We’ve all seen that angelic moment on TV where the 7th heaven family make marks on a wall or door frame documenting their child’s height.
Bless, you don’t quite get what that means and you think your GREAT at eight, nine months pregnant and still thropping along! You’ll literally never get this time again. People aren’t just being kind! Rest!
I was never one for wanting a whole brood of Babies! in fact, I didn’t really pay that much attention to babies before my own! Let’s just say I was not a Baby sniffer! I’ve always worked with children and teenagers and enjoyed that so much …. I guess, I thought that’s where all the action was, so to speak. Diagnosed with severe polycystic ovaries at an early age, it was probably self-preservation to repeatedly insist that “the yearn” wasn’t really there, because who knew what life had in store for me. Continue reading
Why? Oh why,do we compare our babies? As a new mum,I’ve become so aware of the milestones and the box ticking that goes on with a new baby,especially in the first year. A lot of this is fuelled,and rightly so in the right context,by our health system. In the beginning it puts amazing pressure on you, weights, ounces, solids, hand eye coordination, clapping hands, smiling, sitting, farting…Lord you name it they’ve an “appropriate”age for it! This pressure wore off me in the later six months when Ned was well weaned, a big boy to say the least and content in my eyes. But I know many of my friends continued to feel the pressure for so many things and so many aspects of raising their little baby. Often,purely fuelled by comparison!