I think back to the first weeks at Mother’s Group where we would sit in a circle and the sessions would be led by the Maternal Health Nurse. We would each have to talk about our week in turn; the highlights and the low moments and anything else worth mentioning.
For some of us this was a great way to off load and for others it was a time where the truth would never be uttered in case others thought us to be an unfit mother (when most of us could actually do nothing but relate).
There was one mum in the group who would sit calmly with a coffee in her hand, her baby would happily lay in her pram without a peep and come her turn she would only ever offer: “It was an uneventful week for us” with a shrug of the shoulders.
This woman I couldn’t help but envy. She seemed to have life in total control and a dream baby to boot.
Gosh, if only I could have just one week that was uneventful I couldn’t help but think.
Each week we met I would keep it brief and honest. Life with my newborn reflux baby was never uneventful and I could have talked the whole hour away.

Milla is now a gorgeous 1 year old and still I wonder if I will see the day where I can reflect on my week and pronounce it ‘uneventful’.
Take the last 5 weeks or so for example:
Week 1: A fun bath for three turns into a disinfectant rampage when someone decides to do a poo (I don’t think I need to say it was Milla?)
Week 2: Sonny the dog gets bitten on the nose by a rat. We all take a trip to the vet and become $250 poorer. The dog made it through his trauma and will never take on a rat again. One can only hope.
Week 3: Milla has her first asthma attack and is rushed to the doctor. Thankfully the ventilator worked a treat but ongoing medication and precautions will need to be taken.
Week 4: The washing machine decides to dump water all over the timber floor and soaks the carpet in Milla’s room. As the timber floor is discontinued the whole thing needs to be replaced along with the carpet (which is also discontinued so one room in the house will be carpeted differently).
And Week 5: I finally get a night to go out with the girls and only five minutes before I am to arrive at my destination my all-day-pregnancy-nausea hits with full force and I vomit all over my new top. I turned the car around, go straight home and have an ‘I feel sorry for myself’ sob.

My husband says, “at least you know you’re alive when life keeps you on your toes all the time like this”.
I myself am the pessimist and see nothing good in eventful weeks – unless of course they are the type that bring things like moments of pure joy, a lucky find, and tattslotto winnings. Otherwise I am more than happy to take just plain and boring uneventful any time.

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