the end of the fourth trimester
To celebrate the end of the fourth trimester, Marigold has started rolling – and squawking and squealing and giggling.
I’m not sure how we got here so fast – birth, newborn, six weeks, three months; a beautiful blur.
This stage is always a bit tricky for me and these past few days have been an exhausting, slightly depleted mess of juggling and planning.
Because when the fourth trimester ends you’re essentially in the depths of new motherhood without the newborn lifeboat to save you.
Life is well and truly back to normal – except it’s a new kind of normal. Everything is leaping forward for me and Marigold’s ready to get going; she’s a little more wakeful, she’s moving and demanding attention.
This new stage requires a new rhythm and I’m still trying to figure it out. A decent sleep would help in this department but sleep is not in abundance at the moment. Ironically, Marigold is the only one sleeping. Last night we were calming a child who had dreams of giraffes looking in the window and explaining to a toddler that 3am is not a good time to paint his bed. Tonight? Lavender oil, happy bedtime stories, lullabies.
As spring creeps towards summer and the calendar fills with rehearsals, concerts, deadlines and end-of-year celebrations, I’m wary of establishing some semblance of rhythm to carry me through the days. Creating fluid boundaries will make sure I don’t fall apart.
So what does this rhythm look like?
- a load of washing on by 7am (I can load the machine and set the timer the night before)
- ideally washing out before the school run but this is unlikely to happen every day
- a morning activity for Percy – park, beach, cafe, library, op-shop
- lunch at home
- dishes done and dinner started before school pick-up
- afternoon tidy-up + washing folded and put away
- witching hour (I go somewhat batty)
- everyone into bed
- dinner dishes done and school lunches packed (a significant time saver come the morning!)
In between these chores there’s work to complete, nappies to change, a divine little baby to feed, a toddler to read to and many questions to ask and answer.
I wouldn’t have it any other way but my goodness my days are full!
So tell me, what’s your one thing that you do every day to ensure there’s some semblance of calm (despite the chaos)?