Oh please tell me this isn't a preview of things to come, if so I do believe 2011 and I shall not be friends, let alone lovers.
The Baby had a rather disturbing episode in the early hours of the morning that consisted of insuppresable manic howling that was utterly impenetrable apart from random 2 minute respites before it started up again. Absolutely heartbreaking & yes I will admit to being somewhat frightened by it all. Utterly ghastly experience. He managed to pause long enough to have a good long feed and fell asleep on the boob so to speak and has been fine from therein. Most odd.
He's now reclined in my arms, cheekily sneeking in a pre-lunch boob, smiling around it looking positively darling whilst fiddling with my 'cables' (drawstrings of my NIN hoody) He's such a delightful little chappy.
The Girl Child spent a good ten minutes layering on her dressing up items, jewellery, bags, dress, wings, wand...only to strip them all off and put them away ten minutes later. I do believe my daughter is broken, she rarely dresses up, she doesn't play with her dolls and has no affinity to a particular toy other then a torch that she 'sometimes' sleeps with. However she is rather striking budding artist in the making and is impossibly obsessed with trying to write. Such an enchanting oddling.
My back is even worse today, oh the agony.
Ah peace at last The Boy Child and The Girl Child have ran up the stairs to 'do a gig' with their guitars and microphones, hopefully with clothes on this time.
Bugger.
Saturday, 1 January 2011
Happy New Year? Well if this is a taste of the year to come I think 'll stick with 2010. Last night had the typical blitz of fireworks turning the area into Beirut , not that my middle name is killjoy (no honestly, it isn't) must people set fire works off randomly from 9pm onwards? Surely that defeats the object of New Years Eve and the whole midnight thing? Just saying....
Add to that the fact that for some reason unbeknown to me my back pain has reappeared (I'd say I missed you darling, but quite frankly I didn't) The Baby woke up twenty minutes after going to sleep and commenced howling and then decided to stay awake for 2 hours solid from about 5.40am onwards. To say the day improved from that point onwards would unfortunately be a lie. This morning was full of arguments with The Husband (although believe me I can think of some rather more colourful titles for him) and top it all off with an inconsiderate noisy neighbour and a somewhat disappointing tea.
To sum it up, 2011 is rather pants.
I may endeavour to do an obligatory summing up of 2010 at some point.
The Baby now has eye drops, not that he has become at all bothered by his gunktastic eyes but we'd left it the required time to give it a chance to heal au natural and it failed. I asked the rather nice young doctor to check his ears too (the baby's...not the doctors, I'm sure his ears are fine) as he keeps tugging at one yet we got the standard 'well they're a bit pink is all' answer. Last a doctor said that with regards to The Girl Child we ended up at a walk in centre within a day or two after with her howling in abject misery and those pinky ears were raging red inside by then.
It's interesting how peoples opinions divide on babywearing and indeed more so how they feel they simply must project their opinion onto you. As we crossed the road to the pharmacy some random pleb decided he had to stop me and say 'they're not nice, what if that should snap and that came unwound and that came undone, it's not safe' I must admit it was a rather impressive string of what if's that had to occur in a particular hazardous sequence and since we were in a hurry I didn't have time for my usual churlish retorts and had to shoot a quick 'well what if my tyre burst on my pram or what if i let go and it went into the road?' gave him the 'evil eye' and went on my merry way with The Baby looking jolly well comfy and happy in his sling, and why shouldn't he be? he's only ever been outside in a sling. Yet upon entering another shop some mild and eccentric woman started stroking his divine custom sling whilst waxing lyrical about how absolutely beautiful it was and how happy he looked, she looked most enchanted by it. People really are strange. Thankfully we've not had the 'oh darling are you still breastfeeding him?' My mums second son was fixated with 'bitty' jokes and is somewhat phobic of me feeding my baby in his vicinity (when The Girl Child was breastfed until 2years & 9months of age) though rather then phobic i think it's more of breastfeeding-ist. I'm sure the outlaws were amused by their hippy daughter in law dressing their youngest grandchild in an amber teething necklace and some delicious flongies made by a clever wahm. We won't even start with 'The Nappies' (as with The Girl Child we are obviously using reusables again)
I don't make resolutions for the New Year I think really you're just setting yourself up to fail but perhaps when I'm in less pain and have more inclination I may share some of the beginning plots out of neurosis that are bubbling in my mind.
Add to that the fact that for some reason unbeknown to me my back pain has reappeared (I'd say I missed you darling, but quite frankly I didn't) The Baby woke up twenty minutes after going to sleep and commenced howling and then decided to stay awake for 2 hours solid from about 5.40am onwards. To say the day improved from that point onwards would unfortunately be a lie. This morning was full of arguments with The Husband (although believe me I can think of some rather more colourful titles for him) and top it all off with an inconsiderate noisy neighbour and a somewhat disappointing tea.
To sum it up, 2011 is rather pants.
I may endeavour to do an obligatory summing up of 2010 at some point.
The Baby now has eye drops, not that he has become at all bothered by his gunktastic eyes but we'd left it the required time to give it a chance to heal au natural and it failed. I asked the rather nice young doctor to check his ears too (the baby's...not the doctors, I'm sure his ears are fine) as he keeps tugging at one yet we got the standard 'well they're a bit pink is all' answer. Last a doctor said that with regards to The Girl Child we ended up at a walk in centre within a day or two after with her howling in abject misery and those pinky ears were raging red inside by then.
It's interesting how peoples opinions divide on babywearing and indeed more so how they feel they simply must project their opinion onto you. As we crossed the road to the pharmacy some random pleb decided he had to stop me and say 'they're not nice, what if that should snap and that came unwound and that came undone, it's not safe' I must admit it was a rather impressive string of what if's that had to occur in a particular hazardous sequence and since we were in a hurry I didn't have time for my usual churlish retorts and had to shoot a quick 'well what if my tyre burst on my pram or what if i let go and it went into the road?' gave him the 'evil eye' and went on my merry way with The Baby looking jolly well comfy and happy in his sling, and why shouldn't he be? he's only ever been outside in a sling. Yet upon entering another shop some mild and eccentric woman started stroking his divine custom sling whilst waxing lyrical about how absolutely beautiful it was and how happy he looked, she looked most enchanted by it. People really are strange. Thankfully we've not had the 'oh darling are you still breastfeeding him?' My mums second son was fixated with 'bitty' jokes and is somewhat phobic of me feeding my baby in his vicinity (when The Girl Child was breastfed until 2years & 9months of age) though rather then phobic i think it's more of breastfeeding-ist. I'm sure the outlaws were amused by their hippy daughter in law dressing their youngest grandchild in an amber teething necklace and some delicious flongies made by a clever wahm. We won't even start with 'The Nappies' (as with The Girl Child we are obviously using reusables again)
I don't make resolutions for the New Year I think really you're just setting yourself up to fail but perhaps when I'm in less pain and have more inclination I may share some of the beginning plots out of neurosis that are bubbling in my mind.
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The somewhat inane ramblings of a semi-crunchy 30-something stay at home mum based in the NW of the UK. Mum of Thing One (10yrs), Thing Two (8yrs) and The Dude (5yrs) & Moomin (Born Aug 2014). Wife of the long suffering Husband.
In search of the meaning of life, sanity and Gin.
Breastfeeding | Co-sleeping | Babywearing | Mental Health | M.E | Left-wing
