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!

New year, new bra

Well, have shared ten months so far with my little pickle and experienced so many changes in my body, emotions, and relationships with all those close.

One of my acheivements was the success of breastfeeding.  Now I am weaning him slowly off and luckily not getting any of the awful infections which some of my friends have unfortunately experienced – mastitis or thrush.

My boobs have gone from a DD cup down four sizes, but it feels bloody good, trying on, and buying new attractive bras which are made for me and don’t have an alternative function.

It’s a new year, so of course a new me, back to work in two weeks, mixed feelings about this, thats when the real juggling begins. Although some days with George are exhausting and I wish I was at work, when I am with George, he amazes with his curiosity to all the little things we grown-ups take for granted.

 

Calamity strikes again

Its been awhile, phew George is ten months old today and how my maternity leave has flown by, all the changes for George, me and Lee as a new family.

Well, just as I thought George, was a slow developer compared to the other babes, he goes and surprises us, in one of the baby classes, where I see the poor other mums looking withered by their ones crawling EVERYWHERE. George had just got the hang of sitting up on his own, he rose his hand and begun to do the royal wave, admiring his hand at the same time. What an elegant wave he has too! Well that was a winner with the other mums.

Nothing prepares any parent for when their child is sick, we had a scare a couple of weekends ago when George began to grunt after each breath, and use all his might just to breathe. Despite our long wait, A & E staff were marvellous checking him out and admitting him.

Possibly the longest night of my life so far, the nurses had said I could stay in his room and sleep in bed provided, but its a little difficult to sleep when your child oxygen levels go low.

Anyhow 29 hours later he was discharged with a course of liquid antibiotics, that was a procedure and a half, to get your child to take that by syringe! To begin with, I had to perform a mini restraint on him and squeeze it in, in stages, thankfully, he knew the drill after food or between milk he had his medicine. George just opened his mouth and let me give him it.

Then today, wanted to do something special for him as it is his ten month birthday, had all these plans and what did I do? I slipped down the last lot of stairs at home, whacked my knee and bumped my head.George was just watching from his snug, slide downstairs and behind the sofa, he was in mid toast chew , but looked in shock when I managed to slide round the corner to see him.

OMG, it was awful today, my head was fine but my knee, I couldn’t walk, managed to slide, hobble and side crawl at times to assist George with feeding, changing and avoiding hazards! I got help but Daddy wasn’t coming for a while and then I was desperate for the loo!

Well, I got George in the sling, and then pulled myself up the stairs on my bottom, god the things you do when you need to, George thought it was hilarious when I became the bottom shufflely and was admiring his new sights.

Now I am dependent on Daddy, and he now has got my job for a few days, cleaning, washing, cooking, night duty, tea service and general dogsbody! Little George and I will wrap pressies and sample some sherry.

Merry Christmas to all you lovely folk, have a fab time with friends and family, enjoy the crack!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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