The husband stayed home from work again today - though not to 'babysit', but to deal with his (googled) case of gastro. Ew.
It did raise an interesting point though - he slept in until after 1 (the baby and I went to mothers group) and then he sat on the couch and watched tv. He was hesitant (understandably) to do much with the baby as he doesn't want to make her sick. That said, I had swimming lessons tonight, so he had to do her dinner/bath/bed.
But what would or will happen if/when I get sick? Would he take a day off work to look after her while I'm also at home? Is it reasonable to expect it?
On the one hand, at it's most basic level, there is a sick adult and a well adult to look after the baby (and the sick adult).
But on the other, it's pretty much 'part' of being a mother that you (get to?) do the whole martyr thing...
Stay tuned on this one - the husband commented that she didn't each much dinner, so we might find out sooner than we had hoped to...
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
More on work
Another day down, another day of win!
All yesterday I had people asking me how I was feeling, how was I going, how was I coping, how hard must it be. In fact, the only hard thing was thinking that I should feel worse.
I have (almost) always enjoyed my job. I have been at the same organisation for almost 10 years now, and I have worked in a few different areas. We've been going through quite a bit of change, so the last 2-3 years have been particularly eventful, and have also let me work to my strengths and learn a lot. I worked hard, and it was always appreciated - in fact, even when I wasn't working that hard, I would still get a lot of positive feedback. That's not to say that there weren't bad days, or days when I stuffed up, but overall I have found work to be very fulfilling.
Leading up to the birth of the baby, I knew it would be hard to be at home. I knew how much of a people person I was, how much I enjoyed working with the people I did, and how much I needed (?) the validation and positive feedback. I was a do-er and I had a great reputation and I gave it my all.
Then all of a sudden I was at home and being yelled at by a tiny human that needed me for everything. All day. Every day.
The baby is in a great place. She sleeps more than 12 hours a night. She only gets a bit whingy on the slide towards dinner time. She eats well. She laughs. She can entertain herself and she can play silly little games. She is happy and fairly easy to cart around. She is a lovely and delightful little bundle of love.
But I've been away from work for over 12 months now, and I know I am ready to come back.
All yesterday I had people asking me how I was feeling, how was I going, how was I coping, how hard must it be. In fact, the only hard thing was thinking that I should feel worse.
I have (almost) always enjoyed my job. I have been at the same organisation for almost 10 years now, and I have worked in a few different areas. We've been going through quite a bit of change, so the last 2-3 years have been particularly eventful, and have also let me work to my strengths and learn a lot. I worked hard, and it was always appreciated - in fact, even when I wasn't working that hard, I would still get a lot of positive feedback. That's not to say that there weren't bad days, or days when I stuffed up, but overall I have found work to be very fulfilling.
Leading up to the birth of the baby, I knew it would be hard to be at home. I knew how much of a people person I was, how much I enjoyed working with the people I did, and how much I needed (?) the validation and positive feedback. I was a do-er and I had a great reputation and I gave it my all.
Then all of a sudden I was at home and being yelled at by a tiny human that needed me for everything. All day. Every day.
The baby is in a great place. She sleeps more than 12 hours a night. She only gets a bit whingy on the slide towards dinner time. She eats well. She laughs. She can entertain herself and she can play silly little games. She is happy and fairly easy to cart around. She is a lovely and delightful little bundle of love.
But I've been away from work for over 12 months now, and I know I am ready to come back.
Monday, 4 June 2012
Training day win
I had absolutely nothing to worry about.
I slept terribly - partly because I didn't know what to expect, but also our heater was playing up and at 2:30 in the morning it was set to a balmy 21 degrees.
I was ready to leave before she even woke up, so when she did she was wooshed out of her pyjamas, in to some warm clothes and in to the car for a day with the husbands mum.
She. had. a. ball.
As soon as we got there, she had her arms out for nanna cuddles. And when I walked in the door at the end of the day, I didn't even get a smile or a second glance! That said, I did hear some whinging when I left the room to pack up her things, so she may have missed me a little.
I think a big part of it was knowing that she was in good hands. I knew that even if she got upset, she wouldn't be upset for long. I knew she would have 100% undivided attention and lots of fun and giggles.
And I had a great day back at work!
I slept terribly - partly because I didn't know what to expect, but also our heater was playing up and at 2:30 in the morning it was set to a balmy 21 degrees.
I was ready to leave before she even woke up, so when she did she was wooshed out of her pyjamas, in to some warm clothes and in to the car for a day with the husbands mum.
She. had. a. ball.
As soon as we got there, she had her arms out for nanna cuddles. And when I walked in the door at the end of the day, I didn't even get a smile or a second glance! That said, I did hear some whinging when I left the room to pack up her things, so she may have missed me a little.
I think a big part of it was knowing that she was in good hands. I knew that even if she got upset, she wouldn't be upset for long. I knew she would have 100% undivided attention and lots of fun and giggles.
And I had a great day back at work!
Sunday, 3 June 2012
Training day
Tomorrow I start my gradual return to work.
Following a succesful application process earlier this year, I start a new job when I return to work in August, so I need to do 7 days of training to actually have the qualifications to do the job.
