Monday, 29 May 2017

6 weeks ...

How an earth has this happened!


The first 6 weeks of our little possum's life have flown. The first 6 weeks of having him in our lives have flown!


We have loved watching him change and grow, celebrating the smallest things and waking up every day swearing he has changed. In the last 6 weeks he has learnt so much about this world and us just as we have learnt so much about him.



 This boy is rarely still, just like his father I feel. He loves wriggling, kicking, waving his arms and pushing with his legs. Daddy loves evening play time with him making him stand up, walk and fly. Liam loves it too.


The most rewarding thing for us, and hopefully for him, was learning to smile. No matter how crappy a night is has been or how over feeding him what seems like every five seconds or how i wish i could get things done, that smile fixes it all and lights up the day, or middle of the night. 



He absolutely loves baths although not so much the getting undressed and dressed part. I did work out one night though, if you crazy exaggerated sing along to what ever song is happening, smiles come willingly rather than crying.


Speaking of music, this boy loves anything going, especially if it is upbeat and according to daddy loves the Dixie Chicks.


He is learning to love floor time more and more, slowly growing the amount of time he is happy to play. He loves staring at who knows what around the room, the t.v (gasp) and smiling at nothing much in particular (or maybe it is his invisible friend). He has favourite toys already. There is the lat scrunchy monkey that makes a crinkly sound, just like the paper when he goes to get weighed, which he also loves wriggling around on. He also likes Mr Squeaky, a brightly coloured dog with a squeaky foot along with the dangly lion the jingles when you hit it.


Sleep is apparently always something to be fought unless he is sneakily snuck into it while just snuggling on the chair. Most of the time though, settling to sleep involves a little squealing in protest or even a full blown tantrum. He has kind of settled himself into a routine of sorts, that is until he decides to mix it up and keep us on our toes. In general he spends 3hrs asleep, 2 hours awake, with plenty of flexibility to it, especially at night when often 3 or 4 hours is considered all he should have. It seems that mummy and daddy pointing out the benefits of sleep and that they would be much better with more of it falls on deaf ears. Oh well.


He loves to eat as soon as he wakes up, there is no holding back this hungry little gremlin. He used to think being awake meant being on the boob but now loves his little bit of play time. He loves to have a chat to his food and still squeals like a piglet when he looses it along with the super cute grunting, snuffling, nuzzling and open mouth searching to find it again. I have learnt that breast feeding is challenging, a lot harder than I thought it would be, but that it slowly gets easier (around the 6week mark I found). No one really tells you that about that.


It seems our little possum is the king of poo-plosions. He got me a good one, one day, meaning I needed to have a shower before I could even attempt to clean him up. I've learnt I have a bizarre sense of humour when it comes to things like this, maybe I have reverted to being a ten year old.
 

 He has learnt to really focus on things, although he was pretty much born doing that. He stares you down reading what your face is saying, looking deep inside I swear. He also hams it up for the camera, maybe he thinks it is his real mummy.


I could sit and drink in his cuteness, his smell, his feel and drown in his eyes for hours. Such a time waster but such an adorable one.


And just because it took me so long to actually post this blog, we've made it to 7 weeks.


This little man has now had his first flight (outside the womb) which he mostly slept and fed through. He also charmed anyone he saw. It is amazing how good service on a plane is with a cute baby (mind you that airline always has excellent service).



He has finally met his very excited cousins and Aunty C (sis C) as well as his Grandad.


They love cuddling him, especially his cousins. A real live dolly to snuggle which is good practice for the coming addition to their family, due in November.
Yay! I get to be an Aunty again!
 

He has also loved getting to know his Granny, who was there to see him born. He definitely loves his snuggles with her, she has the magic touch.


In the last has worked out he can do this squeal thing while smiling and just this morning he thought that tongue poking while smiling was fun, producing even more smiles. He has also found his voice and loves chatting away to anyone and anything.


I want to freeze these moments in time and keep him as he is but I want to watch and see what he does next.

It is funny how little time he has been here yet how it seems like he has been here forever.

