Sunday afternoon - Mia @ 5 weeks

Little more than five weeks have passed since Mia's birth. With each more day to pass, we seem to get more accustomed to each other. For instance: she let's me have my breakfast and newspaper read in the morning, while I take her on fun trips such as to the nearby lake in the afternoon. Just one of our little and silent compromises which make our joint life even more enjoyable :)

Second best option

We are not together, yet good friends - the second best option after a happy relationship, and way better (in my eyes) than a forced relationship "for the sake of the child". Personally, I believe it's easier for a child to handle parents who are just friends than parents who stay together without really wanting to be a couple, usually breaking up after having it tried for a few years. Call me a coward or a lazy girl for not giving the relationship a second chance, but to be frank, I wouldn't want to risk the friendship over it.

And all those who have made comments over the past few months such as "a child needs a father" I can only reply once again: Mia has a father who - I am sure - will be an excellent dad, even though he might not always be living in the same place. And to all those who think being a single parent is tough: so far, I can't complain :) Living with Mia has so far been just as easy as carrying her in my belly ...

Three weeks of Motherhood

For three weeks and one day I have enjoyed motherhood now already. The change from being a single with a growing belly to being a mom with a amazing baby is also the main reason why I have admittingly slacked off on updating this blog. To be fair to myself, I have tried to update the blog twice: upon completing the first week of motherhood, and upon completing the second week of motherhood. Unfortunately, I have never gone farther than writing down the headings "one week of motherhood" and "two weeks of motherhood". Assuming that all of you know the basics of mathematic, I have decided not to post these heading-only updates to remind you of how long I have been living with Mia.

So now it's three weeks, and I am finally on the right track to go beyond the title of a new posting.
But not knowing how long Mia will continue to curl herself peacefully into her dads arms (who has come all the way from Afghanistan to do exactly that: let Mia curl herself into his arms), I will keep this post rather short and give you a brief balance of the past three weeks...

• average night/day hours Mia sleeps: 18
• average night/day hours I sleep: 5
• average number of hours I spend breastfeeding Mia: 5
• amount of weight Mia has already gained: 800 gram
• amount of kg I have lost since the delivery: 10
• Mias average daily diaper consumption: 8
• number of smiles Mia has given me so far: 3
• number of smiles I have given Mia: uncountable
• number of books I have managed to read since Mia's birth: 2
• number of facial expressions Mia is alraedy able to make: uncountable. She basically presents a different expression every time I am looking at her
• number of times I have taken Mia on a walk (or rather push as Mia is obviously still enjoying such trips while lying horizontally in a babystroller) through the forest: 3
• number of times my mum passes by my flat each day to "have a look at Mia": I stopped counting.

To be continued... more insights on how it is to suddenly have a baby to take care off will follow...

Mia

Following the longest nine months in my entire life, Mia Nourida was born (naturally) last Friday, 8th May. While the delivery was way more painful than I had expected it to be, my life with Mia has been way more easy than I anticipated it to be, at least up to now: in essence, she is sleeping (three hours at a time), followed by a short cry, then she gets her diapers changed, fed, hold for a few minutes, before she falls asleep again :)

Nachtbuch

Wenn man Nacht für Nacht von jemandem wachgehalten wird, scheint irgendwann die Idee eines Nachtbuchs, anstelle eines Tagebuchs, irgendwie naheliegend. Während bis vor wenigen Wochen noch der Großteil der Nacht dem Schlafen und Träumen gewidmet war, unterbrochen lediglich von gelegentlichen Ausflügen auf die Toilette, sind mittlerweile die Ausflüge zu der Toilette zum festen Bestandteil geworden, und die Zeiten während der Ausflüge zu schlaflosem Wachliegen. Was eben zu der Idee verführt, das Nachtbuch, dessen erste Seite bereits in mehrfacher Ausführung in meinem Kopf existiert, niederzuschreiben. So ganz klassisch, mit Kugelschreiber, auf echtem Papier. Um die wachen Stunden während der Nacht eben nicht mit Gedanken- und Bauchwälzen zu verbringen, sondern sie dazu zu nutzen, etwas Bleibendes zu schaffen. Leider wurde meinem Vorhaben, hundertfach durchdacht, ein jähes Ende gesetzt; denn anscheinend, laut morgendlicher Zeitungslektüre, liegt das Buch und das nicht digital Erhältliche ohnehin schon mit einem Fuss im Grabe. Und digital ist eh schon mein Blog. Also, kein Nachtbuch, dafür ein Nightblog? Zeit, Namen des Blogs zu ändern? Irgendwie bin ich ja eh schon längst heimgekommen - angekommen.

Gelassenheit - das dazupassende Bild

Gelassenheit

Es ist das Lassen das zur Gelassenheit führt.

Wiedermal was nützliches, das ich von Ö1 heute morgen erfahren habe, über einer Tasse Kaffee, einer Zeitung in der Hand, die Reste von Marmeladebrot im Mund, den Blick hin und wieder nach draussen schweifend wo erste Sonnenstrahlen die Grüntöne der Berghänge aufleuchten lassen. Bei soviel Weisheit schmeckt das Frühstück gleich noch mal so gut.