more than ready to point out the merits and sins of any mothering method one cares to think of, and surely no issue is more divisive than the question of food source. The last thing I wanted...

Captain Zogg

The reason my bundle of baby is often so grumpy is because he has a tough moonlighting job. You’d be grumpy too if you’d been defending galaxies from dastardly hostiles all night, then came home to someone insisting you hoist your legs up so they can get a nappy...

Hardest part of the morning

It occurred to me today as I stared despondently at my open dresser drawer, that getting dressed shouldn’t be the hardest part of my morning. The laundry room has a heap of items waiting for me to sort through into categories of ‘Try-to-get-this-stain-out’ and ‘Don’t-even-bother’ piles, and yet the...

Venturing out

With his colic sufficiently sedated, Timmy’s been presentable enough for us to make two voluntary public appearances this week. This was as much an unfamiliar and daunting prospect for me as for him, I imagine. We’ve been housebound so long (in a gracious effort to keep his screams from...

It’s all about Me…once a week

The only difference between arrogant self-absorption and healthy self-expression is whether the listener is being paid to hear you or not. I get the occasional visit from a nurse who works in mental health. The purpose of her visit is straightforward: she comes to hear me talk all about...

A Wonderful World

I never saw the light at the end of the tunnel coming. All of a sudden I found myself in blinding sunlight, wondering if the struggle was really, truly over, or if the tunnel just had an absurdly large skylight. My little bundle of anything-but-joy ordinarily has a very...