But I have dug out my crochet hook and have managed to crochet a granny or two whilst checking emails with a baby being burped over my shoulder! Ahh, it feels so good to do something for myself again, maybe I'll even find a quick 5 minutes to have a hot shower today - Bliss!!!
Yep, I've decided to make as many grannies as possible and donate them to the Crochet A Rainbow project. My intentions are good, let's just hope this energy burst lasts more than a day.... I guess baby Joe will dictate how many will get made!
Whenever I sit down with a cuppa the baby wakes up.
Whenever I find five minutes to myself to read, the baby wakes up.
If only I could drink this cuppa whilst hot and read this magazine whilst still a current edition.
If only there were more hours in the day but then the baby would still need more milk, more burping, more changing and more attention and loving. I'm not complaining though, I'm happier than I've ever been - I'm a new mum with a new bub, we are both still learning each other and we have many more sleepless nights to come, with more tears to be shed and more milk to be drunk but I wouldn't change a single thing! What are your If Only's??
The sweetest, cutest, most adorable boy in the history of babies (sorry, no offense intended if you have kids!!).
Did you want the full story? No, Yes?? Ok, grab a cuppa - it's a long story! Well. Mr and I had been together for over 14 years and not once did we entertain the thought of having kids. The year 2010 started the usual way - with still now thoughts of kids, we were happy just being the two of us. But then something happened. We don't know what, but suddenly we thought... "why not". And then on the 5th April, I complained for the like the 100th time that my period was 5 days late and it wasn't fair that I had period pain but no period etc etc... I think I complained so much that Mr started to put two and two together, he Googled my 'complaints' and the next thing I know he's telling me that he thinks I might be pregnant. Huh. No, not me, if I was pregnant surely I would know it. We had a pregnancy test in the cupboard (from a panic about 6months prior) but I wasn't going to use it, not yet. I wanted to watch Bear Grylls - Man vs Wild on the tv and I'll be damned if a pregnancy scare was going to let me miss it. So I watched the tv, didn't pay any attention to it, my mind was constantly wandering back to the pregnancy test. DAMN, I'd better go do the test. Then uh-oh. It was positive...... I made an appointment the next day to see the doctor and went about my work day as normal. BUT... I walked into my boss' office (like a I normally do a 50 times a day), she looks at me, asks if I am feeling ok then states that I am pregnant. Huh. I sit down, stunned, in her office - how did she know? Freaky. Anyway, by 6pm, I've walked out of the doctors office, kissed Mr on the lips and said congratulations, you're going to be a father. We walked the 30 minutes home, stating all the way... S#@t, F@#k etc etc. Stunned we were, stunned.
Apparently time flies because the next thing I know, I'm sitting in the Obstetrician's office and she is saying that she is going to book me into the hospital to be induced on the Friday then it was changed to Sunday then it was changed to Wednesday. But then on Tuesday the contractions started at 6am being 10 minutes apart until 6pm, at 9pm we are driving to the hospital (breaking no traffic laws on the way), arriving at the hospital at 9.30pm, I'm in full labour by 11pm and after a lot of moaning & groaning (but proudly no cursing or biting), my sweet little boy pops out at 3.30am and says hello to the world.
Next thing I know, I have a baby laying on my chest who is adoringly looking up at me as I lay there stunned and can only think "this baby has knuckles". How could this sweet little boy belong to me? I promptly name him Joseph Lewis - Joseph is his Dad's middle name and Lewis is an anagram from my surname. I must of been still affected by the Pethadine at this point as we had planned on Joe being bubs middle name, but as soon as I saw him I knew Joe was his supposed to be his first name, but still, perhaps I should have consulted Mr first before making that decision!!
We spend 3 nights in the hospital, getting to grips with a baby - how to feed, how to bathe him and how to change a nappy. We head home on the Saturday with our bundle of joy and start our life anew, as a happy (yet tired) family of three!
So I'm curious, do you have kids? How did you find out you were expecting?
I have just realised that my 3 week old boy just doesn't want to feed then sleep. When he is awake he wants me. Me! He doesn't want me on the computer or reading a book, he wants me all to himself. He wants to be perched over my shoulder so he can watch the world, he wants to be cradled in my arms so he can watch my face or he wants to be on my lap whilst I rub his back. So, I won't try to do two things at once. When I have my son in my arms he will have my full attention. When I'm feeding him, he will have my full attention. When I'm burping him, he will have my full attention. My full attention - not half on him half on the internet or tv or book or cuppa tea. So I won't be paying much attention to my blog as I want to or my emails or rereading my fav books, I will be adoring my baby boy instead! So that means you won't get to see some photos of him as soon as I had liked, but here is a teaser......
BTW I just adore it when I start to breastfeed him, he sees the nipple coming towards him and he cracks the biggest smile!