What's in a day...

I cannot believe how quickly the last couple of months has gone.

Willow is quickly becoming a little person and not so much of a newborn as she once was. And I'm starting to see why people with a lot of kids say that the first is the hardest. With the firstborn, you have to learn to live differently and to learn to function on small pockets of sleep scattered throughout what some would define as a "day".

After birthing Avalon, I realised that as a new Mum, a "day" no longer contained all the things that a pre-baby day usually would. And as such, the term "day" was used loosely. I remember when a day was compartmentalised into the sleep period, and then the period of activity. The sleep would usually occur during times when it was dark and quiet outside. The activity when the sun was up. And there would inevitably be large quantities of relaxation and enjoyment and respite interspersed periodically in this "day".

While I do enjoy periods of relaxation (as this blog would suggest), it always holds an air of hope to it now. Hope that I do enjoy this time alone, undisturbed. Hope that the time spent relaxing was the best choice, or whether sleep would have been a better call. And hope that this won't be the last pocket of "me" time I gain in the next few days, Because sometimes with sickness in the household, it can be.

The periods of sleep an activity are as a new Mum, all over the shop. Newborns often awake for the night time and then sleep throughout the day (when most people and toddlers expect for you to be out of bed and at least coherent.)

And the fact that sleep no longer defines the end of the day and the start of another is a little unnerving. It throws you off for a while. 

Besides, what day is it anyway? I'm often even asking at doctors offices what month we're in. Apart from Christmas month and my birthday month, I'm pretty much oblivious now.

So as I go down for one of my short "naps" for today (or is it tomorrow) I thought I'd share something that once took me for a spin, but which I have now accepted as my life. And I look towards the day, not without some sadness, of when days will return again to be what they formally were. (if that even makes sense)