I’m dipping my toes into blogging after being thrown in at the deep end with the birth of my first child, AJ, in October 2012.
As a journalist, I have decided to combine my two loves – writing and all things parenting – into what I hope will be an informative and entertaining avenue for fellow mothers, fathers and general avid readers.
Unlike some parenting blogs, I don’t aim to overshare with nappy change details or yet another cute baby photo.
Stay tuned for posts on topical issues facing parents, influenced of course by my own experiences and opinions as a first-time mum.
FINDING THE IDEAL WORK/LIFE/FAMILY BALANCE – By Jayne McIntyre
It’s been more than six months since my last post. This absence was due to the double-whammy of moving interstate and starting back at work.
A lot has happened in this time, especially on the parenting front.
AJ is now 16 months old and attending daycare four days a week.
He also: enjoys Vegemite sandwiches, calls every dog he sees (including the inanimate Guide Dog collection container) “good girl”, outgrows most items of clothing I buy him within a week, ‘sings’ a lovely rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and cries when his dad goes to work.
As for me, I have now come to terms with leaving my precious little guy in care and have finally found my ideal work/life/family balance.
TIME FOR CHANGE – By Jayne McIntyre
My blog has been left somewhat neglected lately as I have been busy writing the next chapter of my life – moving the family back to Queensland.
It’s been a whirlwind couple of months as I accepted a new job (interstate of all places) and began booking removals and applying for rentals.
The hard work and stress has finally paid off; it’s bon voyage New South Wales and hello Brisbane as of next week.
I’ll do my best to keep the updates coming during this transition.
My posts may have momentarily ceased, but AJ’s adventures most certainly haven’t!
Thanks for the memories Newcastle, but it’s back to the homeland for us.
FROM FOUR-ZERO TO ‘BIG KID’ IN SEVEN MONTHS – By Jayne McIntyre
It doesn’t seem all that long ago I was generously handed outfits from friends and family for my newborn son.
I remember getting double-zero shorts and tees and thinking “thanks, but my precious little six-pounder will never fit into that”.
That delusion is comparable to my pre-baby belief that mothers simply sip tea and catch up on soapies while pulling all-nighters. Ha!
Seven months on and AJ is fast growing out of his two-zero onesies and pushing one-nought ‘big boy’ clothes. Continue reading
OR NOT. AFTER ALL, WHO WANTS TO SIT NEXT TO A CRYING BABY? – By Jayne McIntyre
I became THAT person recently. Yes, the person with a screaming child on the plane.
Having not been back to Queensland since Christmas, I decided to take AJ on his first flight to see the family last week.
Luckily the journey lasted little over an hour, so the other passengers didn’t have to suffer for too long. Continue reading
CELEBRATING SIX MONTHS OF BROKEN SLEEP AND DIRTY NAPPIES – By Jayne McIntyre
So it’s not exactly the Big One just yet, but six months was still cause for celebration in our household.
It seems that every month, even week, presents a milestone to acknowledge in these early years of a child’s life.
This is because almost every day brings something new, whether it’s a developmental achievement like sitting up, subtle change in hair or eye colour, or simply a new facial expression.
To commemorate this particular age occasion, I decided to bake a buzzy bee cake for AJ. Continue reading
ANOTHER HOLIDAY FIRST FOR BUB – By Jayne McIntyre
My name is Jayne and I’m a chocoholic.
So it may come as a surprise to some that this year I averted my usual sugar high, and instead got my kicks from watching our little boy participate in his first ever Easter egg hunt.
If holding these glorious, shiny orbs wasn’t a treat enough, the moment AJ discovered the eggs were in fact made for eating was priceless.
Following the morning’s festivities I sat back with a cup of tea and toast, something which I thought was reserved for mothers on this chocolate-filled occasion.
Oh, that’s right; I belong to that exclusive club now. Continue reading
Photo credit: Flickr – Weird Beard
SOME (EMOTIONAL) WOUNDS NEVER HEAL – By Jayne McIntyre
I haven’t spoken, let along written, about my labour except to close family and girlfriends.
This is because I think it’s a very personal experience and isn’t something I want to share online – just like I have shortened my son’s actual name to AJ for the purpose of this blog.
Physically, it was one of the most intense things I have ever been through.
A good friend of mine advised me in the lead up to the Big Day that it was like preparing for a marathon – eat healthily, exercise, look after your body, and you will instinctively know how to do the rest.
These proved to be very wise words, and I have since come down from my hormone-high and resumed normal day-to-day exertions with relative ease.
But apart from the obvious, initial strain on my body, I found myself left with some rather unexpected emotional wounds following AJ’s birth.