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Where have I been? Where I have been.

ARGH! Small Z is ONE MONTH OLD on WEDNESDAY. On Wednesday? On Wednesday. This is impossible but true. I have been feeding something that used to live inside me every two hours or so for ONE MONTH. And this is why I have decided that the delicate shade of the purple smudges under my eyes suits me. My new favourite colour – if it was a paint it would be Lavender On Dusk.

So besides my milk-bar duties? We have been busy attending family birthdays with casual abandon, clawing our way through the nights and watching the days slip through our fingers with thinly disguised disbelief. It’s all a bit sad, happy and bizarre, mixed up into a flavoursome milkshake.

Today Z and I went for our first solo adventure into town (and when I say ‘town’ I mean the one where I work – about an hour’s drive away). Yes, we could have just gone into the cultural mecca that is Cranbourne – but I had an appointment with my osteopath. When the relaxin from being pg left my body, my two favourite and competing afflictions came straight back – dodgy left jaw and suspect right shoulder. Gah.

On the way in I stopped to get some diesel at the petrol station and discovered something that I had not known about before – hi-flow diesel. This is a diesel delivery system that is designed to freak out the sleep deprived. The nozzle barely fit into the inlet on the car, and in about five seconds the gauge read about 30 dollars. Huh? For a few minutes I was convinced that the person before me still had their amount on the pump – but no – it’s just a super fast pump that splashes diesel all over your hands when it has finished. It was only later that I realised the parallelism…

Z and I met my mum (Z’s nan – ha ha hee!) before my appointment and Z duly milked two fancy new dresses out of her in the first hour. The weird thing about my mother is that she seems to be somewhat of a baby-whisperer and Z slept on her in the waiting room throughout my 45 minute appointment. We then did lunch (I am getting more and more used to showing my breasts to people in cafes – say hello to Mountain One and Mountain Two, world…) and, after my mum had chased a Very Large Huntsman off the car, Z and I went to L’s to visit.

Generally our day out was good – although the traffic home was dire. It was a little bit hard schlepping all the baby crud around with me, but I think this was mostly because I had Z in a sling – we haven’t used the pram yet. However, the instructional point of the day was my discovery that my boobs have a mechanical doppelganger – the Hi-Flow Diesel! Poor Z tries her best with my Hi-Flow but often just splutters at the onslaught of milk and has to take breaks just to cope with the whole experience. Of course, she is already very feisty and feels obliged to narrate her existence with the worlds most weird piratical grunts and R2D2-esque chirping – being semi-drowned by her one food group leaves her sounding like a scavenging brown bear…




Hello Marco!


  1. Karen

    It brings back many memories especially one vivid one I have of shopping downtown (small town at time) and having to manage one toddler and one baby dressed in bulky snowsuits, trying to lug one under either arm into the store – not fun.

  2. Rae

    Going out with my first was the best thing. I was hardly ever home. She was known as the kid who lived in my car ๐Ÿ™‚ What’s happened since with 2,3 & 4? Heh, they never leave the house! That said, neither do I *sob*

  3. b:p

    God – lugging one is hard enough – but I think it was mostly due to using the sling and having a heavy bag full of baby crud. I am, however, continually thankful that she is a summer baby and that at least I’m not having to get her in and out of layers of clothes – she’s got clothes in abundance, but generally wows her fans in a singlet and nappy combo. True haute couture.

  4. Karen

    I don’t know if they sell them over in Australia but if you can pick up one of those baby carriers that look like a knapsack only you wear it on the front then at least you have two arms free. Mind you it’s only comfortable until the baby gets to a weight where it puts a strain on your back.

    It’s great for carrying around a fussy baby (well most babies) because they seem to go to sleep in it but it leaves you free to do some work around the house.

    Course now that I think of it probably too hot for use in summer in Australia.

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