A cup of coffee and a little time to myself.
I have barely survived the last two weeks. Freya had only just recovered from some weird gastroenteritis when she was struck down with a cough and cold of biblical proportions. Unfortunately, the cough and cold were so bad that it stopped her sleeping which meant that she has just been really down. Lots of crying, whinging and generally being unhappy. The days have been really long and she has had a couple of nights where I have slept on the floor in her room - she is beginning to feel like a cell mate. She seems to have beaten the cold but now we are still left with the crabby behaviour. I am hoping that we can get back on track, so that I get my lovely little girl back, the one who is a pleasure to share lunch with.
She has been very reluctant to go anywhere, which is fine when she was poorly but now it is time to get back on the horse and walk the dog - if you know what I mean. We attempted a walk today. I got her wrapped up, packed a towel to dry stuff in the playground and took her morning snack with us. We fortuitously bumped into Grandad, Benson and Buster and passed the time of day. We also saw Beryl and Rags and said "Good Morning". When we got to the playground we found a bench to have our snack and talked about the birds. (I am planning to make some bird feeders for our garden using pine cones, peanut butter, seed and cheerios.)
A couple of goes on the swing and the floodgates opened. She screams all the way home about 'Pan'.
I have often seen mothers marching along with a toddler screaming behind them and always thought 'that is so mean, just comfort the poor little blighter'. I tried comforting, reasoning then shouting and finally gave up and trudged on ahead of her - officially joining the ranks of 'mothers with screaming child'. It's funny, I read books about busy time with toddlers and from the quiet comfort of my bed, maybe with a cheeky glass of wine, I look forward to the next day full of rosy-cheeked, laughing, adoring children doing fun things. The reality is so often different with whinging and crying and me just grateful when the clock strikes one. Nevermind, I am sure I am not alone. I also realise that I am one of the lucky ones, Freya is only like this when there is something wrong.
Dreadful timing really, Freya is chucking a wobbler just as I am giving up breastfeeding. When I stopped breastfeeding last time, I was miserable for a couple of days. Apparently, the hormone that keeps you lactating is a happy hormone and mine will soon be disappearing. It is a sad time for me but Edie has been fussy over the last few days and I have come to the conclusion that its a supply and demand issue. I should cheer myself up with thoughts of nice new lingerie now all the grey tinged feeding bras can be dumped.
Edie will also be moving on to the fun and exciting stage of weaning as well as sharing more time with her dad and grandparents.
On a positive note, I have been dieting for three weeks and lost eight pounds despite nights out and falling off the waggon. Just have to start some Callanetics and carry on with pelvic floor weight training to ensure that I am 'not too shabby' by the time my 33rd birthday rolls around.
What a a great pass-time viewing other blogs is... today I learned where to buy Nestle pretzel flipz, that the woodland trust has downloadable activity packs and advice on how to get up earlier in the morning - lush. All blogging and no work makes your house look like a right state, so off I go to clean a kitchen cupboard and hang out the washing.