A Musical To A Disaster

A Musical To A Disaster

Time wasters - complete and utter time wasters. That's how many people explain babies when they stand gazing at mine. They are so right, there she is, our own creation, a new human being to add to the millions of others living in the world. 

So peaceful, so quiet, so cute!

It's such an amazing feeling becoming a mum, you never know the true love you feel until you have a child to love, care for and cherish. Whether you give birth naturally, via c-section or adopt, they are your precious bundle of cuteness. Yours to show off to the world. 

I look back at the first moments of her life and see just how tiny she really was! How so much awaited from that point on and so much still does. People often express their disbelief at how fast the time really does pass so incredibly quickly. 

"You'll blink and it's gone"

"Cherish every moment, they grow up so fast"

10 weeks down the line and it feels like it's already whizzing by us. How did people manage before, pictures weren't taken every day, you couldn't just whip your phone out and browse through the thousands of photos you had taken over the first few months, just the odd one here and there, but the memories were the real joy. Even with all of these photos as proof of firsts, lasts and growth, the memories will never be deleted! Precious memories which really will last a life time. But thank you any way Apple for bringing me my iPhone with plenty of memory to store my own memories and a not too shabby camera attached to it to allow me to snap every fart, giggle and cry. Oh and for the flash - which if I forget is on I nearly blind my own child! 

Anyway, back to the point. 

People look at her, in her peaceful moments and coo over how cute she is and alas! The child wakes from her strange little dream she was having to greet these viewers with a cry.

"Ah yes, I'd forgotten that sound"

"Aw bless her"

"But she is still so cute"

Then they leave me! Left with my crying baby. One minute she is cute and they can't get enough and then before you know it they are running for the hills with a slight skip in their step singing - 

'The hills are alive with the sound of crying, 

With songs I can sing to save my ears,

The hills fill my heart with the sound of crying,

My heart wants me to run away from it'

Well cheers then! 

Not so cute anymore, aye! 

Try being me at home, yes she is very cute and peaceful. But there is no hill running for me when she cries. Just a large glass of wine (water really, but I can pretend....) and some ear plugs. 

It's like being on a ship in the middle of no-where taking in the view, the serenity, the peace and then boom a storm rolls in!

"It's coming!!!! Run for your life!!! Take shelter!!!"

The next thing you know your ship has a leak, waters coming from everywhere, you try and save yourself from sinking with it but the water keeps coming. Clothes are saturated, surfaces destroyed and you are fighting a losing battle against this leaking ship! The ship starts to throw itself from side to side as you try and patch it up to avoid any further leaking, then you realise the ship is running low on fuel! Quick grab all the fuel you can find and fill it back up! Ship re-fuelled, a few hours pass, calm has returned right up until...... there she blows!!!! 

Now before you leave my blog thinking "she has completely lost it" follow the next step and re-read that last paragraph!

Replace the word 'ship' with 'baby' and you will see my logic.

As you can tell, it's been a long day! 

P.s. - the babies top lies!