I hope to get back to the blogging and many other things, like housework ... not that I really want to do housework, yuck.

Thursday, 20 April 2017

Introducing Liam Charles

There is a little someone we would like you to meet, our little Possum.


He arrived fashionably late but right on time.
 He has daddy's feet and mummy's cheeks and a mash up of so much of the rest of us.
He has captured our hearts and wrapped us around his long fingers.
In two short weeks he has become our everything and what our little world revolves around.
It seems like he has always been here, a part of our family, and we are so pleased that he is.


Liam Charles
born 06/04/2017
weight 3.96kg / 8lb 11.5oz
length 55.5cm
head 35.5cm


Welcome little Liam, to our family. We've been waiting to meet you and we can't wait to watch you change and grow over the years as you become your own little person and then big person. You have so many people who love and adore you already.
We are tired and happy.
Our days disappear in a haze of feeding, sleeping, nappies and just taking in our little man.
We are floating on cloud nine.
We made a person.
We are parents.
We have a son.
 Amazing.




Grab button for one mother hen 

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Saturday, 1 April 2017

It's a Waiting Game

Waiting ...


Yep, that is what I've been doing ... waiting.


Waiting for a baby to arrive.
Waiting for a cyclone that headed south.


Still waiting for a baby.
Waiting for a house to settle.

And STILL waiting for a baby.
Waiting for my Grandfather's funeral date.
 

and STILL WAITING for a baby.
Waiting for the seemingly never ending things to finish being found and moved.


and STILL waiting on that baby.
Waiting for doctors and monitoring.


and we are STILL WAITING BABY!


Okay, so I should give this baby some leeway, it was only due today after all. It seems that our little April Fool might not end up being born on April Fools day after all, but then there is still time yet.



In follow up from our other exciting house buying news, it settled on Tuesday and we pretty much entirely moved on Wednesday. We even somehow ended up with beds set up and made to sleep in at the new place. It is soooo nice and soooo much more space. Not to mention that at least now the boxes of stuff are spread out and slowly reducing rather than feeling like they were a fortress being built around us. Now to finish up and to clean our little rental for whoever makes it home next, it was a good home too. I am still holding out hope that by some miracle that they cleaning fairies will come and finish the job for us. Now you would think if anything could bring on a baby it would be moving house and plenty of cleaning but not this baby.

 

We watched and waited as Tropical Cyclone Debbie headed for the coast. Firstly they thought she would come somewhere up here and then they thought she would head to Townsville, where my sister lives, but TC Debbie had other ideas and ended up playing dot to dot with locations around the Whitsundays and further inland. I am so glad that in the end, despite the damage done, everyone fared okay. It is also good to hear of places getting rain that needed it. Now the wet weather created by her has been playing havoc as the rain heads south. Stay safe people. stay safe.



In sad news, we've been waiting for my Grandfather to die. It doesn't sound very nice put that way but he had gotten very ill a few weeks ago and we knew it was coming, it was just when. Nobody wanted him to go but reality bites sometimes. Unfortunately the world lost another wonderful, kind, thoughtful gentleman this week. It was sad to loose him but we are glad he isn't suffering and that he seemed to go on his own terms. What a life he has lived and what a lot he has seen in his 92 years.




I had a doctors appointment, obstetrician, at the hospital on Thursday this week. We had been hoping that I wouldn't have to attend. Anyway it was thrill waiting on the horrid chairs and a totally uninformative appointment other than that they are happy for me to wait for bub to arrive when it is ready (hang on, I don't want to wait). The best part was that bub thought it would up the ante and put on a show. When the doctor was listening in for its heart beat, the rhythm was a lot too fast for their liking so I got some quality heart beat listening time while they monitored bub. Turns out it was just being active, sneaky little thing. It was a good thing I had company this week, Mum is up waiting with me. I have another appointment on this coming Tuesday, lets cross our fingers I don't need it.


So now I am going back to waiting ... and unpacking.


What are you up to?


