Seven perfect hours

A very quick blog to express my excitement...

My baby girl slept for 7 hours through the night!!!!

Oh yes, for the first time in ages I do not feel like a complete zombie. Heaven.

I blame it on Greys Anatomy

A medical question;
Since having Maya, Doctors now appear to have a golden sheen. Why is this?

Is there some hormone produced during pregnancy that makes the medical profession more attractive? Is the sleep deprivation causing medical related hallucinations? Or is it the pure emotion of motherhood?

It started with my anaesthetist. Laying on the operating table, I was laying back and thinking of England (although, of course not in a sexual way) My life was literally in other peoples hands. As my blood pressure dropped, my vision faded, tongue swelled and jaw froze I looked up into my saviors eyes. Never mind McDreamy - he was McWonderful. He may have used drugs and oxygen to bring me back, but in my mind, he used his big blue eyes and bedside manner to save me.

Then came the South African midwife who gave me my little girl to hold. This was after multiple doses of morphine and a sugar laden ice lolly.... so you can understand when I say she had a halo and a golden aura.

The Irish paediatrician who looked after Maya was the gentlest, kindest, most caring....the list goes on. Doctors that take care of children are extremely special, and those that look after babies practically walk on water. McIrish was young, wore plaid shirts and glasses of circa 1995.... but my heart skipped beats when he walked in the room. Although perhaps that was because he made the decision on when we could go home.

Finally, on Wednesday a visit to the GP. This guy confirmed our pregancy last September. I remember leaving his office thinking "he was nice." He is late 30's, with hair in need of a haircut. Looks slightly like Martin Clunes without the ears. But on Wednesday I came out with a vision of Martin Clunes playing an iconic figure - Gladiator perhaps. (Oh, imagine that. Martin Clunes instead of Russell Crowe - would it have won any Oscars? I think not!)

Is it that these people now play a different role in my life, or is it the role of the medical drama? Did it start with George Clooney and I am only now seeing the light? Whatever it is, long may it continue. We have an appointment with the osteopath today... I wonder if he has the same effect...

A lazy blogger and a hungry horace

Ok, so I am officially a lazy blogger! But, come on, I have a 7 week old daughter who is a complete hungry horrace, and I have not figured out a way to breastfeed and type at the same time.

My wee girl is quite amazing. This week she has given us 5 smiles each day, has developed a unique facial expression which I have entitled "disgusted French chef" and now makes a lovely high pitched sigh after she sneezes. How much cuter can she get?

I think she may end up being a fine food connoisseur - that'll teach me for watching the Food Channel while under house arrest after my waters broke. At the moment she is just being a complete glutton - lining her stomach for all the lovely tastes which may come her way in the future. She had her first taste of Baby Pamol today and loved it (so did her mum, I had a moment of regression into my own babyhood.) We took her for her scary jabs, which were scarier for mum and dad than they were for her. She was absolutley fine. I think she is used to needles now after all the pokes and prods in the Special Care Unit.

I promise not all my blogs will be of baby boredom! But seriously, I am so proud of my wee girl. Look how far she's come already...

Start of my creative flair?

After reading (some) of the book "The Artists Way" I liked the idea of free writing... however, to wake at dawn to do it did not sit well with me. So, instead I thought I would try free blogging. Hope to get out my thoughts and emotions as well as tell a little about life as a Kiwi Crellin.