Something Completely Different

But perhaps more similar to what my blog was before I started sewing.

As you will know if you read any post from late last year, I was pregnant. I am no longer pregnant. Rather, I have a baby. Quite a hefty thing, she is now draped over one shoulder while I half recline on the sofa. I type this post mostly one handed. One side of my singlet is covered in regurgitated breast milk (euphemistically called posset), which my sweet darling deposited while screaming from tiredness but fighting all my attempts to encourage her to sleep.

I’m not sure what worked. I walked up and down the hallway, patting her on the back, alternating between making hushing noises and singing nonsensical lullabies (of course she’ll wake when the song ends with the baby falling out of a cradle which has been irresponsibly hung in a tree! How is that a song to sleep to?) She wailed and wailed.  I had already fed her and changed her. I was on the brink of changing her again when she simply dropped off to sleep mid wail. To check, I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Out cold. I half sat down on the sofa, and I have remained in this position for an hour, as each time I go to move, she wails again. A pained wail that I have only heard a few times; the first time when she was given a jab by the midwives in hospital.

Yesterday, she would not sleep at all at this time, so I intend to remain immobilised by her until at least 2 hours have elapsed.  It is as good a time as any to attempt to update my blog.