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Back in the World…

9 Apr

As you may or may not have guessed from lack of blogs, or my tweets about sleep deprivation I have been away for a while. Not in the physical sense, but the person I previously knew as me has had a hiatus.

A new baby, motherhood and 10 months out of the water unsurprisingly turned my world inside out and upside far more than I expected. Despite those well meaning (but really annoying) people who warned me thus, I found out for myself.

However, I am slowly beginning to emerge from this chrysalis of new parenthood. I’ve surfed almost regularly since November when my son was 11 weeks old. I’m even managing a blog, and tomorrow I go back to work, just for a couple of days. I would have liked to say that during my maternity leave that I have transformed into some kind of superwoman, able to divide my time equally between family, work and leisure with ruthless efficiency. The reality is I will be poking my head back into my old life, a trail of soiled muslins and rice cakes in my wake. Despite this, I do not mind. As I write now, a tiny Kraken lies beside me, precious (and sometimes monstrous) a reminder of this strange journey I’ve been embarking on.

My son has provided me with the perfect reason not to be as selfish. I am grateful I can no longer recognise myself as the hedonistic beast I was in my twenties (I am still doing all nighters, but they are of a different kind). It is just not possibly to decide to go on a bender Sunday lunchtime and breast feed! I am (almost) happy with surfing less frequently, as I now have an excuse not to go in on those really, really cold but offshore days, as when the wind chill is minus two I would much rather cuddle up with my boys instead. The return to work will make me appreciate time at home more than ever. On the plus side going back to work means I get to drink tea whilst its still hot. I will even be able to have a wee without needing to stop a seven month old from trying to teeth on the toilet brush.

I am slowly returning to the world of the a life previously lived, and although I am looking forward to some components of my old life almost being back to normal, things will never quite be the same again. And for that, I am glad*.

*except at 1:00, 3:00 and 5:00 am in the morning.

My Boys on the beach…



On Countdown…

13 Aug

Day 2 of my official maternity leave, and whilst in this strange limbo I have started to think about surfing again. I’ve not been for a surf for nearly 6 months now, and I am beginning to wonder what my chances are of juggling a newborn, breast feeding and Autumn swells are. If I am to believe the horror stories from other parents, my chances are slim to none. Will I even want to go surfing?

My husband is keen for me to get back in the water. He has coped well with the hormonal highs and lows from his ever expanding and whining wife, but alas neither of us know the reality of what will happen to our lives in no less than two weeks (or maybe a month if I go overdue). Will we ever surf together again or will we always be trying to squeeze in sessions, swapping over baby duties with a pit stop turnaround in the rare windows of swell?

So, whilst on countdown to the start of one the biggest life changing events possible, is this the beginning of the end, or simply the start of a new way of life? I will have to wait and see…