7 am, 1st January 2014. New year, new start, new adventures, new – MOTHER OF GOD, OW.
There I was, lounging in bed with Stella, playing a happy if slightly exuberant game of ‘Where’s your nose?’ (THERE IT IS! BOOP!) when ohmigodmyeyeImblindmyeyeohmigodHELPME. Either it was a genuine accident or she’s inherited her dad’s fierce competitiveness. Whichever it was, she definitely won that game of ‘Where’s your nose?’ by poking me square in the eyeball with her stabby little ninja finger. Though I suppose, technically, she lost. That definitely wasn’t my nose, Stellabella. Whatever, I’m not looking for a rematch.
A quick trip to A&E confirmed that yes, she’d taken a chunk of my pupil, iris and cornea away with her and no, there was nothing they could do about it. Bah.
‘Never mind, it’s just an eyeball. Here, have some awesome drugs. Just be thankful that your baby didn’t catch rotavirus whilst you were in A&E for that half hour….oh…no….wait a minute. Scrap that. Your kid has rotavirus.’ *thumbs up*
It could have been worse. I know that. It really could have been. Thank god we weren’t in A&E for Stella, thank god it wasn’t her eye, thank god she didn’t get dehydrated from the non-stop vomiting that just about broke my heart. It was pretty rubbish though. 2014 has a fair bit of making up to do. That’ll teach me for bragging about 2013. Hmph.
2014′s first act of penance starts in Paperchase with the new stationery I’ll be treating myself to on Thursday before my breastfeeding peer supporter training starts. I’m so, so excited to be taking this first step towards what may become a new career for me, in the far away future. I feel anxious (new people! What if they don’t like me?!) and nervous (what if I’m not ‘good’ at supporting new mums I don’t know?) but most of all I’m delighted that I have this chance and determined not to waste it.
On Sunday Phil and I are going to see The Lion King. In London. Just us two. Excuse me whilst I waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh for our first Stella-free day/date/any amount of time since the moment she was born. It’s a weird thing to look forward to – being without your child – but I can’t wait for it to be just ‘us’. We first saw The Lion King in 2005 when we’d been together for just 6 weeks…I know this weekend won’t hold the same starry-eyed gazes and whispering kisses but I’m giddy nonetheless. (I have a new top. I*think* it’s a blouse. Grown-up, non? Cream silk with a black feathery-checky design, in case you were interested. Should I wear black skinnies or burgundy ones?)
In case you haven’t sussed already, I’ve been majorly filling time and dragging things out with this post. Because there’s really only one thing I have to tell you today. And when I do, you will all be doing this face -
‘What could make me pull such a face?’ you ask. Well, readers. We have a wee surprise for you. Whilst Anna is off on maternity leave (squee) and Clare is here in the UK on a well-deserved holiday (squeeagain), I’m getting a little help on the ol’ blog. From someone AMAZE. Someone you all love and admire and have, on more than one occasion, declared your undying love for.
She has lovely hair.
She is the cleverest person I know.
She’s a stonker of a writer.
She’s kinder than a stable full of unicorns.
She’s one of the bestest people I know for the above reasons and so many more.
(aka Katielase, but Clare, Anna and I were feeling grown-up and all profesh when we asked her to help us out/save my bacon. *sensible blogger face*)
You’ll see Katie’s first AOW post on Friday, her very first Any Other Photo. Not only is the AOP a total stunner, you can be twentytrillion percent sure that the intro will kncok your socks off too. Katie’s going to be hanging around the blog, much like the smell of fresh bread, brightening things up and generally making life more pleasant. She’ll also be heading up the Facebook page for the next few weeks and we want to say a huge, ginormous, elephantine THANK YOU to her in advance. KL, you’re the very best.
So all that’s left to say is welcome to Katie! Oh, and that you can send your submissions to us anytime you want. Anytime at all. Middle of the night is fiiiiine. (email@example.com) Just in case.