Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Eight Weeks Old.

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Now that life with a family of four is a little more settled and predictable, I can begin documenting Isla's babyhood. I have already watched her grow and develop at the speed of light...I know if I blink for too long it will be a distant memory. Stay young sweet girl?

Eight weeks old and eight weeks young. It is the most incredible thing watching your leaps in development and then seeing them reflected in your cries and sleep, it totally intrigues me. Around three weeks ago we watched as your perception widened, you were no longer just looking at us...you were really seeing us. Now, your tiny face lights up when you see a familiar one. Your eyes widen, your mouth opens and your arms and legs kick and squirm. When you get get really excited a soft 'Gah' escapes your mouth.

Your personality has started to shine, your remind me so very much of your Daddy. You are extra sensitive to a change in temperature and aren't afraid to let us know how much you dislike getting un-dressed. Unlike your older sister, who loved to have her limbs free to wriggle about, you adore being swaddled tightly and held. Lately when I have been cradling you to settle, you have been burying your face into my chest. You rub your little face backwards and forwards until you find a comfy spot with your nose and eyes tucked in safely. It is your most adorable habit by far.

A routine is still not something you are overly excited about. I can't predict your daytime naps (If you are to have any at all), which isn't always a bad thing, I love indulging in your snuggles. Sometimes when I hear your Dads car come home from work, I rush to put you down in the bassinet as you've dozed off mid feed and rather than put you down I soak up your sleepy goodness while I can. He worries that we may develop bad settling habits if I let you linger in my arms too long, but what's a mother-daughter relationship without a few secrets hey?

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I daydream of the day you are big enough to play with your sister and giggle alongside her. She is so excited by your presence and loves to 'share' all her toys with you. She showers you with kisses and cuddles. Last week in a brief moment of inattention, I returned my gaze to find her putting bracelets on your arms and pegs on your sleeves!

The last eight weeks have been challenging but beautiful. I look forward to us getting to know each other more and more and figuring out 'our ways'. Figuring out your favourite ways to lay, settle, play and sleep are all part of the fun of navigating these newborn days. There isn't a doubt in my mind that my heart has doubled in size since your arrival, there is a special space in there...just for you my little Isla Willow.

There's nothing more enjoyable than freezing memories with words and pictures. What special ways did you document your children's lives?
Plenty of love, 
winterlove blog natalie
P.S. These photographs are by the talented Tanya from TK's photography, taken at just 12 days old.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Fathers Day

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To the two most wonderful men in my life. You both share such similar characteristics; you are humble, talented, modest, genuine, hard-working and loving.

To my Dad, who raised two little girls single handedly for the most part; Thankyou. My memories are filled with sharing football festivities, DIY adventures in the shed, learning about astronomy and you teaching me to draw.

To my partner, I am grateful. Grateful for all that you do for our family, grateful that you have taken Stella on as if she were your own and grateful that you love our girls unconditionally. You give them all they could ever hope for.

To the two most wonderful men in my life; Happy Fathers Day.

 

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Good riddance Saturday.

Today, I am grateful for the past tense...for yesterday was the worst. I can't tell you how happy I am to see the back of you Saturday.

The first day of spring was a beautifully sunny one and we spent it in the Accident and Emergency waiting rooms of the Hospital. Isla has had a little cough here and there for the past week, but over the 24 hours before this Saturday it had increased in intensity and frequency. During her 2am feed I curiously jumped on the Whooping Cough website...ten minutes later I was waking Nick up in hysterics. I'd read an example case story; an otherwise very healthy newborn developed a small cough, which started to get slightly worse but not terrible. She tested positive to Whooping Cough and was hospitalised and put on a ventilator. She then developed pneumonia and within days her condition deteriorated. She died at 32 days old.

There was no chance that I was letting that happen to our new baby. We headed off the the hospital first thing that morning when Stella woke to get her checked and to rule out this horrible infection. Although I knew and was hoping that it most likely wouldn't be Whooping Cough, I couldn't live with myself for taking the risk...no matter how many frowns I received for 'over-reacting', over-react I still would. When it comes to the health and safety of your babies, you don't hesitate. It turns out that Islas cough is most likely a mild viral infection, and we were to keep an eye on it and return to the doctors for anti-biotics if it continued.

Stress gone and sunny Saturday enjoyed, right? Wrong.

When we returned home, I cooked a special breakfast for Nick to celebrate it being Fathers Day weekend and we then piled the babes and pram into the car and headed out for a walk; determined not to waste this beautiful day. Seeing the sunshine beam off the girls' hair and the smile on Stellas face was heartwarming, it had me dreaming of the warmer months to come and the adventures we could get up to. Winter in Tasmania with a toddler has been very long indeed!

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We decided to end our walk with Stellas favourite, in fact...she suggested it! A 'chino' in the city. Rather than take the pram and face a cramped coffee shop, we opted for the food hall. Looking back through my phone I have a dozen or so pictures of Stella enjoying her frothed milk and turning her nose up at my sushi, it makes me feel sick knowing that these photos were taken only a few seconds before it happened.

As a parent, I like to think that I am always alert and switched on. I am always watching for potential accidents and preventing tantrums, tears and broken toys. I have relaxed a little as my first born has grown and am less partial to the odd spilt milk and broken plate. Sometimes I think you get comfortable and forget how quickly things can happen.

Within what felt like a split second, Nick was holding a screaming Stella with blood gushing over his hands and I was frantically searching for serviettes with Isla rested on my forearm. I didn't even see it coming. She had stood up on her chair on the open side of our booth table and within seconds the chair was behind her and she was on the ground. No one wants to see blood pouring down their child's neck, no matter how old.

She had hit her face hard on the edge of the table on the way down before falling flat on her stomach on the floor, the underneath of her little chin had split open quite deeply. I can't remember leaving or getting to the car...but I remember one thing quite clearly; I remember no-one moving. One lady looked a little concerned and handed us a bundle of serviettes, but not one person got up from their seats to offer us assistance. I was juggling Isla who had started to cry and Nick was applying pressure to Stellas neck, who was still screaming ear piercingly.

We raced the 4 minute drive to the hospital. Here we were again. We waited for 3 hours before they sedated her with Ketamine and put four little stitches under her chin. Lucky the cut was in the spot it was and that she hadn't hit slightly higher, otherwise we would have a broken jaw to contend with. The poor babe was so distressed by all the blood and kept asking for a shower. It was a horrible, emotionally draining day!

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I learnt three things that day that I certainly had not set out to discover;

1. Seeing your child unwell or in pain is absolutely traumatising, but an instinctive 'calm' comes from within to protect and comfort them. None of the fear and distress you feel is expressed for your child to see.

2. Society sucks. What inhibits people from getting up to help, offering assistance or even acknowledging others around them needs to be addressed. We have a duty of care for those around us, whether they are strangers or not. Look out for those in need.

3. You can never be too alert. See the potential accident in every situation, but rather than obsess over it, take swift action to eliminate the danger. It's worth the tantrums!

I am repeating a little mantra that gives me a lift when I need it...'No two days are the same'. There will never be another day exactly the same as yesterday, and thank goodness! Good riddance Saturday.

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Right now? I am investing in a bulk pack of bubble wrap and cotton wool. If you have children under 21, I highly recommend you do the same!
Plenty of love, 
winterlove blog natalie