I know this baby will be the last one I will ever had so the knowledge that all the firsts with him are also lasts is playing heavily on my mind. I didn’t have a particularly enjoyable pregnancy (I never do) but underneath the inconveniences of pregnancy I tried to force myself to remember that this was the last time I would do this and to lock away some positive memories.
Baby is what others would call a ‘good’ baby, especially at night. I’m wise enough at this stage to know this is very little to do with anything we’ve done and almost entirely down to him. He wakes once at night, after doing a nice stretch of sleep for a few hours, and then goes right back to sleep after not too much fussing. Last night it took me much longer to get back to sleep after feeding him because I spent too much time looking at his little face and I have to admit I didn’t even mind because I know I won’t be doing the newborn hazy phase of life ever again.
Discovering the Mueller She Wrote podcast and having an equally obsessed friend to pass the good news on to.
Throwing some money at something and it being worth every penny. At nine months pregnant I will pay for some of my problems to go away.
Small bursts of energy in between much longer periods of achy exhaustion.
Friends having good news after a very long time.
A mainly decluttered home which means order can be restored to the whole house in less than an hour after a busy Saturday.
The last day of work being done.
Donuts from Off Beat Donuts as a special treat.
A clean bedroom and bathroom.
Sleeping more than four hours a night.
Two children in primary school, and both being very happy about it.
An unexpected lunch date.
The generosity of strangers.
Fresh colours on my finger and toe nails.
Watching the grass and plants in our garden come back to life after weeks of sunny weather.
Decluttering and organising. It never seems to be done, but I’m always glad I’ve done it.
Getting back to normal after holidays.
Being surprised with a bag of baby clothes on returning to work. Being beyond delighted to get one item back which will now be used for a fourth (at least) baby and deciding it won’t be donated after our new arrival outgrows it.
Finding a charity shop bargain when I’d resigned myself to having to buy it new or do without it.
An empty laundry basket.
The brief periods in between near constant heartburn when I realise there’s no searing pain in my chest.
Just after 10pm on Friday I frantically refreshed the Irish Times’ website for results of the exit poll on the referendum. I thought I was seeing things when I saw the words ‘landslide in favour of repeal’ or some variation thereof. I burst into tears. This week has been exhausting and draining for me, so I cannot imagine how those right on the frontlines felt seeing the news. I then started panicking and we decided we’d endure another 90 minute wait for the RTE poll at 1130pm. I couldn’t have slept before then even if I wanted to.
The 1130pm exit poll results were similar and we couldn’t quite believe it. All day I’d felt anxious, and judging from messages from friends a lot of people felt the same. We’d reassured ourselves that we just needed one more vote than the other side, but we knew that would frustrate any attempts to legislate. We never even dared hope for a 60%+ figure in favour of repeal. We slept a little easier but we didn’t want to get too optimistic.
When the tallies started coming in we still couldn’t quite believe it. Photos from people at the count showed clear majorities voting yes across the board, Dublin, Cork, Limerick, Mayo – we couldn’t believe it but we started to relax a bit. I picked up a friend who came home for the referendum and we watched the results come in on RTE, feeling slightly incredulous and as though we could finally start to relax a bit.
The day wore on and we relaxed a lot. It was a clear and decisive win. I cried a few times. I didn’t expect it to be like this. Not so many years ago I dithered over wearing a black repeal sweater on the school run and finally decided to put it on and wear my cause across my chest. We got some stickers for our car but when they arrived we wondered if it was a good idea to put them on just in case. We put them on and handed spares to others.
Yesterday we realised the bubble we were in was pretty big. It is a bubble of the majority. The marches we went on represented the majority. It’s a good feeling.
Two new dresses which were badly needed.
Our lilac and pear tree sprouting back to life.
Getting back to a more normal routine after a few weeks where some days I crawled under the duvet and stayed there all day.
Clearing out the clothes recycling box which has been making our spare room look messy for far too long.
Longer, brighter evenings which make me feel much more productive.