cabin fever
–noun
a state characterised by anxiety, restlessness, and boredom, arising from a prolonged stay in a remote or confined place.
After 7 months living fairly happily in our green wooden house in the Falkland Islands, I am ready for a change of scenery. The last few attempts I have made to get on trips have all been thwarted for a number of reasons and being the middle of winter the options were already pretty limited. Before we moved here I was used to being independent and footloose. Now, any trip out is a big undertaking depending on the weather, landowner, transport, fuel, state of alert on base and so on.
So our flight home is booked and packing is underway - civilisation, strawberries and sunshine here we come!!!
Friday 29 July 2011
Tuesday 5 July 2011
Words on Weaning
My baby girl weaned last week at the age of 28 months.
It has been a long and winding road for us but also a beautiful journey of togetherness. I will miss every moment now we are done.
For me, breastfeeding was not a choice, it was something I was destined to do, as family have done before me, as long as the body was willing.
From the first feed in hospital when the midwife popped her on and she looked up at me with dark blue eyes, my soul was bared and a connection was made.
Wean Me Gently
I know I look so big to you,
Maybe I seem too big for the needs I have.
But no matter how big we get,
We still have needs that are important to us.
I know that our relationship is growing and changing,
But I still need you. I need your warmth and closeness,
Especially at the end of the day
When we snuggle up in bed.
Please don't get too busy for us to nurse.
I know you think I can be patient,
Or find something to take the place of a nursing -
A book, a glass of something,
But nothing can take your place when I need you.
Sometimes just cuddling with you,
Having you near me is enough.
I guess I am growing and becoming independent,
But please be there.
This bond we have is so strong and so important to me,
Please don't break it abruptly.
Wean me gently,
Because I am your mother,
And my heart is tender.
~ Cathy Cardall
It has been a long and winding road for us but also a beautiful journey of togetherness. I will miss every moment now we are done.
For me, breastfeeding was not a choice, it was something I was destined to do, as family have done before me, as long as the body was willing.
From the first feed in hospital when the midwife popped her on and she looked up at me with dark blue eyes, my soul was bared and a connection was made.
Wean Me Gently
I know I look so big to you,
Maybe I seem too big for the needs I have.
But no matter how big we get,
We still have needs that are important to us.
I know that our relationship is growing and changing,
But I still need you. I need your warmth and closeness,
Especially at the end of the day
When we snuggle up in bed.
Please don't get too busy for us to nurse.
I know you think I can be patient,
Or find something to take the place of a nursing -
A book, a glass of something,
But nothing can take your place when I need you.
Sometimes just cuddling with you,
Having you near me is enough.
I guess I am growing and becoming independent,
But please be there.
This bond we have is so strong and so important to me,
Please don't break it abruptly.
Wean me gently,
Because I am your mother,
And my heart is tender.
~ Cathy Cardall
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