Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Last night, Chanbe slept through. And I don't mean the technical version of sleeping through which is a 5 hour block. I mean, he didn't wake up. But I did. He went to sleep around 8:30pm and was a bit restless, so I assumed we were in for another usual night of waking up every 2 hours. I crashed around 11pm thinking that he'd be waking up any minute now, just as I get to sleep he'll wake up.
I woke up and wondered why I hadn't been woken up by my son's crying and I looked at the clock. 3am. Wha????? I lay there for a good 5 minutes, excited by this victory, and I didn't even worry (that much) that there was something wrong. But there was something wrong. With me. Because I'm still feeding Chanbe all through the night, and I hadn't fed him for almost 7 hours (count it people!!!! I wish I'd gone to bed at 8:30 too....) I was full. And in quite a bit of pain. I spent the next 20 minutes looking for my manual breast pump to ease the pain and discomfort. By this stage Hubs had woken up and was trying to get back to sleep while I was fretting around.
He said I had 2 options. Firstly, I could set up the electric pump and use that, (tooooo haaaaarrrd) or I could go and give Chanbe a dream feed (but but but what if he wakes up????) I chose the second option and was in and out in 5 minutes with him barely stirring. He did his job well, and apart from me knocking something over on the way out and almost waking him up, it went very well indeed. It was 3:45am by then. I could go back to sleep!!!
Except I couldn't. I know that this is more Alanis Morissette irony than actual irony, but there I was, with a baby who was sleeping through the night for the first time in months and months, and I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing. I worked out that I had left my breast pump at my friend's house in Wang, and thought about my sleeping baby. Would this happen again? Was I finally past the 2-hourly wake-ups? The last time I looked at the clock it was 4:30 so I figure I got to sleep some time before 5.
Chanbe woke up for good at 6:15 and after some play time in bed, Hubs took him for a walk so I could get some more sleep. I wonder what tonight will bring!?
Friday, October 28, 2011
I've taken a bit of a step back from my blogging lately. This hasn't been an entirely intentional decision on my part. I just haven't been feeling it. A few times I've thought "I could blog about that" but nothing has come of it. So I decided to read some new blogs, to get some inspiration; to get the creative juices flowing again. Trouble is, the more blogs I read, the less I felt like writing. I feel like it's all being said by other people, so why bother saying it myself? And then if I get an idea from someone else's blog, is that plagiarism? There are just SO many bloggers out there these days, particularly mummy bloggers, which I don't necessarily consider myself one of, but there are many.
My main purpose for this blog is to document our life in a non-facebook medium, so other people, mainly family and friends, can keep track of our adventures. I guess the more blogs I read, the more I felt a need to write things that people might find interesting. But what people? My intended audience are people who know us and want to know what we're up to. And even though I am by no means a competitive person, I felt pressure to "do better".
There is a lot going on in our lives at the moment, but it's mainly around back-and-forth travel between MB and Wang; something I'm already sick of, and I'm certainly sick of talking about it and how sick I am of it. I thought I had been coping with it okay, and all throughout October, I have been looking forward to being at home in MB for November. Cos that's what Hubs said would probably be the case. Turns out, The University of Melbourne's Faculty of Medicine, Rural Clinical School, hates us. Hubs has to travel back to Wang for 3 days a week for 3 weeks. When Hubs told me that news tonight, I almost lost my sh*t.
It's not his fault, I know that, but I was really really looking forward to some home time. To not having to pack a suitcase; to trying to teach Chanbe some good sleeping habits (like, you know, actually sleeping for more than 2-3 hours at a time) but this seems like a waste of time if we're just going to drag him back to Wang again for a few random nights here and there.
Wanna know some good news? (Pleeeeease Wifey!!!!!!!!!!) Hubs' Mum arrived today and she'll be with us til next Wednesday, and my parents arrive the same Wednesday and stay for 2 weeks. Which means? Extra sleep for Wifey. And of course, lovely, precious time for Chanbe to spend with his grandparents. It might also mean I'll be back on deck a bit with the ol' blogging.
