Movies

Today, The Bubby and I went to the movies with my friend and her bubby.

While it was a little louder than I would have liked, it went fine! The Bubby slept through most of it, apart from when she did half a feed 3/4 of the way through. 

I feel a little guilty that The Toddler still hasn't been, but I'd prefer that she be old enough to enjoy it (and sit still!). I was terrified of the dark the first time I went,most I'd also like to make sure that doesn't happen to her as well.

Saline

The Bubby has picked up a cold.

The doctor said that it shouldn't be as bad as The Toddler or I would be, because she should be getting my anitbodies. At the moment she has a sad little cough, chest congestion (it sounds like she needs to cough up milk) and a snuffly nose. She doesn't have a temperature and her chest is clear, so she just needs to be kept warm and plenty of fluids.

We went to dinner with the inlaws last night and she was relatively settled and didn't cluster feed (which leads me to believe she is comfort feeding rather than hungry feeding). I fed her at around 9:30 after we got home and got The Toddler to bed. Then she woke at 1:30 for a feed (unusual, but she hadn't had those cluster feeds). Then at 3 she woke up screaming, but settled in less than a minute of me rocking the bassinet. And then at 4 the humidifier set off the smoke alarm (twice, once when it was on the dressing table with the batter still in).

But I gotta say, she was cranky at 1am. A tired, congested, hungry, gassy baby doesn't want to have saline squirted up her nose at 1am. But she's hungry because she's a baby and didn't cluster feed because she was tired, she's gassy because she's congested and hungry and not feeding properly, and she's tired because she's gassy and congested. It's a terrible little circle of life.

Family

In the last few weeks, two of my brothers have received excellent news in relation to their careers (my third brother has been very successful in his job for a number of years now, and continues to do so).

It got me to thinking about how proud I am of my siblings, and how much I appreciate the closeness. But, the three of them have an additional closeness, they do a lot more things together.

I hope my girls can share this. I know there are going to be times (hopefully not too many) where they fight like cats in a sack, but I hope they are able to come out of it as the best of friends, and that we can stay as close as a family as we are.

Home alone

The Husband has gone away for work from this morning until Friday night.

I was freaked that it was going to be ridiculous,but so far so good. The Husband is usually hone late on a Tuesday anyway, so today wasn't too different. We went tumbling this morning, then after some cheeky McDonalds for lunch, we went to the zoo.

Tomorrow we'll go shopping for sone birthday and baby showers, with a cookie for The Toddler n the pram to keep her entertained, then some cooking dessert for dinner with the inlaws. 

I think we'll be fine.

Unebelievable

I thought I was well rested yesterday.

Last night, after more hourly feeding, the baby slept from 10:30 until almost 6am. Then, from a bit after 6 until almost 10am.

We didn't get our first sleep like that from The Toddler until she was more than three months old.

Amazing.

Rested

The bubby cluster fed last night - 5:30, 6:30, 7:30 and a top up at 9:00.

I got her close to sleep in our bed with me, watching tv on the ABC app on my iPad while jiggling her in my arms next to me.

She slept from 10:30 until 3:00, and 4:00 until 8:30.

Just lovely.

10 per cent

Before we got The Toddler diagnosed as being officially sick, I'd made comment to The Husband that I was only enjoying my days 10% of the time.

That's 6 minutes in every hour that didn't feel like a struggle, pushing through with the toddler.

I had my first day yesterday since The Bubby was born, where I did nothing. I dropped The Toddler at daycare and napped. I made appointments, caught up on some tv, tidied up a bit and basically schlepped around in my trackpants, doing what I wanted as I wanted.

I needed it.

It's hard to articulate to The Husband, but being at home you do feel like you're left behind a lot. Obviously, I know going to work isn't 'fun'. But I've had moments where I've thought about how lovely it would to be in nice clothes, in the warm, talking to adults, sitting at desk using both hands.

In a week, The Husband is often at work from 8:30 until around 7pm. He plays squash for an extra hour or so one night a week. He runs twice a week to family tea. Some days he rides to and from work meaning he is gone before 7. He goes for a swim once or twice most weeks.

And this is all time where I'm one person for two people.

And it's hard to articulate to others what it's like. One of my brothers commented the other day that he didn't realise how much babies can stuff up your tv watching schedule. It's the small things that you don't think you'll miss out on that you do. Like being able to sit on the couch all weekend and tweet about the hottest 100. Or catch up with friends for coffee and cake without having to spend the hour before it trying to feed a baby whose not ready to feed yet. Or vaccuum the floor. Or go on a holiday with friends for a weekend because your baby won't be weaned for some time yet.