You never know what being a parent is until you are one.
I mean that in the widest sense. Biological or not, if you are the main the carer for a baby, a child then you know how hard it is being a parent.
Domestic tales in parenting a Firecracker, Velcro baby!
You never know what being a parent is until you are one.
I mean that in the widest sense. Biological or not, if you are the main the carer for a baby, a child then you know how hard it is being a parent.
Sometimes it’s hard to do what you preach isn’t it.
I’m struggling at the moment believing in myself and the choices and I Hubby have made in terms of how we wish to parent.
Those midnight voices are shouting that little bit louder at the moment.
We didn’t plan to be bed sharers.
I’ll say it now, I don’t actually want to be a bed sharer.
My side hurts from always lying on that one side.
I miss my husband.
But sometimes you just have to do what you have to do.
Hubby highlighted that in theory I could be back at work in 6 weeks.
I did not like this fact.
I aren’t ready to go.
We went to our first birthday party this weekend.
A friend who has been by my side since I was 19 had her little one a couple of months before me so we’ve done uni together, marriage and now motherhood together.
Having her just be a couple of months ahead gives me a bit of a sneak peek into what might be on the cards. It’s useful and terrifying.
So as part of getting me ready to go back to work we have been slowly building up the time Sidekick is away from me and staying with my folks.
Now that I have a breast pump Sidekick has spent her longest time away from me. Not a whole day, that’s coming soon, but a good 5 hours.
She did really well. No fuss at all.
I did well too!
Who doesn’t love a long weekend?
Having Hubby here for that extra day is just brilliant. He gets quality time with Sidekick, I get a bit of time to do things. Parenting is easier when he’s around.
I have no clue how single parents manage. I know we all would cope but I have a whole new level of respect for them.