Week 20 has been intense… not a constant, full on intense… just an undercurrent of lots happening. It started with Mother’s Day… this Mother’s day wasn’t my first mother’s day but in many ways it felt like it. This time last year we had one angle in heaven and baby Isaac secretly growing. Last year we spent the day telling our mum’s about our new little one on the way, and to be honest it was a nice distraction from the reality of the day. I found it hard to feel like a mum when Josh wasn’t there… I received lots of well wishes but for most of the day I just wanted to pretend that I wasn’t a mum, because it was easier and I didn’t feel like I was. I know that having a baby earth side doesn’t make me any more of a mum now, but last year I just felt like a bit of a fraud… like I was celebrating a day that wasn’t really for me. This year it felt a whole lot more real… being able to carry Isaac around, almost like a badge of honour on the day. It was such a different experience from before. We had brunch together, I got thrown up on a few times, and we had dinner with my mum. Isaac also made some Keepsake for His Grandma, Nanna and Nanna Naz.
Monday was Dave and I’s 7th wedding anniversary… 7 years… and so much adventure. It’s crazy to think that we are still only really at the beginning and there will be hopefully many more lots of 7years to come. I have told you all many times how wonderful Dave is and it is still true. Marrying him is still the best decision I have ever made and the last 2 years have just proved this over and over again. On Monday we received some pretty scary news that my Grandmother was very very unwell and that she needed a miracle, so instead of meeting him for lunch at school, he came home in his lunch break and played with Isaac so that I could have moment to myself, shower and work out what to do next. Over the last 7 years I have truely learnt the meaning of many of the vows that we made 7 years ago… in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad… he is my go to, my best friend, my greatest supporter and the love of my life.
So all that happened in the first 2 days of week 20… the rest of the week remained busy… with a undercurrent of anxiety and fear that I couldn’t quite shake… but we did make time for some fun things, like ramping up our efforts on getting Isaac to try solids… I still haven’t mastered my home cooking yet and everything that I do make for Isaac is usually rejected in a generous display of fake gaging… so I am thanking Jesus for pre-made baby food at the moment because he loves it… well most of it… we will work on the home made stuff once he progresses past the puree stage. We also took a trip to costco which is always fun. We had a couple of appointments for Isaac and the biggest small thing we did this week was get the light fixed in our bedroom. We broke the light fitting when we tried to upgrade it… and while Dave was in Mt Gambier I broke the blockout blind and it has been stuck fully down… so our room has been very dark for what feels like forever… but has really only been a week and a bit… but now the light is fixed and it is magical… such a simple thing… so much joy… now we just have to get the blind fixed.
We finished the week with a 6km walk which was a fundraiser for World Vision held at Dave’s School. Why 6km… because that’s the average distance people in the developing world walk for water that is usually contaminated… While we weren’t so great with the fundraising ourselves the school did a great job and our registration fees provided clean water for one person each which is pretty great. We walked 6km so they wouldn’t have to anymore. It’s only a small thing, but again it brings a heck of a lot of joy to me… and the person with clean water.
Oh and Isaac graduated from the capsule to a real car seat… which doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it means my tiny baby isn’t so tiny anymore.
So we made it through week 20… let’s hope week 21 is a little lighter on the soul.
Hello week 19…. and welcome home Davo. Over the weekend Dave was away with school, but on Sunday he returned and both Isaac and I were alive, fed and clean… which for my first weekend solo parenting is a pretty great achievement. We finished our solo parenting weekend today with a catch up with Auntie Ness and dropping almost everything we had brought with us to church on to the floor at some stage during the service.
Week 19 felt busy, with a mixture of appointments and catch ups… I was beginning to forget what it was like to fit all these medical appointments into one week, in fact, it feels like a long time since we have had a week quite like this one. Isaac and I spent the night at the hospital on Monday with a surprise sleep study opportunity, and I was reminded that you should always take your own pillow to a hospital… hospital pillows are so crunchy especially when you are trying to stay quite so the baby gets a good night sleep so he can show everyone how great he is doing. Isaac had his eyes tested and they are perfect which is great news for a baby that has spent his whole life on Oxygen.. (fun fact: Stevie Wonder has Retinopathy of Prematurity… which means he is blind because the oxygen he was exposed to as a premature baby). We made use of some beautiful weather to do some family walks and we also had our latest Maternal Child Health Appointment. Amazingly Isaac is now on the charts for his actual age and not just his corrected age! What a champion.
