Thank god I’m not very imaginative with passwords otherwise
I don’t know how I would ever have gotten back in to blogging!
I’ll admit - it’s been a while… longer than a while
actually… it’s been closer to 2 years!! And I honestly don’t know where the
time has gone! But I do know who stole it… meet my baby girl – the divine,
crazy and completely adorable – Poppy Jane!
I don’t think I was deluded… probably naive in thinking that
once I had a baby – life would continue on pretty much as normal… ok – so
deluded probably is the best description for it!
I had these (yep - deluded!) images of a peaceful sleeping
newborn, of blogging between feeds and nappies, of blissfully cooking away at
the stove while she lay happily in a bouncer on the kitchen bench… Think Nigella Lawson with a Baby Bjorn…
Well what an idiot I was.
My beautiful daughter was (and
still is!) many things – but peaceful and sleeping she was not.
My life was absolutely turned upside down.
My life was absolutely turned upside down.
(THANK GOD!) My incredible mother came to visit for a few days
– to meet her first grandchild and “help us out” with a few things. It wasn’t
entirely against her will, but we basically ended up locking her in the house
for the next 6 weeks. And locking is not an exaggeration. I don’t think poor Mum got
a single whiff of fresh air for the full six weeks she was on Poppy-duty.
We eventually allowed her to go home just so she could
sleep, recharge and then come back… back to the hell of no sleep, banshee
screaming and regular poo-nami’s.
But amongst all of that, and I'm not ashamed to admit it – we ate very well. Cooking was the
only thing that calmed my frazzled nerves, that let me tune out of the wailing (mostly Poppy's - sometimes mine...) and the incessant voice in my head that kept reassuring me I had absolutely no
idea what I was doing with this small, obviously unhappy human.
So while Poppy vented her blatant frustrations at me, I
baked Triple Chocolate Cookies, simmered Pork Medallions in Dijon cream and
nearly blew out my Caesarean stitches on Roasted Pumpkin Soup.
I found my
sanity in the pages of Donna Hay and Gourmet Traveller and in the rambling
judgings of Masterchef. And through all of this – my baby girl became a foodie
and we found our common ground. Although we still don’t sleep – the food more
than makes up for it.
So while I've got my husband home for a little while... and he's embracing 'Daddy Daycare' - I'm going to use my new found freedom to get back into blogging!
x
PS - Did I mention we're moving to Canada??
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Hey - welcome back! Good reason for leaving - what a cutie!
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