The highs and woes of motherhood, a personal lament

Its been 2 weeks, 6 days, 8 hours and counting since Maeva pushed her way through into my arms, and frankly, I don't remember what it feels like to sleep more than 3 hours anymore.
Half the time I don't remember the days, or the hours or the dates.
At all.
Because my concept of time is a 3 hour clock called Maeva. 3 hours of heavenly sleep. Which is just as well because that is what her second name means, "Moelagi-Heavenly Sleep". Now I realise I didn't put in all of her name into the birth registry: "3 hourly Moelagi".

If it sounds like i'm complaining.
Why not? It's my blog and i did it to b**** and whine about Life. There!

I'm only human, and as such, we homo-sapiens tend to delve on the negative before we count our blessings and be grateful. Usually.

So i'll be unique today and brag on about how beautiful my baby's smile is, how I love watching her wake up, yawn and flex her tired little body as if she has been doing hard labour in Guatanamo Bay.
I love everything about her, how she now recognises my voice and how she stops crying when Gui picks her up. How she looks around curiously while she sprays poo all over the change mat. Or when I spend so much time bathing her, applying the rash cream to her backside, putting on her socks and then she does another big poo.

Before I had Maeva, I told myself that I wasn't gonna be those mommas who rave on and on endlessly about their babies...Babies, Diapers, Rashes, Sleep Patterns, etc etc.

But I came to realise I am that momma that normal people (like my former self) can't stand. Self-obsessed with their own offspring..a.k.a Poobrainer.

This is what I have to say to my former self (the anti-poobrainers):
Your will never appreciate the joys of motherhood and poobrain-ness until a small hand grasps your thumb, when they smile for the first time, when she falls asleep on your bossom and you feel her breath to the rythym of your beating heart. Until then, you will never know any better.

It's 4:46 pm on a wet rainy Wednesday afternoon, Maeva has another hour to sleep and I have another hour to hurry up and clean the house before Gui comes home and realises I have not done my chores. hahaha

Aroha nui from Aotearoa!!!

Today's photos:
Maeva's first play mate, lil' Rico, David and Roana's future All Black prop!

"Whose this giant?" asks Maeva. Maeva is dwarfed in Steve's arms.