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Diary of a new mum.

Byline: By Vicky Archer

My eyes are glazed. I have a splitting headache and if I have to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star once more, I might open the car door and throw myself under the nearest truck. It wouldn't be so bad if we were anywhere near my parents' house but we've only just hit the A19 and there's another four hours to go.

We are only going down for a few days but we may as well be moving there for good. The car is jam-packed with toys, steriliser, travel cot, bouncing seat, blankets, baby wash, nappies, wipes, changing mat and the hundred and one other random things a baby seems to require.

We packed the car and then had to unpack and try again. It looked great and we'd squashed everything in but unless Morgan was driving, we had to find room for us too. I knew that playing Tetrus until my eyes saw patterns in my sleep would pay off one day. After a final change and feed we were ready.

Morgan was wonderful for the first hour and happily stared at his feet and wondered if they were his. Apparently an hour is the maximum for such an activity and then all hell broke loose. The worst thing about rear facing baby seats is that you can't see them and when they scream you instantly think the worst and they've hurt themselves. We screeched to an abrupt stop at the first parking bay, only to find that he couldn't quite reach the neck of his jumper that he'd been happily sucking. It was decided that we would re-shuffle the car and I'd sit in the back to keep him happy.

And here I am! I've shown him all the books we brought. I've played with every toy he has. I've been through The Three Billy Goats Gruff all the way to the Seven Little Kids and the only thing I have left in me is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star which is his favourite. He is currently holding me hostage. Unless I sing constantly with full actions he will scream. In any other place I would not allow myself to be manipulated but the car is small and I have a headache. I would give anything to be driving right now but Gav reassures me I'm doing a much better job than he ever could. Yeah right!

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Publication:Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)
Date:Apr 24, 2006
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