Today I had planned to write a light hearted travel post for a Wanderlust-y kind of Wednesday, but my heart doesn’t feel as light as it usually does – on account of having one sad, sickly little baby in the house.
Of course, it’s just a case of the sniffles – which Annabel brings home from play school about once a month and Ruby then makes it her business to pick up and turn into a full-on cold. And a cold for a baby is the opposite of fun. Annabel was never ill for a day of the first year of...
“Making the decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body.”
– Elizabeth Stone
Somebody sent this quote to me after Annabel was born, and oh! – how true it is. Since the day she came into our lives I have know fear – real, bone-chilling, heart jolting fear that takes my breath away – on a daily basis, and I think it’s been one of the most challenging things about motherhood.
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About a week ago, I started introducing Baby Ruby to solids. The fact that I say “about a week ago” (rather than being able to recite the exact date and time) really tells a story all on its own… She was 5 and a half months old (how did that happen so fast?!), and I realised I’d better get a move on before I found myself having to explain to the paediatrician at her 6-month check why I hadn’t got round to weaning yet.
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