I had a great time over the Easter holidays with my two little angels and I’m going to miss the help of Sarah when she goes back to work next week.
It’s been the longest break we have had together since we had children, we even got to go out alone together too – a time which is savoured. One of our favourite things is to get all our best snacks and cuddle up together on the sofa and watch the latest TV series on Netflix. (My Internet was down for a couple days this week and I swear I was getting Netflix withdrawals.)
Ruby had a school day trip to London this week, which I was fine about, but Poppy kept crying. Once I waved Ruby off and asked Poppy why she was so upset It turned out that Ruby had told Poppy that she was going away for ten days and that Daddy would have a big beard by the time she returned home!
On a different subject I have been talking to some friends lately who have recently become parents in the last year or so, and their stories are amazing. Two of the parents were original told they would never have children and our thoughts and prayers were with them everyday, but now I see them with their little one’s and I couldn’t be happier for them. It’s very inspiring to witness people that are close to you never giving up on what they believe in, no matter how hard the journey. They were sharing the familiar stories of sleepless nights, smelly bums and the difficulties of breast-feeding (which I am so happy men don’t have to do.)
On the subject of breast-feeding, I can remember when Sarah was feeding and the nights we would sit up in bed together, the wife with a magazine in the left hand and me a breast pump in the right! I would be pumping away as if my life depended on it, trying to release pressure that was very painful for Sarah. We often joked at this and I would call her Daisy for those months as Sarah was like a cow on a milking machine. There were times when we would go out and Sarah would put two breast pads in each side and milk would still find a way through. (But like always we got through it together.)
I can remember a funny nappy story too. When I volunteered to change Ruby I had no idea it would be one of the worst nappies in the history of man. Oh… I can still smell it to this day! Imagine gone-off Indian food topped up with Limburger cheese. I had little to no experience of this and was still learning the front to back wipe (instead of the back to front which I did on a number of occasions before). I managed to get both feet in the air with one hand (a skill of which I am very proud of to this day) and wipe frantically with around half a packet of wipes. Fresh cream on – check. Fresh nappy on – check. Buttons all done up – check. Job done and with a smile from ear to ear I picked Ruby up, turned her round to show the wife my little masterpiece, and I was met with huge laughs. I forgot to check Ruby’s back and there was poo all the way up to the back of her neck. It’s funny how we can reminisce about these stories with laughter and great fondness, but at the time it was a very different story indeed!
I’m so glad Poppy is out of nappies now as throughout this week she has eaten nothing but smoked mackerel and chicken korma! Let’s just say I’m a little relieved right now.
Sarah has taken the girls out for a little while so I can write this article – isn’t she good?! – and I just want to say a huge thank you for your continued support and encouragement over the last ten months. It isn’t easy for me to write my experiences down, it is something that I struggle with greatly, but I do enjoy it too.
Please feel free to share some of your own parenting disasters or successes in the comments below. I would love to read about them.
Until next time………