Good days and bad days….

Most days I find being the mum the most wonderful thing in the world, spending the whole day with my daughter (on the days I don’t work) feels like a privilege beyond belief. There is nothing in the world that I would rather do.

But some days, it is incredibly hard. No matter how hard you try to remain cheerful have lots of giggles and keep your patience, some days it just won’t work.

Yesterday was one of those days. I was up at 5am, which I don’t mind because it gives me a bit of time to read, write and drink cups of tea before Elisabeth wakes up. However she decided to wake at 6am, I know that is not that early, but we have only just gotten used to her waking up between 6.30 and 7.30 after 14 months of no routine at all. Anyway, I love seeing her in the morning so I wasn’t complaining. It had been quite warm during the night and I think we should have dressed her a bit cooler because as soon as I got her nappy off, she got up and started running off, refusing to let me put any more clothes on her. Now, I don’t have an issue with this at all, if she doesn’t want to wear clothes fine. But I do kind of want her in a nappy. I let her run around for a bit thinking that she would eventually calm down and let me dress her. I was wrong, and it wasn’t just in the morning either, every single nappy change took ages because she would just not let me do it.

It’s always been difficult to change her as she refuses to lay still most of the time, but yesterday was extreme even for her. Luckily it was a hot day and she spent a lot of time naked in the garden, but I’m hoping today will be a little better. Don’t get me wrong, we still had a lovely day together yesterday, but it was hard hard work.

Does anyone else have problems with changing time and wriggly babies/toddlers?

 

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Bananas

One of the most satisfying things to observe is a child tucking into a meal you prepared. Whether this is a sandwich:

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Or very messy pasta:

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But nothing is funnier than bananas. For some reason there is no way of taking small bites from a banana, if I would let her Elisabeth would shove the whole thing in her mouth and swallow it whole. Apparently I did exactly the same thing. So, is it a family or a banana thing?

Elske x

Oh, p.s. the rash on Saturday was not chicken pox….again 🙂

Chicken pox…..again?

About six weeks ago Elisabeth woke up with a rash on her tummy. After doing all the checks to rule out anything serious, we kind of assumed it was chicken pox. Which presented a few problems, my mother in law, who babysits on Wednesdays, has never had chicken pox. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem as she would be quite happy to take the risk, but she was due to go on a three week holiday to China. Not the ideal time to go down with chicken pox, or whatever the adult version of it is called.

Nursery on Tuesday was out of the question as they would never let her attend if she was still in the contagious stage.

Also, my husband was on call that week which means that for seven days he could get called out at any time, night or day. I don’t get to see him much when he is on call and nor does Elisabeth. This isn’t great at the best of times, but when you have a sick child, which normally equals no sleep, it’s really hard (respect to all single parents out there, I don’t know how you do it!).

On top of all that, I was in the middle of a very important project at work. Time was already extremely tight and me being off Tuesday and Wednesday to look after Elisabeth would not help.

So, I phoned my mum, who lives in Holland, and asked her to come over for the week as I could see it all go wrong. She was obviously more than happy for the unexpected chance to see her grandchild for a week, and she booked a ferry ticket for the next day. I also arranged to have the Tuesday off work as my mum wouldn’t arrive in time for me to go to work. Phew, what a relief.

Happy that everything was sorted we all went to bed. The next morning I got Elisabeth up, took off her sleep suit to inspect the rash………what rash? Now I am no expert in chicken pox (clearly), but I don’t think there is such a thing as chicken pox which doesn’t cause any problems and disappears within a couple of days without any kind of treatment. So, clearly not chicken pox. It turned out that my husband had an unusually easy week on call, so there really was no need to panic in the first place.

This morning Elisabeth woke up with a rash again, and when I saw it I knew this was something different, it looks far more angry than the one she had before. Who knows, it might actually be chicken pox this time. And to make it even more freaky, my husband is on call again from this Monday and my mum has a ferry ticket booked for this Wednesday to come and spend a few days with us. Deja vu or what?!?

Elske x

Toddlers are funny….

And if like mine…..exhausting. This morning, after a full night sleep (yay!), we went to the library. We do this every two or three weeks, and we both choose three or four books. Elisabeth loves reading, she spends more time with her books than with her toys. As my husband claims that he has not read one single book after leaving school, I am thinking she might get it from me, as my last three library books only lasted me two weeks.