I have some things to share, but I don't quite have the words as yet.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Guess who just joined the local gliding club? (I'll give you a hint: It wasn't me. Or Chanbe.)
Hubs went gliding last weekend with our good friends Nathan and Cal. And he got hooked. Real bad. Can you see why?
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
It may seem dramatic, but I'm officially writing-off the next 6 months. There is no normality in our lives; no consistency, no routine, no continuity. This may seem like an exciting way to live, but when you have an almost-11-month-old, it's not ideal. We're in Wang for most of October, in MB for most of November, going to Brisbane for December and January, and who knows what next year will bring. So instead of stressing about it, and trying to be normal in any way I can, I'm just going to fly by the seat of my pants and accept that this is our life right now.
I'm sitting here, at our friend's place in Wangaratta where we stay when we're here, listening out for Chanbe in case he wakes up, as he is on our bed instead of in his cot as he seems to have developed an aversion for his portacot, and my back just doesn't have anything left to be picking him up, putting him down (repeat repeat repeat), hoping he has a good sleep. He still doesn't sleep well, and there is nothing we can do while we are living this transient lifestyle: I've just got to go with it.
I'm devoting this time to catching up on my google reader, doing a bit of blogging, and reading trashy magazines that my friend buys. And hoping that this lifestyle we are leading won't impact too dramatically on our little guy.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
For a few months now, we have been teaching Chanbe how to "let go". Like when he grabs a fist full of my hair and gives it a big tug, if we say in a firm, but kind tone "let go", he usually does. And of course we follow that up with "good letting go!" to encourage this behaviour.
If only it were that easy for adults. There are so many things that I want to "let go", and I wish all it took was for my Mum or Dad or Hubs to say in a firm, but kind tone "let go". Things like memories of times I've been hurt, or harsh words that I have spoken to people in anger or frustration, or things. So many things in our house I wish I could just let go, but hold onto just in case I might need them one day. Is it the same with feelings? Do I hold on to them just in case I need them one day? In case I need to remember the hurt; to punish the person who wronged me, or to punish myself for what I've said?
With all our to-ing and fro-ing we've been doing lately, I wish I didn't have to bring so much stuff with us, but I bring so much "just in case." Yeuch. It's something else I'm working on. So much work to do, so many distractions...
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
While I was in Albury for the day a couple of weekends ago, Hubs took Chanbe for a play at the local park. They had such a great time, and Hubs took some great photos and video for me to see when I got home!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this much, but Hubs and I don't have a TV. We haven't had one since we moved to Melbourne over 3 years ago. Do I miss it? Sometimes. Would I watch it if we had one? All the time. Would it be quality TV? Probably not.
The only thing I really miss is watching the footy (or any sport for that matter), but every time I get the opportunity to watch tv, all I do is complain that there's nothing good on. You see, I hate reality tv shows, almost as much as I hate facebook, and when seemingly 80% of tv shows are "reality" (and I use the term VERY loosely, just as I would use the term "friends" on facebook) there doesn't seem much point in getting a telly.
- I end up watching crappy shows that I don't even really like and feel shame afterwards.
- I find myself planning my whole day around what's on TV. (Friends is on for an hour between 10-11am, so I try and get Chance down for his sleep before 10am or after 11am. Shocking.)
- I get annoyed when Chanbe wakes up and I'm in the middle of watching Master Renovator's Dinner Date Idol.
- Infomercials. Need I say more? Yes I need. I bought something I saw on an infomercial the other day, and I'm not proud of myself for doing so. I just get. Sucked. IN!! (I haven't told Hubs yet - I'll "surprise" him when it turns up! Woo!)
Since we're in Wang for the better part of the next month, I'm sure I'll be watching a lot of crappy tv. I just won't be able to help myself!!!