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? !

 

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Motherhood

Well, I have just completed my first week at work, they call it part-time even if you just drop seven and half hours. It was a hard four days, work have already messed up on my days off so I had to work four days in a row which meant I have missed spending quality time with George.

During that week, I was full of cold, everyone in the back office kept their distance due to my coughing, spluttering and constant blowing of my nose, when I left work, I felt rough and looked like Rudolf. Since having George, I’ve been sick so many times, still can’t shift it and have lost count on the times I’ve contacted the GP.

Had to take a carer’s leave day off, the week before as Georgie was sick and nursery couldn’t take him, at first I felt guilty when I had to call work, but now I don’t George comes first before work and I’m sure every parent would understand.

Out of all my friends, I only know one mum who gets to stay at home with their child, I thought first of all, how lucky to be able to afford that and be sane!

I spent most of my life working towards a career in nursing and now I need something more therapeutic where i feel valued, less knackered and I can see my children grow up.

We are so lucky in this day and age, after women sacrificed themselves, and some lost their families in the Suffragette movement, to give women of the future a Vote, Rights, and Choices to improve their lives. I think people have forgotten this as well as what life was like before a Free health service.

All these changes have which occured before I was born but have made a difference!

Juggling starts …

Well, just as I thought this juggling lark is hard work! Thought work was going to be difficult, but wasn’t expecting to do Jury service,  for a two whole weeks!

George and I never really established a morning routine until we had to, oh my quads, having to march up the steepest hill in the morning and walking half a mile in the rain at 8.30am is not my idea of fun. Then getting to nursery and getting told they are not letting him attend as there are too many babies who have infections. I had to be in court an hour later, but my lovely hubby -to be came to my rescue and told me to bring him to his work and he’ll take him for the day and sort out the next day’s childcare.

What a relief, don’t know what I would have done if Lee couldn’t take over!

Glad jury service is over, such a strange experience and some of the people you meet on the jury, very judgemental and nieve.

Pwoor, how do parents work 9-5 full time, with children, mega-hard, missed my little Georgie, glad to have days with just Georgie and I.

Now today, we are chilling and I’m educating George on some good tunes – Green day!

 

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.

 

Never say never…

I should have learnt by now that you should never say certain words, being a nurse you know never to say ” how quiet it is” on a ward, or in the community as it is inevitable that it won’t be quiet for long! So last Thursday, what did I say to some friends/ other mums, that I can handle wee and poo but not too good with sick.

Last Friday, George began coughing after a feed and then proceeded to projectile vomit over me and this continued for several hours. What was even worse, I was then sick, intermittently, which was horrendous. I think George and I took it in turns at one point. Inbetween this, multi-tasking as usual, I managed to ring Daddy and get him home as it was impossible to care for G on my own.

How do single parents manage this? Bloody hell they are fantastic in my opinion.

All weekend, we have been trapped at home, as G continued to be sick every morning and give Daddy a nasty surprize when changing his nappy, spontantous diarrhoea, just when we thought he was getting better!

You have to laugh, remember though, be careful what you say as it will probably become true!