Yesterday, Mother’s Day, was a good day for me. Even though I had to go to work in the afternoon. At home I enjoyed Mother’s Day perks, and at work I enjoyed my last shift where I can actually feel competent at my job — more on that in...
To be honest, first birthdays are kind of a nothing thing, aren’t they? The child won’t remember it, and it’s potluck whether they will even enjoy themselves at the time. I’ve heard the theory that a child’s first birthday (especially if it’s a first child) is more a celebration...
Timmy is confident of his own superiority. Our dining table is round, but he is still able to make his seat clearly the ‘head’, simply by his demeanour and force of will. His favoured dining pose is to have his arms locked outward, palms flat on the table top...
My brain has been drowned since making the last blog post. But on the up-side, I made good progress and am now in a much more comfortable place! When I’d been chatting with midwife after midwife in my search to find one that would take my case, I was...
I went to my last midwife appointment with a considerable measure of nervousness. Following my hours of reading articles about birth trauma, arguments of natural vs. caesarean births, and the process and recovery of caesareans, I was increasingly sure a c-section was the probable aim for me this time....
The good news is my nausea stage of pregnancy seems to be over. I still get knocked in the back of the head with fatigue that renders me near-useless, but I’m just so glad to have the pukey feeling finally gone, the relief is like slipping into a warm...
Earlier this year my husband was overseas for a week. Despite common assumption, I’d been looking forward to it. I appreciate him being around so much as he works from home — it comes with many conveniences like being able to leave Timmy at home sleeping while I rush out...
This post has been a long time coming. But I have a very good reason, I believe. I wasn’t leaving this blog dead in the water out of laziness. It was instead out of a complete inability to do anything but feel miserable and sorry for myself, wishing I...
It seems that in the Kingdom of Blog, time moves differently. I had the best of intentions to post an entry about Timmy’s sleep positioner manipulation skills, but it’s a non-issue now, so I write this half-heartedly, as it all seems rather redundant. Still, at least I can include...