We brunched with my friends from Uni, Claire and Flic and we also got to meet Baby Jaylen when we caught up with Julia. He is super super cute and Julia is a super mum!
This week I also got my haircut… which might not seem like a big deal but this will be the third time since Josh passed away… so basically every 6months, and just like my last haircut, it was a gift from my mum. I love getting my hair cut and coloured but I find it hard to justify spending money on myself on things that are such a luxury when we are down to one income and there are some many other things we should be spending our money on. Thankfully it’s a pretty great practical gift and my mum is super generous. So thanks to her I feel like a new woman again.
We finished this week with a celebratory lunch for Ness’ birthday and early Mother’s day celebration with Dave’s Mum… it was delicious and Dave and Isaac wore matching outfits… because why the heck not.
Somehow it is my birthday again tomorrow… a whole year has apparently gone by since I last wrote a post like this. But this birthday feels different and I am not really sure why… usually I start my birthday blogs talking about how I don’t really feel ready to switch over to the next age… but this year I just don’t really feel that fussed about it, which is really strange. It is super odd… since I was 17, I have had a love hate relationship with birthdays, but now as I turn 31… it suddenly doesn’t feel like such a big deal. Maybe I have finally grown up? Maybe I am still in denial about being 30 at all… but either way its nice not to be upset about it.
Each year I like to take just a minute (although it seems to be getting longer as I add more and more years) to stop and reflect on how the past year has shaped who I am now. Things that I have loved, learned or just lived during year 30… 30 of them, before 30 becomes 31 tomorrow.
- 30 wasn’t so bad… it happened and the sky didn’t fall, I didn’t fall apart… in fact it was kinda nice
- I finally feel like an adult… I know I have been one for a long time now, but I feel like I am actually living an adult life now… trying to save money, considering my long term health, fixing things at home and being more comfortable in my skin.
- My body is my body… it’s far from perfect, but it’s done some pretty great things, it may never be the body I want, but it’s the body I am most comfortable in.
- Sometimes the things you fear the most, aren’t the things you should have been worried about
- It turns out my boys like to come fast and very very early… neither traits they get from me
- We live in a country that is incredibly blessed with amazing health care and hospitals
- There is a place for coffee in my life, and after years of being an exclusive tea drinker… I am now partial to the latte… I would imagine it’s the sleep deprivation.
- Even when you think you have had all you can take… there is usually more, and you learn you are stronger still.
- God is good, all the time… and his plans are better, even when you think yours a pretty great.
- Isaac is the toughest kid I have ever met
- I will do anything to hear a baby giggle, especially if it is my baby
- Best laid plans are now a pie in the sky kind of goal… yet I continue to make them anyway
- I like making improvements on my house… but the greatest home improvements are when everything has a place in the room in which it belongs… it turns out I am a house micro manager
- Banana bread is from heaven
- Babies are hard to take selfies with
- Motherhood means getting to join a gang of incredible women who you can talk to about anything even if you’ve never met before
- You can sit in the same chair all day every day for months if it is with the ones you love
- Babies grow fast, sometimes they only wear clothes once, although you can get so much joy from putting a child in a seasonal costume.
- Tiny face-washers save many things at many times
- Life goes fast… you should always celebrate the small things
- Turkish delight milkshakes and pink donuts will forever be sacred
- People are good more often they are not, and we are surrounded by so many people who love us and truely do want us to thrive and succeed
- Being a mum is better than I could have ever comprehended, although it comes with its own bag of guilt and expectations that I am continually trying to work through and balance
- Breastmilk is magic… not just for the baby, but for the mum who can offer nothing else to a baby in NICU… even long after they have left… although not pumping today for the first time in 8 and bit months was acutally really nice.
