Let me tell you, I will never use that expression again. Because you know what? Babies don’t actually sleep. Ever. They came to earth to suck your energy until there is none left and you resort to begging them to close their eyes and pay a visit to dreamland. That’s my theory anyway.
Monthly Archives: November, 2012
A day like any other. I prepared six bottles of milk, boiled water a thousand of time, attempted to put Mark to sleep four or five times and I was peed on twice. Gosh, it’s only 9 p.m.
Much has been said and written about having a baby… but how come no one warned me about these ten weird “baby side effects”?
Never mind—let me enlighten you.
The week has been busy web-wise, and my two “identities”, “mommy” and “expat” were put to good use for an award nomination and an interesting interview. First of all, I’m happy to announce that Expats Blog nominated Correr Es Mi Destino for the Expat Blog Awards 2012. Second, I was interviewed by Mummy in Provence as part of her “Global Differences series” in which she showcases stories of mothers having a baby abroad.
Feng, who is carrying Mark in his arms, turns around so that the baby can see me (or not—I never know what babies can actually see!). He stops crying, Feng breathes a sigh of relief (the little guy is loud!) and I freeze at the doorway. Me, a mommy?
Angélique and Tinlun are a skilled couple, but they are quick to point out that their two cats are doing most of the coding work. Yet, on top of keeping busy with freelancing assignments and contract work, they found the time to develop their own videogame—Pop’n’Spawn was recently released, and it’s addictive!
I had heard horror stories about what to expect in the postpartum (i.e. after birth) stage but again, I guess I was lucky, it was (and is) a good experience, albeit a strange and sudden one.
Between us, I don’t know anything about babies. Please don’t report me to social services (yet). And still between us, I only realized I was actually having a baby a few weeks ago. And that I should really start buying… I don’t know, baby stuff?
Unlike in France, money is not a taboo in North America. It took me a long time to overcome my French way of dealing with personal finance, which was basically “don’t even mention it”. The problem is, when you don’t talk about money, you don’t learn any tricks.
We are a family. We have a family. It’s the three of us now, a multicultural household in a multicultural country. Writing this makes me smile: I am now a mother, Feng is a father and we have a child. It still feels unreal but yet strangely natural.
Along with queuing at Tim Hortons, being overly polite and shoveling snow, border shopping is a great Canadian pastime. And I’m willing to bet that since the NHL season has been cancelled, a lot of us will head South on weekends to find good deals… even more so with the latest increased duty free allowances.
Mark took his first interprovincial trip when Feng and I decided to check out the fall colours in Gatineau Park, in Quebec. We drove around for half an hour—I’m always impressed by how huge the “park” is!—and made it to Pink Lake, a popular scenic lookout around the eponymous lake (which is not pink).
Each time I step out of the house—which is pretty much never these days, I’m getting cabin fever!—I’m surprise to see that somehow, the world is still spinning. Buses packed with commuters come and go, kids stopped by our house for Halloween, and now people are starting to do their Christmas shopping (I definitely saw a plastic snowman on display at Walmart—or did I dream that?), the sun is rising and setting like usual.
Blame my sarcasms and tongue-in-cheek attitude and articles on my French side—you know how much French like to complain about nothing and everything! So let’s be appreciative a bit for a change. It’s good for my karma and I take my karma seriously these days (yes, being pregnant makes you superstitious, I find). Here are ten perks of being pregnant, aka “thank you flowers and bees”.
Pregnant women’s body fluids are highly sought-after in Canada. For someone banned from giving blood because I grew up in Europe, this year, I feel I’ve spent my time peeing in tiny urine sample bottles (why are they so small??) and filling blood collection tubes.