Thursday, 2 January 2014: Two Hundred and Seventy Six Days Old.
We made the long drive home today, despite none of us really wanting to leave.
Ayla was much less settled on the return journey today than what she had been last week, and her tears weren’t as easily wiped dry with a new toy or snack.
After all the excitement and stimulation over the past week I think Ayla found being confined to her car seat boring and lonesome so we pulled out all the stops when it came to entertaining her.
After we’d run out of reasons to stop and stretch our legs, after Ayla had tired of playing baby games on my iPhone and after we’d run out of nibblies to graze on, Hubby and I finally resorted to singing Ayla clips of our favourite hits from the nineties (Corny Parent Status: Complete).
When we finally got home Ayla seemed to know exactly where she was and she started kicking and squealing with delight as soon as she saw The Dog.
Ayla also seemed to recognise her toys, and she got stuck into playing them like they were long lost friends while Hubby and I set about unpacking.
Wednesday, 1 January 2014: Nine Months Old.
Today is our last day at The Station, and it was hard not to feel sad!
It’s been awesome to escape from the daily grind and although a few dramas from home still managed to find us in the bush, being surrounded by Hubby’s loving, honest and down to earth family has been unexplainably wonderful.
It’s also been fantastic to watch Ayla hanging out with her cousins and second cousins.
Seeing her play with three other babies in a puddle of water left behind by an afternoon storm today was adorable, and watching her take her first “crawl step” this morning was priceless.
Ayla’s definitely going to miss all the activity when we go home, and although she won’t remember the trip her first visit to The Station has been recorded forever…
After todays storm, Hubby and a couple of the men set about fixing a concrete slab out the back that was pooling water.
And just before it set Hubby let Ayla stand on the slab, leaving behind two tiny footprints and an unforgettable memory.
Wednesday, 18 December; Two Hundred and Sixty Days Old.
It’s happening!! It’s actually happening.
Ayla has a tooth.
After about a week of seeing two little whitish bumps at the front of Ayla’s bottom gum, today there is a tiny glimmer of white bone peeking through!
Apparently it can’t yet be called “her first tooth” because it could still retreat back into the safety of Ayla’s jaw to await a later date.
I hope it doesn’t though!
As much as I’m anxious about seeing Ayla grow into a little kid while I watch, I would hate to think that little blade-like sucker will cut through her precious skin again.
Ayla hasn’t really put up much complaint about the cutting though; apart from four hourly wake ups at night and bit of extra irritability at bed time, Ayla’s been her usual happy self.
And, with nineteen more teethies to follow…. Thank goodness!d
Saturday, 26 October 2013: Two Hundred and Seven Days Old.
I have no idea what’s going on today.
After our third rough night in a row, Ayla has spent literally all day grizzling and whinging.
It’s so unlike her, and because of that I don’t know how to handle it!
Ayla’s been off her milk, refusing to nap and cries whenever I go out of sight, but she has no temperature or symptoms of any kind and even picking her up hasn’t comforted her.
I guess it’s teething but I can’t feel anything underneath her gums… Surely if she’s this bad they’d be nearly breaking through?!
Don’t get me wrong though, Ayla hasn’t been a nightmare under certain terms, but compared to her normal state of happy she’s certainly been Grumpy Smurf.
I desperately hope she’s better tomorrow, although for now I’m simply looking forward to an hour of no noise and no squirming baby in my arms.
Friday, 18 October 2013: Two Hundred and One Days Old.
It’s been over 36 hours without a nappy now and all is going well.
Ayla had the best nights sleep in ages last night; instead of waking every two to four hours, she slept eight hours and then another four.
I felt like a new woman this morning and I’m sure Ayla did too. Her rash was looking MUCH better and her morning smiles were proof.
But as the day wore on and got hotter, so too did the nappy rash.
We had a lunch date to attend so instead of nappies I dressed Ayla in tiny cotton underpants that I changed after every wee.
Ayla was the epitome of bravery and dignity the whole time. She didn’t complain or bat an eyelid when I stripped her down in the dress store, or when she wet herself at sushi… She was happy and smiling and glad to be alive.
I think Ayla’s been enjoying all the naked time, and I know she’s loved the fun new positions and activities we’ve been doing to minimise the damage caused by impending accidents.
I feel like I’m making it up to her, slowly, and it’s good to know she’s on the mend, but its such an awful uncomfortable thing that I wish I could snap my fingers and take it all away.
Thursday, 17 October 2013: Two Hundred Days Old.
Ayla’s had a nudie-bum all day today, and she’s gonna stay that way until we get this darn nappy rash under control.
The rash has been there in minor since I first blogged about it weeks ago, but this morning it flared up and spread to Ayla’s gorgeous chubby thighs.
It’s so awful to see my flawless and precious Baby Ayla tired and in pain because it hurts to wee….
So after a quick phone consult with my mum this morning it was off to the doctors for Ayla and I, hoping to find a safe, quick, cheap and effective solution.
But alas, the doctor declared the rash was indeed “very bad” and prescribed a course of creams to knock it on the head and ease Ayla’s discomfort ASAP.
As much as I tell myself that nappy rash is normal, and common, and part and parcel of living in the tropics, I still feel guilty.
There seems to be countless – literally countless – remedies, solutions and preventative measures out there to keep Ayla’s bottom as smooth as a baby’s should be and I’ve gone and selected the few that didn’t work.
I’m so sorry baby!! Mummy’s gonna make it better soon xx
Tuesday, 24 September 2013: One Hundred and Seventy Six Days Old.
Like Ayla, I’ve been under the weather for the last couple of days but today I realised I’m not tough at all, it’s just that my illness is running one day behind hers!
I feel terrible! How on Earth did Baby Ayla handle it so well? Killer sore throat, burning eyes, headache, runny nose, aches and pains – Ayla’s one brave little girl!
She seems to be a bit better today thankfully.
Her nose has stopped dripping, her cough’s subsided and she hasn’t vomited once, but she’s still a very sad little chicken.
Ayla’s been in tears for most of the day and I haven’t been able to put her down for more than a minute or two.
I have noticed that she’s clenching her jaw and sucking her gums a lot more than usual though, so maybe on top of being sick her teeth have been giving her grief too.
I’m hoping that Ayla’s all better tomorrow, otherwise I might have to take her back to the docs. I’m sure she’s ok, but I can only give her Panadol for so long!