You’d think I’d know better, having been through newborn theatrics before, but nevertheless I really did anticipate updating this blog as soon as I was home from the hospital with Bump Two (renamed Daniel), and back with healthy hefty wi-fi access. Hope springs eternal, and all that. But it...
This time, the extended silence between now and my last blog post wasn’t because of laziness or busyness. I did it because I was thinking of you all. Really. Nobody likes a complainer. And given that a lot of my literary ‘wit’ is naturally acerbic, I thought that to...
Clearly, I had no idea during my first pregnancy just how lucky I was. Barring the nausea that stopped at the end of the first trimester, it was barely noticeable. Reminders I was pregnant typically came only when I bent over to lace my shoes and had to hold...
I have busted a great medical myth. I’ve concluded that obstetricians do not, in fact, exist. They’re an idea, a philosophical construct of the medical community designed to keep expectant mothers reassured that their case is being handled by a 20ft-tall archdoctor with golden fingers. The reality is that...
Wow. The last three weeks have been…well, horrible. Mostly because the only resident of our home who has escaped vicious sickness is the budgie. Those of us without feathers of invincibility have at various times been subject to the strong grip of colds, aches, throats of sandpaper, headaches, vomit,...
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...
No prison can hold the invincible Captain Zogg. The sleep wrap—theoretically designed to stop him rolling onto his belly during the night—doesn’t work as well as we’d hoped. Most mornings, I find him as pictured (although usually not looking so happy about it). Sometimes he’s even managed to undo...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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....
Today’s entry is an image strip brought to you by Timmy:
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...
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...
