June 12, 2009
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I hurt my back. It hurt so much I lay in bed crying because I couldn’t move. I am such a wimp. But it kept spasming when I moved my arms or legs, tried to pick Violet up, tried to stand, get out of bed, whatever. The doctor said I’ve damaged the ligaments, which is apparently very common in that first year because of the way they soften during pregnancy.
My teeth have gone to crap, partly because I have less calcium in my body I guess, but also because I keep forgetting to clean them, being awake at such random hours.
Nearly lost it at the weekend. The crying was getting to be too much. She was stressing me out which was stressing her out. I had to go to my mothers, hand her over, say let me go back to bed, please. I think someone will be coming round to check I’m okay. They’re pretty good here at keeping an eye on new mothers.
Anyway, apart from all this I have this slight ‘nesting’ sensation I never had before. I always wanted to live out of a suitcase, move from flat to house to flat. If I could I would have lived in a hotel. I like the impermance of that idea. But now, well, the house must be scrubbed clean (I cleaned my front door [albeit a little half-heartedly]. I never cleaned a front door in my life!) and a nursery created. It’s about time she moved from beside my bed to her own room. We’re thinking a pale, sunny yellow. Any other ideas? Input? I’d love to fill the walls with pictures and I do have a few handmade things (made by friends). Time for me to get creative in a slightly different way.
Comments (6)
Yeah, after you paint her room a soft yellow you should get another pastel color (green, blue or something) and begin to write her story on the wall in your hand. Her nursery would become a living story about her and her mum and dad and surround her with a sense of herself and who you are. -
I have never cleaned a front door, either. I’ve never even thought about it. I think about cleaning the bathroom and kitchen pretty often, but that’s about it. Maybe hormones turn women into crazy homemakers? o.O Scary!
I hope your back feels better soon!
I painted my front door once. It had got kinda dull and scabby looking from the sun and rain. Out comes a pot of Ronseal (does what it says on the tin) mahogany varnish and it now has the turdy treacle tones of a taffee apple. I reckon now that it looked much better when it had that old-cowboy weather-beaten look.
Obviously you should paint the nusery violet… But keep her outdoors as much as you can. Babies love summer skies. I did!
I like Okiebu’s idea, quite honestly.
The rest sounds like rather normal new mom stuff. I can certainly understand stressing out… I certainly couldn’t do it.
I tore the ligaments in my back and it was miserable. Lying still on a heating pad, taking Advils, and listening to books on tape helped.