All in Neall

The one about holidays.

This past weekend, we flew up to Byron Bay for a friend’s wedding. I’ve been looking forward to it for months – one, because who doesn’t love any excuse to frock up and celebrate love, and two, because since going back to work, we haven’t had a single holiday (not counting Christmas break with the in-laws visiting, just 3 weeks after moving into our new apartment).

The one about our birth stories.

Neall: Did you have a birth plan?

Caitlin: HA. Birth plan. What a funny joke. I’m amazed by people who have them but my whole birth plan was to actually make it to the birth. HG had me convinced that I wouldn’t make it to that blessed day and if I did? Well, then the best thing I could do would be to just try to survive and make sure my baby got here safely. The rest was gravy …

The one about families.

Family, to me, has always felt an odd concept. When I was a kid, there was my mum and me (and 3 dogs, 2 cats, numerous birds, later rescued wildlife, and money trees). We lived in a little cottage with two rooms. My mum drove (a pretty racy) 2-door Toyota Celica. We were two girls, looking out for ourselves. Thelma and mini-Louise (minus Brad Pitt).

The one about being tired.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired. The kind of tired I feel these days sits in the pit of my stomach, and drains me of excitement and energy, and willingness to do so many things. I don’t actually remember the last time I slept for more than 3 hours in one stretch. And, it seems, that there is no end in sight.

The one with the feminists.

In November 2016, I was 7 months pregnant and watched, with absolute disbelief as Trump was named POTUS. Not nearly 12 months later, the accusations against Harvey Weinstein came to light, and the things every woman has known about, felt, or experienced firsthand - at the hands of men - became part of the public discourse ...

The one with the rooster.

Strangers offer you all sorts of advice. The pinnacle of this was when we were returning from Europe - me 4 months pregnant - and the customs officer who was searching our luggage for contraband began explaining to my husband, in graphic detail, how to unblock an infected milk duct. Everything you want to hear when you’re pregnant, nauseous and jet lagged ...

The one with the books.

One of the things I’m most looking forward to sharing with you is my complete love of books. As an only (precocious) child I read, and read, and read. And I began to know the world. I grew up in a place of little empathy, so books were my chance to try on someone else’s shoes …