It's amazing the meaning of what a bucket brings to my day...
Once a day upon a time around 8 o'clock I change my sterilising water in the morning
As a new mother it has taken me so long to get my head around having twins and figuring out what systems are there to use, how systems work and why systems are important as a new mother
I have already been finding out how skipping one afternoon nap for myself can upset the whole balance of things including processes and systems when two babies are screaming their heads off.
It has taken a two weeks hideous hiatus cooped up at neonatal unit learning about bonding, how to breastfeed, acclimatising to new schedules and body clocks, discovering the world of baby health, dealing with anxiety and proctective instincts to keep over zealous nosy strangers and their opinions at bay, all in the name of trying to be the best parent I can be for my twins before leaving this controlled environment and venturing into the real world.
When I get home it takes a lot of concentration, sleep and another week or two at home to reintegrate these neonatal learnings at home with all its nuances there (partner, five year old, cat, heat pump, limited hot water, visitors, birds in chimney) and there learning again this time how to be flexible, working around forever changing feeding times, and other babies needs in this new but old environment. Not to forget to remembering to look after myself scar, bottom, dystriphied muscles, wobbly tummy
The centre of all operations as described above has all but become inadverdently centred around the sterilsing and the Eco Store bucket.
Once I have the morning feed out of the way I head straight away for the bucket to change water, pop a Milton tablet and transfer any cleaned bottles,
This elementary action prompts me to jump into the shower, brush my teeth, reminds to get out of PJ's, put fresh clothes on and have breakfast and pump.
The difference between the sterilsing bucket and me are not only do I get to do the above in a timely fashion before baby wakes but I also remember to look after myself. I take iron tables, dpoeridome, put crae on my scar and haemorrhoids, change my sanitary pad while still recovering from the birth.
In fact this process is the only exercise in the day during which I get to remember clearly and write down what date and time of day it is- a sobering moment in a world of wakes, nappy changes, feeds, screams and burps.
When the other day I discovered my partner cleans the sterilising bucket, for what seemed just
an innocent attempt to do something nice for me in the morning, I went compeltely mental at him
He tried to pour the sterilising water elsewhere as it messes with the septic tank.
But mess with my sterilsing bucket and I turn into a transpecies of Rotweiler and human barking at my partner as I found out when all he did is change the sterilsing water for me the day.
I wish he told me direct about the septic tank. The fact remains looking after twins is relentless and tiring and brings out all kinds of instincts including the protection of sterilising buckets.
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