Considering career options.
I feel that I am at a bit of a turning point in my work life at the moment. I have been thinking about what is next for my career for a little while now. Since I gave the Bear life I haven’t gone back to my old job and since moving to Australia, to be honest I have been having too good a time to think about work. Well, no, thats wrong actually; I have thought about work quite a bit and on each occasion dismissed the idea pretty quickly.
I am however, still considering my options and over recent days I have been toying (excuse the pun) with the idea of a career in child care as an option. I mean I am a mum myself, like how hard can it be really?
Now as you may know from my previous post, my sister, mum and little nephew are visiting at the moment. I have been looking forward to it for so long. I could hardly wait to hold my little nephew in my arms and give him a big hug and squeeze from his Auntie. I had also been really looking forward to helping out as much as I can to give my sister a little break.
I got my opportunity to help pretty soon into their time here.
Jet lag is a killer isn’t it and poor little nephew was all over the place with his sleep patterns having just endured a 24 hour journey which I have now found out was actually 3 LEGS long! So on the first night poor Samuel didn’t know whether he was coming or going, he woke up at least 5 or 6 times crying before going back to sleep again. On one particular occasion however, around 3.45am he woke up completely inconsolable (well I say he woke up, in actual fact he had been crying for much longer than that but I only heard him at 3.45am due to my sleeping so deeply that a full on hurricane couldn’t wake me). However, albeit a little belatedly I leapt into action to go to my sleep deprived due to baby/extremely jet lagged sisters aid. Mum was already there attempting to soothe Samuel which wasn’t working so I offered my services thinking I could hold and soothe baby in the hope that a change of scenery may calm him down.
Bear in mind that the crying/screaming/moaning and talking (of me sis and mum) was getting rather loud, so in an attempt to not wake up the entire house I suggested we go downstairs (in the dark).
Tenderly cradling my precious nephew I began my descent down the stairs . . . . . .
Out came my heel from under me and back slammed my head on the corner of the stairs as I slipped and fell down the stairs, all the while holding precious baby nephew. . . . .
Horrendous does not cover it!
Instinctively I leant back into my fall so that I didn’t go tumbling head first with him in my arms, and somehow I managed to take every little bit of the impact of the tumble. Miraculously I managed to keep a tight hold on him and cradle his head so that instead of his head hitting the bare wooden stair it was my wrist, instead of his back smacking the hard wood it was my forearm and my stomach as I twisted and contorted myself to protect him.
I came to a final stop about 2 steps from the bottom.
. . . . . . then there was silence and stillness – all 4 of us shocked to silence and immobility for a second,
and then . . .
and then came the tears,
. . . . . . and then sister leapt into action
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .and then mum leapt into action.
Precious little nephew was ok , absolutely fine, no bumps, not a scratch.
Sister on the other hand – traumatised
Mum on the other, other hand – paralysed with shock
Me? – Battered, bruised with a lump on my head the size of a mango.
. . . . . .I am currently considering alternative career choices.
He is ok – promise!
I am linking up with Grace today at withsomegrace for Flog Yo Blog Friday. Very apt for this post I think.