Got some fabulous news today! Was on Sammycam with Mum and Dad when they could no longer contain themselves and told me that they will be in Atlanta next Saturday! I couldn’t believe it and thought they were teasing me, but no, they will be coming to see Sam and visiting for a week. Wooo!!!
I had tears streaming down my face I was so happy and excited at the news.
What rotters they are. Apparently this has been booked since just after Christmas and they’ve been keeping it a secret since then. Even Melly and Simon have known! They were considering just turning up on our doorstep next weekend but their secret would no longer keep. Can’t wait to see them and to introduce then to Samuel, being so far apart is excruciating.
Although, this week I did discover that there is one good thing about having family spread out all over the globe…
The other night I had a disastrous time. It was the middle of the night and once more Sam wouldn’t sleep. Bill had only just gone to bed and had to wake up for work in a mere handful of hours so I was trying to deal with Sam.
I’d taken him into the office and put him in his swing, that usually settles him down. That didn’t happen tonight though. Instead he cried and cried and cried some more. I picked him up again and realised that he’d had a pee and soaked through his clothes and blanket.
When I went to change his nappy Sam let out an explosive poop, followed by a fountain of more pee pee. It went everywhere. His babygro was covered. His receiving blanket was covered. The changing table was covered. My jammies were covered. He wriggled and squirmed and even got it in his hair and between his toes. Clearly it was bath time for Sam. Great.
Trying not to drip toxic yellow pulpy poop I scooped him up and headed to the kitchen. Rats! All the surfaces were cluttered. Juggling Sam, with one hand I managed to tidy the kitchen and pull his bath stuff together.
I threw his towels into the tumble dryer so they would warm and be cosy for him and proceeded to run him a bath. This didn’t go so well as I hadn’t realised the bath didn’t fit the sink very well and while trying to hold a squirming Sam and check the temperature, I knocked the tub, managing to empty out all the water and flood the kitchen. I threw some towels onto the mess and battled on.
Half asleep I then managed to create a second flood when I happened to momentarily forget about water displacement and lowered Sam into the bath causing massive overflow. Oops?
Sam then took the opportunity to potty again and I had to start over. All this time he was screaming and screaming, and Bill slept. How?
Eventually I had a clean Sam and he had calmed down when wrapped up snugly in warm towels. I, however, was a complete mess. I was still covered in poop, my boobs had been leaking milk throughout and I was drenched in that as well as bath water. I was clutching Sam, trying to comfort him and keep him well away from me at the same time. Nightmare.
Looking around I had nowhere to safely put Sam. Couldn’t put him back in the bedroom because that would disturb Bill, his changing table (with safety strap) was a mess, his swing seat was still wet from earlier and I also didn’t want to drip through the house anyway. In desperation I grabbed some more towels from the laundry and made him a nest on the floor while I sorted myself out some clean jammies. Thankfully both dogs were snoozing and paid him no heed.
It was now 5 am and Sam was still wide awake and grizzling, and I was getting frustrated. Now, I imagine that most people would be stuck going out of their mind all on their own at this point. Not I. I called Mel and Sy in Australia. Our five in the morning was their early evening and I was able to have a lovely chat and a gossip.
Everything was much better after that. I miss my scattered family and it’s not often that I’m thankful for relatives in awkward time zones, but that night I was so glad I had someone to call and laugh with. Hooray for Melly and Sy!
Pip ray! Pip ray! Pip ray!
Eventually I think the sound of my talking actually soothed the little monster to sleep and I was able to put him back in his cot and crawl back into bed myself.