cutting the cord

Good God. I had a baby SIX MONTHS ago! I can’t quite believe how quickly the time has gone and that the scrawny, scrunched up little boy I brought home from hospital is now a tooth owning, rolling over, almost sitting up boy complete with his own distinct personality. What surprises me is how new it still feels – I still wake up with the same feeling I used to get on my birthday when I was a kid; I can’t wait to see him even if it’s only been two hours since the last time he had me schlepping sticky eyed and half naked across the hallway to answer his cries. There is still novelty in everything, from ironing his miniature clothes to bathing him and putting him to bed. Well, almost everything – I am SO over the fact that you can’t go out in the rain with a baby without getting completely soaked, like I did today while Bubs grinned out at me from under his PVC rain-proof bubble! For a long time, it was hard to tell where I stopped and Bubs began – I will be the first to admit that I’ve been totally wrapped up in him for months at the expense of many other areas of life. Social engagements, for example, have taken a major back seat – which is probably a good job because so did leg waxing and until recently the Hubber probably couldn’t have taken me into any reputable establishment on account of the ‘no pets allowed’ sign. Lately though as Bubs has begun to seem a bit more sturdy, needs less milk from me and can eat solid food, and has started sleeping in his own room, I have begun to feel like I’m getting back to myself again. I’ve read a novel for the first time since I was pregnant, I’ve been to the beautician much to the Hubber’s relief – we even went out for dinner with some friends and didn’t get back until (shock, horror!) almost midnight. I’m still his mummy but I am also me – and it feels wonderful.