What a month we’ve had Little H,
All three of us have had a tough time, but you more than most when you were struck down with chickenpox. You handled it all so well and then you really took it in your stride when mummy got sick immediately afterwards. In spite of itchy little spots and quarantine, we’ve had a good month!
I have kept a Gratitude Journal since the start of 2016. Over that year it made a MASSIVE difference to my mental attitude; I now more naturally see the positive in things. My blog is a place to share thoughts and opinions. But more than that, it’s a place I record life so I can look back in the future and remember how things were. Whilst I will always have my private journals, I also decided to take a leaf out the books of other bloggers and create a monthly gratitude feature.
This month has been another challenging one with yet more illness and various breakages costing us money (including the microwave, the handheld hoover and, worst of all, the 16 month old BOILER, argh!). So focusing on the little things really has been necessary. Here’s what I am grateful for this month:
Back on Day 0, I spotted some dubious spots on Little H as I was putting her to bed after nursery. After a visit to the doctor the following day, it was confirmed she had the dreaded Pox of the chicken variety. Quarantined followed and you find us in the thick of the illness with one very unhappy and itchy little toddler. (If you want a blow-by-blow account then by all means pop over to part I first!)
I expected Little H to wake a lot overnight so I’m quite surprised when I wake to her grumbling and it’s already 4am. She falls back to sleep (as do I) but I have to briefly go into her at 5am. She settled back down well after some bonjela, water and a cuddle. We all end up sleeping until 7:30am, which we all needed.
Little H is splashing around in the bath after a busy day at nursery. I come in to get her out and my Mum-Senses are immediately drawn to some spots on her shoulders, lower tummy and back. Much to her annoyance I proceed to examine them. I’ve convinced myself Little H has chicken pox on several occasions that turned out to be nothing. This time though, my instincts tell me this was the real deal. Without a doubt the spots are blistery. There just aren’t many of them which leaves me doubting myself.
Bedtime complete and Little H all tucked up, I consult the trusty NHS site. The pictures of chicken pox look exactly like what I had seen. That night I can’t settle to sleep and feel really anxious. I have a strong feeling I’ll be staying at home in the morning. But knowing I’ll have to get up and get ready like normal before I can get Little H up to confirm one-way or the other makes me bizarrely unsettled!
Just before Christmas, the awesome Josefine from My Danglish Family tagged me to take part in White Camelia’s ‘Rocking Motherhood Tag’. Not only was I excited to be tagged but I was also excited to do something which made me think about all the great stuff I do. As Josefine mentions in her post (which is fantastic so do go and read it once you’ve read mine!), it’s really easy for mums to focus on the things they feel they haven’t done. Right I’m going to wing it so let’s see what I can come up with!
Hello my lovely Little H,
Your Auntie Jenny said the other day that you really feel like “a little person” now and I think that wonderfully captures your month. You have, of course, always been a little person. But you have your own views and opinions now which you are, without a doubt, happy to express! Some days you are so, so challenging. (I still can’t understand why having your jumper changed offends you so much, but your dislike brings a delightful start to every day!) Every single day with you is great fun though and when I look at pictures from this time last year, it feels like a lifetime ago! Here’s what you got up to during your 22nd month, November:
As a long time commuter, I know it’s easy to dwell on the negatives of commuting: the cost, the time, the delays, the horror of being rammed next to a stranger closer than you get to most relatives… I will openly admit that the one thing I really wish I could change about my job is my commute. But…it’s not all bad. Since returning from Maternity Leave I’ve reached a new level of commute-appreciation. So next time you feel anger at having to spend in excess of an hour / day on a train for half your salary, bear these things in mind:
It’s official – I am longer the Mum of a baby but of a toddler! Little H has been walking for a good couple of months but always with help, cruising around furniture or, at best, just covering a small number of steps when set off in the right direction. For several weeks it’s been clear she had “the skills” to walk alone but had not developed the confidence. Then, suddenly, after nursery on Thursday she just…went. She let go of the side and walked back-and-forth and round-and-round. Sam and I just sat and watched in amazement. She was so incredibly proud of herself and quite rightly so. It’s only have watched H learn to walk that I really re-appreciated how amazing it is!
H is almost fourteen months old and is still on two naps a day. From everything I’ve read, and from what her baby peers are doing, it’s common for babies/toddlers to stick with two naps until anywhere between 12 – 18 months approximately. At the start of this year she actually started sleeping longer for her naps too – the effort of walking more and more taking it’s toll on her energy stores. But over the last few weeks, we’ve had days where a long morning nap has resulted in over an hour of afternoon cot play…but no sleep.
One of the things I love most about living in England is the changing of the seasons. Since I was a child I have found it quite magical to watch the weather progress from the bitter cold of winter in to the gentle warm damp of spring then onwards to the often dry arid and sticky summer days that leave you yearning for those slowly cooling breezes that the autumn brings. Every year is slightly different too; Whilst following the same cyclic pattern, there are always those unpredictable elements which give us Brits a handy topic of conversation all year round:
“Hasn’t it been raining a lot!”
“It’s not been very cold yet this winter. Do you think it could still turn?”
“It’s so hot. I can’t cope with it being this hot. It’s TOO hot.”