Saturday, 1 January 2011
Baby 2- Can you sell these things on eBay?
Ryn is sat in his cot, and an ominous smell is drifting across the room. I take a deep breath and speed across the short space between us. I remove the nappy and attempt to fir him with a new one, but find it a difficult task in my bleary state. Eventually I manage to get him re-covered and make my way back to bed. Just as I am slipping under the covers, there is another cry. I stand up and try and remember how many times this has happened already.
The next morning I am almost falling asleep in my cereal, but I managed to stay awake and call a babysitter to help with supervision. Once the sitter arrives I manage to fall asleep on the couch for a few minutes. Once I have replenished myself I get up to begin working on my newest project.
Ryn wakes up not long afterwards, and I teach him how to use the potty. "Mumma, when do I grow big?" He asks. I shrug in response, but he is persistent (a trait he gets from me) Ryn refuses to potty train until I say, "As soon as you learn to potty, you can grow big." He claps his hands and sits on the small plastic chair. True to my word, I let him grow up straight afterwards. "Happy birthday Ryn. The first of many." I whisper. He ages into a (mostly) well adjusted child. Our celebrations are punctuated by the appearance of our next little baby, whom I am sure will be a girl. I guess we just have to wait and see. Ryn likes feeling the baby, but one thing he does not like is school. Apparently it is all too hard on him, and he hasn't got any friends. This is the case for a few months, until Ryn returns home with a girl. Her name is Rosie Burgess and she is tutoring him. It is one of the nights she is over, that I give birth to James Anthony Everard. That night, I sit down on the couch and stare at the wall. We haven't got TV yet, since I could never afford to pay the cable company. I pour myself a glass of wine and raise it to my lips. "Here's to number two." I mutter.