Monday 3 March 2014

Decisions, Decisions. I Don't Want Them!!

So we're into March now which means another month beginning with our incredible son, James, and another month closer to the wedding. The wedding for which there has been more or less nothing arranged since the first few days. I think it might now be time to start worrying.

There have been a few bumps in the road that have prevented the meticulous planning and the extremely admirable saving. One being that we are us and it is not in either of our personalities to be so careful or organised; our lives have also thrown huge curve balls in our way too, with my quitting university and a baby but I think the massive reason why nothing has really been done is decisions.

I'm not a chooser as such, I look at one option, like it, and go for it without considering the rest. Maybe this means I miss out on another path which could be better, personally I think all paths are ultimately the same, it's our interpretation that makes them good or bad. I was like this when it came to going to university, the first one I visited was the one I went for with no other university or course option and in a way it's the same with everything, I see the first one I like and I don't think about the rest.

Will is different though. He likes to look at all the options and pick 'the best one' (just a fancy way of saying the cheapest) so far the only real thing we have managed to do other than pick out the date (which I did the day he asked me to marry him) and  book the church and reception venue is change the later! His mum keeps mentioning bunting but right now it isn't a priority really and at this stage I think it should be. All I want is a nice, simple cheap wedding were everyone leaves feeling happy.

I don't want to pick a time! I don't want to make a decision on what colour dress my bridesmaids will wear and how I will wear my hair. I want to have the dress in my head there for me, not have to decide on which one is the closest to it. I really don't care about most of it to be honest, I just want to get married!!

Over the next few months I think I'll try and do a wedding-related blog fortnightly maybe I will finally pull my finger out and get the wedding organised. First step is getting Will to pull out my baptism certificate so I can get that sent off!


Monday 10 February 2014

The 'Is He/she a Good Baby?' Problem

Seven weeks ago my little boy came into the world via Caesarian section because the gorgeous monster was breech and I had pre-eclampsia. Since then, I have been settling into motherhood and discovering the annoying questions and advice people are always more than happy to ask and give, so much so I might do a post on which of these  are the most annoying. What this post is about, by far, is the most annoying phase to hear to date - most likely due to the frequency of which it is used.

"And is he a good baby?"

I mean, really? No, he's terrible; he always answers back, he'll stay out late, come home drunk and he constantly gets into fights.

The amount of times I have heard this question (and so badly wanted to answer as above) is beyond belief! And often the question is asked by seasoned parents too who you'd think would have experience enough to know it is a) a pointless question with no real answer and b) beyond irritating and monotonous to hear. How can a baby be bad?

Please understand, I'm not saying this because the first seven weeks have been easy, they have been far from it! My perfect little man spent the first few weeks screaming whenever he was put down so getting anything done was (and still is) incredibly hard to the point that if I manage to eat through the day  it's a big achievement. He has also had colic (cue hours of screaming), went to feeding every 2 hours through the night and every hour through the day during a growth spurt. Not to mention the number of nappies wasted by the tiniest bit of poo!

But do these things make him a bad baby? Do they make him a good baby? No, is my opinion on it. What they DO make him is a baby. A baby who feeds when he's hungry; a baby who seeks comfort when he needs it; and a baby who cries because he doesn't know how else to communicate.

He's a baby, he behaves how a baby - and more importantly, how he - should behave. And if that defines him as a good baby, then he is a good baby, but seeing as there isn't really, in my opinion such a thing as a 'bad' baby, how can a 'good' baby exist?