Photos thanks to a beach walk at Yorkeys Knob with Mum, on the 28th, the same day that Cyclone Debbie crossed the coast.

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Bats, Fish and more big announcements

Lots has been happening in these parts, yet nothing much has been happening as well.


I've finished up at work with my night work finishing a couple of weeks ago, a month before bub's due date. Who'd have thought I would be able to go back to normal sleep patterns so quickly and it is amazing how good it is to not feel like I am dragging my body around every day. 


Crazy me also managed to fit in one last shift at daycare, meaning I officially worked up until 38weeks! Who does that to themselves? I was so glad to go to work that Friday. It is amazing how much of the social part of my life comes from work. Okay, so maybe it really isn't that amazing considering how often I was at work. I'll have to look into other ways of getting my social butterfly on.



I do have big news though ... sorry to those on baby watch, I am still in one piece.

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Although, I would be quite happy for bub so come any time now.


We bought a house! It settles the beginning of next week so after then we will be firing on all cylinders to move in. Another of those 'who does that to themselves?' moments, I am sure. Who chooses to pack and move house in their 39th + week of pregnancy? Well we do, apparently. We seem to like to do everything at once. It is a bit of a race to see what happens first, baby or house. So this means you will be seeing tropical goodness from these parts for a while yet, because we are staying in the area for a bit longer.


Mum has come to visit and help with all the craziness happening around here. It is certainly appreciated, and so is the company. Hopefully this bub arrives sooner rather than later so she doesn't have to wait around too long and gets plenty of Granny time Come to think of it, I'm not too sure how well I am going to do this waiting thing. Patience is a virtue, isn't that what they say. No one tells you though, how hard it can be to switch off 'work' mode, no matter how ready you are not to be going. In saying that I still have a pram and car seat to find and hospital bag to pack, not to mention the crafty baby stuff that there are plans for so that should keep me going for a bit. Nothing like procrastinating though, I am world class at it I can tell you, ask my mother. Speaking of which, Mum is probably going to be so sick of my chatterbox ways soon, I am obviously not used to having others in the house.


So as I said, in some ways lots has been happening and in some way nothing much at all. Now to just keep myself occupied but not overly busy until bub decides to come. That won't be hard really with the packing and crafting. I just need to give myself permission to settle into things rather than flitting around the house and not settling on any one thing. I need to enjoy this time, I will enjoy this time ... okay, so not so much the packing part.
 

I have managed to get out and about for some sunrise and sunset a little bit over the last few weeks. I hopefully get to do a bit more of that now. Not having to get ready for work has given me that time. Although this morning when I was up anyway, I just didn't go. Ahh, maybe tomorrow, maybe not ... no pressure.


 These photos are from sunset down at the Lagoon and marina last week. I crossed everything that the sky would be pretty, and it was. It has been pretty much clear for the last few weeks, very un wet season like weather. There has been plenty of uncomfortable humidity but not so much in the way of rain. They are talking about the slight possibility of a cyclone at the end of this month but no one is pinning any hopes on it happening. We've had a surprising lack of them this year.


I also thought, when out enjoying the sunset, it would be cool to try for the bats flying over the fish again, as both are such an icon.


I'll have to be more organised or find some new sunrise and sunset spots once we move. But then I guess my ability to get out and about might depend a fair bit on how baby is as well.


I can't wait until bub is born and I know whether it is a he or she so I can call it by name or he or she rather than 'it, bub, the baby, etc'.  Being an 'it' doesn't seem very nice and then brings to mind Cousin It and that really is a bit too much hair for a baby to handle. But then again, what is that old wives tale about heart burn/ indigestion and babies having lots of hair. If my reliance on quick ease is anything to go by then this bub could have a very full head of hair.


I dare say life is about to change in so many ways, for the better I am sure. I'm trying not to have any expectations about how anything will go and to go with the flow. I figure I will deal better with what I can't control that way, or that is the idea.


So now for waiting, waiting, waiting and hopefully while I do that some more photo taking and plain old relaxing. 


Anything happening in your neck of the woods?
Any big announcements?