Six months on ….

Well its six months since I left maternity leave and how I wish I could be back there, it is a time for most new mums to find their feet, understand themselves, their strengths and overcome any weaknesses with caring for their baby and partner.

Where your anxieties are in overdrive, with every new illness or symptom turning you and your partner into a quivering wreck, you have the GP number on speed dial and you know how to get to A & E in the dark.

Although work is work, and it was hard at first leaving George, I find it’s the best of both worlds for my sanity. My colleague friends at work treat me as Ruth the nurse and the new mum, the conversations change to daily life other than conversations about poo.

My days off with George are usually pre-arranged with other mums and babes or long-awaited catch up’s with old friends. Gone are the days of baby cinema, George will never sit still in my arms and I can’t even bribe him with boob milk.

It’s all about big noisy toys, walkers and ride-ons and anything George can find that makes a loud bang. The tantrums he has are interesting, can’t believe such a beautiful little boy can turn into a little angry man, literally throwing all his toys out of his cotbed and yelling, bottom lip out demanding I or Daddy come back and do as we are told.

Despite, the whirlwind of nursery, and juggling work with George, I have nearly completed my second year at uni and was considering my Masters this September. Unfortunately, the powers of be at work won’t allow it. And it might be pushing it, juggling two babies, my hubby and uni? !

 

Four days left til the Apocalyse…

Well what can I say, think George and I have has a mavellous time together, managed to afford to take a year off and what a year it was!

From growing as a parent going through the spectrum of emotions, meeting other wonderful mums and dads going through just the same anxieties. Enjoying all the happiness and joy that Georgie has given us over the last ten and three quarter months!

Watching him change and grow into a little adventurer and clever one at that, when all the little ones were starting to crawl, George just gave us all the royal wave and we bowed at his creativity.

One of the skills, I think I have excelled at, is my creativity, it is one skill you can adapt to a range of jobs and raising children. I’m not into putting my little one in front of the tv, I get bored anyhow and feel that babies develop better with lots of playtime and stories.

Whilst being on my KIT days, (keeping in touch days) at work, which is something all mums/dads can do before returning to work. After you receive your last maternity stat pay, you can do up to ten days paid by your employer – this being any training, updates etc you need to do. It also helps you not feel under-confident and swamped when you return to work.

My time management has never been a strong point and for the last 5 years, I was always getting reminded by the boss about keeping up-to-date with my E-learning, now I have achieved nearly all of it in my KIT days, so I can concentrate on working with my patients.

Actually it felt quite nice being back at work, loads of changes but much easier than thinking about planning George’s day. Daddy has next week off to do all that while I have a full week at training, however minus the early morning wake-ups, it will feel like Respite.

The juggling will begin, offically when I start work, am still attending university part-time but it is fairly mild at the moment. An exam in March, will be exciting, just to add more craziness to the pot!

December

My maternity leave has flown by, George has changed from a tiny baby into a bum shuffling adrenaline little monkey! He has developed so quickly from his first smile to a beautiful babbling and waving little boy. All his characteristics and personality are emerging, he knows what he shouldn’t play with i.e nappy bags, when I find him not amid his toys but at the most dangerous part of the living room – the fireplace.

All the thoughts of danger pass through my mind, when I can’t see him, we did have a near miss, when he rolled off the bed but luckily he was in a thick sleeping bag which must have softened his fall, but makes you feel like such a bad mum for leaving the room.

When I speak to other mums, they reassure me that it happens to them all, and from being overcautious initially with every new rash or bump, I can safely say I think Lee too, that we have overcome the worst.

My new life as a mum is an amazing adventure, the lifestyle of baby classes, cinema, and even the experience of soft play are fantastic. Developing my culinary skills by making Annabel’s dishes,  Taking the steak away from Daddy to make a delicious dish for G was amusing. Most of all, meeting other mums and listening to their stories on how they cope with their little ones, learning new things to try and feeling listened to about my worries and concerns.

The changes which occur in your relationship are massive, and such a learning curse for new parents. The difference of how fathers are with their babiescompared to their other halves, are a world apart. Dressing, activity, level of engagement, play, chatting all aids their development, but you can see how your little ones react differently to each parent.

George’s no fear policy is alittle discerning, he frequently dives out of his snug, head first into the carpet and then tells me in a loud scream that he has carpet burn on his nose. I noticed he was rocking on the wooden highchair in a restaurant the other day, by resting one foot on the leg of the table and pushing himself away. Thertefore my eyes are constantly on him, as my mind.

You can understand why  i am having problems letting him go into his own room now.

 

 

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