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All is well

30 Jul

Since we’ve moved to our new place, the most profound feeling I’ve had is peace. I’m at peace. I had mentioned previously how nervous I was about our security; how anxious I was about the traffic & that I only have one condition to move! Well I can happily report that the traffic doesn’t bother me half as much as I thought it would because the traffic moves, even at 30kms per hour in a 100km per hour zone and the internet access is fan-flippin-tastic!!! 3 bars of 3G was a never-seen-before feature in Randburg! My Sunny Bunny now gets to increase his Vitamin D intake while playing outside in our backyard and life is good!
Moral of today’s story: always trust in the goodness of a good God!

playing swingball in the backyard

playing swingball in the backyard

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It’s not him it’s me!!!

8 Feb

I’ve spoken extensively about the issues I’ve had with Samuel’s sleep patterns and how erratic they were. Sunny Bunny has his own bed but it used to be in our room, exactly where his cot was – right next to mamma! And that’s just the way I secretly liked it. There I said it! I liked having my son right next to me. In fact, a few nights prior to the “big” move I was sandwiched between my husband and my son and all I could think of was how much I loved it. I got that warm (not because it was a summer night) fuzzy, lovey-dovey feeling that made me feel all mushy and gooey inside. To be honest, I’m not that disturbed (yes, some people think I’m crazy) but I kind of liked the way things were. I used to be a breath away when he was sick. I could easily reach over and feel his body to tell if he’s had a temperature. I was there when he’s kicked the blanket off and I can cover him again (because I like to be covered).

The truth is that I don’t like sleeping alone! There I said that too!!! I hate sleeping alone!!! I’m so useless, I have the worst sleep when I sleep at my parents place because Sam sleeps with  my parents so I spend a good night tossing and turning. My parents had me in their room until I was three, that doesn’t sound long right?! Then they kicked me out to share a room with my baby brother. We shared a room until I was about ten or so (can’t really remember) but I do remember not liking being alone. Our little family moved to Durban when I started standard nine and my brother and I had to share a room again for a bit which was fine by me. The paranoid part of me even led me to sleep with a knife or scissors under my pillow until my parents got back from their night out. And this is while we stayed in Fort Knox!!!

There are so many articles out there saying that “allowing” our kids to share a bed with us leads to the kinds of problems I have. Sounds like separation anxiety that just never left. Then it got me thinking: what it was about the dark/night-time that made me anxious about sleeping alone. I did have a moderately active imagination and sometimes couldn’t tell between my dreams and reality, especially the scary ones. Point in case, at about eight or so, alone in my room, I clearly remember the light fitting being on fire and screaming for my dad. He comes storming in to see the commotion and the light fitting WAS NOT ON FIRE AT ALL!!! Even when I was older, I used to see figures in my room. Horror movies and the like were off-limits from when the movies “It” and “The Gremlins” were released, no lie! So if I stayed away from all that scary stuff, how was it that I still “saw” stuff??? What I found so comforting was that my parents never turned me away from getting into their bed when I had a bad dream. I doubt I stayed there for the night and I’m certain that my dad took me back to my bed as soon as I fell asleep again.

Do I feel safety in numbers by having my boys surround me? Or have I lost my marbles? Am I suffering from the after-effects of co-sleeping? I have no idea. What I do know is that some people prefer sleeping alone and some like being with someone….. (Another) truth be told is that I may not take Sam back to his bed if he comes to mine and I’m not really concerned that I might be subjecting him to the same drama I’m currently facing…

Sam is now finally in his own room (and I’ve had the crappiest sleep ever) but I know the problem is me… It’s definitely not with him…. so you think they offer sleep training for adults at all???!!! Maybe I should sign up.

What is it about being numero uno

23 Mar

There’s nothing that can work on any parents nerves more than a clingy toddler 24/7 regardless of how much time you spend with them and worse so when there’s no reason on God’s green earth for such behaviour!!!