Anyway, we got there at 9.05 and they open at 9.30, oops.luckily they have a little cafe in the same building which was open so I had a cup of tea and Elisabeth has a piece of toast. You should have seen the ladies face when I asked her not to put butter on it, as if I was abusing my child by not giving her butter which is full of salt! Shame on me for raising her on a healthy diet, it was bad enough that it was white bread, which normally she also doesn’t get. I think it must have been the sugar in the white bread because as soon as we got to the library she started running around as if she had a rocket strapped to her back. I just about managed to choose a few books for her, but the really hard bit was to choose some for me. I love libraries and bookshops, I can nose around for hours before I decide what I want to read, however as I was trying to control a little tasmanian devil I managed (just about) to grab two books I wanted, luckily I knew what author I was after as there was no way I was going to have a chance to read what the book was about, and the third one, was a lucky dip. Elisabeth was charging towards the door and I grabbed the first book I could lay my hands on. The lucky winner was Sword of the Templars, by Paul Christopher…..never heard of it, but hopefully it’s good, let me know what you think if you have read it. At least I have enough prose to keep me going for at least a couple of weeks.

Elske x

It’s Friday!

Yes I know it is not really Friday today. Don’t worry I am not going mad (well, not that I know of anyway), it’s just because I work Monday to Wednesday, from a working week point of view, today is indeed my Friday.

Apologies to all of you out there who still have two days left to work, I feel for you, especially all of you who are juggling work and trying to spend enough time with your families. I know it’s hard and I am very grateful that tomorrow I can wear my scruffy old jeans, which are getting worse by the day as I am on my knees 90% of my time playing with Elisabeth. Guess what I’m spending this month’s wages on…..

The weird thing is though, even though my weekend has officially started, it doesn’t feel like it. I still get very excited on Friday because that evening the actual weekend will start, not just for me, but for my husband and for most other people who are lucky enough not to work weekends. So even though today is my pretend Friday, actual Friday still rules!

Elske x

Our day at the beach

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So, as we had a rare afternoon without the immediate threat of rain, we thought we go and hang out on the beach for a bit. Elisabeth had been before on one of her daddy days but it was my first time with her on the beach. It was great, she loved walking so close to the sea that every time a wave came, I had to snatch her up to not get wet. It was quite cold so getting wet was definately not a good idea.

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Elisabeth loved collecting pebbles, although we had to put her off some as she picked out ones that were so big she wouldn’t even be able to carry them.

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All in all we had a wonderful afternoon and got back into the car just as it was starting to rain.

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Elske x

Anniversary

So today was our 7th wedding anniversary. Seven years……….wow……….that kind a crept up on me. I can remember the wedding as if it was yesterday, just family and a couple of friends, no big car to pick us up, no big dress costing a month’s wages, nothing flash, just me and him and the promise of forever. And if forever is anything like the last seven years than bring it on!

My husband is currently upstairs sitting with Elisabeth who has been crying on and of for the last half an hour. I guess 5 good nights in a row was about as good as it was going to get.

Not quite the anniversary evening I was hoping for, but hey, better luck next year, and the years after and the year after that etc etc.

Elske x

I can’t help but wonder….

I can’t help but wonder lately how people with more than 1 child do it. We have always wanted two, and I’m even tempted to say that three is quite a nice number. I have the most amazing sister anyone could have, and even though I don’t see her enough, because I moved to England and she still lives in Holland, we are really close. I would say she is my best friend, but she’s so much more than that. Anyway, I don’t want Elisabeth to be an only child, I want her to have what I have.

But how on earth do people do it? Just having the one wears me out. How will I ever cope with two or more? I’m sure the answer will be “you just do” and I’m sure we’ll do just fine. So many other people do it, so there is no reason why we can’t. And it certainly isn’t putting me off, oh no, bring it on!

But what I would be interested to find out is, does it get twice as hard and tiring with two? Or are you, by the time the second one comes along, so used to the first one that it doesn’t really make a difference? I would love to hear your views.

Elske x

Loving the sleep

Although I still seem to be just as tired as when Elisabeth wasn’t sleeping very well, I am enjoying the sleep we’re getting. Last night was another good one, Elisabeth slept from 7 until 6.45 which is brilliant.

It’s amazing how obsessed with sleep you can become when you’re sleep deprived. Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t walk through town without thinking every time I passed someone: “I wonder if she is getting any sleep?”. And at work, when I saw someone yawn, I really struggled to not say: “You think you are tired do you? Really? Try not sleeping for 14 months! Then we’ll see if you’re tired!”. Obviously I didn’t say anything like that because it wouldn’t be very nice, so I tried to suffer in silence, accept the situation and hope that soon we’ll have the energy to start her sleep training again.

And now we’re sleeping again we’re just desperately hoping this good fortune will continue.

Although, if I’m really honest, I doubt it.

Elske x

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