As I wrote in the previous blog, the birth of a baby turned me into a sideline. Add to this brains scored prolactin, and in general, painting a picture. But I had obligations, therefore, three weeks after giving birth, I appeared in the office. I would like to say that I, blooming and not very young mother truncated into the office to the joy of employees, but no, a thick and ugly ghost came to the office, which wildly wanted to sleep and fucked up his belly on the subject, whether the waslands returned. She did not return, those who did not know that I would give birth, asked me when a joyful event, than plunged me in a despondency. But life was boiling, and the work continued. Just the channel has changed the owner with whom after the first meeting I realized that I would not work, but we were preparing for the Fashion People Awards Awards and I had obligations to sponsors, I informed the new guide that I was leaving right after the premium, and plunged into Preparation. The leadership did not believe me, and I again disappeared the days and nights in the office. Sereda, disappeared the days, and nights wearing the handslessly screaming Philipper-Alexander in his hands, whose stomach hurt, it was simply not slept and wanted on his handles, then some of their infant problems arose. And this despite the fact that we had a nanny. The first three months the child did not sleep at night at all, only on his hands, and it is from my experienced, as I thought my mother. I have always been proud that the eldest my son slept from the first day in his bed and never had the need to download him in his arms or get up for him 10 times per night. I distributed the advice to girlfriends, how to teach a child to sleep on my own, I wrote my head, learning that another mom surrendered and put a child to myself under the side of the bed, and therefore it turned out to be absolutely not ready for the fact that my own baby will turn out to be the kid who Shares all my theories about how to raise children in the fluff and dust.
Starting from eight o'clock in the evening, he began to cry, and we wore it in her arms, so he sacked and forgotten a restless sleep. It was worth trying to put it or at least just sit down, he immediately opened his eyes first, and then a big pink mouth and published such a long "a" that the duty officer immediately joked and again began to pace around the room. After a month later, urgent things were found in Arizona, or in Washington, and he worriedly left for a week, as I suspect, just sleep. We stayed with a nanny together and Philip shouted on us with her: the first half of the night - on me, the second - on her. After some time I gave up, and he settled tightly in my bed, where I slept as long as I slept, waking up only for food. I do not know how it was possible to avoid this, but he settled there for a long time and until his four years, it was not possible to identify it. For a very long time, he ate at night ate, then drank, and then a new fun in the form of questions among the night "Mom, are you here, what are you doing?" Or "Mom, Kiss me." At 4 years old, the husband resolutely unlocked him. No, not in a separate room, but at least in a separate bed. As it happened - a separate topic, and I will definitely tell about it, the final discontinuation in my own broomage occurred in a cute Philipper-Alexander only in 6 and a half years. Here I will probably have been to say "Do not repeat my mistakes", but, if honestly, I will not be a mind, as you can avoid it, because "leave a child to shout" is not my option at all.
Well, I was again working my mother: coming in the evening home, I listened that "and Philip today learned to keep his head," and "today turned over", "Oh, and he learned to rise on the handles." With the eldest son, I did not have the option "Do not work" or at least go to the Decree, the birth of the son coincided with a divorce, so it was necessary to survive, but in a situation with Philip everything was different. I understood that I wouldn't let me go to any decree and every day I was all stronger that the decision to go after the award is the only true one.
And then came April. As all journalists wrote, it was certainly the most vivid event of that year and, perhaps, for the whole career. I am still proud of my team, and myself also for the work. Very mixed feelings were at me that evening, I understood that this is the best thing I did, but this is the last. A very feeling feeling. I smiled to the right and left, posing on the cameras, looked at all stars, journalists and friends, thinking how many of them would disappear from my life when it comes tomorrow. I went about my decision only to my team. Running forward will say that at least I was ready that my phone would take much less incoming calls, but I was certainly not ready for the fact that he would almost no longer call call. It is also good that over the years of work I hurt the armor, I basically compose something to hurt and almost impossible to offend. And I was struck by what the people I had about the category of friends were missing. I expected this from Celabritis and journalists, because there was not a friendship there, and we were needed to each other, but to get such a blow under your friends was amazing. But I realized that much during my career I did correctly, because I have kept good relations with many journalists, photographers and representatives of secular life, but good relationships and close friendship is still not the same thing . But that evening, I did not know this yet and just enjoyed the last day of work.
The next day I brought a statement about care. The leadership was not believed, decided that I was a kilitary, but I wanted to live my life. To be a mom and find out how my child is growing not from let the best nanny in the world, but the most person. I so missed the four months of his little life, so I firmly decided that a couple of years I have the right to try to be only my wife and my mother.
We did not take some global making decisions to another country. We decided that summer will spend on Rhodes, and then decide where to go. Therefore, without thinking without thinking, collecting children and packing suitcases, we, like migratory birds, stretched south. It's hard to say, I would do it so again now, because then I did not know what I was leaving from Moscow if not forever, then very long. I have never regretted anything about leaving your work, no about moving, just probably not worth it so sharply everything in my life change. I was torn off from my own former life and from real friends, the usual mistake and other things. At first it was nice. As when you come to the resort, and everything pleases: blue sky, sea, flowers and carelessness. Then, when you come across another culture is no longer as a tourist, but as a person who has to accept it and become part of it, then the difficulties begin.
Greece, I always loved and I love until now, but before our move, I could not stay on the islands longer than 2 weeks, so weakly imagined what awaits me. And I was waiting for many surprises. Gradually, I learned the local customs, many of whom were surprised me, some amused, and even angry. Well, for example, the eternal desire of the Greeks touch the child and shifted on him from the evil eye. Philip fell into a crying every time unfamiliar hands snatched him from the stroller. "In a person, a boy was smoothed," the familiar parents of my husband swung. Yani's parents themselves are very progressive people who lived most of their lives in America, so they only laughed, looking at my amazeled face. But I suffered and rebelled only once, when I was told that you need to clean the child from the demons who are trying to steal his soul. The procedure of purification has already begun, some older women came in black robes and began to be baptized, flip in the side of Philip and try to grab him in her arms. I got up the wall between his crib and them, he fell in a crying from the abundance of unfamiliar people in black, and they satisfiedly noticed that everything goes as it should, and he was crying from the fact that the demons would go and pinch him finally. I stated that if now this vakhanalia is not stopped, I fly to Moscow first flight, I called Jani, who was on a business trip, and tritely suffered. Yani wandered into the phone and said not to pay attention. Old women, clearly disappointed that everything turned out with the demons, they quickly comforted when I offered to order pizza and some tea. For tea, it was decided that no demons was not, and simply in the boy the teeth are cut and the gums should be lubricated to him. And the Uzo is a moonshine type of grappa with the addition of Anisa. Only I calmed down, so again it was nervous that when I turned away, Philip quickly smeared the gums of the Uzny, and it would certainly affect his future life. In Greece, by the way, often just as children and soothe, they are given either bread, slightly moistened in the UZO, or the gums. I mean island Greece, in the capital, of course, there are fewer prejudice. Support to this that the child is constantly trying to stuff in the mouth any food from Musaka to the sweet Bakhlava, considering the fact that he is still on the mixture and only began to get a touch in the form of a zucchini only by my stupid prejudices, you will understand that I was constantly guarding And just did not have time to think about how much changed my life.