Groo

[ailbhe]

So the rest of the afternoon was also terrifyingly together. Astrid napped, so Emer and I sneaked into the garden in the rain to harvest potatoes; we emptied the compost out of the potato bag and used it in other areas of the garden, too. When the rain was at its heaviest we got umbrellas and in a rods-of-water deluge we planted sunflowers. I was bent over and my bum got wet, sticking out from under the shelter of my huge green brolly, but the sunflowers got planted. I wonder whether they'll grow.

Then Astrid woke, so I fed her and then made banana muffins by hand without a food processor. Emer found this very strange. I must say, the new kitchen is a large part of what made that so easy for me to do, but I still feel like I'm living in some alternate universe.

We ate banana muffins and I washed the potatoes and put them on to cook. Rob came home and I basically collapsed; the effort of being cheerful and Switched On Parent was huge, today. That's partially due to my biologically normal birth being followed by my personal biologically normal menstrual cycle, which is not funny in the slightest.

Also, I sent my midwife an "I'm thinking of you" email and learned that she's having a Spot Of Bother in the way only independent midwives really can, because midwives with an employer would have backup. It's terribly sad.

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Spots Of Bother are what stop so many going into independent work in the first place and it drives me batty that there's little to no support out there. I hope things work out as best they can for all concerned.