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Life during a pandemic makes you appreciate the people and experiences you share so much more. It makes you realise just how fragile us little humans are…

At the beginning of the lockdown I was petrified. I have 2 small kids. I couldn’t afford to get sick. I didn’t want them to grow up without me. As the lockdown period endlessly stretched into an uncertain future, I realized that if we kept on sitting in our home I will probably be trying to make a break for it and run for the trees. I have never been not free. I didn’t like to feel like a prisoner and be cut off from people, the world…

I grew paler those first few months. My cheekbones protruding just a little more than usual. I didn’t sleep well. I didn’t eat well. I didn’t relax.

Then the announcement came, we can visit nature reserves – but not get out and picnic or sit at a restaurant. That same day I planned our first outing, made a list of snacks to buy and booked our tickets online. I was so excited. I felt like I could breathe again.

We visited the Lion Park, the Rhino and Lion Nature Reserve, Modderfontein, Rietvlei and any other place that was open. Eventually we could even go to some other attractions like the Upside Down House (which was very exciting for the kids). We have taken so many photos and I have printed out so many of them with my Instax Mini LiPlay for my office and family.

Then there is a day like yesterday where I had my first in-person meeting in a Mugg and Bean… and I just didn’t want to be there. Wherever I looked, people were sitting across from each other without masks, talking to each other… all in one enclosed space. Suddenly I felt panicked and I just couldn’t sit there in that closed room full of people without masks enjoying life! I paid for my juice and left.

I’m not ready. I still have 2 small kids. I still want to go to many beautiful faraway places with them. I’m not ready for the world outside of my little family of 4 humans and 2 cats.

Lexa has grown. She no longer looks like a monkey and her face has really puffed out to a human marshmallow shape. She is pulling the scale at a whopping 4.9kg…

The best part about Lexa right now…she is finally smiling. Not the smile we used to get when she was farting or having a nice poo while sitting on you. This is the real deal I find you the funniest thing in the whole wide world and you are the best thing I’ve seen all day. I think she even smiles wider when I laugh at her toothless smile.

monkey-to-marshamllow

She has her daddy wrapped around her little finger already. Whatever she does, daddy is right there.

Feeding time still sounds like a feeding frenzy of a pack of hyenas. We also figured out that Tommee Tippee bottles work the best with her. It seals better and she has less wind. Plus she seems to be lactose intolerant – so formula switch happening this week.

The one thing she has really taken a liking to is the Tiny Love mobile. I think it only has 3 tunes and it is driving my husband nuts, but the minute the music starts or it starts to turn she looks at it. The mobile has a frog, bird and a bee, you can check it out here.

She has had another immunisation this week and first paediatrician visit. I don’t like hospitals or doctors so my dear old hubby had to accompany us.

When will she see the beach for the first time? Soon, very soon. I’m actually very disappointed that she hasn’t been in the sea yet.

I still call her it – sometimes. I don’t find feeding time a time for bonding or relaxing. The screaming and crying is like a flock of seagulls attacking food… Whatever comes out of the bottom end is pure evil.

She isn’t normal – she has neck muscles that allow her to give bloody lips. That head whips around like an angry snake when it is awake. She moves around her cot like she is paid to rack up miles.

Feeding time isn’t relaxing or time for bonding. It is a feeding frenzy of a hungry shark. She whips her head lexa-3around and screams about the bottle she just can’t grab with her mouth. When she has it in her mouth it sounds like a demon and a monster in your closet wolfing down its prey.

When it falls asleep mid bottle that is a whole different kind of hell… it sleeps for 10, 20 or 30 minutes then the sirens get turned on at full blast. The monster wants her bottle. When she finishes that, there is no sleep. Sleep is the only thing she doesn’t want to do. The appendages are flying in all directions and the face scrunches into the most comical expressions – but the mouth may at any time erupt.

It didn’t even look human a week ago. It was fugly. Seriously fugly. It scares my cats… I call her Noisy Girl – as if that is a super power. It thinks it owns you and that you have nothing better to do than hold it in a specific position so she can sleep.

Lexa definitely takes some getting used to…

What is it about getting 4 months off that has me panicking? It is the fact that I know who I am and that I won’t miraculously change into a mommy that likes to stay at home. I need more than just a kid to make me happy. I need something to keep my mind challenged.

I can hear a peanut gallery of mommy’s jumping up and down yelling that it is hard work being a stay at home mom and that my motherly instinct will kick in…

Really, so you find it more challenging to change a nappy than to be a corporate shark? I can think of nothing worse than to be sentenced to the house on diaper duty while my brain rots away. That scares me. That really scares me. Why can’t kids just arrive at the age of 2 and spare the world the litter of diapers?

So what will I do for the next few months?

Hang around the house I guess. Maybe I will try my hand at a hobby or read a book. Maybe I will try colouring-in, I already have the book and crayons. Maybe I will bug my husband at the office. Maybe I will try to teach the cats tricks.

My husband is petrified of a bored wife at home – and he should be. I can do a lot of things that he hates like unpack my toys and leaving them out…

How am I supposed to be homebound for 4 months when all I’m used to is working in a corporate world? That part of 4 months maternity leave scares me the most. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with the baby, but I am also scared to miss out or the person that stands in for me messes up (because that can really happen).

I have made dear husband paint the walls for the baby’s room and he has finally finished that. We still need some bits and bobs, but we are keeping it simple. What we don’t have now we will buy.

I’m just going to say this, the baby already has a vanity with mirror and chair. It was a gift from her nieces that have outgrown their childhood furniture. It is so darn cute!

I also made this bumper for the cot… because I really like this colour and pattern. What do you think?

Cot bumper for baby

Other than that, dear husband is driving me absolutely nuts. His latest is, she cannot wear something if it isn’t pink. Seriously…

On another note, I will be on the hunt again for a surrogate to bring carry the next one for us. Double sigh.