- I am married to the most patient, servant hearted man I have ever met… he has kept us going, kept us fed and kept the house functional… he is also an epic dad and has actually been doing the majority (like at least 85%) of the overnight feeds solo.
- I can’t stop crying… everything pulls at my heart strings. This week I cry at every happy story at the commonwealth games… so many tears it is embarrassing… and don’t you dare show my a picture of a baby in hospital, I will not cope.
- I am looking forward to a year of not being pregnant and eating all of the foods (in moderation of course)
- I am pretty sure I am addicted to my phone and social media… maybe 31 is the year to get this under control because real life is definitely more satisfying.
- Hail does a lot more damage than I had realised….
- Even though I am further away from a lot of the goals I had over the last couple of years, I feel like I am simplifying and making way for other goals which somehow now seem more significant, even though they wouldn’t have previously made the cut… I think this is another sign that maybe I have just started growing up.
Thanks 30, you have certainly been another challenging year, but you have also brought a lot of joy and wonder, lets hope 31 is just as joyful, but less dramatic… I feel like my 30s could be my best years yet.
Oh Man I love Easter… for so many reasons… including the family time and holidays that come with it. We spent the long weekend down at Inverloch which is always a great way to spend a long weekend… seriously how can you go wrong? We did lots of nothing and just got to hang out together, which is it’s own kind of magic.
This week we have also quickly embraced life with Daddy home. I used to hate the school holidays, mostly because I was jealous that I still had to work… but now they are the best, Dave is home… which means there is company and help, a pretty neat combo.
We ordered all of the things that we need for our laundry reno from Ikea… its so close now I can almost taste it and I am so excited.
On Friday we got to hang out with Auntie Ness, she is the best! And yesterday… I crossed something off my list and I am still not quite sure how I feel about it… but yesterday I crossed no. 64 off the list… I wore a real bra… as in not a maternity bra… it even had underwire… I know, outrageous.
So there you go… week 14…
Oh and I almost forgot… Sunday was the 1st of April which means Isaac is 8months old… he is tough, funny and super stubborn and these new little giggles are just the greatest!
You know a week is going to be good when it starts with Brady Bunch Dinner and ends with a public holiday and a trip to the beach! That, my friends, is how to week!
This week we have spent a lot of time with family… Starting with Dinner at Dad and Naz’s with all the siblings, partners and bonus siblings… just like the Brady Bunch… hence Brady Bunch Dinner. We had a visit from Nanna to deliver the cutest mustard cardigan you have ever seen and ended with Good Friday Lunch with Dave’s Dad, Sister and Brother-in-law.
We also got the best milestone every… our first giggles… and I tell you there is not much I wouldn’t do to hear more of Isaac’s little chuckle.
This week also sees the end of March… but not quite the beginning of April… so you just the month worth of pictures… but you’ll have to wait until next week to see Isaac tick over another month milestone…
On Thursday I also ordered my first box of ‘Who gives a crap’ toilet paper… This year I have been thinking a little more about the things that I buy and the waste they make… so in addition to my Thankyou nappies and wipes which we love and which help mothers in less fortunate countries… I have decided that it’s time to give some recycled toilet paper that helps build toilets a go… so hopefully they will arrive next week… I’ll let you know how we go!
Oh and seeing as it’s today… Happy Easter… at the George’s we are very glad that Jesus is risen…
Long weekends are great! I am pretty sure that everyone already knows that… but I think it is worth repeating. This week started they way the last one ended… down at Inverloch for the long weekend… It was a pretty quite week as far as the George household goes but there were a couple of highlights worth mentioning… but I thought for something different I would just use some pictures…
Here is our last two days in Inverloch…
The middle of our week…
And the most beautiful part of our week, Claire and Dan’s wedding…
Good job week 11
Week 10 has been MASSIVE… listing, family fun, MASSIVE…
On Sunday Dave, Isaac and I participated in our first fun run for the year (no. 38 on the list), the Monash Children’s Hospital walk at Jells Park and for some unknown reason I decided we should sign up for the 10km… which is much further than I have walked for over a year and a bit… I think I when we were signing up, I had had grand plans of a glorious Parkrun return that would have been in full swing weeks before and that if we were going to do a fun run we should push ourselves… so 10km it had to be. We made it, just… I might have been a bit slow for the rest of the week, but we made it… and Isaac was pretty proud of himself. It was also nice to give back to the hospital that has given us so much.
