Dave & Max are off today to stay with Dave’s parents at a little house in the country that they’ve recently built, & plan on retiring to. I could have gone, absolutely, but I’ve opted to stay behind & have myself a little bit of a girl’s weekend with lady Frankie.
The truth is, I need to catch up on & get ahead of some work commitments before I fly to Adelaide to be with my own family in a couple of weeks. But aside from a little bit of work, all I honestly want to do is just be with my daughter. We haven’t had any ‘just the two of us’ time since she’s been born, & so I’m just craving to be able to concentrate on nothing else other than feeding her, sleeping alongside her after her feeds, taking some photos of her, & just … lovebombing her, really. Actually just thinking about all of the impending calm I have scheduled ahead of me fills me with … well, calm!
The weeks following Frankie’s birth were nothing short of mayhem. It all seemed to begin with our having been discharged but just a few hours following our 36 hour labour, & then returning home to a house that literally needed to be packed up that day (& the next couple of days following) in preparation for our move that week. Yes, that week. They say that some of the two biggest things you’ll do in your life are moving house, & having children, & we managed to combine both of those things into one completely ridiculous week.
At the risk of sounding princess-y, I feel like I need this weekend to put my feet up & just … recover from that one completely insane week that just so happened to coincide with a pretty intense labour, & the resulting birth of my beautiful daughter. It’s a week that I don’t want to have again, because it was taxing, & there were tears, & arguments, & the added stress of a couple of side issues that I have no intention of discussing here on my blog – simply because there are just some things, & particular people, & my relationship with those people that I’ve vowed not to discuss here in this online space – mostly out of respect for the good things, & the good people in my life that this discussion might hurt.
So today, & tonight, & tomorrow, & tomorrow afternoon belong to just Frankie & I. And if the weather’s nice, I just want to lie in bed next to her, under a sheet, skin to skin. And I just want to be a big ol’ creep & sniff her, & enjoy that newbie smell. And by the time my boys come home, I’m hoping I’ll be a little bit better for having had this weekend to just be, & maybe I’ll even be a little less tired, & a little less grouchy too.
Photography by Clare Martin Lapworth Photography