As we sit here today, Ashton is 5 and a half months old. Life is busy. I've started working again and between that and baby, dinner and life in general, I have almost no time for myself. I need a date with my razor. I planned to shave my legs over 3 weeks ago and I still haven't found the time to do it. Disgusting isn't it? I'm still expressing (read: trying to express), still battling all the way and I can quite confidently say that while I have persevered with this from the start but it just isn't working. I still have a whole lot of eglonyl left over so I'll just finish it all and then give it up. I'm done with struggling with this.
We had to let the Nanny go. What a drama. She was all of a sudden slacking drastically in her work, so much so that we had to do our own washing and ironing. Huh? Add that to my list of things to do. To add insult to injury, my baby started fussing excessively, nappies weren't changed often enough, bottles were made too hot - when we would try feed him it was a huge fight until he realised the bottle was cold and then it was an absolute pleasure to feed him. I have been so stressed over the last couple of weeks.
Also, her father passed away and apparently on his 'death bed' told her she is pregnant iwith a girl. I laughed and ask her if she was and she said no. The weekend came and went and the Monday monring she rushed up stairs to spill the beans, she IS pregnant, but only by about 3 months. We gave her time off to attend the family meeting to prepare for the funeral, another day off to visit the doctor to confirm how far along she is, and another for her to renew her asylum papers. I almost fell off my chair when she said she was in fact 6 months pregnant, and she never knew. Well I must be bloody stupid but I can't figure out how / where she hid it. Oh and the funniest bit, she needed to leave on maternity leave in December. Funny, now that I think of it when I asked if I can buy her a uniform she point blank declined the offer. Anyway, I contacted the Nanny agency 2 days shy of when my guarantee was meant to be up, explained the situation and that we couldn't afford another placement fee they offered to replace her at no cost to us. We paid for her training and helped her get a bank account, even agreed if she were to leave she would repay the training costs, but in the end we told her she didn't have to repay anything and we would give her a star reference.
We have done interview after interview to try and find someone, even contacted Nursery Schools as a last resort. 4 weekends of interviews, about 6 or 7 nannies a time - that's a hell of a lot of Nannies. I have been over eating due to stress and hubby commented the other day that I have gained so much I look pregnant. Pfft.
We finally asked one of the candiates to come for a trial, but it didn't really work out, she couldn't even figure out how to make bottles. And then, on the last day I think we found someone good, at least I hope. She's with us now until we go away next week, and then she'll start officially on 6 January. Some of the previous ones were so bad I had to cut the interviews short. I started feeling desperate, but I wasn't going to settle on just anyone.
Ashton changing rapidly. He is the most awesome little guy! The light of my life. Just a week ago he rolled over for the very first time and I was there to see it. Two nights ago I taught him how to turn the pages in one of his little board books. He has discovered his feet and goes crazy in his jolly jumper. He is changing so quickly it amazes me. I feel really guilty for missing out on so much while I'm at work. I guess that's the predicament us working moms land up in. He is really such a happy baby, most of the time it's smiles and giggles but believe me he has his bad days too.
My mom in law has been here for about 3 weeks, helping out by being here when the nannies were on trial. Thank goodness for her. I would be a nervous wreck.
It was Ashton's 6 month check up at the Paed today and we also officially started solids today. We gave him his first tastof rice cereal last weekend for the first time, and then also during the week. He is now 7.1kgs and about 68cm tall. While he is an ok weight, he needs to gain more to be in line with his height. His legs have litreally shot out over the last 2-3 weeks. He is such a long baby!
We are going on holiday next week, a road trip down to my mom and family in Oudsthoorn - hope that goes well. We will be staying over in Colesberg, so this will be a slow drive. I can't wait for my Granny to meet him for the very first time! From there we will spend a few days in Cape Town, and then start making our way home. Apparently it is so hot down there at my mom and them, they are experiencing what feels like a permanent heat wave. I'm stressing a bit about having Ashton there.
Life has never been more hectic that it is right now, but somehow we make it work. I love every minute of being Ashton's mom.
Here's a sneak peak of my little monster, but I'll put up some more pictures later.
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