Starting this New decade I felt the urge to rekindle my interest and love for reading and writing and in the process I bumped into a series of book reviews of all the amazing books I have read in the past and going forward I wish to put copies of the raw content as to how I felt as of when I read and wrote them.
I felt refreshed going back to my journals and reading my own thoughts of these books.The authors of the books I reviewed are so amazing and I give so much credit to them and their work,I do acknowledge that this books are the works of the original authors and mine are just thoughts and feelings that I got from reading them.
Today we went on our monthly weight and height monitoring clinic visits and me and my baby came back the happiest.He just hit the 8.0kg mark and I couldn’t be more ecstatic,his weight had been stagnating for a while with really slight gains of a few grams for a few months and it had started to really stress me I felt like I was not feeding him enough.I beat myself alot over it I felt like I wasn’t doing enough until today when he hit that mark, for me it’s an achievement,i gave myself a part in the back.
It means I have been doing something worthwhile this past month and I feel like taking credit for adding more feeding times to his day, to more wholesome nutritious meals, breastfeeding often,more activities during playtime and even more sleep.
For mothers out there like me I know how much we worry when baby does not add weight or drops a few grams in a month, which often could be due to fevers,could be due to change of appetite as the baby develops their first set of teeth or just generally changes as baby develops.Irregardless of whatever reasons us mothers take it personally and we are not easy on ourselves over this matter.
As a first time mom I had times of real worry over so much things like heat rash,nappy rash,fevers,colds,baby fatigue, sleeping patterns,baby weight,the number of times my baby would pee or poop,itchy gums not forgetting the first few weeks of colic and tantrums,this is until I understood that babies are different and each one grows at their own pace and in their own way.The best thing to do is just to let the baby be and let them be themselves.The best thing about it is that it gets better with time and as baby grows you become a pro in handling your baby.
Although mothers can relate with one another on matters baby stuff based on personal experiences it is beneficial to share ideas but it is important to note that each mother need to know their own baby and understand them and treat them accordingly.Motherhood doesn’t come with a manual so we design one.
I am also learning more as we grow, at day one I knew bits and pieces some of what my friends taught me on my baby shower and maybe information that my mother had shared with me in brief.One year and fifteen days later I can’t say I am as clueless as I was then.
#beauty in parenting
My son is the only person who can drive me crazy and make me smile all at the same time.Since he turned a year old the other day he seems to have a newfound love for everything danger.He keeps me on my toes from morning to night.I get the chance to rest when he takes one of his long naps but even then I have chores to do. When he sleeps at 1:30 p.m to 3.00 p.m I wash clothes his and ours then wash utensils,shower and be ready for a show I am currently hooked on or at times I have to rush to the shop to get something while he is asleep as someone watches over him, I am always in a rush to complete my tasks before he wakes up because between feeding him and running around the house trying to control his little playful self I never get anything done.I have recently noticed how he has taken interest in putting his hands in water and whenever he finds any water storage container that isn’t covered he plays with that water and whenever I try to deny him access to it he throws a huuge tantrum that I end up just standing there and looking at him funny.
Same for his newfound interest in the kitchen sink with whatever is on it.He will climb whatever can help him get to it and when up there he will be laughing and giggling about being able to infuriate me.He scares me because he is interested in all the dangerous little things. He loves the outdoors and whenever we go out to play or just to bask in the sun, getting back into the house is a fight him crying for the door tantrum after tantrum.I am yet to discover ways to make him stop testing and infuriating me.
I am a mother raising a king,a man, a cute little lovely human.It gets even more difficult because I am doing it single handedly with his dad away for work and having no house help to help.It has its good side and other side.Atleast I get to spend time with him and make memories.
#beauty in parenting
56th Madaraka day celebrations…The day we Kenyans celebrate the day our heroes attained freedom for us as a nation.
As I watch this am nostalgic about power and how people in power are treated.I am looking at the president and I am in awe of how well organized his arrival is choreographed.No lie I love power.
Am looking at the different groups of Kenyan soldiers in their parades as they showcase themselves…I love i love i love.Their uniforms their presentations,reminds me of the million times I have watched celebrations of such kind and even as a little girl aspired to be one of them.Indeed I admire them so much,their work and even for the power vested in them by the people of Kenya.In another life I would be in the police service to wear that uniform,match in auspicious occasions and celebrations as well as to serve the nation.I am a patriot and a lover of everything Kenyan,our culture,our food and even our president.
I love culture and tradition and as I watch the maasai community present their cultural songs I am speechless and I feel goosebumps our originality lives on and will never die…the Moran are something else the maasai soldiers in action reminds me of why I love the maasai culture,their attire is unique and beautiful.. in my 4 years at Maasai Mara University living among them and experiencing this culture daily I feel and own this culture ‘Ashe Oleng’ I am a proud citizen. It is with pride that I hold my country so much is in us and my prayer is may we always live in an original and authentic Kenya.