As I type this my beautiful baby boy is napping in his cot. He’s been there for the last hour. If you’d have told me that four or five months ago I would have laughed in your face.
Nova never used to nap unless he was in his buggy, in his car seat or on my lap. The first two locations were fine, but the latter could be problematic if I actually wanted to do anything. Sure, super long snuggles are the absolute best, but when you have a big to-do list or I dunno, just want to relieve your aching bladder it can be a bit of a problem.
I still can’t believe that I’m a mama and a mama to an almost nine-month old, going on nine years old baby boy. Seriously, you should see the way he crawls, cruises and climbs. It’s at lightning speed and with such confidence. He’s always one of the first to make a beeline for the front of the class, clambering all over whoever is leading the singing, signing, music, swimming (and whatever else) session.
If there are older children around then he’s on even more of a mission. He loves other children, but the older ones in particular. He gazes at them adoringly as they toddle about and I swear it’s seeing the things that they can do that’s spurred him to be so quick with all of his milestones. At the rate he’s going he’ll probably be able to code this site for me by next week.
So why am I getting all nostalgic and emotional? It’s the end of a chapter for Nova and I.
Wow, that sounds dramatic doesn’t it? Almost made me shed a tear. I never used to cry at anything at all really, not even weepy chick flicks, but now I’m as soft as anything. Must be what motherhood does to you, eh?!
So nine months marks the end of my maternity leave. *Sob*
I’ll be returning to work and Nova will be going into childcare for a few days a week. That sentence makes it sound like I haven’t worked at all for nine months, which is so far from the truth. Even people that know me have commented that it’ll be good for me to go to work again. Hmph.
Looking after a shiny new baby is more than a 9-5. There are no cushy lunchbreaks, weekends off or annual leave. It’s absolutely amazing, but it’s not a breeze in the park that’s for sure. Most evenings when he goes to bed I’m completely frazzled. Ecstatic, but frazzled.
I’ve been working on this blog during the evenings, so I guess when most people would have a bit of a rest I’ve been busy. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE this blog so it isn’t a chore and I’m not moaning at all, but it’s definitely work. I don’t have to, but I treat it as my job. Obviously I write blog posts like this one, but I also take the photos, edit them and upload them. I attend events and network both on and offline. I clear my inbox for it to then almost instantly fill up again. I edit and maintain my website, attempting to learn techie stuff on the way.
Anyway I digress. And like I said, Nova will probably be able to code by next week so I guess I can start delegating bits and pieces soon.
During our nine months we’ve been on some amazing adventures together and I don’t mean the regular baby stuff – that’s an adventure in itself.
It may be the end of my maternity leave, which is a little sad, but I feel so fortunate to have had nine whole months away from the day job to enjoy my baby boy. We’ve travelled far and wide, seeing and doing lots of exciting, fun things. The start of his life has been exactly how I hope the rest of his life will continue; full of happiness, wonder, adventure, excitement and lots of love.
We’ve smiled every single day and on the days when we’ve been exploring a new destination those smiles have been even bigger, which is a feat in itself. He’s seen countries that took me thirty years to reach and in these nine months he’s been on lots more trips than some people go on in their whole lifetime. Nova has been a true mini-explorer and we’ll remember all of those trips forever for so many different reasons; the one where he crawled, the one where we played on a glacier, the one where he cut two teeth, the one where we trekked to a Greek village, the one where we watched the sun rise and the sun set in the ocean…the list goes on.
Nova has enriched my travelling life in ways I didn’t know possible. In a selfish way, he’s been my perfect excuse to hop on a plane and indulge my own wanderlust. I’ve been even more of a free spirit than normal for the last nine months, not having to answer to anyone. We’ve been to Jersey, Mallorca, Greece, the Netherlands and my favourite of the bunch, Canada. Of course there have been lots of UK adventures to places like London, Oxford and 1066 Country too. It’s been an absolutely amazing time.
I’d love to say that for this last week of maternity leave we’ll be exploring a new country, but sadly it hasn’t worked out that way. Nova has some settling in sessions at nursery, so we’ll be squeezing in some day trips and outings in between those. It may be the end of my maternity leave, but I know without a shadow of a doubt we’ll be having lots, lots, lots more adventures in the weeks, months and years to come. X
Read About Our Baby Travel Adventures…
The First Trip With Nova (Netherlands)