Moments: Brand New

The moment when you look down and there’s spotting in your knickers.

Brand new year, brand new period, brand new.. knickers?

The worse the period, the prettier the picture

 

It’s true.

Tampons & scars are not friends, swapping rooms and the never ending laundry

This is the view from my bed, I drew this on Sunday morning when my period was hideous and I was wearing a jumbo pad – tampons and scars are not friends. I had an extremely large episiotomy during birth, which I then haemorrhaged from, the stitching fell out leaving me with an open wound several inches wide & deep for about six to seven weeks. It was then cauterized with silver nightrait several months later. So needless to say, I am still reluctant to wear tampons.

(Do we wear tampons or use them? See I associate ‘wearing’ with clothes or a hat, but tampons we ‘use’, right?)

This room used to be our lounge room but we swapped them over, our neighbours are in a folk band and have parties on weeknights. We’ve talked to them and asked them not to rehearse their music after 10PM ( that is the law here, though I still think 10PM is really late!!) but I don’t want to fight with people who have no idea how important sleep is to me. We also could not hear Toddler if she woke up, which may or may not be a good thing. See, in the apartment before this one we had to listen to construction work non stop for six months and we all slept in the same, tiny bedroom. We were still waking up 3 or 4 times a night and giving Toddler milk to get her back to sleep. It wasn’t a good living space with a child.

So this apartment makes me realise how important a Home space is.

I am sitting on Hubby’s side of the bed to draw this picture. When I am not feeling well his side of the bed, his pillow and his blanket seem to offer more comfort to me than my own. Probably a bit like his meal always tasting better.

The laundry is a big part of my daily routine, I am trying to remind myself to put it on earlier in the day as this new machine has an ‘eco’ button and the cycle goes for hours and hours and I usually end up having to hang it very late in the evening. It’s funny, you just assume people who have a baby know how to be a family whereas we have learned that this is not the case. We really had to learn how to be a family and how to constantly adapt to all the changes that come our way with a child.