What a year it was though. We sold two houses, both to the first viewer. Viewed, fell in love with and bought our beautiful 1930's project house. To top it all off though, we made and met our lovely little Tallulah. Phew! It can't get more hectic than that, or can it? Well maybe it can especially with a terrible two year old in the house…
January has been and gone already. When it gets to Epiphany around 12 days after Christmas, I'm always desperate to get the decorations down, store them away and move on into the year. The new year always fills me with a sense of hope, new beginnings, a fresh start which is very true in our case. January can also be the most depressing month. Post Christmas blues, long dark wintery nights. It's easy to drag you down especially when you're not seeing much sunlight. It can make all the difference.
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| Mr & Mrs Moon, The Oily Cart Theatre Company. |
We beat the January blues towards the end of the month with a trip to the Theatre to see Mr & Mrs Moon by The Oily Cart Theatre Company at Clwyd Theatre Cymru in Mold (which also happens to be my work place). It was absolutely delightful. I now have the perfect excuse to go to their shows as I've always wanted to see them! They have been coming to Mold for many years now, always sell out and always get the formula just right providing theatre for 2 - 5 year olds. A group of us met for the 10.30am showing with our little ones. We started off in a function room the other side of the art gallery space/corridor from the Studio Theatre, where the children were asked to take off their socks and shoes and were given a bucket and spade. The actors came through and introduced themselves in character and we all followed them through to the studio theatre. The children were led along a path with a beach theme to the set which was a circular sand pit in the centre. The little ones all sat along the edge of the sand with their bucket and spade and were entranced by the characters singing and narrating a story to them. Mrs Moon was an acrobatic lady suspended above where Sebas was sitting, when she uncurled and stretched her limbs from her sling, his little face along with all the others was absolutely entranced by it. It really engaged him which was an achievement in itself for such a busy little one!
Although being a Wardrobe person I couldn't help but wonder as I sat and watched about the maintenance of the costumes with all that sand…
It was a nice opportunity also to pop in and see my work colleagues who love a bit of baby worshipping and having a hold...
At the very end of January though disaster struck for us in that our little Sebas had an accident. He fell down four steps on the stairs and ended up in plaster. Sebs had broken 2 little bones on the top of his foot connected to his toes resulting in a plaster cast up to his knee. Poor little man. He was in shock for a bit and very subdued. That night when he woke later on he slept in bed with us for comfort and he promptly had a nose bleed in the middle of the night. I thought I was dreaming when I saw dark splodges on the white pillows. Luckily a bar of vanish came in handy for soaking the stains...
Poor little thing although he was only subdued for a day. The following day he started crawling on his knees, the day after that he started to gingerly get on his feet despite us constantly telling him to sit down or get down. It made me laugh to myself when someone asked if he had crutches. The doctor at the fracture clinic said that the beauty of children at this age and up to about the age of five was if something hurt them or caused them pain then they wouldn't use it. So, having his foot encased in plaster protected it and supported it. It obviously wasn't paining him too much to weight bear, although his little foot would swell up as he wasn't elevating it enough, so we had just the odd night where he would whimper in pain as it was aching from him over doing it. Little children and babies' bones heal very quickly though so in total he will be in plaster a total of four weeks hopefully rather than us adults who have six weeks. It hasn't stopped him and if anything he is being more naughty and testing of us more than ever!
He is lovely though and his language is coming on. Favourite words are 'ank oo' (thank you) "help" mama, babba and dada as all he wants to do is help. Words are being strung together and he will copy us a lot. My baby is growing up. I took my other baby, Tallulah to Alderhey hospital in Liverpool recently on my own rather than bring Sebs too and have him get bored in the waiting areas as it is quite a long day with a lot of waiting around. I only got slightly lost once near the hospital, I doubted myself and the directions I was following and pulled over to ask someone when I found out it was only 50 yards down the road! I told the doctor about Sebastian and she agreed with me in the fact that it was a positive sign that it was only a little fracture and not a clean break to his femur or Tibula and Fibula. We go back ironically next month for a check up for him, but the doctor said in the future we could combine the two of them for appointments to save on time and the hassle of getting there. Tallulah met the doctor and finished with a full Skeletal X-Ray, which turned out to be clear and the cranium plates on her head were clear too (signs of Osteo Genesis Imperfecta can be detected from the skull, Sebastian was clear too) so as you can imagine we were absolutely delighted. On the whole she is doing well despite a blip with her weight and reflux/sickness which weirdly seemed to get worse a couple of weeks ago. It was like having a bulimic baby, she was sick after every feed. She is now on Gaviscon which is really helping and soothing her thank goodness so she can really thrive.
We seem to be busy every week with appointments for either the babies or us. Amidst this diabolical weather and it being the wettest winter for years, the days are flying by. I don't get much time to do anything (let alone on my own!) bar washing, occasionally hoovering the house, cooking, feeding and changing nappies. A treat for me is coffee out even if it's takeaway or from a drive through which is a Godsend when they're afternoon napping. A friend tipped me off about Macdonald's drive through and how she used to take a Grazia or equivalent magazine as a treat and "me-time" for that precious time when not one but two are sleeping as they should be!
I remember trying to wax my legs in between feeds with Sebas, I managed half of one leg before he indignantly demanded a feed (he must have been around 12 weeks old). I probably managed to wax the other half a week later .. My iPhone is quite a blessing as a source of apps/entertainment and communication when being chained to a feed although Sebs can hunt it out and is a little bit too good at swiping the screen and taking selfies. Still we are having the odd day where the sun breaks through and the promise of spring is just around the corner. As I said to my neighbour this morning who came round for a coffee with her 8 week old baby Perl, there are pluses to having a baby in the autumn and winter months. You can get through the winter blues as you're so pre-occupied with your new-born, you don't really care what the weather is like. By the time Spring makes an appearance your baby has grown, put on weight and all importantly sleeping well (fingers crossed) so you can start to feel human again rather than a walking foggy headed, caffeine addict. So as you start (hopefully) to feel better in yourself, the world around you is budding and coming to life with a new season...
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