Unless I’m on holiday, a roll of film lasts so long. And unlike my phone, which I have always, there’s never any rhyme or reason behind when I have my film camera and when I don’t. So the oddest moments and expressions are recorded! (Sweet little baby. In these photos she seems to be concentrating very hard on growing. In the last one, she’d just managed to hit the beads of the necklace. She’d been trying to do it for about fifteen minutes.)
Posts from the ‘Mothering’ Category
This time last week we were getting ready to bring our daughter Sunday Adeline home for the first time.
Here she is nestled on her favourite pink pillow to which she got very attached when we took it with us to the hospital. (It’s pink because that’s my second-favourite colour for adult bed linen, not because she’s a girl! And don’t worry, she has a proper basket now to lounge in.) And there’s Jude, putting her to sleep by telling her the story of how her parents met. (“And then your Mum said to me, ‘I suppose I could do breakfast.’ At 8.30! In the morning!”) Then that’s her getting ready for her first walk in her sling. And some of the late-summer sights we saw in London Fields. My eyes hurt on that walk from the sun!
I have cried this week because I know she is going to grow up and not always be the size of an AFL football, and cried because she hasn’t let me eat my dinner, and cried whenever she’s got a present or a nice comment on Instagram, and cried reading in a baby book about problems she doesn’t even have because I feel sorry for other babies who do.
She is perfect.
Two months to go. Things are starting to take shape. That chair is in the baby’s room – it cost £26 on eBay, and is exactly the colour of a Virago Modern Classic. Children’s books – a mix of our old ones, Oxfam spoils and presents. We haven’t bought her any clothes or, like, nappies yet but if she ever wants to peruse a slim volume quietly on her own, we have her covered.
Summer solstice has come and gone. There has not been a single week I’ve not worn my Barbour jacket. Often – I try not to look at this too often as it’s so depressing – the daytime temperature here is the same here as it is in winter Sydney. Still, it was nice weather for Jude’s birthday BBQ (that was the occasion for the new decorations you can see in the garden). And one thing about England is that the flowers, flowers, flowers are so beautiful and seem to need no attention at all.
An odd side effect of being pregnant is that I can only hold one thought in my mind at a time. It’s not how I’d want to be forever. But for now… people would pay good money for a drug like this.
I’m having a baby in August. I have said this or made reference to it to many people in real life. And I’ve talked openly about it on Twitter and Instagram, because both of them are like beaches always washed by new waves and nothing lasts forever there. But I have been scared to talk about it on this blog – ridiculously! – because it seems too serious, too permanent, like it’s tempting fate.