Little surprises

Its been a weeks of figuring out when Elliot wants to be sleeping, shitting, drinking or just generally being fussy. Between pandering to his every need and taking brief escapes to retain a little sanity by jumping back to work, I guess it's amazing that I'm getting enough sleep to try to find some sense of normalcy now that motherhood (still quite an intimidating thought) has descended upon me.

Anyhow, in a rare moment of freedom for Elliot, I free-ed his hands of his mittens now that his nails has been trim... Little Elliot surprised us all by holding on to his own bottle while I was feeding him just shy of 4 weeks from his birth. I guess it goes to show that if we give some freedom to the people we're so desperately trying to protect, they could do more than what they're supposed to. Hopefully the months ahead will be filled with more pleasant surprises as this little boy shows us what he's made of. Can't wait to show him that the world is his playground and maybe that the sky's not the limit.

Help or no help.

For someone who's pretty used to doing things and figuring things out for myself. The mounting frustration of the sudden influx people wanting to give you advice on what you should be doing and how you should do it is honestly quite frustrating to deal with... especially when the advice is contradictory or unsound or laced with emotional blackmail.

Type of help I appreciate?
- help from people aware of the big picture
- help without strings attached
- help that's effective

Type of help that's uncalled for?
- criticism over existing state without a proposed sound solution
- illogical advise (e.g. if you don't feed the baby enough his skull will collapse in... like seriously.)
- help borne from trying to prove another's inadequacy

anyhow. tough days ahead. need to keep emotions in check especially when tired and frustrated.

Welcoming Elliot - The new kid on the block.

It's been a roller coaster week between delivering the little one, trying to figure out how to care for him and trying to settle into some semblance of a new norm.

Months of waiting and juggling morning sickness + pregnancy discomforts and the demands that running a climbing gym or gyms bring about finally came abruptly to an end 1 week earlier than expected. They say you need to prepare the older child for the new one that's coming... I'm not sure how much I've managed to successfully do that... handover was messy cos there's just so much stuff you didn't actually realise you were doing until  suddenly no one's doing it. Not including all the upcoming projects that you were in the middle of trying to plan for while not knowing what the demands of a newborn might bring about.

Raising C^2 definitely feels like it's physically and mentally steeled me a little with what's to come with raising Elliot. Long sleepless nights spent dealing with situations you're not familiar with. Never knowing whether what you're doing is right or wrong cos it's all just noise that doesn't always make sense. Once in a while, you might get a bit of hope to keep you going from that rare smile / positive review that breaks through all the chaos.

The climbing scene is moving ahead fast this few months... as much as I expect little elliot will grow too. Hopefully the reserve of energy that every mother seem to have will suffice for me in getting through the next couple of years and allowing me to give both babies the headstart they need to make it work in life.

To new experiences everyday~!