About three or four weeks ago, my ranking (in Samuel’s world) went down by a notch and his dad was the man of the moment. Admittedly, my heart was a little sore that he didn’t want me to do everything until I bumped my head against a brick wall and came to my senses!!!! IT WAS BRILLIANT! Finally, my other half could now shoulder the burden that I had carried (not alone) for so long and every time Dadda wanted to send Sam over to Mamma, Sam would have none of  it. Even to the point where Sam would only go to sleep when Dadda was doing the bedtime-run AND still would allow Dadda the privilege of holding him at night (you must remember that those responsibilities were solely reserved for Mamma regardless). So I would wake up with a spring in my step and a tune on my lips – hallelujah, Sam has now finally realized that someone else is just as capable of and qualified  to see to him. Imagine my joy!

But truth be told, I secretly wanted to be wanted again or maybe I just liked being my little boy’s number one. And to put this little story into context, Sam has been sick for close to a month and we all know how clingy a sick baby can be so to see him want his dad only, pricked somewhat.

Needless to say, this week sparked a fresh flame in Samuel for Mamma again to the point where the suffocation of being wanted all the time is now really getting to me. And it’s mostly because the night-time antics revolve around him losing his mind because Dadda touched him when he specifically wanted Mamma – I mean really now. I need to remind little man that it actually did take BOTH his parents to make him – there definitely was no immaculate conception there buddy!

So the moral of the story: be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it but I still secretly like being numero uno at least until he’s 40 ok.

Ready, Steady…. Walk….

24 Nov Little Spades

My little boy has made the sweet and long-awaited transition into toddler-hood by taking his first steps over the weekend while he and I were having an over-extended lunch at my good friend Robyn’s place. This little munchkin has been standing on his own and cruising along the furniture for a while now. We even went as far as buying him  a walker for his birthday to help the process along.

There was no pressure to get him to walk before he turned a year because my friends kids did the deed after their first birthdays. It was adorable watching him want to take the risk but when the moment actually came, I was floored, excuse the pun. My girlfriends and I had planned a champagne breakfast (which turned into us almost spending the night) and our partners decided that they also needed to get some down-time which meant that we were left baby-sitting, I was not chuffed. Robyn has two adorable  kids, Liam and Hannah who were happy to share their toys with Sam as long as he didn’t get too close. Samuel was gob-smacked by these two, he found them absolutely intriguing and utterly hilarious when they ran circles around him (while he crawled) in an effort to get away from him. Nevertheless I can only imagine that the reason he decided on that day of all days to take his first independent steps was because he wanted in on the action the other two toddlers were having – no one wants to get left behind. And just like that, while I wasn’t even paying attention, he stood up near the tv and started to walk towards me. Well, that was it, I could not believe it and then in tears I grabbed him off the floor because I was filled with such joy and pride! Definitely a proud-mommy-moment for the blog books.

He’s made some progress in a small space of time, which could be due to the fact that he now wants to walk everywhere! Mostly, its between the couches his dad and I sit on, all evening long but I swear, it’s the cutest thing ever. To watch him go from being unsteady and wobbly to now trying to run. Last night, he went head first into one of the ottomans but thank the good Lord we all laughed and he got up and kept going. It’s amazing that those little feet have come so far…..

Thank the Lord it’s getting easier

23 Nov

As a mother of a newborn babe, between the mounds of nappies, constant feeds, ridiculously little sleep and never knowing when its gonna end – thank the good Lord that it does get better.

One thing that I really do have a serious gripe with is the advice from well-meaning doctors and midwives that our kids need to be reaching certain “milestones” like sleeping through the night at six weeks, WHATEVER, and eating what ever you put in front of them. It’s what misery is made of! It’s really only been in the last two to three weeks that my baby boy is eating so well and sleeping even better and if someone had told me from day one to just chill, take things in your stride and give yourself ONE WHOLE YEAR before you write your child or yourself off as a parent – that kind of advice is not worth blood, sweat or tears.

Samuel, you make mummy so happy, apart from the fact that I’m somewhat rested and don’t worry half as much about how your eating habits affect your sleep, it’s only now that I enjoy taking care of you. The hard work never ends but moments of reprieve like this one are more than welcome. So while I pat myself on the back for a job well done, I’m bracing myself for days ahead with a toddler that’s started walking.

Just as we’ve conquered one hurdle, another has just come into view… it’s so true though, a mother’s work is never done!