My first day back at work... Max will be 15 weeks old tomorrow!
Where did all that time go? !
I was a little sad to go back.... Not because I would miss Max, not because I was exhausted and not because I I was enjoying being at home but because it reminded me of how fast time can fly! It feels like just yesterday I was leaving there to go on Maternity leave.
Time is precious.
Before Maternity leave I was worried about what I was going to do with all my free time (I can hear the mothers chuckling now). I bought a ukulele some wool and crochet hooks with great plans to learn to play the uke and crochet.
One week of Maternity leave left and I finally taught myself to crochet a love heart. That's all I will be making. It turns out I don't have the attention span or patience to be a crocheter.
Now to learn the ukulele in a week...
I’m so glad I had to get my gall bladder removed, said nobody ever…. Except me! Don’t get me wrong… waiting in emergency on our last night in Melbourne was pretty extreme and painful until they gave me the magical morphine. After that things were peachy with rainbows and unicorns.I didn’t even know what a gallbladder was until that day. Apparently it’s what helps you digest particularly fatty foods. Once a gallbladder is taken out, a patient should be. Little more careful with their diet…. Not as much fatty foods and way more water. Which brings me to the reason I’m a little happy it’s been taken out. I’m a bit of a slow learner…. And could sometimes be described as stubborn. Dieting is a very tricky thing to do when there’s so much yummy unhealthy foods out there (mmmm, crunchy hot chips). It simply would not happen of my own free will. I have been on strict healthy eating plans in the past because of my endometriosis and PCOS but ended up giving up on them when all it did was make me fatigued and hangry (hungry&angry). I think now if I eat anything too fatty my body is going to let me know. I’m hoping it won’t be subtle but will give me a decent kick in the guts. I don’t listen to subtle very well.So… here’s hoping for a reasonably pain free recovery but a lifestyle change that will be for the better. It’s amazing what a trip to the hospital can do to change your life.
The cold weather in Melbourne is making Max feed less often.
My boobs want me to move to Melbourne.
Having Max and PND could be one of the best things that has happened to me. Before baby I was a workaholic perfectionist who always put everyone's needs ahead of my own....
I've now discovered that this is not a healthy way to live. I've been doing a couple of classes (I think I mentioned before) on how to deal with stress and anxiety and am on my way to becoming a healthier happier me. This in turn ripples to my family. The other day I thought I would like to go for a drive and picnic instead of staying at home and doing work... so Paul Max and I set out to explore Mount tambourine. This would never have happened before I had Max and before the classes.
I'd like to share a quote from another mum I know... She said
These ARE the 'good old days' that you're going to look back on... You might as well enjoy them.
P.s. This is a lady Beetle that was in Paul's salad at our picnic.
About to fly with Max. To settle my anxiety I asked myself... "What's the worst that could happen? All you need is Boobs and nappies right? "
Well... My 3am mind went crazy with this... I had to get up and make sure I had everything I could possibly need. Spare clothes for me, expressed milk, spare pacifiers... usually it's Paul doing this. What sort of crazy ocd person has this baby turned me into! ?
Anyway... We're off to Melbourne to see the moto gp and penguins.
Plane is boarding... wish us luck!
I can already see people watching us and probably hoping they don't get stuck near us.
Xo
Ever wondered where that baby smell comes from? ... ME TOO!
I've had a few friends and strangers sniff Max expecting to smell something sweet and magical like unicorn farts. Unfortunately they get a wiff of stale milk vomit mixed with baby sweat from his little ogre head!
I guess this is one of the problems you face when you have a reflux baby. Don't get me wrong. I clean him with a wipe or wet facewasher whenever I can but this isn't the same as changing him and bathing him. If I did this everytime Max vomits he would be constantly in the bath!
