Milestones

Some milestones along the way, easing my post-caesarean body and psyche ever closer towards normality:


- getting out of bed the next morning

- showering and going to the loo without the 'assistance' they said one would need

- getting back into normal clothes and shoes

- going home, having walked from Maternity to the carpark without keeling over

- doing small things around the house, sometimes so small as to render no actual assistance with the actual running of the house, but important for one's sense of worth

- driving, which you're not actually not allowed to do for the dreaded six weeks after all!

- getting some groceries

- dropping a four year old off at kindy, then doing it with a newborn and a two year old. And surviving.

- watering one's garden again

- disciplining one's kids again

- getting back into Normal Undies! ...instead of the giant super-high-waisted post-caesar granny pants, which, I'm embarrassed to admit, were super-comfy with the waistband well away from the yowchy part but super-uncomfy with corresponding lack of fabric down lower. Let's just say it's a good thing that in this case, retrieving lost fabric does not incur a deduction of 0.5 of a point.


Wow! When it's all written out like that, it sounds like I'm powering around changing the world and overdoing things in general. I'm not. I'm taking things extremely easy and enjoying seeing a milestone like watering the garden happen when it does.

Each day I only have one or two goals. For example, my goals for a day might be: (1) get Nat to kindy, and (2) get Nat home from kindy.

This is why some nights, dinner doesn't exactly ... exist.

It's not just me though. I was relieved to hear a fellow kindy mum say that one night when her baby was small, she called her husband and demanded, "Ask me what's for dinner!"

When he hesitatingly asked, "What's for dinner?" she snapped, "A CARROT!" and hung up.

I loved that story, and I really appreciated that she told me about it. Because it reminds me of me.