I did that thing again. Y’know, that thing where I put up a post saying “I haven’t posted in a while, but now I’m back”, only to disappear again for another month. Yeah, it’s been another month of now posts from me, except yesterday’s one (which is actually a cheeky back post). So, what gives? What am I playing at? To be honest, life has been kicking my ass a bit.
I go in everything in more detail in my latest Get Ready With Me (Currently exporting, I’ll update with a link when it goes live), so I’ll keep this brief. Mostly I’ve been stressing out over Rowan. We finish the course of medicine and he got better just for the skin infection to come right back. So when he had his latest immunisation we visited with the duty doctor again. Thankfully it was a doctor I had dealt with before and she actually took the time to go over everything with me. Turns out I just didn’t have the information I needed to treat the condition properly the first time around. So far we are in the clear but he is going to need regular checkups until the doctor is satisfied that Rowan’s eczema is under control.
My parents have moved house. They moved from the 3 bed flat I grew up in, to an OAP’s cottage. Sounds simple enough but there was a lot of stress surrounding it. To put it simply, Nick and I moved out last August and some of our stuff got left behind and my Mum would be forever reminding us that we still had stuff there. You’d think we’d left a ton of stuff when it was barely enough to fill the boot of a Fiesta. It was mostly cups and balls of wool. I don’t drive and there’s only so much I can take in a backpack each trip. But because they were moving I had to ask a favour from the owner of the Fiesta so I could get “everything” on Friday as the vans were due to arrive yesterday. When we get there I discover they’re only halfway through packing. They knew they wanted to move and have had since August to pack up all their non-essential stuff, but no, let’s keep reminding our daughter about the cups she left. I don’t even want to talk about how long they left it to organise how they were moving their stuff. The level of irritation I feel over the whole situation is stupid.
And to cap it all off, I got sick. Not just a case of the sniffles; we’re talking aching joints, sore muscles, wearing three layers of clothing in 12-degree heat and still shivering and feeling like I was going to faint if I stood for longer than 5 minutes. I had Mastitis. As you may know, I feed Rowan expressed breast milk because actually breastfeeding gives me lactation headaches, this means I have to express at regular intervals to keep the milk flow and avoid blocked ducts. And with all the stress and back and forth I’d done lately I wasn’t expressing regularly and sometimes I was so tired I wasn’t able to stay awake to express fully. That’s how I ended up with Mastitis. Thankfully I caught it in the early stages, so I didn’t need to go to the doctor (I’m going there enough as it is). But it made me fully aware that I need to take better care of myself and make sure I get enough rest.
I know what you’re thinking, but yes, that is the short version.
While I am feeling a lot better and there is a lot less stress in my life at the moment, I’m not going to make promises about content. Not only is Rowan going through a routine change but I generally can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stick to a schedule. I could go off on a rant about people think because I’m on maternity leave I must have no thing else better to do, but I’ll save that for another post.
Have a great Sunday!