Today is Molly’s due day, 8/8/8, and it’s also the opening of the Olympics.
When Molly was born on 1st July, all the nurses were saying how it was a great date to be born on. Well, sort of, because our due date was even better!
Just before the opening ceremony started, we had a little birthday cake for Molly. It was actually a pavlova, but who’s counting. Speaking of which, how many candles do you put on for a 0th birthday? We decided to have one candle, which I had to blow out, because Molly was asleep. Louise and I then ate the pavlova, which was lucky, because it wouldn’t have gone three ways.
One of the big changes for us is the lack of time to do anything but eat, sleep, work (for me) and look after Molly. And even the work is just the ones that I’m contractually bound to. Other work? Film and stage project? Nah, no time. I even had to miss Scriptless last night because I had a massive headache from exhaustion. Louise is doing pretty well though, considering she’s doing 4 to 5 of the 6 daily cares Molly needs.
At this point it’s tempting to go off about how offensive some of the open ceremony was, but… there’s not enough time, aside from saying I wasn’t amused at the children of all the countries China has invaded carrying the Chinese flag, and seriously does anyone believe the whole “will the birds ever come back, we need to look after the environment” when they’re the most polluted country on the planet? I said I wouldn’t do a rant didn’t I… Did I mention the big white dove, the great symbol of hypocrisy?
Molly’s yet to reach that constant crying period, and we’re starting to think she mightn’t actually be a crying baby. We had a visit today from the community nurse (courtesy of the awesome RPAH), who said we’d start to see some changes now that she’s officially reached her due date. No idea what that means, but more normal sleep and feeding patterns were mentioned, so we’ll see how that turns out over the next few weeks.