Where to begin?
Well, baby (I’ll refer to her as G from henceforth) is now nine weeks old – yeah I know I can barely believe it myself! – and she is just the cutest thing on this planet. However, she has recently developed a Jekyll and Hyde personality - switching between being a coo-ing angelic cherub one minute and a screaming banshee the next. To deal with this screaming persona I enlisted the help of a simple devise known as a dummy. My goodness, does it work like magic or what! I swore over my dead body that I would not give a dummy to my first daughter and I never did (fool that I was I now realise) and after initially taking the same stance with G I had to admit defeat after a particularly nasty screaming bout (there is nothing like a screaming baby to get your temperature rising and your teeth gnashing!) and rushed out to Boots to buy one and am I glad I did. Used sensibly and with discretion a dummy can be a life saver. It calms G instantly and the sucking seems to soothe her. I wish I had known this the first time around I would have saved myself a lot of stress and tears.
But there is no doubt about it; I am enjoying being a mother more this time around than I did with my first. With my first child, it was a journey into the unknown and it felt, at the time, like I was travelling down a long dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. I felt trapped - like my life had come to an end. But as I look back nowI realise I suffered from baby blues.
This time around, experience has kicked in. I know what to expect and I am more relaxed about the little things I used to get so worked up over the first time around. I am much more in control and feel a lot more confident about my mothering skills. I have accepted the fact that a task that would normally take me half an hour to complete (like blogging) now takes me the whole day because I have to keep stopping midway to attend to G. Most importantly, I know whatever phase G is going through will pass so I try as much as possible to enjoy the moment. Of course from time to time I blow a gasket (I am only human afterall) but it's short lived and I take a deep breath and life goes on.
Hopefully, I am now sufficiently back on track to begin blogging more regularly again – I’ve missed it and boy do I have loads to blog about.