I wrote this post in December 2003, when my first born was 9 months old.
I read it now, with crystal clear memories of those few days – it was the first time I’ve experienced a teething baby.
I remember it was so difficult to manage, to do my daily tasks, to look after him and myself. I remember struggling to find time to have a shower! And the sleep deprivation was just horrific!
Now with 3 children, I always crack a smile when I remember those moments of being a first time mother.
I realise have learned so much and changed so much over the years.
I am by no means an expert parent, but it’s good to look back to see how far I have come.
Callum and I had a pretty awful weekend. Callum’s 5th and 6th teeth cut through, and he was the GRUMPIEST AND CRANKIEST LITTLE KID EVER!
Usually he’s pretty independent. He would spend hours just crawling and climbing all over the place. He likes to explore the shelves, cupboards, rooms, behind couches and tables. He likes following the cat, shuffling through the junk mail, sliding the chairs around.
And as long as I’m in the same room keeping an eye on him, we’re both having a pleasant day doing whatever we need to do.
He also sleeps about 2-3 hours in the late morning. And 1 hour in the late afternoon. So I get heaps done during the day.
But good lord, since Friday, he was in so much pain – poor thing. He didn’t sleep at all during the day.
He whinged and blubbered and cried all day. He wouldn’t let me out of his sight. He wouldn’t even let me stand up to get something. He just wanted to cling onto my leg. Or sit in my lap. Or have me cuddle him. Or hold him. Or bounce him up and down while he grizzled and grumbled. All day!
My husband was on a scuba diver rescue course all weekend. So it was really hard work on my own. and I was pretty down.
But by Monday – just like that – things were back to normal.
I was so very relieved. I took him out for lunch and he was the happy little kid bouncing on everyone’s knee again. Thank God!!
These are some photos from the same week. My son and I were mucking about on the grass, playing a crawl-under-the-cushion game. He was a little too interested in eating leaves.
After a while, he got bored and started head-butting the cushion from underneath. He made it fall on top of himself, let out a very girly squeal and then started to crawl with the cushion on his back – like a turtle. Thoroughly enjoying himself.
It was very funny. But I guess you had to be there.