Hi there folks!
Yesterday, Jude was 10 months old. TEN MONTHS OLD. That’s two months until he turns 1. MY BABY. Thoroughly depressing. Motherhood time continues to be a mix of missing Jude being a new baby, enjoying what he is now (an ankle-biting terror), and also looking forward to who he’ll become.
We started at work and daycare four weeks ago, and Jude has attended 3 days out of 8 due to illness. He’s had two different viruses, gastro and an ear infection. We took him to hospital (twice) due to severe dehydration from the gastro virus. We’re talking pale, floppy, 240mls in 24hrs (plus vomiting/diarrhea), fever. The works. That was so incredibly scary to experience with him. And yeah, so I’ve only been at work 8 days out of 12 since coming back from maternity leave. They ain’t happy. (But they can also go fuck themselves since they are the biggest bunch of cunts in the history of mouldy old twats)
To other news…Jude is just the most incredibly gorgeous little man in the whole world no exceptions. He’s the light of my life and he makes every painful minute away from him worthwhile simply by existing at the end of the day.
Jude has learned a few noise words, and these are in order of preference:
May I please draw your attention to the fact that two animals, and the noises they make, came before Mama. Life-giver. Bringer-into-the-worlder.
Developmentally, he’s stuck midway between extremely fast commando-crawling / doing push-ups. There is no actual crawling (and no real need, as he can get everywhere he wants to go, and quickly!) The baby gate which we have had propped ajar for as long as we’ve had it is an easy feat for Jude, he just swings it open, crawls through and away he goes up the hallway. He’s considerate enough to spin around and close it behind him as he goes. So with this little talent, he can navigate the whole house and you know what, a baby is VERY easy to lose when they are fast, quiet and low to the ground. He goes into rooms and closes the door behind him, which is kind of a give away. Something else that alerts me to his location is the “thunk ding thunk” of his head hitting all the railings underneath our bed as he crawls into his favourite hiding spot.
Jude’s starting to bop around to singing and music and still loves playing the drums. Sometimes he accompanies himself on the xylophone. He uses both hands with a drumstick in each which I think is pretty clever for someone who is 10 months old, let alone someone who literally licks the dog bed. And the dogs for that matter.
I’m pretty certain he’s a “Leftie” so have been practicing writing his name left-handed so that I have a hope in hell of teaching him how to write. If Jude turns out to be right-handed, well then, I have a new skill to add to my resume.
Over the last month I’ve found joy in the strangest of times. Like last night, when I calmly held my baby as he projectile vomited his dinner and bottle. Softly rocking him, while we were both covered in spewed-up carrots and corn. Saying “I got you. Mama’s got ya.” And the secret joy in being able to comfort my little human being. (And having a little human being to comfort).
And – this will be the last time I mention work because they seriously do not deserve any more mentions – knowing that I have Jude and that everything I do is for him, I have discovered that I can do anything for Jude. Anything. So take that, fuckers. Do your worst! At the end of the day, I have a charming little prince who adores the hell out of me, and I can do absolutely anything if its for him. Ner ner ner boogey. Take your discrimination, take your bullying, take your over-zealous nitpicking and criticizing and shove it up your butt because I DO NOT CARE. Everything I need in this world lives at my home, and I’m just here to take your money and go home and have a beautiful life. You fucks.
Jude’s managed a few key words at the right times, such as “Bye Bye Nan Nan” and “Hey Dada”. Eye-wateringly cute moments to say the least. It still amazes me that one day we’ll be having conversations, you know.
Bath time is an experience. A dripping wet experience. He’s a bit of a thrasher, our Jude. He LOVES sneezing underwater and the sound that makes is hilarious. Hubby cries with delight every time Jude does it. Just imagine it – “Aaaa-chbbbbbbbbllllll” So darn cute.
His stats are a bit up the creek, with having been so crook for the last month he has lost a bit of weight and now weighs the same as he did 6 weeks ago, which is just not right. He’s gaining it back again, which suits him a heap better. I didn’t like my little man as a skinny minny. But he’s so tall! So get this, if he’s not even a year old and is 75cms tall and I’m 165cms tall, than means he has less than a metre to catch up to me… and he’s not even 1 year old! He is going to be a mountain. I’m going to need a bigger house and more food.
He has two teeth (still). He’s pretty good with them as well – likes to gnaw on the stainless steel table legs uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh god my blood runs cold just thinking about the noise. *Shudder* I literally have actual goosebumps. But food wise, we’ve had to fully revert back to formula while he was sick, so only in the last day or two has Jude been having solid meals. I let him have some bacon from my weekend breakfast, and he LOVES bacon. Yeah boy!
It is sooooo good to come home to his smiley happy face. He sees me and BEAMS! That’s love.
I hope everyone is well.
Mother-Blogger and Jude