Being a Parent

Where does the time go, I just haven't managed to get 5 minutes to post anything lately. We had Finley's Christening a couple of weeks ago it was a very hectic but lovely day. Finley behaved himself and so did Noah. They both looked lovely, Noah had a shirt and a tie on. I will post photos when I find the time to download them from the camera.

Life is really hectic at the moment, Noah is being hard work.

Being a parent is the most rewarding job in the world, however it is also the hardest job in the world. I am extremely grateful for Noah and Finley, and for those who know me will appreciate exactly how grateful I am as we haven’t had an easy ride through life. Being a parent certainly has its moments and is very trying at times. When Noah was 6 weeks old he started to sleep through the night. Up until he was around 1 ½ he would sleep through the night with the occasional get up’s through the night (him waking up and crying). From then on he became a nightmare sleeper. I would try to put him to bed at around 7.30pm but he wouldn’t settle until around 11 -12 then he would wake up during the night.

It all changed again during the summer holidays, he now goes to sleep at around 7.30pm and wakes during the night crying and sometimes screaming. He suffers with really bad constipation, which he is on lactalus and senacot for. But it seems to be a viscous circle, he will not drink a lot and then he goes through stages of not eating, because he is obviously bunged up.

It wasn’t as bad before Finley as I would only be getting up to one child but now between both of them I seem to be getting hardly any sleep at all. I never complained about this previously only obviously to his paediatrician who didn’t say much. But now that he is waking up screaming, in pain I am worried that there could be something else wrong. I took him to the doctors with him before Christmas. I saw his Paediatrician today and she has now put him on movacol.

To be honest I am exhausted. It’s hard to function when you only get a few hours of sleep a night. It’s especially tiring when you have done it on the trot for about 4 days. That’s when I completely go to pot, I sometimes feel like I’m walking around like a zombie.

As for the house well I found this poem and it cheered me up.

My house may not be tidy,
My pots maybe piled up high,
My windows may not be gleaming,
With a sparkle or a shine.

I may get behind with the washing,
The drying may still be wet,
There may be dust on the shelves,
Cos I havent polished yet.

But one thing my house isnt short of,
Is happiness and love,
And to me that is more important,
Than any of the above.

Well thats all for now folks, I now have to look into nursery's for Noah.