Thursday, July 28, 2011
Family in progress
Our visit to the BVC (child caring institute, weight, vaccination ... etc) the other day proved to be quite a task without the knowledge of how much that needs to be taken care of BEFORE you can even enter the car.
Imagine the situation: we had an appointment at 13:00. At 12:00 I asked M if I should prepare some fish gratin in the oven, so I did. And in the meantime little A was sleeping comfortably in his very cute bed, all satisfied. At 12:20 I woke him up and had planned to dress him and me - and then leave shortly after. That is until we noticed that he was madly hungry after his nap and so I needed to breastfeed him for at least 10 minutes making it 12:30. After that quite stressed breastfeeding he pooped of course and I needed to take all his clothes off again and change the diaper. Suddenly the oven alarm went off, the fish gratin was ready a while ago but I forgot about it. We realised that lunch needed to wait else we would miss the appointment. I took a nutrition drink from the pharmacy (can higly recommend them, I also take a few during night when breast feeding sessions otherwise I get all hungry). So M took the car seat (12.40) down to the car and put it in place when I realised that it would be impossible to sit on that hard car seat (wounds "down there" from the birth still painful) and M needed to run up to the flat (12.50) and get me a soft pillow for my sad bump. We got him in the car seat, a little irritation flooded of course because we haven't got into the habit quite yet and then M drove to the BVC. I realised we were already late (13.05) and jumped off in front of the BVC and took little A up in my bare arms, while M tried to find a parking space. I told him five times "Don't forget to take my Prada handbag, I have the journals and my wallet inside" and he said "No, I wont" five times.
Well, up at the BVC finally, little A needed some breastfeeding again (13.10), so there was nothing else to do than to calmly give him his food and wait. M came up, off course forgetting all about the handbag, and then the examination started.
The good thing is that 1. you live and you learn, 2. you realise that very much needs to be planned, 3. everything takes more time than what you think, 4. love, calmness and to be kind towards eachother (parents) is always the best way of dealing with most things around a newborn.
Little A was perfect, he has put on some weight and is healthy like a nut cracker. And M and I learned a LOT that day.
When I came home, I saw myself in the mirrow and realised I had worn the same top that I slept in that night. Well. Life with a newborn ...
(on the pic: dress: Diane von Furstenberg & snake flats: Pretty ballerinas)