Nearly Golden Boobies!

This time last year I was enormous. I was reminded just how enormous I was by Timehop this morning. Freddie was definitely running out of womb, and I was in that wonderful waiting phase … looking wistfully at the moses basket, unbelieving my baby would soon fill it. How I ache to relive those times …

I live next door to a lovely large park … this park holds many memories for me. One of the earliest memories is walking back from town through this park with my Nan when I was about 6, stopping to sit on a bench and eat a Woolworths pick n mix. Last year when preggers I would regularly walk a few laps … in fact, it was on one such outing that I fell on my bottom on the ice on March 2nd last year … hurrying Freddie’s arrival. I walked laps of that park before going to the hospital in labour … I went on the blooming zip wire, and my cousin knew things were hotting up when I said “I don’t think I can do another circuit“! Freddie and I go to the park most days now, and this afternoon as I pushed him on his trike, I smiled at the crocus’ protruding through  the ground, in the same spots as this time last year … I remember stopping to admire them mid contraction by the tennis courts.

Had I blogged last week, or earier this, it would have been a depressing entry. Freddie was so poorly with his chest, which meant even less sleep than usual … and the mummy worries/guilt were off the scale. I then got the dreaded lurgy too, so it was a very sorry weekend with a lot of snot and a few tears. I think sleep deprivation can be absolute agony; and combined with poorliness, was not a good combination. I’m pleased to report that we’re both on the mend … and life has resumed it’s usual pace.

10176172_1881706565389106_7263003984439138840_nThis afternoon I took Fred to the barbers for the first time. I’m finally realising that my baby is no longer a baby! His hair was looking a little unkempt in his neck … and he really enjoyed sitting in the chair being pampered. Obviously I kept a lock for his memory box, along with the receipt … and when I put it in there earlier, was struck by how small his first outfit was …my baby Freddie …

I’m also awaiting shipment of Freddie’s 1st birthday 972194_1881710805388682_8806071762191897665_npresent; a toybox designed by the Traditional Toybox Company. It is just as I’d asked for … and I can’t wait for it to arrive .. although I’m still a little unbelieving that it has been a whole year since Fredders popped out of my vagina. I’ve been a mummy for nearly a year, and in breastfeeding terminology this is GOLDEN BOOBIES – not bad for someone who was going to give up after 3months!





Crying, calpol, and one motherf****r of a molar

It has been a long time since I blogged; which is a reflection of the limited time available being a single mum to a crawling/climbing and ever mobile Freddie! The weeks are chugging by, and so many milestones are being reached … wonderful, poignant, exhausting … my little darling now pushes his walker along, and he gets very cross when I prevent him from ascending the bookcase.

12592760_1867382020154894_7023473956536735069_nShortly after my last entry I painted a mural in F’s nursery. I love a bit of paint, and it was really good fun to put together this design. I had of course hoped that making the nursery pretty, with new retro cot bed and chest of drawers, and play mat … would entice my son to actually sleep in it … but the little darling prefers sleeping in momma’s bed .. and momma is usually so tired by 7pm that momma lets him snuggle up. One day he will want to sleep in his own room, and one day he WILL sleep through the night … and I’ll probably miss him!

We are currently cutting one motherf****r of a molar. This has led to lots of crying and calpol, rosy cheeks and nasty nappies. Please God, let there be a break between this one and the next. Momma shouldn’t be drinking wine on a school night!

We have recently been to a lot of 1st birthday parties and Freddie’s party is all booked for


5th March 2015 – 5th Feb 2016

5th March … I can hardly believe I have an almost one year old. So much has happened, it has been SUCH an incredible year. A year of so much love and so little sleep … of resilience and determination, and laughter. I still look back fondly on this time last year, when I was enormous and already on maternity leave. Little did I know the adventures that lay ahead. It is such a privilege to watch this darling little boy develop his personality and character. He is of course, worth all the Estee Lauder concealer I’ve needed to purchase to hide the dark circles under my eyes …. 🙂

For now though, at 19.42 on a Monday, I’m enjoying a nice cup of tea ….