“Come on Mummy, play in nand” is what Sam tells me as he insistently grabs my arms, wrestles me from my uncomfortable perch on the sofa and drags me out the front door towards his diggers and the sand pit.
“Wake up Mummy” is another repeated refrain from Sam’s lips as I struggle to keep my eyes open and run out of energy. This one I feel bad about as it upsets me that I’m so tired that Sam is having to say it to give me a prod to pay attention to him. It’s all Bea’s fault. At least, it’s her fault that yet again it’s the middle of the night and I am up wide awake being pummeled mercilessly from the inside. Her fault that I am struggling to function during the day when my little wide awake Sam needs his mummy to be bright eyed and ready for action. Three more weeks and then I get to meet the little minx.
This week’s visit to the doctor was a bit of a bummer. I tested positive for group B strep and have been told that I need to get to the hospital as soon as labour starts so I can be given antibiotics IV. I’m supposed to have had this treatment at least four hours before delivering Bea. At the time I didn’t register to ask the doctor any questions as Sam had fallen backwards onto the foot of the doctor’s examining table and cut his back. He was wailing and the doctor checked him out too and applied antisceptic and a plaster. When I got home I was able to do some research and got a bit freaked out by what I was reading regarding the potential effects of group B infection on a newborn. Coupled with the fact that Sam’s delivery was so speedy I was quite upset about this development as if Bea is as eager to meet us as Sam was there is no way I will make that four hour window. Having exchanged emails with my mummy group I’ve now since calmed down somewhat as I’m in good company with the testing positive. Bill has also suggested he comes home to look after Sam for my next surgery visit so I can have a clear head and talk through my worries properly with the doctor.
Other than that everything is just great with little Bea. Sam insisted on being weighed first and the nurse obliged. He is now up to 28lbs (good to know as I just had to go buy him some new clothes so I hope what I got will fit) and when the little pest finally let me step onto the scales I weighed in at a tremendous 163 lbs. Blood pressure and everything else was just fine.
Sam starts preschool on Monday and so we’ve been gearing up for that here at Braeburn Circle. Bill and I have both now attended parent’s meetings and we’ve already completed our obligatory work day at the school. That was a week ago last Saturday and while Bill was set to work inside I was tasked as child minder and played with the toddlers in the playground and watched over them while their parents overhauled the classrooms.
Bill and I then spruced up our own place in preparation for Sam’s teachers to visit. They came over a couple of days ago to meet Sam and let him get familiar with them. Bill was wonderful and did a lot of fixing and tidying so that when they came over I just had to pick up a little bit because the house was in a decent shape.
Today Sam and I went into the preschool for an hour to get him familiar with his new classmates and the room. He had a fabulous time and somehow managed to get into everything while he was there. He played with the trainset and dollhouse, read books, painted, terrorised the goldfish and played with musical instruments. He became engrossed with some plastic beakers and the toddler sized sink. He filled each cup up with water and then carried it over to the table where he would take a sip, declare the colour of the cup and then put them in a row and count them. He surprised me by being able to count to 8. At that point I decided that was enough and he had enough beakers of water and I got him to count them back into the sink again. He also made me very proud by going to the potty twice (all that water he then drank) while we were there and not having any accidents.
I’m really excited for Sam, he’s going to have such a good time at school, I just know it. I saw his little cubby with his name on it today and it just made me squeal inside. He also has a portfolio folder to create a record of school work. I had my own homework task to decorate this for him and we spent a couple of nice afternoons cutting and pasting some collages for the cover. We made a collage using photos of his family: Mummy and Daddy, Quincy, Granma and Granpa and Nanna and Dandad are all present and smiling with him on the front cover. The back cover is a painting of a snake that Sam did and then decorated with shiny sequins. We also added lots of fingerprint ladybirds as he is in the ladybird(bug) class. We had fun.
Oh gosh, I need some sleep. I have such a long list of things I really want to have done before Bea gets here. Top of my list must be to write thank you letters for all the wonderful gifts Bea has received. I’ve been slack on getting around to that. Problem is when Sam is awake there’s no chance of me being able to do it, and when he is asleep I’m exhausted and trying to get some rest myself. I had a wonderful baby shower thrown for me when we got back from Florida though. The mummy posse ladies took me to The Melting Pot for a sumptious fondue dining experience. I gorged on delicious cheese fondue, followed by chocolate fondue, and then was presented with an array of fantastic presents for little Bea. It was a really super evening and I’m so glad to have found such nice friends. I was really hoping to make some more personalised creative thank you notes, but might have to settle for just buying some cards unless I get my act together soon. Aargh!
We’ve also received a few gifts from overseas. Thank you so much Aunty Dee and Uncle Richard, and Melly and Sy! Bea is one lucky little girl who has just been saved from having to wear all of her brother’s hand me down clothes!
Ok, Bea has settled back down for a bit, must try to get to sleep now before she starts up again! Goodnight!