… this time I was sitting with my new baby boy in my arms, with him lying on my chest and marveling at the amazing experience I went through earlier in the day. Parts of it were not so amazing, like the spinal which is the weirdest feeling ever. The part of not being able to go home when I wanted to and had to go in for a c-section. The part where I was shaking out of control and trying desperately to regain feeling in my body, and being kept awake while I was on powerful meds. But then the amazing parts were when my little guy gave his first scream and he was lying on my chest, just looking at me through little squinty eyes, and looking so forlorn. My motherly instinct kicked in immediately and I was just holding him any place I could reach. When everyone left and it was just me, Hubby and Caleb. And when Hubby left, me lying backward in my hospital bed, with Caleb on my chest. The nurse’s face when she came in to get him and saw us like this. He was so tiny then.
And now, six months later, he’s a gargantuan little man. Tall and sitting by himself, and showing signs of impending crawling. He’s such a chilled little guy and adapts to most situations with ease.
Like this afternoon. We returned from the farm in Thabazimbi and since yesteday morning he’s been feverish and in pain with his ears, and chewing on his fingers the whole time, drooling all the while. But even while teething, he’s still such a happy little thing. Always chatting and smiling and being the little apple of his mommy’s eye.
About the weekend – beautiful place but hectically neglected by the proprietor’s son… the farm was given to the son to maintain, as his business. He’s a professional hunter and supposed to receive hunters, take them out hunting and put the money received into the business accounts. What he’s been doing is shooting everything he can and selling the meat to butchers in Pretoria North, while none of the money he gets if anyone ever goes to shoot anything goes into the business account. He pockets everything and expects his father to pay R 30 000 to maintain the farm each month. Father said enough. He’s not doing it anymore and the farm is in the market to be sold.
Anyhoo, Hubby trawled all over the entire place looking for something to shoot and couldn’t find what he was looking for. He could have gotten a blue wildebeest but wasn’t sure of the gender, and if he shot a male he’d have to pay R 3000. And while everyone was very keen on taking Caleb off my hands so that I could relax a bit, I didn’t and I didn’t enjoy it as much. Its just different with a child. I knew it wouldn’t be as much fun for me and that’s why I wanted to stay home. Add to the fact that we only left here at 20:00 on Friday evening and it was a 3 hour drive! We only got there at 23:00 and it was piss cold, but I haven’t seen the milky way in such a long time, it was truly beautiful. Caleb was very rustig on the way down, slept the whole time. When we got there we all had some OBS to break the chill, and then I retired to our room immediately, after the loooooong drive and sitting still in just one position for 3 hours.
I didn’t see much of Hubby this weekend and neither did Caleb, and it’s amazing how he misses Hubby when he’s not around. When Hubby appeared for lunch and dinner, Caleb was ecstatic and full of chats and giggles. The only problem was FIL. He was pushing Hubby to keep going to look for something to shoot, cos he would get half of the cut. Hubby barely had time to rest, he was up and at them all the time. By this morning he was so irritated with his dad already, and FIL kept pushing the time. Kept saying that Hubby could have two more hours to go look for something and by then it was already lunch time. Hubby finally said no, he’d had enough, but this was only after he saw my expression. I didn’t want to get home after dark, because Caleb is in a routine, and I’m sorry but he comes first.
And so we only came home after dark. Stopped here at 18:15. It’s cold, Caleb is gatvol of his car seat and difficult and they still wanted us to drive over and have dinner, and go get our stuff. I told Hubby to just unpack our stuff as we were not going anywhere again, Caleb’s body was aching and he was niggly. And as it turns out, they didn’t unload everything so Hubby had to get in the car anyway to go get our stuff. It’s one bag only… and it has our toothbrushes in.
And now we have to tackle this week after virtually no rest this weekend… it’s going to be a long one. I normally rest as much as I can on weekends. Maar nou ja. Hubby got his weekend away and that’s probably all that counts I tell you, the man is formidable with a 307 in his hands. He belongs in the bush, he would be an excellent hunter or farmer.
And I’m off to go wash the smoke out of my hair. Nothing stinks like that!!
Have a good one, y’all.