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I have never been particularly crazy about them.I always thought they were meant for a specific type of people , a group/type which I obviouly didn’t fit in. Don’t get me wrong, I thought they were cute and all, but I wasn’t one of those with names lined up, cute little outfits dreamt up and the likes.But I would from time to time flirt with the idea of having three (3), in fact, I would be most delighted with an odd number, any odd number. Five(5) would be great, but eeer, too many odds stacked against me, let’s see.

1. I had my first only at 32 years of age…….too late

2.They come at too high a cost, despite their cuteness; Sleepless nights,Lethargy,too much admin’,loss of social life, a very low libido (ahem) and yes they get too costly financially in the long run.

3.I don’t have the knees or energy to be chasing after them, and the list goes on……….

My teletubby turns two years of naughtiness and cuteness this coming April.I asked his dad, “So are you ready for baby number three luv”? He nearly toppled over the stool and fell flat on his face.
“No way”, was his response, “In fact. Yes we could go for baby number three whenever you’re ready, but I would have to stay as far away as possible from you for the entire duration of the first trimester”.

I decided to feign innocence, droopy face and a lil pout, “Why?”

“With our first pregnancy, you were lovely to live with, but with this second one, damn woman you’re lucky I took my vows this seriously, otherwise I would have looong abandoned you”.

Hahahahahahha, I had a long teary and hearty laugh, at some stage I was even gasping for air.But yes, looking back, I can honestly say I am profoundly humbled by my husband’s patience, and calmness through the first trimester of this pregnancy. I was downright nasty. As a colleague friend of mine always says about people, “I was on a constant, abundant diet of shit burger” and what came out of my mouth and mood swings was seriously intolerable. And I wish at this stage to not shoulder any responsibility for my offensive utterances to the poor guy, but to blame the entire thing on him. Yes him. Had he not tripped,fell on top of me and left a seed “therein”, I would have continued to be my normal,playful and pleasant self.

Me and my bump with a friend, at another friend's wedding!

Me and my bump with a friend, at another friend’s wedding!

That ladies and gentlemen is the reason I have been scarce for so many months. I was lethargic and uninspired for the most part, what with having a now 21 months old rascal on tow. But now that we are in the last leg of our second pregnancy, and some of my energy slowly seeping back (for the time being), I should be able to share a story or two, until the littlest Teletubby makes an entrance to planet Earth too.

When? Take a wild guess……Yip, April again. In fact we are crossing fingers again that the baby is born on the same day as the older teletubby.If I wasn’t such a sucker for letting God doing things his own way, instead of us always trying to interfere, sometimes unnecessarily. I would go the Caesarean route, just to be a proud mummy of 2 beautiful boys (another boy, yes)sharing a birth-date, exactly 2years apart. The lucky-rare species of mother who would only have to host 2 exotic birthday parties for the price of one….and only once a year.

And someday when I’m old, fragile and 100 years of age, when Alzheimers has hit, I will not be scolded for rembering one birthday at the expense of another……But hey that doesn’t mean we stop praying for the happy “occurence”.

For now let me be off on my nectarine peaches bingeing and stealing an afternoon nap.

Toodles!

When my son was born, on many levels, I knew my life had changed,forever.Of the biggest and most important changes would be having a stay at home nanny/helper. Both hubby and I are home bodies who love and cherish our “alone” time, and having our space shared with an outsider 24/7 would be something to really make peace with, and fast.

My teletubby will be 15 months in 12 days time and we have been lucky to be “only” on our second nanny. “Only” because I have heard and seen people go through 3 nannies in two weeks, and our previous one only left because she was prone to sicknesses and I had to let her go. She had come into our lives when our son was only 3 days old.Being a little lady in her fifties, who had raised her own 7 kids and around 10 grandkids, we knew she was more than capable to take care of our son. And luckily she stepped up to the challenge. She loved the boy, and the boy loved her in return. She saw him grow from a wrinkly little alien to a feisty grown crawler with 2 very sharp teeth.

