Vaike Õiglane

Dear child of mine. Your wide open eyes and cheeky grin is the last thing I want to see at 1 AM. I love you too, but you know there is a purpose for this nighttime – sleep!

Today is a “2 cups of coffee morning”. How many of those will I get before this 3 months nightmare is over?

Sometimes I wonder if I have a cat or a baby girl. All those scratch marks on me, on Ayra … Go figure!

What do you mean I get the baby who refuses a pacifier?

Tested my stroller today with 10 cm snow. Yesh! It works!

Babies shouldn’t be born in the beginning of winter so up North. Especially to single parenting situations.

Ayra is giant! A week ago me and the health center’s nurse both thought that there is probably something wrong with the scales. She said that those scales they have with them on home check-ups are a bit too “tender”. Ayra’s weight has been: 4515 gr when she was born; 4280 gr when we went home and she was 3 days old and 4680 gr a week ago when she was 6 days old (gaining 400 gr in 3 days!). At 2 weeks, today, she weights 4980 gr. This is insane!

Ignorant selfish people vex me beyond tolerance. I do get emotions, but losing any common sense because of selfish reasons … No, I don’t get it. Higher state of stupidity. Who uses children as an object of revenge? What kind of grown-up is capable of that? I don’t get it. I really don’t get it.

I miss Prof. I really need to vent.

I know it will never be that easy again. This quiet and serene. This lovely and delightful. I savor every moment of those first weeks at home with Ayra.

Give yourself a break.