Last week, we decided to head up to the Victorian Alps, Mount Beauty to be exact, to visit some wonderful friends of ours. I was really excited for a change in our routine, to get up to the snow, and to visit our friends.
Little did I know what the result would be. We’d planned to be up there for three nights, but the first two were so awful that we called it quits and drove the four and a half hours home a day early. I think over the two nights that we were there, I slept a total of 5 hours.
As all my family and friends know, I don’t deal well without sleep, I’m an early to bed, early to rise kinda gal. By this point I was ‘crying tired’ and J decided to treat me to breakfast at the QT Falls Creek (which I was so excited about, because QT Gold coast breaky was so delicious).
We piled into the car, drove the very windy 30 mins up the mountain, through ice and snow to the point where we had to put chains on our tires. J and I jumped out, eager to get to the soft pillowy snow, a blue bird day awaiting us, and started to put on the chains… They didn’t fit.
The cafe was family friendly, with many babies sitting in high chairs or on their parents knees and the service delightful. Cheese tastings currently cost a gold coin, with all funds raised going to cancer research, but it’s definitely worth it, as the cheeses are all mouth watering.
We continued our drive home, all the while I was keeping my fingers crossed that E would sleep better at home. Sadly, this wasn’t to be the case. A baby who usually self settles within minutes, fought sleep and screamed until midnight, when J jumped in the car and drove 40 minute round trip to a friends house to grab their baby panadol (something we’ll never not have in the house again).
We believe the little one is teething, some people say this is early, but all the signs are there. He’s unsettled, chewing on everything, there’s spit everywhere and keeps grabbing at his mouth. I feel so sorry for him, but keep getting reminded that we’ve all been through it, that it’ll end soon and that he won’t remember.
For now, I’m just giving him lots of hugs, lots of milk and panadol.