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Georgie’s first Christmas has come and gone already…

The day, the experience, the genuine joy and smiles will never come back but it did give me an exciting taste of the many Christmases to come.

January 11, 2012 by georgie's mummy

Motherhood

did I make my baby cry?

Of course I didn’t mean to but I felt my limits being pushed. And pushed. And then pushed some more. His good sleeping habits seem to come and go which means I’ve dragged my tired body out of bed in the wee hours of the morning more times than I care to remember over the past few days.

You could say I’m used to it and therefore I shouldn’t be bothered but the problem is that napping times have gone out of the window too. The day before yesterday he slept for a grand total of half an hour ALL DAY! And he’d been up since six in the morning! When he decided to do the same today I snapped. And raised my voice. Slightly. OK a lot. The look on his face was of pure and utter shock. It took him a good five seconds to realize what was going on and then he cried. And cried. And cried. And wouldn’t stop.

January 11, 2012 by georgie's mummy

Motherhood

Is it me?

Whenever I hear other mummies talking about how they take their babies to concerts or restaurants or visiting after 7 in the evening I get bothered. I literally feel a sadness in the pit of my stomach. Of course it’s all down to jealousy because I simply can’t even imagine messing with Georgie’s routine. New Year Eve is coming up and I am already ultra-stressed about how to deal with it. I have turned down many invitations simply because I fear Georgie won’t enjoy himself. OK I’m lying; it’s because i won’t enjoy myself. “What if you let him nap late in the afternoon?” they ask. Well that MIGHT work if he could actually nap late in the afternoon. My obsession with not letting him nap when he should be awake means that he’ll be active and happy throughout the entire afternoon, playing around with his daddy’s belt and the dog’s toys, but come 6:30, he needs his bath and sleep. In his bed with his music and sleeping bag.