Another couple of days have gone by, and I am having a bit of a writers block but I am slowly finding topics to blog about. We have about a month and a half left in Australia and we are all still doing great. Noah is as happy as ever and love spending time with his father, and I love watching them together. I really hope it is not long before all the travelling back and forth can stop so we can all just live together in peace as a complete family for good... wherever that may be.
I thought I would share what parenting has been like these past 6 and a half months... what its really like, and what my expectations were. The truth is I expected being a mother would be much, much harder than what it actually is. For example what I heard about sleeping.
From what I'd only heard from other parents I thought I wouldn't get enough sleep, the nights would be late and the mornings would be early.
Truth is, it is the other way around. The nights are early and the mornings are late. It could be just Noah but that baby has gotten my love for sleeping and I am loving that!
Breastmilk is still bubba's favourite and it is the number one effective way to put him to sleep.
It would hurt and it would not be anything special, just a baby sucking on my breast. I thought it would make me lazy and I would just sit down feeling restless.
It is probably the cosiest thing ever, and at times I can just kick back but truth is, lazy are those women who do not breastfeed. Try pouring yourself a glass of water (because having milk sucked out of your body dehydrates you like there is no tomorrow), cooking pasta on the stove and talking on the phone while breastfeeding your child standing up all at once.
We are still trying different solid foods everyday and getting used to it
Everything organic, everything homemade, everything by the "baby food schedule"... what a joke
I buy fruit packs, and I go for the cheapest one. Then I let my baby try everything. Whenever I am eating something I give him a spoonful just to see how he likes it... I do not follow any schedule. It does not matter whether it is ice cream, mushrooms or something else.
Then there is that famous "nothing but love" feeling we always hear about.
I really honestly thought being a mother would be one feeling... love.
I do love my son all the time, and I look at him with heart shaped eyes and even more so for each passing day, but I can also feel stressed, overwhelmed, bored and a lot of fear.
I would be able to plan my life around my child's daily routines
What daily routine? Noah sleeps when he's tired, he eats when he is hungry. He's the boss. I can't decide to do something a certain time. No, I have to wait for it to be convenient for him.
The big crying babies we all hear when we are out on the bus, or at the mall or anywhere else.
I would get used to the big baby screams and know exactly how to handle it.
I probably have the happiest little boy in the world, and usually when he is upset, he whines nicely so when those rare moments come where he screams bloody murder, no I am not used to it and it can sometimes take me a while to figure out how to help him... 99% of the time though the boobie is magic.