Dear people who designed the Facebook for android app,
You fail to tell me I have a message. I missed 5 messages, people think I am ignoring them. Sort it ooooout.
Thank you for teaching James to react to you saying ‘woo hoo’.
You’ve won this round of ‘I make James laugh more’. Bastard.
Yes Daddy is hilarious, but remember who feeds you. You know you like my impression of the Hungry Caterpillar more than noise Daddy makes.
Dear National Lottery,
You appear to have put the wrong numbers up as the ‘winning’ combination. None of them were mine.
Could you rectify that please?
Thanks in advance 🙂
Its been a tough few days, nay, a tough couple of weeks. I feel like I’m just keeping my head above water. I have too many things in my head right now and it feels like I have no one to talk too.
Weeks have gone by without so much as a text from family or friends. There are still people who haven’t even met James yet.
I know I should make more effort myself, and everytime I go to do so, Motherhood calls.
Im not writing this grudgingly, im writing this because I am a new mother who is trying to find time to have a shower let alone organise a lunch out.
I love being a mum.
I love my boy.
I just wish I could tell someone else that every once in a while.
But you know what, I dont have to say anything.
Look what you are all missing…
My sweet chubby James,
You have been with us for a little over 10 weeks now.
We are coming out of the newborn fog of not knowing anything to knowing a little bit more.
You are growing at an alarming rate. Not just In fatness, but development too.
You smile your big gummy smile everyday. Our stupid noises and funny faces make you squel with joy. You first did it at your Uncles birthday a couple of weeks back and now everyday something happens and you give off this infectious noise.
I will never be able to put into words you how good that laugh makes me feel.
One day Mama will manage to record it just in time and play it back to you.
You love your jungle mobile and will lay for ages cooing over the frog and parrot. The monkey, well you could take or leave him quite frankly.
If we talk to you, you make noises back.
*something that is hard to type out*
I pretend thats you telling me what you dreamt at your last nap. It seems you mostly dream about boobies.
I put you in your swing today and you was trying so hard to grab the lion. One day very soon you will grab it. Then you will grab everything. Keep at it my clever boy.
Your so tactile with your hands, just like me. Touching faces, clothes; stroking arms when being held on the shoulder. You, James, are a loving little thing.
You’ve almost outgrown your Moses basket, but I simply refuse to believe you are old enough to go into your cot. Because then I have to realise that I go back to work soon, and im just not ready to do that yet. Im having way too much fun being with you.
I’ll sign off now my darling boy.
I’m typing this with one hand and you are asleep in the other. It’s 1.38am and I’m tired, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I love you this much *holds arms out stretched as far as they can*.
Keep growing strong,
P.S When you read this back people might say I copied the Google advert, I so didnt. They stole my idea damnit. I’ve been writing to you since you were a bunch of cells x
Love you x
There is nothing like being a parent to make you feel on top of the world and thinking like you’ve cracked it one minute to thinking you are utterly useless and not cut out for it, the next.
In the 10 weeks I’ve been a Mama to James, the same questions have cropped up.
Does he sleep through the night yet?
Does he self settle?
No, he prefers to be settled by Mama or Dad.
Oh, you’ve spoilt him then?
No. How do you spoil a baby? He does like to be carried but he is A BABY. They dont know any different.
But its that last one that always gets me.
I always feel like a failure when someone comments that James is spoilt because he wants to come out of his carseat in Sainsburys after screaming bloody murder. Even if you’re doing a cutesy voice like ‘oh who’s a spoilt little boy, you’ve got Mummy wrapped around your finger’
Yes, yes he has. He is only 10 weeks old. He depends on me to feed, change, clothe and wash him.
And on the other hand, if I left him to cry and get red faced and produce just enough tears to make your heart break, I get looked at like im neglecting my child. That look of ‘How dare I leave my child to cry while I pay for my shopping?’
So either way, I’m not doing what I should.
Something I have learnt since becoming a Mum, there really is no right or wrong. Every child is different. What might work for your child might not for another.
But as long as your child is safe, healthy and happy, then that is all that matters.
Babies are babies for such a short time, so shoot me for wanting to cuddle my baby while he is sleeping instead of putting him in his cot. He’ll get used to it some day.
And if he doesnt, you can all tell me ‘I told you so’.
But until then….how can I resist.