This week’s current challenge with mothering: how to get my
daughter to go more than 2 hours between feeds.
Mind you, it may not be worth bothering with. She’ll have a
whole new plan for me next week most probably.
I seem to be acting the same way really. I thought last week
that I wanted to go to university at some point in the near future. I have now
decided that a second child is more likely to present more learning
opportunities, and that’s something we’re probably going to have to look at in
the next couple of years anyway!
My daughter is now 3 and ¾ months old. How many weeks? I
don’t know. I love the way doctors and the like expect you to remember. Here’s
the birth-date You have a calendar, you care then you work it out! I have
better things to think about, like when her next feed is due and how I’m going
to get the washing and gardening done while she’s asleep for an hour.
Being a mother now isn't very hard emotionally (I stress the
word ‘now’!). It’s become a lot more
pleasant since she started smiling. But it did take 2 ½ to 3 months for it to
all start smoothing out. Before that, well, let’s just say ‘colic’. For those
who have been there, done that, there is no explanation needed. And for those
who have not been there, thank God you’ve been spared.
I have no doubt that things will get ‘harder’. I also know
that ‘hard’ is just from ‘a certain point of view’!
We enjoyed a lovely walk yesterday along the Swan River with
a friend and her baby (2 week’s difference between hers and mine which is
fantastic!). Unfortunately I copped an unwelcome souvenir that has been the
bane of my existence – sunburn. I am an ‘English rose’ unfortunately. So much so
that the international students I used to talk to never really believed I am
Australian!
Anyway, the photo of the day…hmmm. How about a random pocket
of beauty in amongst some clutter?
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