It was hard enough to get my brain in to gear to write the application, heaven help us for actually doing work.
I'm sure it will be fine. I'm sure I'll be okay to get up on time and get dressed and get her fed and then get her to the husband's mum for the day. I'm sure she'll be happy as ever as she gets totally doted on.
But I have no doubt it's going to be an interesting and interesting day....
Following a succesful application process earlier this year, I start a new job when I return to work in August, so I need to do 7 days of training to actually have the qualifications to do the job.
It was hard enough to get my brain in to gear to write the application, heaven help us for actually doing work.
I'm sure it will be fine. I'm sure I'll be okay to get up on time and get dressed and get her fed and then get her to the husband's mum for the day. I'm sure she'll be happy as ever as she gets totally doted on.
But I have no doubt it's going to be an interesting and interesting day....
Saturday, 2 June 2012
Donk eye
Oops.
The baby's fascination for drawers continues - there's almost no point us having put velcro on the drawers to keep them closed, as she's worked out how to use velcro (my new strategy is having the less dangerous stuff in the lower drawers).
Last night as I was drying her hair after her bath, she was very insistently rifling through the bottom drawer in the bathroom. I haven't yet gone through and restorted these drawers, so heaven knows what is in there. It took me until today to realise that when I sit and dry her I can just jam my foot against it to keep it closed, so she was the victim of her own persistence - as she was fighting to get her head away from the towel and see in to the drawer, she threw her head at it and donked her head.
I got to sleep in this morning, so I had a guilty looking husband ask if I had seen her black eye - while he was sitting with her on the couch yesterday afternoon she had rolled and donked her head on the arm of the couch.
It's not a black eye, but she has a little mark there. And I told him that it was likely from the drawer, as I hadn't seen exactly where she donked her head last night. And I told him she wouldn't be our daughter if she wasn't looking neglected (she has a noticeable bruise on her forearm that I have no idea where it came from).
The baby's fascination for drawers continues - there's almost no point us having put velcro on the drawers to keep them closed, as she's worked out how to use velcro (my new strategy is having the less dangerous stuff in the lower drawers).
Last night as I was drying her hair after her bath, she was very insistently rifling through the bottom drawer in the bathroom. I haven't yet gone through and restorted these drawers, so heaven knows what is in there. It took me until today to realise that when I sit and dry her I can just jam my foot against it to keep it closed, so she was the victim of her own persistence - as she was fighting to get her head away from the towel and see in to the drawer, she threw her head at it and donked her head.
I got to sleep in this morning, so I had a guilty looking husband ask if I had seen her black eye - while he was sitting with her on the couch yesterday afternoon she had rolled and donked her head on the arm of the couch.
It's not a black eye, but she has a little mark there. And I told him that it was likely from the drawer, as I hadn't seen exactly where she donked her head last night. And I told him she wouldn't be our daughter if she wasn't looking neglected (she has a noticeable bruise on her forearm that I have no idea where it came from).
Friday, 1 June 2012
Moving quickly
It's only just been a fortnight since the baby first crawled.
Last Wednesday when we were playing in the husbands parents loungeroom, the baby would only do a few 'crawls' a time. I remember the husbands sisters partner commenting on it as she started - it was a pretty rough crawl.
Cue forward one week, same room in the same house - she is crawling everywhere.
Having her in the same place one week later really demonstrated how quickly she is learning and developing,
She's already shown she can do a short sprint too, so we definitely need to keep a close eye on her.
Last Wednesday when we were playing in the husbands parents loungeroom, the baby would only do a few 'crawls' a time. I remember the husbands sisters partner commenting on it as she started - it was a pretty rough crawl.
Cue forward one week, same room in the same house - she is crawling everywhere.
Having her in the same place one week later really demonstrated how quickly she is learning and developing,
She's already shown she can do a short sprint too, so we definitely need to keep a close eye on her.
Thursday, 31 May 2012
Hair
The baby's hair is finally starting to grow.
Sadly, it's growing in a mullet.
I've put a clip in it a few times, but she doesn't really have that much to clip at the front - it's sort of like a fruzzy mohawk at the front, and wispy mullet at the back (with more on one side of her head than the other). Plus her hair is so fine it slips out of most of it and just hangs on to a few hairs which really can't be that comfortable.
The other morning I was playing with it and held part of it to one side like a pigtail.
And you guys, she just looked so toddlerish. It was uncanny. So of course, I haven't done that again.
Sometimes I hold her like a baby and sway her fast, saying 'Rock the baby! Rock the baby!' because it makes her crack up. But my baby is growing up...!
Sadly, it's growing in a mullet.
I've put a clip in it a few times, but she doesn't really have that much to clip at the front - it's sort of like a fruzzy mohawk at the front, and wispy mullet at the back (with more on one side of her head than the other). Plus her hair is so fine it slips out of most of it and just hangs on to a few hairs which really can't be that comfortable.
The other morning I was playing with it and held part of it to one side like a pigtail.
And you guys, she just looked so toddlerish. It was uncanny. So of course, I haven't done that again.
Sometimes I hold her like a baby and sway her fast, saying 'Rock the baby! Rock the baby!' because it makes her crack up. But my baby is growing up...!
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