What I will not miss

Both times I was induced.  Despite some other panics I’ve had, I’m actually OK with this, because it meant I get to end pregnancy and start motherhood.

Nevertheless, people (in their lovely, helpful way) decided to bring out the horror stories about induction, which has perturbed my calm over the process/ excitement over the end a bit.  Also, my doctor said that sometimes it can be a lengthy process, and a) I could be in hospital for a week and b) I might have to have a c-section.  Given these less than optimal conditions, and the fact that I might be a bit stressed out when this little one needs actual care outside the womb, I thought I should write a list of things I will not miss about pregnancy, just to remind myself that whatever the process, this is all worth it, dammit. Continue reading “What I will not miss”

Child induced sleep deprivation

I am super-affected by tiredness, it makes me drunk and suppresses that part of my brain that controls my temper leading to a full on green monster bursting forth. It’s one of the reasons I wear stretchy purple trousers. I know the signs for when I am slipping down the slope and do my best to centre my zen and stop a full blown tantrum.

There are times when I have lost control, and they are scary.

Most recently was during the first week of Feliciraptor. A lot of sleepless nights were causing all edges to become frayed and it all reached a climax at 5am one Saturday morning. Acute sleep deprivation was affecting both of us as Feliciraptor was having a lot of issues with Colic. No matter what we tried she would not sleep for long and when she was awake she would scream, and she has a pair of lungs on her (I have a feeling she will be an Opera star or a world class free diver). I have difficulty just dropping off for an hour when she did so was not getting any rest. Continue reading “Child induced sleep deprivation”

The power of touch

The Feliciraptor will grow up in a world where the most important texture is smooth glass. The touchscreen is becoming ubiquitous and will be the form factor that my child will be using to interact with the technology around her.

She will play on tablets and phones, and possibly never know that books can come in paper as well. She will be accustomed to something happening whenever she presses what looks like a screen, it will have to move as she expects or it will seem broke. Just as my generation seems to have an intuitive sense of how a computer mouse works the touch interface will just work because that’s how it works. Continue reading “The power of touch”

Maybe some other time little one

Toddlers understand only one time frame, now! They have little concept of the future until they are much older so if it is not happening right here right now then it may as well not be a thing.

As I try not to have my schedule completely dictated to by children this can course numerous ructions. The promise of doing something later in exchange for doing something else now falls on deaf ears.

Therefore managing a toddler is all about managing their time expectations, and as mentioned they have none. Continue reading “Maybe some other time little one”

Teaching a bi-dictional child

It has been said that Britain and America are separated by a common language, but this completely ignores the 3,000 miles of Atlantic Ocean that happens to be between us. That’s a testable and provable fact; I checked it out myself when I flew over it.

Me and Mrs E have discussed the education of any children in America and some of the quirks of Anglo-American conventions on language came to light. In the interests of cross-Pond special relations I made some effort to compromise with my Stateside girlfriend and agreed that any progeny could use Americanisms, I would just choose to shun and ignore them if they did. Continue reading “Teaching a bi-dictional child”