with the light on,
reading.
Baby's in her own room now
so I'm allowed to do this.
It feels so decadent.
Having a soak in the bath.
Not having to rush
'cos my husband's at home.
It's a good thing
but it feels kinda selfish.
Church on a Sunday.
praying
she won't cry too loudly
or annoy anybody.
Breastfeeding-
not about 'look at me',
I'm just feeding my baby.
Don't get me wrong-
I love it-
a real blessing from God
but I don't like feeding
her in the toilet.
Date nights and cinema trips
almost unheard of-
at least for the moment.
Can't go out baby-free
without special arrangements
and asking for favours-
mostly from Grandparents
or church friends.
What would I do
if they lived far away?
I'd hardly ever get a break.
Raising a child is not meant
for just one or two-
it's all about community.
Not much sleep most nights
though it's not too bad this time.
Thanking God whenever
I get six hours in a row.
I'm not complaining,
just saying.
Being tired is boring
and I'll try not to bore you.
Taking the pushchair
wherever we go.
Can't always fit on the bus
or through the aisles
in the shops.
It seems to annoy some strangers
that I have to transport my baby.
Having to say loudly
'excuse me' (politely).
Sorry.
Cuddles and giggles
first thing in the morning.
Love at first sight
and for all of my life.
Nothing in the world like it.
Parenting-
demanding and tiring
but always rewarding.
This is my job and I love it.
I love this poem Alex - it's so true! Just substitute six hours in a row with three hours and grandparents that do live far away, and that's me!
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