Alive and Well
After this much time you must be wondering, however my boy and I are alive and well. I had my mum visiting for a month and have been recovering from it since she left. And now for some reason the internet isn’t working at home, so I have to either compose things with my thumb on my phone or steal the internet from cafes – as I am now.
My boy is over 6 months old. I don’t know how. He’s a darling. He chatters. He kicks. He loves standing (with assistance – he’s pretty good at it but looses concentration). He LOVES bouncing. He’s a winter baby and HATES heat. Right now it’s a summer day in Hobart. I’m parked near the wharves, my son is asleep in his car seat, my husband has delivered a coffee to me, and Weird Al is playing. Life isn’t bad.
I’m exhausted. I miss my newborn. I’m still pumping exclusively. I check on my son’s breathing three times a night. But despite my greatest fears my boy is alive and well and to be honest I’m not a bad mum.