This remarkable video is doing the rounds on Facebook. It's a serene, touching and awe-inspiring movie of a newborn baby being bathed.
Isn't it amazing?
Now here is a photo of my son's first bath.
My husband is proudly doing it. That's me, sitting next to the wash area. With hair pasted to my head and furry teeth in a hospital gown and a pad the size of a cot mattress. I'm in a wheelchair because I can't stand up which, surprisingly, has nothing to do with the mattress between my legs. My legs are just unable to hold me up. My body is still in shock from the ridiculously fast labour. So I'm feigning a smile. There's no soothing music or beautiful baby massages or water running gently over my baby's head. There is a very wriggly and soon to be screaming newborn with an outstanding startle reflex that will scare the shit out of his Dad about 2 minutes after this shot was taken.
I wish I'd taken a video of that.
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Friday, 11 January 2013
Baby Bath
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Friday, 15 June 2012
I'm still a virgin - aren't you?
My first time
Today was Stefan’s first school transition visit.
He was SO
excited and fully prepared for whatever the morning threw at him and it got me
thinking about the last time I did something for the first time. I came up with
3 of my most memorable virgin experiences…
Going out for dinner and a movie in Gold Class
This happened a few weeks ago. How have I never done this
before? Seeing a movie in Gold Class was the worst thing I could do. I can
never again watch another movie in the cinema again without spending the entire
movie thinking ‘I wish I was in Gold Class’. In Gold Class you have your own
personal host who takes your orders, brings you your drinks and comes and gets
you when the movie starts to escort you to your own private chairs. Chairs
which recline ALL THE WAY and have a table in between them to put your
alcoholic beverage on. In Gold Class there’s no-one sitting next to you except for
the person you came with which in my case was Mark. Oh, and there’s another
first… I can finally say, that I lost my virginity with my husband ;) In Gold
Class they bring you your dinner at the time you’ve ordered it for and you eat
it in your reclining chair. Same goes for dessert and any drinks you may like.
In Gold Class you feel special and it’s very easy to overlook the $70+ per head
it cost for the experience. So now, dinner and a movie can all be wrapped up in
two hours! I wish I hadn’t let all those Gold Class gift tickets expire over the
years…
Wearing brand new gold shoes
I can’t get this first-time experience out of my head
because my feet are still sore – and it was last month!! Seriously, wearing new
shoes is like heaven and hell all at once. They looked SENSATIONAL and I felt
like a goddess when I put them on. Skip to two hours later and I felt like a
hag with arthritis and bunions. Granted, I still looked good… if I was sitting
down!
Selling my first shirt
Many years ago, in a previous life, I had my own business. It
was a concept I stole from Italy and Adelaide embraced its first men’s shirt
and tie boutique. Setting it up was a huge feat including developing my own
brand and sourcing European shirt and tie manufacturers. On the first day that
I opened my doors, I sold 3 shirts to my first ever customer within the first
hour of opening. It was nearly an $800 sale. I was SO excited that I nearly
kissed him and as soon as he left the shop I danced a jig, fist pumped and, in
lieu of the yet to be invented social media vehicles, I called everyone I knew
to tell them! Such a great first time memory.
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