We also finished the week with more things being crossed of the list, we are currently down at Inverloch for the long weekend with the Salvo Big Band for the Inverloch Jazz Festival and being in Inverloch is no. 9 on the list and I touched the ocean (no. 95) when we took Isaac down to the beach for the first time. In fact I even went for a swim. I am not sure Isaac loved it, but he didn’t hate it… which I think for a babies first trip to the beach is a win. It also crossed no. 19 of Isaac’s List.
Between our listing expeditions on the weekends we spent a lot of time back the hospital for follow up appointments, physios, respitatory teams, and neonatologists. We also went back to the Maternal Child Health Nurse. We also had lunch with Grandma Meg which is also fun.
Oh and last week we reached the magic time in parenthood when Isaac started sleeping through the night (no. 15 on his list)… but in fear of jinxing it I kept it to this week to tell you all… it’s magic.
Let me tell you about week 9… just like all of the other weeks this year week 9 was a busy one. We started with a Teddy Bear’s picnic at Rippon Lea estate, where I got to sing a couple of numbers with the Salvo Big Band and Isaac and I got to brunch with Annie and then hang out with Auntie Ness and Grandad while Daddy played the rest of the charts. I also got to dress Isaac up in all his teddy bear themed clothes and he looked super cute.
This week actually had a lot of catch ups over food… we had dinner with Anna and Jed, Morning Tea with Hollie and Smith, and lunch with Nana and Great Auntie Lorraine.
We also did some boring tasks for future fun things… we applied for a passport for Isaac and I got my renewed… now were are all set to go on an adventure… hopefully soon…
Incredibly week 9 also brings us to the end of Feb… which seems ridiculous, but it is true… but just in case you missed a bit, here is what our month of Feb looked like in photos…
Finishing Feb also meant I was able to cross no. 21 off the list ‘Go without games on my phone for at least 2 months’ which was much harder than I care to admit… but has been good for my brain, and an important reminder that my time is precious and that I get to choose how I use it… but that if I am really honest with myself, as much as I love a good game on my phone, there are lots of better things I can do with my time.
Oh and… Isaac is now 7 moths old… and a total spunk! At 7 months he still loves to smile and is quite the crowd pleaser when we go out. He has also discovered that his hands are delicious. He loves a compliment and still thinks that splashing Daddy during bath time is the best thing ever. We are still slowly weaning down off his Oxygen and he is mastering his hip brace, in fact he has the best cowboy stance I have ever seen! Isaac you are a superstar!
And just like that these blogs have gotten left behind, but not so far that I can’t catch up… not yet anyway. I should have know this would happen when I was so smug about getting week 7’s blog out on time… pride will always make you fall…
Week 8 was a mixture of the mundane and exciting… although that’s probably a silly thing to say because most weeks are I guess… anyway… I had a cold for the first few days of this week which really sucks when you have to try not give it to your occasionally respiratory challenged son, plus you know regular mum things like still having to feed, change and entertain the baby when all you really want to do is curl up in bed and watch Netflix… apparently that part of my life is over. Which is a bit of a rude shock given that I got most acclimatised to it while I was pregnant… Anyway it ended with us both at the doctors… me hoping it was something that wasn’t contagious and could be treated and Isaac because he was overdue for his 6month immunizations. Which he took like a flipping champion at the time and then allowed me to learn the benefits of baby Panadol later.
On Tuesday we learned the fate of the blue car… unfortunately it cannot be repaired (which was number 34 on the list)… well it could but according to the insurance company it isn’t worth it… it is what they call a total loss cosmetic damage thanks to the hail storm we got stuck in, in December. But all was not lost… instead of having to get a new car now, which we can’t really afford, we were able to keep the car and insure it… we just have to drive around with it a little… well actually a lot dented. So even though it isn’t getting repaired I am still crossing no. 34 off the list as this chapter in the tale of the blue kia is now finished.
