Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Keeping a clean house with a new born


Without fail every baby book you read will tell you to “forget about the housework – sleep when baby is sleeping”. But if you are one of those people that can’t sleep when the house is a mess that just doesn’t work. Here are a few shortcuts to a clean house with a newborn:



  1. Make sure that every thing has its place, and every place has its thing. Ideally it’s best to do a spring clean before bub comes along. The rule I follow – if it isn’t functional, useful or seriously sentimental, it goes. It’s much easier to keep a house clean that isn’t full of clutter.

  2. Some clutter is unavoidable – to keep “baby thing sprawl” under control, have a basket in each room that may have baby stuff in it. Chuck everything into the basket for an instant tidy.

  3. Have a “clean as you go” rule – helpful for bathroom and kitchen. Whenever a meal is made, a cup used etc. the person that used that cup or made that meal cleans as they go. Have a chux near the bathroom sink so that it can be wiped after use. Obviously this is going to work better with adults than children! It's much easier to keep the kitchen tidy if you have one pot meals.

  4. If you can afford it, get a cleaner in. If you have good family and friend support, see if they are willing to come over for a cleaning “bee” – this can be good to get those tough jobs like oven cleaning, fridge defrosting done.

  5. If it’s all just too overwhelming – try to leave one room in your house neat and tidy and use that as your “retreat” room when looking at the mess gets too much.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Lesson #1 - Babies don't adhere to Gantt charts (or if you want make God laugh - tell him your plans)


Part of my job is project management – something I love doing! Drawing up PRINCE diagrams and Gantt charts is a source of much fun for me. Yes, I am a project management tragic. I approached pregnancy as though it was another IT project. There were lists and milestones. Each bit of weight gain was diligently recorded and graphed. Each appointment summarised and documented in a spreadsheet. Every item of clothing given to us for Isaac was listed with size, date received and date washed. You probably think I am exaggerating – I am not. I walked into my midwife appointments with my carefully cross referenced folder and was greeted by a wry smile and "first baby then?" The midwives knew that babies have little regard for PRINCE 2. Isaac was born 4 and half weeks early. The evening of the 24th I had mild cramps - much like period pain but I dismissed it as baby starting to descend. There was a small voice that said - what if this is it? But I decided it couldn't be labour because I didn't want my baby to born so near Christmas, we had a holiday planned for early January and I hadn't yet finished up work. By 10:30pm the next evening, I held our new little baby in my arms. Strangely enough, once labour had definitely established a feeling of calm fell over me and I started to be quite zen about the whole thing. At some point I accepted that our little miracle was coming into our lives and that was a wonderful thing, no matter how ill prepared we might be. Isaac arrived after a dream labour, lasting only 7 hours from water breaking. Despite being so early, he was a good weight and the only issue was some jaundice treated by billi lights. Suddenly, plans are out the window and priorities have shifted.