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Calling in the cavalry

So who’d have thought that making the transition from being a parent of 1 little cherub to 2 would be so hard eh!

Since the birth of baby Bear I pretty much haven’t had time to breathe let alone enjoy her tiny time.

The first few weeks were great, baby Bear was teeny tiny and basically just fed and slept and the Bear was enthralled with his little baby sister, always wanting to cuddle her and stroke her – it was really lovely to see.

Baby Bear is now 3 months old and I can say with some conviction that the honeymoon period is absolutely over!

The cuddling has given way to sneaking in a pinch when he thinks I can’t see.
The stroking replaced by kicking when my hawk like gaze is averted for a nano second.

imageIn addition it would seem that 24 hours are now simply not long enough for me to get dressed never mind actually do stuff.

And I am knackered
Absolutely. Completely. Knackered.

And husband is knackered

And it is all just knackering.

As a result of my complete inability to parent two children I have had to call in the cavalry.


As I type this my mum is now flying somewhere over Broome on her way back to the UK having come over for 3 weeks for a working holiday to help us out, although it was more just working than holiday. I think she is going to sleep for a week when she gets back, to get over it. It was so great to have her here for reinforcements and her help was invaluable. So much so that I really came to rely on her to make it through the day. The thought of mum leaving left me so panic stricken that husbs mum is also coming out to help in a few weeks time. Which means that in the space of 6 weeks both husb mum and my mum will have flown thousands of miles to the other side of the world all to help me to parent 2 small children.

When I write it down it sounds so ridiculous doesn’t it.

I mean seriously, how rubbish does one have to be for that sort of help to be needed?

I know that people get help from extended family all the time but even I have to accept that flying across the world is to the extreme.

I am very grateful to them both though – anything to stop me drowning.

One day I will look back on this and laugh about it.
I am laughing at the moment, rather manically with a crazed look in my eyes – but hey I’m laughing!


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10 thoughts on “Calling in the cavalry

  1. Paula Cummings on said:

    I don’t think it’s rubbish at all. Most people rely on parents/community for help with their kiddywinkles. It’s just that yours happen to live in the other hemisphere! Hang in there…cut yourself some slack. 🙂

  2. What lovely grand ma ma’s your kids have. So nice of them to come all this way. On a positive note, at least they get a holiday out of it (even if they are working) 🙂 x

  3. softthistle on said:

    Going from 1 kid to 2 was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Ever. And everyone says you don’t know what’ll hit you till you have your first child. HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And then all your one-child friends talk about how hard it is for them and you’re like babe, you have NO idea what hard is. None.
    And then they start talking about having another and they’re like well, we’ve had one, how hard can it be? And ohhh how you laugh. Till you cry!
    In other words. On my good god I get it! I remember those first months so well, and NOT in a good way. But it does get better, I promise you, it does.
    Once they start sleeping better and become more playful and interesting to their older sibling, it does get easier. And you are SO not alone in finding it hard, lovely. *hugs* and love and gin/wine/chocolates/all of the above to get you through this bit. xx

    • Thanks Marylin I’m so glad I am not alone in feeling like this I was beginning to think I was, so hearing that it is normal makes me feel less bad.
      1 was a complete walk in the park I have no idea what I was stressing about when I just had him. Xx

  4. Oh Rhi hang in there it’s just horrific really isn’t it? The tiredness, the mess, the crying, the tantrums and that’s just YOU! As for the two young children who are completely defenseless and rely on you for everything – I send you loads of strength, love and support. It get less shitty, not easier, but you somehow learn to cope, it’s like you stop fighting all the things you ‘should’ be doing and just do what you have to do to get by. Hang in there, Em xxxx

    • Thank you Em – it sounds weird but you saying it gets less shitty rather than easier makes me feel better for some reason. And I know I shouldn’t complain there are many people worse off than me. Xx

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