Where to start? Firstly hello again, it’s been a while. Life sure has a way of rushing past you, when you are elbow deep in nappies and preschool 😱. Trying to find 5 minutes to myself to even have a quiet poo let alone write a blog is a mission in itself. Not that I am complaining about being a constant requirement of my children’s entertainment but it isn’t half hard work sometimes.
Elliott is now 3 1/2 and started preschool back in September. He should be due to start school this September coming and to me, it feels too soon. He’s still so little in my mind. He’s doing fantastically well at his preschool though. It’s one of those “forest” preschools, so every day he goes, he goes off with his little backpack filled with his lunch and his waterproofs (which he has certainly needed this last few months, what is up with the English weather??) it’s so damn cute. He enjoys it immensely and to be honest I think they let him be a bit more daring then ole mummy dearest. I don’t know if I am just classed as one of those so called hover mums/ helicopter mums or whatever the expression is, but I do find it difficult to let him do “risky” things. Whether or not that has anything to do with any psychology damage done by our failed attempts to produce offspring to begin with or whether I am just a big old wimp is certainly a question I have been pondering of late.
Oliver on the other hand is 1 1/2 now, he’s walking, trying to talk, eating everything in sight and his little character is starting to shine through. Gosh, he is a cheeky one. You’ve got to be on your toes with him around. Although he is a mischief he is an absolute darling too. Being their mother I may be slightly bias but that’s allowed right? They fight like anything sometimes (which I didn’t expect quite so early on) but you can still see the love they have for one another. They do sweet things together that would melt your heart then the next moment you want to pull your hair out because they have smacked each other or something equally ridiculous. #boymum
Can anyone tell me if they are a helicopter parent too, is this just something ingrained into me or has someone else had children after losses the same? It would be interesting to see if these fact correlate to each other.
Currently I have been signed off work, I have injured my shoulder and we can’t seem to find the cause of the pain. I am a community carer so the inability to drive for long and to have pain, making my right arm either numb or weak isn’t a great for my job role, or being a mum. I am not going to lie to you, I am struggling a bit at the moment. (I am part nor…. I was going to say northern. But I am stubborn, that’s what I mean. Really dig your heels in and muddle through type stubborn) so for me to admit defeat is an uncommon occurrence. Husband is being great and trying to pick up the slack where I am failing but he works full time. There just isn’t enough time in a day to do everything. Consequently the house looks slightly like a bomb has gone off. It’s not disgusting or anything just not as tidy and it once was, and I am having to rely on my mum quite heavily too. She’s been taking Elliott to school and back most days as I physically cannot push the pram or carry the backpack with Oliver in it. Doctors have run a few tests but it appears to be a waiting game that i am not Winning.
Right anyway, enough of that wining.
Please leave me a message if you have any questions on conceiving, loss, pregnancy after loss or the struggles of toddlers.
Lots of love
Xxx
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