Just got home from our weekend of parties, too tired to even look at the camera – so here are some preliminary (and gorgeous) pics from our darling Fiona.
At 2:18pm last year, you changed my life forever. It’s been a wild ride, and at times I have questioned the sanity of choosing to go through it all, but you’re totally worth it.
You rock my world little guy, and I hope you don’t hate me one day for the outfit I am planning to dress you in today.
I haven’t turned on the news this morning, but the world seems a very scary place right now.
Yesterday Emily, Clare, Mark and I were having dinner discussing threat and danger, and how threat perception becomes a different thing when you are a parent, our protective instincts drive us to irrational thoughts and sometimes actions. Now that the media brings the rest of the world into our living rooms, it becomes harder and harder to dismiss threats, real or imagined, when most of us can recall an incident of something nasty happening somewhere around the world. It is VERY unlikely that a child will be abducted from the streets, and very few of us will actually know a family that this has happened to – and yet we all fear it.
Luckily, no-one we know is stuck in Mumbai or Bangkok, and I hope all the people that were involved in the horror smash we saw on the Harbour Bridge last night are safe and recovering well.
And I hope that despite all the trauma in the world, we can continue to embrace the joy and love, rather than the fear and hatred.
One more day of racing around preparing for the infant birthday of the century (for me at least!), and I’ll be very glad to relax and celebrate a year of life with Inigo.
OK, this happened weeks ago, but hey, I’ve been busy.
Everybody looked awesome, but these two would have got my vote if there was a competition.
Jemima and Big Ted
The Wicked Witch of the Westie, Nearly Headless Nick
The Absinthe Fairy
Bristol Palin & Levi Johnson
The food was AWESOME. Must remember to get the baked beans recipe from Kris.
According to a new study, referred to in this Washington Post article, breastfeeding has a positive influence on children’s behaviour, and it could be cumulative.
I know a few kids that were “full term” breast-fed that could challenge that theory – but maybe they might have been worse on formula 😉
And in other news, I also found an article that talks about PTSD in women after a traumatic birth experience.
I’m clearly doing much better now, but I think that PTSD (or something similar) is a much more fitting way of describing how I’ve been feeling for most of the last year than PND.
A dear friend had her 6 week checkup (something every woman has with a GP, 6 weeks after birth), and when her doctor asked how she felt, she said “it was awful, and I feel traumatised”. The doctor said “hmm”, and carried on with the exam. Take that sentence, and say it to a doctor in any other context, and I’d be stunned if there wasn’t some sort of medical follow up, at the very least a suggestion that the patient might want to talk to a mental health professional. But this doctor didn’t, maybe because it’s expected that women will be traumatised by their birth experience.
And that’s not OK. I wish I knew what to do about it.
2 X-Rays, no rock.
a) I am delusional, there was no rock (I’m pretty certain there was a rock, despite my delusions), or
b) The rock has “passed” (pretty sure that I would have noticed), or
c) The rock wasn’t visible to the machine. It was quartz, apparently it happens.
Anyway, kid is full of the joys of spring, so its very unlikely that there is any harm done. Yet.
But you still can’t get married.
Last night the senate “abolished same sex discrimination”, and “extended the meaning of de-facto to include same-sex relationships”.
Unfortunately, they still don’t understand the meaning of the word “equal” when it applies to GLBTI.