When mothers get together they talk about a variety of issues concerning their children. Behaviour and food are hot subjects. But one I have noticed that almost always takes poll position is the matter of sleep. As you can imagine, everyone has their own opinion and strategy but that’s only because this really is a multi-facted matter, just ask any parent. We talk about the time the little ones go to bed, what type of bed they sleep in or do they sleep in your bed, do you give them milk or water before they go to bed and also if their child wakes up in the middle of the night requesting water or milk. The list goes on, I swear. What I have noticed by engaging with many new mothers is the need for a routine. Georgie has had one since he was six months old and as strange as this may seem, almost every night we follow the same routine. Of course it differs a little as time goes by but we do our best to stick to the the guidelines. If Georgie has had a full day with no napping, our bedtime routine will begin roughly around 5 and finish at 6, when he is ready to hit the sack. He plays in the bath with his dinosaurs and tractor. Then I help him into his pyjamas and finally we read in my bed. My boy is then carried into this dimly lit bedroom where he has some milk and gets into bed. He sleeps up to 12 hours giving papa and me time to enjoy a meal and an evening to ourselves. Establishing healthy sleep habits can do wonders for parents.
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He shrugs his shoulders and walks off. I had just asked him where his shoes are and that’s all I get. Shoulders shrugging. It’s so weird watching Georgie act like a grown up, making grown up expressions and saying grown up things. It makes me laugh. I imagine him as a teenager and even though that comes with a pang of anxiety, it makes me so excited about watching him form a character all his own. My favourite part of the day is when I put him in the bathtub and let him play. He talks to himself. Questions and answers flow and he even changes the tone of his voice according to the dinosaur he has in hand. It might sound like the silliest thing but it is what makes me happy. Georgie, my darling, YOU make me so happy.
I love the sudden explosion of excitement that comes with a Friday. Today I’m feeling a little more excited than usual after spending a majority of the last two weeks indoors. I think it’s also because I finally have my strength back and can comfortably get back into my indoor-routines with Georgie. Organising, rearranging furniture, fixing things and cleaning, reading and being superheroes. This is what we do indoors. Cheers to good health.
I’m writing this post horizontal in my bed with the worse headache ever, a blocked nose and a sore throat. Accompanying my misery is a cup of basil-thyme-eucalyptus tea, which is cold and beautiful music streaming from Radio Nova , which is interrupted by my awful internet connection. To make matters worse, over the past two days my little dude has had to watch me drooling on the couch, moaning and whining and losing my patience with silly things. I know I should give myself a break but you see, this is the first time since I had Georgie that I have fallen sick. Man, it sucks being ill but being ill and being a mummy is something that I find, really sucks! I hate not being able to play outside with him or kiss him uncontrollably or take him to the park, like I promised. The high point of my misery came last night when I bent down to give Georgie a bath and realised how weak and in pain I was. I cried. I didn’t mean to, of course because Georgie was right there watching me but I couldn’t help it. I just burst into tears. I felt so sorry for myself, I am ashamed to admit. But then in an instant all was gone: a little soul with only two and half years of experience in this world leaned forward, gave me a kiss and brushed the hair out of my face. ‘All better, mummy.’