My last post was in February… and honestly, I haven’t slept much since then. This post is being created from under Baby Ball who, with her first cold, likes to sleep elevated. She’s cute when she’s sleeping… if only she’d do it more often. I keep getting conflicting advice from child health nurses about sleep, but since I started ignoring most of it, she’s taking less day nap time, but sleeping better at night, which is not all bad. An hyperactive 10 month baby is a lot of fun. She crawls really fast, climbs everything, and is amused at just about anything that makes noise. While she’s hell behind the wheels of her a-frame walker and she has taken all of two steps without it, she seems content to just do lots of squats and not actually walk by herself, and I’m so grateful.
Hubby is away for work this weekend and I’ve been at home all week because you can’t take a sick baby out to play with healthy babies, and full time people can’t really visit during the dinner/bath/bed window while I’m trying to do it all myself, and the rest of the time they’re at work, so I’m excited about having other humans to talk to, whose vocabulary extends past “mumma,” “dada,” and “dag,(and she points at our German Shepherd)” which means I shouldn’t have been watching Snatch when she was so young… We expect her favourite colour will be “periwinkle blue,” and I’d best start looking for scatter cushions now… I must say, I’m feeling the love, friends and neighbours (even hubby’s boss) who have offered help and support while hubby’s away, having a sick baby complicates plans but it’s just nice that they offer.
I was hoping to blog more when I started maternity leave, but my little energizer bunny cleary has other ideas!
Till next time hunnies!
So, my last post was over two months ago when I was 34 weeks pregnant. I took my little girl for her six week shots this week. My plan for my blog was to get at least one post up between finishing full time work and her arrival. Hah! Here’s why that’s funny:
After finishing my final shift, as scheduled at 38 weeks, I was escorted to my car with the excess contents of my locker (I keep a few varieties of tea, so I definitely needed the help), presents for baby, and hilariously conflicting emotions. I was relieved that I’d made it to 38 weeks, and that I could get some rest, excited and anxious about just how different the coming Monday would feel, and a little sad because I really enjoy spending time with the people I work with. The long story short, is that I came home had a bath, got out of the bath, had my waters break, went to the hospital (thankfully hubby was home!) and six short hours after arriving at the hospital little Amelia made her grand entrance at 12:33. That was the last time I was up past midnight!
So, here I am, off to work, chuffed that I’d made it to 38 weeks:
And here she is, about 24 hours later when daylight spilled into our hospital room:
I didn’t sleep much between getting back to that room and the daylight hours, then needless to say there was a parade of friends coming and going that weekend. My girl is so considerate to be available for a whole weekend.
Still very much adjusting to “Mummy life,” and as if a signal to wrap this up, she’s waking up. Gotta fly!
Great to be back on the blog-o-sphere!