Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Things' Ive learnt

Okay, so the newbie is here. I had a fantastic homebirth that apart from hurting like hell as one would expect when your vagina is evicting something that is 8 pound 12 oz went fantastic.
I can't wait to do it again. Yes I am crazy and slighty insane. I never proclaimed to have an ounce of sanity, so anyone who assumed otherwise has been duped!
Things I have learnt from being a Mother of 3
-Everyone wants something at once
-As soon as you sit down someone will want something.
-Don't assume that babies will just suck on your nipple, the will suck on any part of the boob they can get their devil mouths around.
- The house still doesn't clean itself.
-You can never get enough sleep.
-Don't agree to the nearly 5 year old before fully understanding what you are agreeing to.
-Don't send the 5 year old off in angst because you are sick of the dobbing. She is usually telling you something vital that devil spawn 2.5 year old is doing that he shouldn't be.
-Reasoning with a 2.5 year old doesn't get any easier when you are sitting on the couch with your boos out.
-Yelling doesn't work either.
-Sleep, whilst vital is totally avoidable (not by choice) when you throw another child in the mix.
-As soon as you sit down, the mobile will beep or the home phone will ring.
-Going off AD's whe you've just had a newborn baby is not the best idea. Throw in an hour long phonecall with Telstra, and it's bound to end in tears.
-The definition of multi tasking does not include sitting at the computer typing this diary entry, whilst the veggies get the fuck boiled out of them. ( FTR, the veggies were inedible, and the pots seen better days)

And last but not least
-Alcohol and breastfeeding SHOULD be more compatible, to combat days like today. *sigh*

1 comment:

TheThingsIdTellYou said...

Wow Amber. You are a brave woman. I agree about the alcohol. Take the home phone off the hook. Ignore the beeping mobile.

Listen to the 5 year old (I have one too, and last time I sent him away, ther was blood!) and stop reasoning with the 2.5 year old.

Sleep. Or, you know. not.

THinking of you. So happy to see you blogging again. Missed you. :)