Metal Mummy

Freyja and James got home yesterday – she literally flung herself at me at the airport and cuddled the breath out of me. It was lovely. Unfortunately, I had to go straight to work after dropping them off, so didn’t get to see much of her or James.

I woke up this morning to a Freyja poking me in the head. I must have been zonked, because she had been poking me for a while I think before I’d eventually come round. She was a bright happy little chicken this morning.

Then, James went to work. And everything flipped. She cried, inconsolably, for quite a while after James had left. She wouldn’t have a breakfast because she wouldn’t sit in her high chair. She would only have her milk if she could cry and cough and splutter in between mouthfuls. She didn’t want cuddles from me. Nothing fixed anything. Except for CBeebies. So on it went. James suggested that it was because she had spent so much time with him over the past few days, she’d gotten herself quite attached to him, so leaving for work was like leaving her for good. I suppose that’s a fair notion. You’d think that having not seen me for a few days would take her mind of things, but no such luck. Eventually, she calmed down, and we went out to Krazy Kaves at half 9. It was lovely and quiet, and we hadn’t seen my friend Claire and her daughter Maddie for a while, so it was nice having a brew and a catch up. As soon as we came home, and she got out of the pram, it started again. Inconsolable crying. It’s not like one of her normal strops – them, I can deal with. It was a cry that I don’t usually hear. A cry that can’t be fixed by cuddles or milk or kisses. A cry that just has to go away on its’ own when she calms down. She had her milk eventually, and I went to take her upstairs for a nap, and she sick burped all over me (for the first time in God knows how long). I don’t think she’s ill though. She seems fine now, settling off to sleep.

She’s never shown any signs of separation anxiety up til now, but I think she’s going through a phase of it. She’s also walking on her tiptoes a lot – completely unrelated, but it’s the first time I’ve seen her do it. So she can keep her shoes on so she doesn’t do it as much.

Hoping her “phase” doesn’t last long. This doesn’t do my stress levels any favours. Time for a brew.