Back in December, I participated in a meme started by Essentially Jess to write my Christmas wishlist.
Five things I wanted over and above everything else.
And here’s how it panned out.
1. A vat of Cankles BeGone.
Apparently this product doesn’t exist. D’oh. But I received foot gel. Foot cream. Lectric Soda Crystals. My husband occasionally massaged my feet. My massage therapist step-sister too, when she was in town. My physio friend. And another friend even gave me a voucher for a luxury foot massage.
And I have, of course, now given birth, and after a brief period of further inflation (which I wouldn’t have thought possible!), the swelling receded.
So we’ll call that a win.
2. A cleaning fairy.
|Ashleigh’s got the fairy part down pat.
I’ll just replace the wand with a feather duster…
Apparently cleaning fairies don’t exist either. D’oh some more. But my nearest and dearest friends pitched in to get me a voucher for FOUR HOURS worth of house cleaning. My mother scrubbed the bathrooms before I went in to hospital. My mother-in-law cleaned while I was in there. Friends who come to visit all seem to do something while here – one vacuumed, another swept, and yet another cleaned the microwave!
So we’ll call that another win.
3. Time to read the books I want to read.
Ha. Not so much. But in the week before the birth, my parents took Ashleigh for a few nights. Friends offered to babysit. And while in hospital, while Mitchell was still happy to sleep when not feeding, I managed to read a little bit (when not injuring myself).
I’ve also managed to, very occasionally, synchronise the children’s naps. So, in the last four months, I’ve managed to get through quite a few of Jeffrey Deaver‘s Kathryn Dance books, Lionel Shriver’s Big Brother, Joyce Carol Oates’s Rape: A Love Story, The Hunger Games trilogy (I’m always ahead of the pack!), and the latest outlandish metaphor-riddled Odd Thomas outing from Dean Koontz. I’ve also re-read perennial favourites April Fools Day and The Surgeon of Crowthorne.
Nothing too long or too heavy, but reading nonetheless. So we’ll call that a draw (and really, considering my current circumstances, we’ll call that a win).
4. A simple birth for bub.
YES! Things actually went according to plan! We went to the hospital on the scheduled date. We checked in. We put clothes away. We put toiletries in the bathroom. We prepared. We marvelled at how much it felt like checking into a hotel instead of attending hospital for a planned medical procedure. We went to theatre. We marvelled at how quickly it stopped feeling like checking into a hotel. We had a baby.
The procedure was faster this time (somewhat ironic, since it was less rushed), took less of a toll on my body, and came without the horrible panic and concern for the health of the child I was carrying. And instead of being stuck in recovery by myself for hours afterwards, clinging to the image of my daughter and the brief hug we’d had before she and Cameron left the theatre, I was back in the company of my husband and son within the hour following his birth. Such a weight (and wait!) off my mind.
Tick. Another win.
5. Family and sibling love.
Absolutely. Ashleigh adores Mitchell. She doesn’t (yet) resent him for the time I no longer get to spend lavishing attention on her. (I’m the one copping the brunt of that. It hurts, but I’d prefer to cop it than to witness it happening to her brother.) She wants to give him cuddles and kisses, and teach him how to do things. She sings him songs, dances for him, and blows raspberries on his chubby little cheeks.
Sure, she wishes he was more active, and there are no doubt the odd moments where she wishes she could put him back in my tummy, but hey, haven’t we all felt that way about our siblings at some stage? (No? Yeah, me neither. Ahem.)
And Mitchell adores Ashleigh. He recognised his sister’s voice very early on. When she’s nearby, his head swivels in her direction. She gets the most smiles, coos, goos and slobbers.
We’ve done more things as a family of four than we’d done as a family of three at this stage of Ashleigh’s life. We’ve been to the park. To parties. Friends’ houses. Music group. The football.
|You’ll never guess which team Cameron and the kids barrack for.
So, much like the Blues did that day, we’ll call that one a win too.
Not too shabby! Thanks to Essentially Jess for prompting me to write a Christmas wishlist last year. Someone powerful was
listening reading. And granting.
What was on your Christmas wishlist? Did your wishes come true?
And if you’ve read Big Brother, tell me what you thought. I’m itching to talk to someone about it.