I embraced my inner home cook and puree’d up a storm ready for some more solids… well puree fun with Isaac (no. 80).
Isaac and I also got to hang out with my grandparents, his great grandparents, which was so lovely. It is something that I know I need to do more, because I am so blessed to have them in my life… plus they are pretty great examples of how to get through adult life well.
And we finished the week well again with a winner Saturday… we started with Parkrun at Westerfold’s celebrating our friend Bram’s 200th run… Dave ran with Bram, while Isaac and I walked with Rachel and Grandma Meg… who is a super grandma for pushing the pram complete with oxygen canister up the hill… what a huge effort. And then Isaac and I brunched with Rachel and heard all about her new house, we liked her country house, but we like having her closer to us even more because we like her a lot!
So there you go… week 8 better late then never.
You won’t believe this, but I might actually get week 7’s blog out on time… it only finished yesterday, which means I am actually sitting down to write it on time… Isaac is mastering his new skill of hitting the toys hanging above his play-mat… and I am typing! What is this life?
Ok so week 7 started in a panic… last Sunday night our power went out for the first time since we brought Isaac home… which meant no oxygen concentrator for him and the freezers containing all the liquid gold breastmilk were slowly warming up… I wasn’t super fussed about the oxygen because we had tanks Isaac could use to sleep, but the idea of just going to bed not knowing if the breastmilk would survive the night was certainly anxiety inducing. For a while I just sat on the couch in the dark with Isaac thinking about all the time I would have wasted if we lost that milk… all the things I could have done instead… all the anxiety about washing them well enough for his tiny little body… all the water we would have wasted washing the darn things… and the reality of the fact that my supply was slowing, so there was no way I could replace it, even if I really really wanted to. So much of my life has been expressing milk during the last 6 months… not just a little bit… but hours of my day… so after some panicked tears I rang my dad, woke him up, and asked for some freezer space… because even though my quick google search told me the freezer would be fine until morning, I couldn’t fathom risking it. Thankfully, dad was very gracious and understood my desperation… even if it was a little irrational, and just told us to come on over… on the way to his place we realised we had access to a bigger freezer at our church… but when we got there to unload it all for the night, we learned that our power was back on… so we just turned around and went home with it… A lot of panic for nothing in the end… but it made for an eventful start to the week.
The rest of the week turned out to be the week of the Grandma’s and air tests… it started with a lunch date with Grandma Meg on Monday and Finished with Nana Shirl coming to story time with my sister in law and nephew… oh and we had brunch with Auntie Grace on Tuesday and dinner with Auntie Ness on Wednesday between school and Dave’s Music Interest Night… Isaac and I stayed to take some pictures and then checked out the Eastlink track on a little walk.
This week we also marked some pretty massive milestones… Isaac tried some food for the first time, which is very exciting… although I feel like I had just got the hang of milk feeds… but I guess that’s the reality of parenting… as soon as you get comfortable they change the rules. And… (here is where the air tests come in) we got the ok to stop using the oxygen at night as well… Isaac had two tests in room air (just good old regular air) overnight, one Monday and then a follow up test on Wednesday just to confirm the results. The initial results from Monday were great, so we are good to live oxygen free, unless they see something in the test from Wednesday that makes them change their mind… but so far so good and we haven’t turned on the concentrator, or plugged in a tank since Wednesday… which is terrifying, but a huge moment for us… We aren’t living ‘oxygen free’ just yet, as I still feel the need for a safety canister when we go out, his room still has a supply of tanks and the living room is still home of the giant concentrator… but we are getting much closer. I think once they have collected all the oxygen equipment I will really believe we are done with it and that he can actually do it all by himself.
This is the first week all year that we haven’t crossed anything off the list… but that’s ok… we have been spending a lot of time watching the Winter Olympics instead… which are flipping amazing… I think I have decided that I enjoy them even more than the Summer Olympics and I think it is just the risk of death or injury that sucks me in… These athletes are so incredibly brace… maybe a little nuts… but incredible all the same. Isaac seems to like them too.
So there you go… week 7 was pretty big even without the list.