Lost in translation…

There is a lot to be said about motherhood, but most things you’ve probably heard. Like the sleepless nights and the endless days. I was prepared for that. I was prepared for a lot of crying and and a lot of throw up. But I didn’t get what I had envisioned.

We got a boy who, still, starts screaming before he opens his eyes. Who doesn’t sleep unless he’s being rocked or carried. Who doesn’t spend any time in the stroller, who doesn’t like riding in the car and mostly who is more easily bored than his mother. He’s a bit of a monster in most aspects, added to that his weight (one of a toddler) and you have yourself a bit of an issue. But he is glorious. So incredibly cute and curious. He’s not the least bit shy and eats with such passion.

Watching him discover different things is by far the most entertaining thing ever. To see those beautiful blue eyes take in all the surroundings is my new passion, along with observing just how good he’s gotten at taking his socks off.

He has also learned to pull his foot out of his pajamas…

The biggest change for me has been, what feels like, the solitary confinement. We are home A LOT. I’m not used to that, and I didn’t think I’d be one of those people who had to stay at home – ever. But Erik hates being out for too long and his schedule rules our world, because if he isn’t happy nobody is. And there’s a lot of suggestions coming from everywhere. Try rocking the stroller, try moving it across cobblestones and all that jazz. Erik doesn’t like lying down in the stroller, he hates sitting up in it. He really hates being rocked while in there and cobblestones make him scream even louder than normal. So, we stay at home most of the time. We do short outings to places where we can park close by, and we no longer attempt to eat out.

This was at Espresso House in Stockholm a few days ago. This picture was followed by a half hour long scream fest while I ran to the car. That was fun.

But it was preceded by this amazing picture. A baby resting while mom enjoys an overpriced scone at a coffee shop where we are seated under a stairwell, on a bench made of the same flooring as pictured with some sat-in pillows.

The romance kind of disappears when you take it all in. It’s a perfect picture of a moment in time that was not nearly as nice as it’s made to look.

Instead my life is filled with this, hand washing bobos and cleaning. It’s filled with cooking and eating while standing up.

Today I made us oven fried potatoes (with Vegeta, rosemary, crushed garlic and tons of oil), minute steak, fried mushroom and onions with a side of a mixed salad with tomato and onion (salted, oiled and with a hint of red balsamic vinegar) along with a store bought parmesan sauce.

After we had been away to buy the little whale a sleeping bag for winter and Sean had been to an interview we headed home for more home adventures.

Erik had tummy time with dad.

They played on the floor while I took silly pictures of them.

Erik and I hung out in bed, to get some rest before bath time.

Bath time is a great time, most often.

We got a new outfit on and he was fed and is currently being rocked by Sean in the hopes of all of us getting some sleep tonight.

That’s what the days look like. The old life has lost its charm, but I haven’t quite settled into the new one yet. But for every day that passes it gets easier and easier.

Life sure is funny that way.

When did I age?

Mrs. Campbell

Shopping

Today I went on two separate shopping outings. First one was with the husband to pick up a Baby Björn baby carrier from a neighbor. She didn’t need theirs anymore and sold it to us for barely any money. Then we were off to a couple of baby stores, namely Lekmer and Barnens Land in Barkarby (a part in northern Stockholm). We like thise stores a lot and went through them to get some ideas and do some shopping.

There we picked up two blankets, a teether rattle and another rattle. I can’t help myself when I see something cute or funny, so the blanket that looks like a dog, when rolled up, was a given addition to the baby stuff. We also needed a soft gridded blanket and the rattle looks like an elephant – how do you say no to that!? The teether rattle is of Paddington Bear. We simply had to have it.


After a turn in those stores I met up with the best friend and we went looking (me mostly looking with my wallet) at baby clothes. I’ve noticed that baby socks are the funniest thing I’ve ever seen especially ones I got at Polarn O. Pyret the other day.


They seriously crack me up every time. They’re so small. Incredibly cute but so insanely small.

Anyway, today I found the sale section at Åhléns and I went a bit nuts. Controlled nuts, but a bit out of hand nevertheless. Mainly because we’ve decided to not buy too much now but rather wait until March and/or April. But my issues with self control in these situations is becoming evident.


Today’s haul. I think the jeans (size 56, 0-2 months) are my absolute favorite. Together with the doggie blanket. 

We have a chest of drawers dedicated to the little man, and now his clothes have a drawer of their own. The toys are a bigger issue, because they need more space than we have, so now we have to cool it with the purchases. Which is hard, because cute things.


That’s some more baby clothes, if you weren’t bored already.

I realize that these things are not very exciting for people who already have kids or those who don’t have any. It’s kind of only interesting for those who are currently expecting or those who, like myself, always found tiny things hilarious. 

We can’t wait to see the little guy, the one that’s currently enjoying his space so much so that he’s trying to knock down a few walls to make it bigger. It’ll be a lot of fun to get to see him in his little outfits and watching him grow up.

But in the meantime he’s kicking up a storm and I’m shopping away. We’re all doing well and are pleased with the current situation. Life is good, today. It is actually really good.
Mrs. Campbell 

No one told me…

So I’ll tell you. I’m in my 22nd week and the baby is alive and definitely kicking. Sometimes he has a drumsolo on my bladder, and it is the weirdest and most uncomfortable sensation ever. It feels like you’re going to piss yourself right then and there. The kicks are generally very uncomfortable even this early on. So whenever someone says that it’s nice feeling them and get all cozy about it, know for sure that it’s a lie.

It is extremely reassuring to feel the baby kicking, it provides a comfort in a wirld of confusion and worry. Not uncommon to feel extremely nervous and anxious. No one tells you about that.

The fact that you will worry yourself out of sleep when you can’t feel the baby kick or move about. No one tells you that there are full weeks called “the ghost weeks” where you don’t feel pregnant and start doubting everything. Wondering if the baby is still there or still alive. Fully normal but still terrifying.

No one tells you that your back and hips may give way early on and that your significant other might have to put your shoes on for you and help you get dressed. No one tells you that getting a uti is common but what’s even worse is the constant yeast infections. They hurt and drag on and lord help you if you don’t respond to the medication, like yours truly.

No one talks about the nipples hurting and expanding to biblical proportions. Or that you will be itchy, like a junky with bas withdrawal. They won’t tell you that not all women get the great skin snd hair, that glow that some have is instead a grayness and brittleness in others.

I have more zits than I ever had in my teen years. I’m constantly hungry, hormonal and tired. And I could fart constantly.

It’s not very charming. But it is pretty neat, don’t think for a moment that it’s not an awesome experience. Even with the lack of sleep, the constant pering and the sore boobs. It is still super strange feeling someone kicking your butt from the inside. But once he makes his entrance we will be able to kick his butt, in most things – except cuteness. Can’t beat a baby’s cuteness. 

And all those tiny things, tiny outfits. They’re so neat and have no business being so small! Too cute not to absolutely adore.

Mrs. Campbell