Our thoughts on coming home
It was really sad saying goodbye to family and friends in the UK, but as soon as we started the return journey, I looked forward to being back in Cochrane Street. This was made all the better by the generosity of various friends and neighbours who helped us settle back in.
Our return flights were more difficult as Rosie really doesn’t like staying in one spot, unless she’s feeding or sleeping. On the last flight into Melbourne we’d both had enough of reading her book, ‘Pookie bear plays hide and seek’ and Rosie was not going to sleep. We had ceased to care about keeping her contained and so while the rest of the flight dozed and enjoyed their movies, Rosie roamed about the cabin, making friends and finding the kitchen area a particularly interesting play spot. We had stopped over in Brunei for the night hoping to catch up on some sleep. The food and sleep were not particularly great but we did go on a lovely walk along the water and to a waterfall where Jason saw some wild monkeys.
We found that jet lag had much more of an affect on us on the way back. We had some really tricky nights where Rosie stayed awake between 11pm and 1am, then Jason and I struggled to get back to sleep and stayed awake until 4am. How I began to envy people who travel without babies! Here’s a picture of Rosie in her toy tub when she should have been sleeping.
We’ve only been back a week and Jason has already managed to fit in a couple of games of golf and a night out with the boys. Rosie has also had some excitement as it was our mother’s group joint first birthday celebration, even though she doesn’t turn one until October. I was naive enough to host the party at our house as we had decided that it’d be a fun idea to do a cake smash and our deck would be big enough to accommodate this. This cake smash entailed taking photos of our 12 large babies, each launching into their own iced birthday cake (made specially for the purpose). Jason, who has had the week off work, couldn’t watch as babies squealed and cake flew. The party was a lot of fun but the diarrhoea and sugary mess that followed was not so much fun (apparently hosting a cake smash is something that you only ever do once in your life). Our shoes are still sticking to the floor, even after mopping several times.