Week 2 - the fun continues
Mama and Minion in survival mode...week 2 is a glass cage of emotion with Hubster run down and fluey...
Day 8
Success of solids quickly forgotten in the scramble of the post solid nappy explosion. Who knew so much waste could come from such a little body. Not sure who is in more distress about it all - Minion or her mama.
Point tally
Mila 0 - Mama 0
Day 9
Weather is peachy so I take minion on a great expedition. First stop a walk on Table Mountain road - minion sleeps while I bang out my daily step count. Then mission to the shops for groceries. Minion needs changing (the poonamis continue). I find it amazing how baby changing facilities in shopping centres must have been designed by someone who has 1) neither had a baby nor 2) ever been one. A slippery marble counter top with no baby changing station, a sink but no soap. No adjacent toilet which would have been helpful for Mama. A loud, baby scaring hand drier but no paper towels. No feeding chair and no lock on the door so I had two people barge in while I was feeding Mila perched precariously on edge of slippery counter. Should I create a hand book for feeding station builds in public malls? Someone start a petition and I might just…
Supposed to be going to Mama support group but all Mamas bailed because they have no support in order to make it to support group. #fail
Instead spend all afternoon trying to get minion to sleep. She has decided she no longer likes to sleep in her room or the car seat so I spend my life walking to dog crazy park and then use my Rockit to lull her (top ten baby purchase of all time if anyone is asking).
Mila 2 - Mama 1
Day 10
Minion was awake every two hours all night. And then all smiles in the morning. It’s so hard to be cross with the little halfwit while she coos and gurgles and smiles, but the afternoon is the lowest point of these two weeks. I feel like I’m underwater. Nothing makes sense and if I’m asked a question it takes me about 2 seconds to respond. I definitely cannot operate heavy machinery (this includes cars, blenders and the TV remote). A new dog has also moved into the neighbourhood and hasn’t stopped barking since its owners left for work. I would be angry with the incessant yapping but at the same time it’s the only thing keeping me awake so appreciate the reminder that I’m conscious.
Mila 2 - Mama -10
Day 11
At this point I feel like all my adrenalin has left me and I am running on fumes. Friday could not come fast enough. I figure the only way to survive the day is to be as busy as humanly possible.
Book in a walk with two fellow Mama survivors. Get home and I can feel the sleep clouding my eyes so I kick back my 3rd cup of coffee and try to get minion to sleep. She has now worked out that the Rockit is fake news and wants the real deal pushing the pram. I push her on our verandah until she passes out and then face plant onto my couch. 15 mins later she’s awake with a cough…uh oh… I reach in and see a weepy eye. There’s a hint of a fever….nooooooooooo
Minion has her first cold. Her weepy eye gives her the look of a drunk pirate and there is more snot pouring down her little face than I have tissues in the house. Hubster is on the black list as I believe he has infected her. He’s been coughing and sniffing all week. Poor little thing is miserable and clingy (Minion not Hubster obviously). Mama is on the edge. There is a fuzzy buzz at the back of my brain. It’s as if a swarm of bees is trying to keep me awake but failing. As I rock Minion (and by extension myself) to a very dubious sleep I can hear a film preview announcer’s voice asking ‘ One Woman. One sick baby. Who will prevail…’ And then my phone’s WhatsApp lights up. It’s the Hubster, ‘Hey Babe, I’ve taken tomorrow off..’ HALE-freakin-lujah.
Mila 1 Mama 10
The End.