Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Well I'm beat, after rushing around all week I'm absolutely shattered, lethargic, struggling to be motivated and my foot hurts. I've been struggling all week long, anyone would think it was ME who had the baby.
At first I thought it was just a lack of sleep, so I tried to sleep late; couldn't too many pressing duties. Then I realised I hadn't really eaten much over the last couple of days so I fuelled up; didn't help I just carried on exhausted with a full puku (tummy). Tried really hard not to stress too much about the monthly Provident Living activity I lead - which of course fell into this awful week. Then one of the midwives at the birthing centre mentioned how emotionally draining it is when you are closely involved with labour, birthing and new babies - funny I always thought it was THE NEW MOTHER who carried all the pressure, extra hormones, emotions and battle scars. I stand corrected, I now believe this all falls onto the GRANDMOTHER'S To Do List.
And just to add to my week, I'm very aware of how I'm starting work next week after 11 months of never-ending leisure time.
Now I've become quite expert at falling asleep every time I sit down for more than 10 minutes, so this week I had planned to begin my new routine of early to bed, early to rise to make me healthy, wealthy and wise AND TO HELP ME STAY AWAKE AT WORK. That of course, has been blown out the window with our new arrival. I hope my training is interesting and varied otherwise I fear I may embarass myself. Just incase, I'm taking a crash course in somnambulism in the hope that those on high may be fooled by movement into not realising I'm asleep - don't like my chances.
Justine came home with little Major yesterday afternoon and we have had a fairly constant stream of visitors, phone calls, texts, emails etc ever since. My daughter knows 75% of the Hamilton population and they all feel the need to be involved in this chapter of her life.
Despite all this, little Major is doing very well, he's an absolute darling and we all adore him - as you do!I hope next week will feel a little easier on this old Gran's body and soul.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Here he is having his first play date with Disa who is nearly 3 weeks old, notice how much bigger he is. They both slept through their first meeting, much to our amusement.
He's got masses of dark hair - is there some truth to the old wives tale that heartburn makes for hair, cos his mother had loads of heartburn, little squinty eyes and big solid legs. He'll make an excellent rugby prop with those legs! And by the way mummy's doing okay too.
Friday, February 13, 2009
So instead of gathering to welcome our newest family member last night, we, and 10,800 others, went to watch the Warriors play Melbourne Storm in the pouring rain!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sure hope that's true, we've almost run out of tissues - all used up by mother-to be's frequent, out of the blue, outbursts of sobbing COS THERE'S STILL NO BABY!
We used malt biscuits sandwiched together with icing made from a stiffly beaten egg white with 1 and a half cups of icing sugar beaten into it. They were then decorated with an array of lollies.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
It's been a long time coming. I've learnt lots on how to survive on the smell of an oily rag as the old saying goes. Work is a blessing especially in these economically troubled times. God is good.
Not so sure about the condition of the original house occupants - gran Denny's feeling a trifle tired of worrying about where it's safe to put my feet down in the lounge and Aunty is just so over being pregnant.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
The situation isn't made easier by her knowing that her 3 friends have all delivered their precious bundles of joy over the last fortnight. She's quite certain that she's the only one still pregnant from her ante-natal class too. The phone seems to be ringing all day long - another well wisher enquiring to see if there's any news yet.......
On the plus side, dear house guest just can't go past without kissing or rubbing aunty's tummy and talking to her soon-to-be cousin. She's almost gotten over asking if aunty's waters have broken yet, however she's had time to ponder and subsequently ask not only how the baby gets out but how it got there in the first place!
We gave the simplest explanation we could about how the mum's egg gets fertilised and then the baby starts to grow. She was very relieved to know that the egg doesn't get laid like a chicken but I'm waiting with trepidation for when she realises she needs to know how dad fertilises mum's egg. Shame daddy's so far away, I would have enjoyed listening to his explanation of all this
Aunty and our darling house guest