Wiping away the tears

I am a supermum - if only for a moment when I return to my baby, wipe away his tears and feed him (again!).

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​Gifts: A German shepherd dog toy

​Friday 12th October

We had a quiet day today of me working on my blog, James working on the videos and Ron eating for victory! It is all calm and quiet - I think we found the "new normal" we've been waiting for!
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As the day was otherwise pretty quiet, I will take a moment to talk about breastfeeding. Ron is eating frequently and for a really long time - which means that holding him in a comfortable position is becoming a challenge. I can't seem to find a good breastfeeding position, one that remains comfortable for the entire 30-40 minutes that he is latched on. . . Today I tried laying him on my belly and it worked one time, but when I tried it again, he was agitated and uncomfortable so I reverted back to cradling him in my arms, which puts a lot of strain on my back. Hmm, I need to find a way that works better. . . 
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I feel like I am hogging the baby for the whole day. I feel selfish and unfair as I want James to enjoy his little baby boy too. . . but all Ronnie wants to do at the moment is eat and eat and eat. James says he is cool with it as food is something he can't provide Ron with at the moment and reminds me that "that's what the baby needs right now" so he is happy.  But still. . . It's me and the baby. All day. Everyday. 

This growth spurt seems to be lasting forever, but I seem to have adapted to the limited spare time (whole 2 minutes!) that the baby boy affords me. Once the "milk drunk" face happens and I know he is contented for a short while, I hand him to James and rush around the house trying to get myself sorted. . . Little things, like putting socks on or brushing my teeth have become such a luxury!

Sometimes I take a minute longer to shower or change or . . . do anything that I am rushing around trying to accomplish whilst the baby is with James and when that happens, Ron complains - loudly. And there is no amount of "bouncy bouncy with daddy" or even me talking to him whilst I rush around that can console him - he wants his mummy and he wants food! And he wants it right now!

I get to him as quickly as I can and notice that he has actual tears on his little face. Actual tears! Luckily, I get back to my baby Ronnie promptly, wipe away those tears of sadness and save the day! I am, if only just for now, a Supermum!

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I am really sorry, but I can't resist. . .

​"Even when I'm a mess
I still put on a vest
With an S on my chest
Oh yes
I'm a Superwoman"

Thank you, Alicia Keys, now back to my blog. . .

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The baby really gets heartbroken and upset when I step away - my poor little dude, so much sadness! I know that there will come a time when he won't need me quite this much, and than this thought makes me sad - I lovey being so important and so needed right now. I love having superpowers and being able to calm and console my little baby. I love being a Mum!
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​Gifts: A German shepherd dog toy

The afternoon was a little more entertaining as we were visited by two of our very close friends. They came to say hello to our little Ronnie and they brought him a lovely gift too. It was a stuffed toy in a shape of a German Shepherd dog! They really know us so well - we love GSDs! James worked with them in the RAVC, our first dog was a GSD and now Sam is half GSD too! They are fantastic dogs and so I am really happy with this toy - I wonder if it's going to be Ronnie's favourite? I have a stuffed toy dragon that I was given when I was 4 years old and it is still with me and still my favourite - so you never know!

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