It’s been three years since I last updated this blog. Oops.
Better late than never, I suppose!
What has happened in three years? Mostly not much…that is until I decided to become a mum, and now my little family is three.
Having some time away from my hectic work life has given me more time to reflect, and rekindled my desire to write.
Today my son is 5 weeks old, and we walked to the shops together for the first time. He was born by caesarian, so it has taken me a while to feel up to the task. Some mums on the Internet have claimed that they were fully recovered from their caesarians two weeks post-partum, but I don’t believe them. If so, then perhaps it is my age or the long labour the preceded it, or the fact that my boy wasn’t exactly tiny at 4.12 kgs (or 9 lbs for the North Americans) – but I could still barely walk after two weeks!
I’m still not supposed to drive for another week, but I woke up today determined I was going to take myself out. I would just have to use my legs. It’s amazing how something as simple as getting out of the house for a couple of hours can make you feel human again. I loaded up the Mountain Buggy URBAN JUNGLE (my husband literally made me buy this stroller because of its name, though I admit now that it’s actually quite good) and trundled my way to the shops. I had a coffee and brunch – eggs benedict with hollondaise sauce and poached eggs with runny yolk – basically a smorgasbord of things I wasn’t allowed to eat while I was pregnant. It was glorious.
It was less glorious going to the toilet with a stroller, the baby starting to scream and having to do a quick breastfeed whilst sitting on a disabled toilet, followed by a change of diaper which took three tries (at least he didn’t pee all over himself or me, which is a real hazard with little boys). Once he was calm we did the rest of the feed outside on a nice sunny bench. I still feel a little shy about breastfeeding in public, but not so shy that I’m going to stay in a toilet any longer than I need to.
Things are certainly more complicated with a baby in tow, but somehow I don’t mind. I’m enjoying this different pace of life, and marveling at the miracle that my body somehow grew a tiny human, and that he came into this world safe and sound thanks to modern medicine, and that he is is own little person.
I spent a lot of time while I was pregnant feeling that the life inside was a part of me, so it is fascinating to see him now, a separate individual, and to realize that he will grow to be a man one day, living his own life. His story will exist because of my husband and I. I suppose this is the very crux of the human imperative; our only true chance at immortality lies in the propagation of our genes. And damn, not only is it satisfying, but the resulting offspring is also tremendously adorable.
The sun is out and this last couple of weeks my baby has started smiling, which just makes the world so much brighter.
To finish, have a ridiculously long collage detailing the last nine months of my life. Looking back, although it’s only been just over a month, I can hardly believe I was that pregnant. It’s amazing how quickly you forget! (Credit where credit is due: the photos were edited using an app called BabyPics and the collage was created at Fotor):