In my dream, Robert DeNiro just told me that “Thanksgiving is a fool’s Boxing Day.” Some of my American friends might find this information useful so I had to write it down before I forgot.
Four months after giving birth, I received a BabyCenter newsletter with a topic: “How to eat your placenta?”.
Their timing is totally off.
We already ate it in December, fried with just a pinch of salt, on a bed of tears and self-doubt.
I wanted to tell Molly a story to calm her down before her nap and I first thought of Little Red Riding Hood. I started telling her the story and after an unnecessarily long description of all the food her mother prepared for her granny (I’m on a diet), I realised I didn’t know the rest of the story.
Does her red hood play any role in the story? How and why did the wolf end up in her granny’s house? Where and when does the hunter appear? Why didn’t the wolf just eat the girl in the forest?
Well, he did in my version of the story. And he enjoyed all the food from the basket as well. The end.
A couple of days away without Molly for the first time.
She stayed with the grandparents who were given very (very) detailed care instructions (two A4 pages on feeding and sleeping and changing nappies) before we drove to Regensburg so I can cry a lot about missing my baby and worry a lot about grandparents maybe putting her to bed at 20:15 instead of 20:10 because that could totally ruin her routine.
Surprisingly, a couple of hours and couple of beers later, I was starting to enjoy myself. It felt strange and terrifying but relaxing and much needed at the same time.
Who knew there were so many emotions to experience? I just hope our little girl will still recognise me after 48 hours without my face in her face.
Molly seems quite pleased with the decision we arrived at after a long discussion about naps.
We agreed that she will nap whenever she feels like it and I will carry her to her bed whenever she wants me to.
I just had my first argument with Molly. We strongly disagreed on when she should go to sleep.
She is currently chilling in the lounge, laughing at me, so I guess she won.
Molly started the first day of her third month on Earth by showcasing all of her skills – screaming, eating, pooing and spitting – at the same time.
I love those mornings when I get an incredible and impressive amount of things done!
Today is not one of those.
We’re so lucky that Molly’s a calm, relaxed and (mostly) quiet baby.
She sleeps a lot during the day, not as much at night, but I guess that was to be expected.
We already have a routine which involves getting Molly all warm and cozy and cuddled up in her pram and taking her on a walk with Klara. If she falls asleep, I sit down in a coffee shop or a bakery and enjoy those wonderful moments of quiet time.
Going out for coffee with a sleeping baby is a lot more fun than I could imagine! You can’t really talk to a baby and she’s far from being entertaining, but just watching her in adoration can be a great way to spend the time.
But in order for it to be fun, two requirements need to be fulfilled:
a) you have to be jam-packed with crazy mama hormones
b) it has to be your baby that you’re staring it.
Warning – spending time staring at a stranger’s baby could go anywhere on the scale from weird and freaky to getting yourself arrested.