Last night I had a dream about my baby.
Same thing happened while I was expecting Captain. Just one,
really vivid dream. In her case it was spot on.
This time in my dream I had a pudgy little baby boy, with
blonde, fluffy hair. He had blue eyes and I was completely besotted. In my
dream I was at the La Leche League conference with him. I was carrying him in
my arms (I don’t know why not the sling either, dreams work in mysterious
ways…) and so glued to staring into his eyes, that I couldn’t find my room at
the hotel.
I woke up incredibly happy.
Today we went into town. Captain listened to stories and
built dens, while Buttons did some maths. Then they both had some time on the
tablets. We ran some Christmas errands, had lunch and chilled out in the
library for a while. Captain was showing her new coat to the librarian as were
heading off. The librarian was suitably impressed, and inquired if she had outgrown
her old one. “I’m so big now I can stand on top of the box (in the café) and
reach the colouring pages!” was her reply. What a strange and wonderful way to
measure your growth!
We walked to an indoor soft play centre, where the kids ran
around for two and a half hours. Buttons made some instant friends, and sweated
buckets during a game of tag. Captain explored the whole centre from bottom to
the top, waving at me with delight every time I spotted her climbing down. Then
the usual thing happened, and someone got to her. She ran to me screaming, and
from her sobbing and Buttons shouting from his vantage point, I put together
that someone had pulled at her clothes. This caused a meltdown of about thirty
minutes. The poor little one was telling me she “couldn’t stop her drops from
coming” and I held her screaming and crying little form in my arms. Buttons
came down for a drink of water, and observed that just because someone makes
friends with you, doesn’t always mean they’re nice. As upset as I was for my
little lady, I couldn’t help but be impressed that he’d come to this
conclusion. He often finds it quite tricky to spot that people can have several
sides to them, so this was a big deal in our world. Things settled down, Hubby
came to pick us up and we agreed it had been a good day all around.
Unfortunately it’s not just the kids that are growing in
every way. My blood sugar readings are also reaching new heights. There seems
to be nothing that’s safe to eat anymore. Tiny bowl of vegetable soup and a
slice of brown bread sent them soaring, even with all our running around. So I
don’t have high hopes for my next contact with the diabetes clinic… I am
cheering myself up by trying to come up with the perfect post partum snack.
Today’s contender was a sliced croissant with cheese. At this point though,
just the thought of eating without constant worry and a side of various needles
would make any meal heavenly…
