So as I come out of the wonderfully hazy, baby fog, baby LJ, now 9.5 weeks old, lies sleeping in his cot, sucking his thumb. We've been through it all, recovery from the "op", sleepless nights, tears...of joy and despair, feeding, doctors appointments, jabs, screaming fits (baby LJ and me), we've been sprayed with runny brown poo, in what's been affectionately named a poonami, first smiles, glorious, heartwarming, face filling smiles and mostly pure joy and overwhelming, unconditional, love.
Every day is a milestone of sorts, but not just for baby LJ for me too and I've got my new mummy L plates firmly in place still. (Incidentally, it didn't take long before we were scurrying to the shops for a "baby on board" sign, they didn't make sense 9.5 weeks ago, but all it took was one angry hoot from a van, as we pulled more calmly away from a set of traffic lights and we're joining the army of other road users who use signage to indicate their precious loads!)
Typical mid June weather yesterday, pouring with rain, I packed baby, carseat, buggy, rain cover into the car, when we got to the supermarket all I needed to do was unclip the buggy seat and slot baby in car seat in it's place.....no problem, the rain pelted down and try as i might, I twisted and turned, pulled and yanked, nothing was budging. If only the instructions that i managed to find before leaving the house, hadn't been in Dutch.
Baby LJ slept soundly, which is unusually. More often, he looks at me as though he is distinctly unsure of the mother that he has been landed with, bemused and mildly amused as I rush around trying to pre-empt his every whim and get to grips with our new life and all of it's challenges. I get husband on the phone who talks me through it 5 or 6 times, I can tell he is desperately trying to think of a more idiot proof way of explaining it.
Success! Next stop post office and Mothercare - where we end up breastfeeding in the carpark. That's enough for one day. I tell myself that if i've achieved one thing all day, then i'm doing well - yesterday there were several notable achievements, mainly centred around leaving the house and not physically pulling my hair out!
Now that we're up and running and as Stoke Newington has one of the highest birth rates in Britain or even Europe, we're about to discover what Hackney really has to offer us new mums and their babies, provided I can erect the buggy of course...hold on tight!
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