Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Midnight mumbling

Rowan often talks in his sleep, which is understandable - both Hannah and I do it. So I thought nothing of The Guy chatting at 3am.

An hour later though, it was pretty clear that he was well and truly awake, and running through every word and sentence he knew (which, as it turns out, is an extensive list).

A quick pat on the way back from getting a glass of water - demanded with his usual "PATS!" - and I was back to bed, whereupon I lay there listening to him continue to babble on.

In all, he was awake for about an hour, just talking to himself. He didn't seem in need of anything in particular, like a new nappy or a drink or anything. He wasn't upset, and wasn't bothered when I told him I was off to bed. He was quite content to just lay there.

Does anyone else have little ones that do/would do this?

In other news, I'm considering replacing/augmenting this blog with a video, which I think might be a bit quicker and easier to pump out than a rambling bunch of paragraphs. Thoughts?

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Starting again

It's been a very long time since I updated this, but I'll try and get back onto it, if only as a way of writing down everything and getting it out of my brain.

In the last couple of years we've seen Rowan grow from a bump under Hannah's t-shirt, to a tiny grub, to a little person with a huge personality. It's amazing to look back at photos and posts and email about The Guy, and see how different he is from where we started.

We're now parents of a little boy who sings, dances, plays guitar, reads books, watches In The Night Garden and Hairy McClary, wants to listen to music in the shower, runs, jumps, climbs stairs, rides a bike and TALKS AND TALKS AND TALKS! The amount of words and his vocabulary are mind blowing for this first time dad.

It's crazy... we're parents now. Of course all parents are parents, so it's nothing unique in a global sense, but US being parents is unique to US. Does that make sense?

Speaking of being parents... well, we're going to be doing it all over again. The next one is due start of June, so we're well under way time wise.

Hannah is doing very well again. She's very healthy and happy - although pretty tired!! - and we're on track to having another home birth. It was a very special experience last time, so we're hoping we're lucky enough to go two for two. The odds are pretty good.

Handling two kids. This is going to be an adjustment, I'm sure. We're obviously not the first people to have two or more kids, but again, our experience is unique to us. Interestingly, I have a lot of the same concerns about losing identity, not having time, etc that I had last time.

What the reality with Rowan? Well, I DID lose a lot of "free" time - time that was otherwise unassigned to a responsibility - so it is slightly harder to get a personal project finished quickly, but I didn't lose any identity at all. I didn't fall into the life shown on screen with henpecked husbands bemoaning the good old days. I actually feel like my time is more focused now, better spent when taking care of Rowan and Hannah, then when I would just get home from work and play a game until bed time. I'm still myself, people still see me the same way, I still act and talk and think in pretty much exactly the same way, except now there's an extra person in my life to share it with. So rather than turning in half the person I was, I'm the person I was with a bit of bonus.

Sorry, I'm rambling. Short version: having Rowan meant there was LESS (not no) me time, but more family time, and more purpose. I imagine having a second kid will be similar. A further reduction in totally unassigned time, but more family engagement, more purpose, more direction.

These paragraphs are getting longer and longer, so I'll cut it short there. Maybe not the most engaging post I've ever written, but this is a start to getting things back out of my head.

Hopefully, Perth Dad might be back!

Rowan's birthday - Part II

UPDATED: 17/02/2015
Look, it's pretty clear I'm not going to get around to finishing this post, which is now nearly two years old. I'll start afresh.


Well, this took me so much longer to get to than I thought. As any parent probably knows, time is a pretty precious and limited commodity, so I've struggled a bit to find time where I'm a) free and b) cognizant. Having been so long, I might be a bit sketchy on some of the details, but Hannah will probably let me know and fill me in if I've got something too wacky.
-Call the Midwife!!
Ok, so after timing the surges for a solid hour, and having them stay consistently at around 3 minutes, it was finally time to call our midwife, Laura. Waiting that hour meant a 6:30am wake up call for Laura, which isn't too bad I reckon. I was hoping she might even be up already, but unfortunately this wasn't the case. I let Laura know the details (predominantly "How's Hannah going?" and "How far apart are the surges?") and she was on her way.

-Taking a bath
With the midwife on her way, and Hannah plugging away like a champion, I had a birth pool that needed a-fillin'. The kitchen floor seemed as good a place as any, so I shoved the island out of the way, cranked up the pump, popped the liner in and over, and started blowing that bad boy up. With an intricate array of knobs and levers, I was able to get hot water straight out of the laundry tap, into a (new) garden hose, and into the pool. I dumped in a bag of salt (to prevent Hannah pruning up too bad), then sat back feeling pretty pleased with myself, as all men are wont to do after completing a set of rudimentary tasks.

-More hard work
The pool was sorted, and we were waiting for the midwife, so there wasn't much more to do except ride through the surges, continuing the accupressure on Hannah's lower back. A correction to my previous post - Hannah hit transition around this time I believe, which resulted in a bit of a spew of my gourmet dinner from the night before (Tuscan meatballs with pasta). Topping up with fluids and more Gatorade was all we really needed to do, so no major dramas there.