Please accept my humblest apologies for the complete desertion of late. I know I have a certain responsibility to keep you company and drop in once in a while, say hi, that sort of thing... and apparently I've completely failed for 11 weeks. 11 weeks! I'm so sorry.
I'm not trying to make excuses, just to explain, so please bear with me. You see, I had a baby. The baby in itself wasn't a surprise, but the timing of his arrival most definitely was. He was 8 weeks early, long before I had things organised for him. Not only that, but he needed urgent lifesaving surgery - and that, coupled with his prematurity, meant we had an 8 week long stay in NICU and SCBU with him. And then, once we did get him home 3 weeks ago, we had to see to our thoroughly neglected house while taking care of our tiny baby and try to make adjustments in our house to cater for said baby. It's fair to say it's all been a bit manic!
I'd like to be able to say that we're in a place now where I could offer some assurance that I'll show up a bit more regularly; but alas, I cannot. Truth is, we're still very much figuring things out and basically winging it every day. We've still got a whole host of hospital appointments and visits from medical people to monitor the small boy, and there have been days when I haven't even managed to get dressed until 6pm, when there's arguably little point. He's having regular follow up appointments at one hospital an hour away for his respiratory/digestive surgery that he had at only 16 hours old, and also monthly appointments at a different hospital - also an hour away - to monitor his heart defect in advance of his open heart surgery. Poor little guy has got such a lot going on, but he's handling it and recovering from it all heroically.
So, dear blog, I'll try to be around more often. I really will. But should I fail at that, you can probably find me on Instagram because that's so much quicker and easier to keep up with. I know, it's the wimps way out. Sorry about that.