Bill’s still on paternity leave this week and it’s wonderful. I ended up being awake most of last night as Bea didn’t want to settle and would cry every time I tried to place her back in her cot. I think she just wanted cuddles as feeding and nappy changes didn’t seem to help much. I’m so glad Bill is around in the day at the moment because else I think I would be really exhausted and tearing my hair out right now.
I’m currently still sleeping on the futon in the office so I can be next to Bea while Bill is in our bed getting an uninterrupted night’s sleep. I’m really missing being in the same room as hubby, but it is working out because as least one of us is getting sleep at night at the moment. Bill is then able to look after Sam and I can concentrate on Bea. This morning Bill took Sam out to the park to kick his Thomas ball around while I managed to catch up on sleep in between Bea feedings. It’s frustrating because I ended up sleeping away the morning when I really wanted to spend time with Bill and Sam myself, and get out of the house for a bit, but nice in that I did get some rest.
Of course, right now I have both Sam and Bea awake. I’d just fed Bea and was settling back down myself when Sam started to cry. Not sure what the matter with him is but he calmed down after getting lots of cuddles and he has now gathered up all his toys and is sat on his potty clutching them. I’m giving him a little privacy (fingers crossed he doesn’t make a mess!) and hopefully when I check back in again in a bit he’ll be ready to go back to bed again.
Bea and I have only managed to leave the house on a couple of occasions so far and so I’m getting a bit of cabin fever right now. I’m determined that tomorrow we’ll get our act together and do something better than sit at home being a feeding machine all day. Hope I get some sleep soon so I’m more functional.
Bill and I took her to the doctor’s a week ago for her first visit with the pediatrician. I was on doctor’s orders not to drive so Bill had to taxi us and so Sam had to come with us. It felt like we had quite a long wait in the doctor’s office and Sam soon got fractious and bored. He was being pretty good really but was quite the handful and keeping him entertained while trying to see to Bea at the same time was a task. It got a little overwhelming for us and after Bill told Sam for the hundredth time not to root around in the doctor’s cupboards he tried to put Sam in time out for a minute by standing him in the corner. Sam then got very upset and promptly peed in his pants and all over the doctor’s floor. Great. Bill was convinced Sam did it on purpose to get a rise but I think it was sort of my fault. Moments earlier he had indicated that he’d needed to go potty but I was busy feeding Bea, and also assumed he was just messing with us because he’d last gone to the loo just before we’d left the house and I decided he should last longer than that. Won’t make that mistake again. Sorry Sam. Either way, we both agreed he was a pest though.
Dr Sells examined Bea thoroughly and declared her perfect. Hooray! She weighed in at 6lbs 15oz. Her healthy appetite had already regained her her birth weight and so the doctor was very happy with her. Next visit to the quack will be on Friday afternoon for Bea’s two week check up. Hopefully Bill and I will manage to make that one a much less frazzled and stressful experience.
The next day we had to attend a committee meeting as part of our preschool obligations. This involved meeting at a local coffee shop and once more we had no option but to bring Sam and Bea along too. One of the other parents made the mistake of offering Sam a bite of her cake and soon found the entire slice devoured and turned into a slew of crumbs spreading around the vicinity. It did a good job of distracting him for a while but eventually I decided it would be best to leave Bea with Daddy and walk him down to the nearby playground and let him have a run around. It was refreshing to be alone with my son again and we had a very good time chasing around the playground. Sam got to borrow someone’s football and we had a kick around for a bit before he decided to play on the swings and slide. It was also really nice to be able to keep up with him again. No more huge belly and tired tree trunk legs getting in the way! (well, the legs are still chunky, but they just don’t feel like dead weights anymore!)
This playground also has a couple of those spinning tea-cups like the one in this picture of Sam at Christmas when we went to Dorset. Amazing how much my boy has grown since then.
On Saturday afternoon Bill and I took the kids out to the East Atlanta Strut to see the parade. Sam sat on Daddy’s shoulders and gave a muttered running commentary as the crazily dressed people and floats passed by. Bea decided it was feeding time just as the parade started so I had to hang back, give her milky milky and thus missed out on most of the entertainment myself. I then adjourned to Joe’s for a frozen coffee so I could finish feeding Miss Bea in comfort while Sam and Bill went to visit the goldfish in the pond outside. We all then had a nice stroll up and down the cordoned off high street investigating the lines of craft stalls. It felt very good to be out as a family, all four of us.
OK, Sam is now back in bed and settled down with Bagpuss and Spotty Dog, but of course Bea is now back up again and needing attention. Poor little girl is hiccuping away and getting distressed. Bill is fast asleep and snoozing through the mayhem, lucky him!