So, eventually, six months in, all the chaos of having a newborn and a toddler settles down. You all begin to understand each others’ foibles as a family, and how everyone fits in. The baby settles into something resembling a routine. Life becomes more structured and orderly.
At the same time, it’s like you’re in a Bruce Willis film from the 80s. Think ‘Die Hard: Mum of Two’. You’re living on borrowed time, but you just get used to it.
I feel on top of things now, but only if I’m one step ahead of myself at every turn. I get up, and if by some miracle both little ones are still asleep, I dash downstairs and wash and sterilise bottles and prepare breakfast. During the day, I get bathtime equipment ready to the point of laying the towels out, as I know that these are the tiny ‘stress points’ that cause the enormous distress (“I NEEEEED MY PURPLE TOWEL, MUMMEEEE!!!. NOW, MUMMEEEE, NOOOWWW!!”).
In fact, as I write this I realize that I’ve also found new joy in doing housework?! Today, for example, I did two lots of washing, dried them on the line (yes, the line- that thing I thought was a handy stopping off point for birds in days of yonder), did the cat’s tray, cleaned out the fridge and put a new lot of shopping away, changed two sets of bed sheets and made several trips to the bins. I still managed a trip with the family to Delamere Forest, with a pre-prepared picnic and well-packed car. Plus, I gave my partner a lie in until 9:15am!!
Erm, yep maybe it’s time to get back to work before I turn into something akin to Aggie and Kim and start writing a blog posts such as “My Top Ten Natural Cleaning Tips”.
It is rewarding, doing all this for your family, but when you find yourself itching for your partner to go to the loo so you can quickly change the bedsheets, it’s time to tone it down, I realise.
Talking of bedsheets, a post on what life is like with a new baby six months in wouldn’t be complete without mention of one word: sleep.
Oh blessed sleep, where have you been all this time? I feel like a new person. Granted, littlest one doesn’t sleep through (do any babies sleep through- really?!), but she will only wake once or twice now, is in her own room, and can hold her own bottle.
Bliss!! It’s only now that I’m getting a reasonable amount of sleep that I realise how all over the place I was previously. Hurrah! It can only get better from now on, surely?! *cue teething, separation anxiety, growth spurts…arghhh!!*.