Saturday, July 23, 2016

Get happy

I'm in the dying days of my maternity leave and I can already feel myself being swept up in work again.

Before I had Nora, everybody wanted to tell me how *hard* it would be.  But I think working as an emergency doctor is unusually good preparation for caring for a baby.  It's unpredictable, thankless and there's no end in sight.  

Of course there are good bits too. So I want to buck the trend and write about these. You can just fill in the blanks about all the boring bits like changing nappies and shush-patting and breast pumps. 

1.  No-plastic fantastic
I developed an obsession with buying groceries sans packaging.  Handily, there's a Friends of the Earth co-op at the end of my street that sells all sort of things by weight.  I just take my own containers up there and buy oats, rice, tea, dishwashing liquid, flour, spices....It is extremely satisfying.  Admittedly I got some dirty looks when I took my shopping bag full of disposable nappies in, but at least I'm trying. 

Pen thinks I might get asked to do some crazy co-op shifts, like Abby and Ilana in Broad City.

2. Drinking coffee everyday. 
Each morning Nora wakes up with the most enormous smile.  I say, 'Good morning Nora!' and she pumps her little arms up and down in a frantic happy dance.

After breakfast I strap Nora to my chest and we walk down the street to get coffee (in a Keep Cup). This is pretty much the best thing ever.  Nora has become quite the local celebrity, with her signature yellow beanie and her gummy grin. 

3. Dancing in the living room
We have a very small living room but there is still room for dancing.  We also do immersive drumming, where Nora sits on my lap and I drum along to a song.  She gets completely entranced.

Here's a selection from my 'Nora dancing' playlist: 
-Rockin' Robin 
-Get Happy
-Istanbul (not Constantinople) 
-Splish Splash

4. More painting classes!
I enjoyed my beginners painting course so much that I've gone back for more.  This time I've painted a pair of pears.  Pretty soon I will quit medicine and become a painter of fruit. 

5. Weekends 
The awesome thing about being on maternity leave is that you have every weekend off.  Every single one! We even went to Bunnings last weekend, 'just like a regular person!' as I like to say. Here is Jason eyeing off his Bunnings sausages: 

Friday, May 6, 2016


In April I reached Peak Maternity Leave. Nora slept at times and on Wednesday evenings I rode up the Johnston street hill to Fitzroy to do painting classes.

I have no natural aptitude for visual arts.  In high school I disliked it so much I once volunteered to clean the studio sinks instead of painting.  I have since learnt to enjoy doing things I am bad at.

The painting classes were terribly fun.  There was cheese, cake and apple cordial.  Actually there was wine too but I'm not much of a drinker these days.  The teacher was fabulous, he took us step by step through painting tonally (light and dark!) using colours (warm and cool!) and glazing (painting one colour over another colour!). This all culminated in my fairly rudimentary painting of an apple:

My favourite part of the painting class was learning the artists' idiom 'to pull it out of the fire': to rescue a painting from a seemingly catastrophic error.

I love learning new idioms.  There are lots of great medical idioms, all terribly morbid. A way of avoid 'D' words (death, dying dead) when we are chatting with our colleagues.  "Don't buy any green bananas", we say, "He's not fit for a two-staged haircut."

We are now taught to use the D words when we speak with patients and their families.  This sits well with me. It always reminds me of my grandad's eulogy.  My uncle Bill said, "Pat never beat around the bush.  People didn't pass away, they died. And he did."

Saturday, February 6, 2016

pool escape

Just returned from a quick 50 minute trip to the Fitzroy pool.

Sunday afternoon, 34 degrees, summer sounds DJs playing.

Pool is heaving with people.

Water runs slick over my sunscreened arms.

Boy crosses underneath me at the deep end, skimming the bottom of the pool.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

New year with Nora

Baby Nora was born 1 month ago.  She is our smallest, softest team member.

It's been a nice slow time of year to be settling in to life with baby.  It's always quiet in Collingwood around new year anyway.  The cafes are closed, there's not much traffic on the roads and no one is rushing in the heat.

 In the first few weeks I would go for a late afternoon walk around the streets.  I walked slower than I've ever walked.  And I felt so adventurous being outside in the world.  I would amble very slowly around the block, sometimes down Gold street or just along Johnston street.  Each afternoon I would try to return with a community update for Jason.  Important community updates included:

  • an enormous branch fell off the gum tree in the park opposite our house.   A branch as big as a tree!
  • the old men's club around the corner of our house started advertising a small dinner menu.  And the Sonsa man was there so it must be a Turkish club.  He gave me a friendly wave.  
  • there is a plum tree laden with fruit in an empty block on Keele street
  • bike-radios are a thing now! People are cycling with those small bluetooth stereos playing music
Pen says Nora sounds like a squeak toy when she mewls.

We love our baby Nora!!

Monday, January 4, 2016

reading 2015

2015 was a bit of a strange year of reading for me. Fewer novels and more non-fiction.  Overall I read more than I thought I had.

I'll begin with my top 5:
Beloved- Toni Morrison
Brother of the More Famous Jack- Barbara Trapido
The Luminaries- Eleanor Catton
The Natural Way of Things- Charlotte Wood
Slouching towards Bethlehem- Joan Didion

Books I read in 2015:
Feminism Unfinished- Dorothy Sue Cobble, Linda Gordon, Astrid Henry
As I Lay Dying- William Faulkner
Big Magic- Elizabeth Gilbert
The White Album- Joan Didion
The Wife Drought- Annabel Crabbe
M Train- Patti Smith
The Shipping News- Annie Proulx
The Thorn Birds- Colleen McCullough
Beloved- Toni Morrison
The Dressmaker- Rosalie Ham
Green Valentine- Lili Wilkinson
Birth Skills- Juju Sundin
Feminism is for Everybody- bell hooks
How to Be a Woman- Caitlin Moran
My Brilliant Friend- Elena Ferrante
The Intern- Gabrielle Tozer
H is for Hawk- Helen McDonald
Why so Slow? The Advancement of Women- Virginia Valian
Cloudwish- Fiona Wood
The Group- Mary McCarthy
Frankie and Joely- Nova Weetman
The Natural Way of Things- Charlotte Wood
Kit's Wilderness- David Almond
The Girl on the Train- Paula Hawkin
The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction- Walter Benjamin
Warning: the story of Cyclone Tracy- Sophie Cunningham
Bad Behaviour- Rebecca Starford
Brother of the more famous Jack- Barbara Trapido
Bereft- Chris Womersley
Fallen- Rochelle Siemienowicz
The Red Tree- Caitlin R Kieran
Us- David Nicholls
The Luminaries- Eleanor Catton
A Sport and a Pastime- James Salter
The Book of Strange New Things- Michael Faber
Laurinda- Alice Pung
A Philosophy of Walking- Frederic Gros
All That is Solid Melts into Air- Darragh McKeon
Cry the Beloved Country- Alan Paton
The Old Ways- Robert McFarland
Death, Dying and Organ Transplantation- Miller and Truog
No One belongs here more than you- Miranda July
Knots and Crosses- Ian Rankin