Being uneducated, unexposed and from the rural areas with lots of hardships, she at first ecountered a lot of challenges with regard to city living. I always had to teach/show her basic ways of doing things, like how to use the microwave oven, which buttons on the remote control to use in lowering the volume when it was time for the little man’s daytime sleep.And because she could not read in English,we had to device means of how to interpret milk formula numbers/writings to make bottle mixing easy.As much as she wasn’t much of a thinker, she took pride in her Africanness, in the only way she knew how. To affirm herself as a strong woman, she carried things, she lifted and shifted things,because in her culture, that’s what defined her, that’s what made her a real woman….Her strength.

Waking up very early in the morning and diligently doing chores until 8pm daily, was the only thing she knew how to do, and she was good at it, despite my numerous calls for her to take it easy and not overstretch herself. Even in the face of old age and frail health, she would keep on. In the end,I could no longer sit and watch her torture herself with a painful arm or a painful back. I had to ask her to go home and rest, let someone take care of her.Let her many grandkids spoil her, wash her feet.And she was happy I let her go.

Nanny smurf picture from Pinterest.

Nanny smurf picture from Pinterest.

Because of her upbringing, she could not let me down and bail out on her duties. She could not stand up for herself and put her sickness first, instead she was waiting for me to tire of her and fire her.In the end she got what she wanted, except I wasn’s nasty/inhumane as she had thought I would be as home owners normally are apparently.We still get along.We talk from time to time because she misses the little terrorist.

Our second nanny with whom we have only been with for a month is superb too.She is young, energetic, lacking in exposure too but she’s a fast learner.I am even thinking of enrolling her at a distance education facility where my mother works.To give her another chance at a much better life.

My son is very picky and doesn’t take well to strangers, but within minutes of being around this woman, he kicked up a fuss and threw himself in the stranger’s arms.All baby daddy and I did was gasp, give stolen glances at each other and smile.We had a winner…..Kids know best.

On the very first night, minutes after showing her how to clean the teflon pan, she had forgotten and had scoured the life out of it.I was angry and confused, disappointed but laughing.But I had to remind myself that it wasn’t done maliciously,but just a lack of knowledge and understanding, and that soon she would learn.Most importantly, my son’s well being came first and I’m not going to have nannies come and go in my house, in my son’s life.I was going to be patient…very patient.

The past weekend, being month end, she went home to be with her family;her mother,brother, two daughters, 3 and 8 years of age, and her late sister’s 2 daughters.On Saturday the little man and I were left alone, as daddy dearest had gone to a funeral and in our African culture that is a whoooole day’s affair…someone save us!!!!!! #screaming#. By the end of the day I was dog tired, I had forgotten to eat lunch, I was cranky and the only thing on my mind was sleep, and lots of it.

From 10h30 when he awoke from his first morning nap to 16h30, when he finally gave in to the afternoon nap he had long resisted at around 13h00, all I had done was walk on my knees (uncomfortably so)entertaining the boy, run from corner to corner getting him out of one sort of danger or another.Pulling him in his toy car and lots of dancing. I was alone with the boy for only a few hours and I was that beat. How our helper manages to keep the house clean as it is, do the washing by hand (she hates the washing machine by the way), do the ironing and keep the boy out of danger and still remain sane herself is a mystery.

Picture from Pinterest.

Picture from Pinterest.

When he was younger, small and immobile, all I wanted to be was a stay at home mum, but now that he is not so young, super mobile, deceptive and a terrorist of some sort, I am happy to say, that is one dream I’m excited my genie didn’t grant there and then. If today being a Monday, I had spent one more day with and around that much energy, I would have keeled over and died.

The little terrorist.

The little terrorist.


My handsome terrorist....Do not be fooled by the composure!!

My handsome terrorist….Do not be fooled by the composure!!

Much respect and love to my son’s nanny, my helper for all the love,care,patience and dedication with which she carries out her duties. I really cannot show my appreciation enough.She is my hero. My superwoman.The same goes to all the stay at home mummies and homemakers around the world….YOU ARE THE TRUTH. YOU ARE THE REAL HEROES OF THIS WORLD.