A few days after the first massive Christmas snow storm, we had another winter weather spell: over 20 centimeters of snow fell on the city, adding to the 30 centimeters that were already on the ground. The result? Massive snow piles in the neighborhood, benches and patio fixtures disappearing under the fresh snow, unshoveled streets and sidewalks and blocked driveways. Just another day in Canada, basically.
Yearly Archives: 2012
As a freelancer, I’m online a lot. Granted, I spent most of my on not-so-exacting websites like French-English dictionary and language-related websites (and actually working!), but sometimes I need a break and I click on “Time-Wasting Websites” in my bookmarks.
Friday’s snow storm came and went and left behind a wonderful scenery: we woke up on the morning of Christmas Eve under a bright blue sunny sky. It was gorgeous, bits of ice and some snow had stuck to the trees and the streets were still all covered by a thick coat of snow.
Surprise surprise, the world didn’t end on December 21, 2012 and we survived yet another predicted doomsday. Gee, what a letdown! That’s it, I’m not trusting the world ever again—it’s been crying wolf too many times.
New inexperienced parents like us are easy to put on a guilt trip. The media, society in general and “helpful” salespersons will pressure you into buying items that are “safe”, “tested”, “eco-friendly”, “proven to keep baby happy”, etc. Problem is, you only have so much room… and so much money.
Down there? Seriously? I’m at the ob-gyn, I fully expect my “private parts”, aka “down there”, to be named out loud.
“I think I healed fine,” I said, “I mean I’m not in pain. But I can’t really see if I healed!”
Hint: I’m not that flexible. Even with some yoga training, I cannot look inside my “private parts”.
I only published the “by the way, I’m almost about to give birth” news on this blog when I was eight months pregnant. It caught a lot of people by surprise because I had just come back from a trip to the U.K and France. Yes, I traveled when I was pregnant. Why not?
Warning, guys: if you read this article, you will never see boobs the same again (and I mean it as a turn-off).
Today, let’s talk about breastfeeding.
Baby Mark, aka Baby Dragon, is two months old. “Already?” you may think, “Time goes by fast!”—yeah, well trust me some days feel like they never end at home!
I thought there was nothing more stressful than the incessant sound of a baby crying. But I found out there is: the sound of your baby crying.
The holiday season is in full swing and no matter what your beliefs are or what your background is, it is the time of the year to feel grateful, joyful, hopeful… and to make a wish! And yes, there are prizes to be won! Today, I’d like to invite everyone to enter a raffle and a giveaway.
People are strange. Why don’t they mind their own business? When did it become socially acceptable to tell strangers what to do? What are they trying to prove? It’s hard enough being a new mother; you don’t need sanctimonious comments—you already tend to second-guess yourself a lot because babies don’t come with instruction manuals.
I think we have the only seven-week-old baby who can look at the camera on cue…! Mark has seen me so often with the Nikon that he probably thinks I have a lens glued to my eye, like some kind of mommy-cyborg.
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.
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.
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).