Friday, 17 October 2014
The sound of the alarm gave us half an hour to get out of the house and hit the road. I left the Poomonster asleep on the bed while I got dressed and packed his bag with his clothes and all the food and milk I'd prepped the night before. The poor dog was very confused by so much activity at such a disgusting hour and deservedly gave me a filthy look when I put her breakfast in her kennel and put her out for the day.
The car was loaded, toys were grabbed, and at the very last minute a sleeping baby was carried downstairs to be put in the car seat. Operation Minimal Disturbance was activated. Poomonster woke briefly and looked a bit confused but happily settled into his seat and before we knew it he was out like a light.
On arrival at the hospital, it was still dark and wet and everything loaded into the car had to be unloaded again and the baby (now not asleep and being very nosey) was transferred to his pram. As we sat waiting in reception Poomonster kept telling us how excited he was while we hid our nervousness and laughed with him.
After a short wait we were shown to D's room. As soon as we were in, it was a case of business as usual. Poomonster was laid on the bed clean nappy, clothes changed and toys given out. It was only 0730 at this point, and the beginning of a long day. Within 10 minutes a steady stream of professionals were in and out of the room and Poomonster delighted them all and made me so proud at how well he just went along with it all. Nothing much seems to faze him.
At 0845 D was taken to the anaesthetist and the long wait began. It was just me and the wee one in a hospital room. We took advantage of being alone and the quiet and he had a great feed and a lovely nap while I drank tea and wrote letters to friends. So rare to have the oportunity and I pounced on it.
Once awake we left the hospital to buy some juice for the patient and in search of somewhere with a highchair so Poomonster could have his breakfast. Half a bowl of porridge later and some toast I did a dash to get supplies and buy myself some lunch.
Back at the hospital, we had about half an hour to wait for the patient's return and the wee boy happily played on a blanket on the floor with his toys. All of a sudden it seemed I needed to clear everything up, and move things so that D's bed could be wheeled in.
The patient was back and the wee boy looked a bit confused but was soon gurgling away at his daddy and holding his fingers. I spent the next 3.5 hours in a cycle of playing with the baby, giving the patient water, playing with the baby etc....
I was really pleased at the breakthrough moment of Poomonster happily taking a bottle from me during the day. Pretty sure it worked this time because he was strapped in the pram and boob simply wasn't an option. Whatever the reason I was happy, he had lunch and pudding and plenty of milk in a very strange environment.
About half 3 we made a move and headed for home. The whole rigmarole of packing up everything was done again and kisses goodbye given. It felt strange leaving without D and even stranger walking in the house without him knowing that he wouldn't just be walking in later that night.
In the old days I used to really appreciate a few hours to myself but tonight it just felt strange. No rest allowed just yet though as Poo's evening meal needed to be made, given and his bedtime routine done. Dinner tonight for the wee man consisted of some asparagus and seafood sticks, some creamed asparagus and kiwi fruit to finish. Strange combo but he enjoyed everything so that's a success in my book.
With the little one finally down for bed I got on with the important job of ordering take away. As I opened the door to my delivery, the baby with his impeccable timing opened his mouth and screamed. Half an hour later I was eating my luke warm dinner. After only an hour staring at the TV, the early start and the prospect of another night of nightfeeds sent me up to bed.
I was awake at 10 to feed him. And again at 2. At that point my sniffling cold kicked in and I was wide awake.
Two hours later and I'm still not sleepy and suspect the wee one will wake within the next half hour anyway so what's the point in even trying?
Hopefully we'll get a couple of hours after the next feed and we can start tomorrow and whatever it brings.
Friday, 3 October 2014
One thing I've learned as a mum is that every baby is different. This seems like an obvious statement but there are some things that some people don't realise.
My little fella rolls, sits like a Champ, laughs, giggles and chats away to me. He enjoys his food but isn't a fan of breakfast but really loves satsumas.
But then I have friends whose babies are a similar age and don't do some of these things. But then those babies will do things such as sleep through the night! Something Oscar definitely does not do.
For a while now it's been difficult to see other breastfed babies sleeping through and wondering what I was doing wrong. The long and short of it is that I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm frequently asked by family and friends if he's sleeping through and receive lots of suggestions of things to try.
But then I read the information in this website: https://www.isisonline.org.uk/how_babies_sleep/normal_sleep_development/
As we all know every baby is different but it's not uncommon for breastfed babies to still wake for feeds at the age of 1.
I have adjusted somewhat to the lack of sleep, you just have to. As long as Oscar wants to breastfeed I'll continue, so, yes, I may be still feeding him in the night for many months to come.
Rest assured the minute he starts sleeping through, you'll know about it!
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
This quote has often been on my mind in my lifetime and a recent dining experience brought it to mind again.
Over the last six months my social life has been mainly limited to spending time with my "mummy friends". Don't get me wrong, I love this and love spending time with them. We started off meeting in the same place quite frequently, well it was summer, the sun was shining and most of us could walk there. It was perfect.
Then the weather got less fantastic, boredom set in and so began the hunt for "baby friendly" venues to devour cake. Not massively difficult normally, but there is always at least three of us, with babies, prams etc.... It ain't that easy.
I foolishly assumed that if a place has highchairs they will be welcoming. WELCOMING and able actually. Wrong!
One of the first places we went to wasn't too bad. The warm and friendly delight of Clervaux. We had a Groupon voucher and I popped in the day before to let them know we were intending to redeem it. The cafe hosts NCT mother and baby meetups, so they're definitely welcoming. Just a bit of a shame that noise carries so much in there and it's quite hard to negotiate prams in there when they're busy.
The second place (Robineau) is the subject of my recent fool me reminder. We turned up one morning, four of us with babies and three prams between us. As I was first there I asked for highchairs and the lady I spoke to was happy to rearrange seats and tables and fetch high chairs etc. Sadly the waiter was less than impressed.
As usual the food was delicious but the service was sketchy. As the babies were finished eating we asked for the high chairs to be taken away, there really wasn't much room and we didn't want to get in people's way. We laid a blanket on the floor in our little space and let the babies sit and play on that. It kept them quiet and happy and didn't disturb anyone. The service was really slow and the attitude of the waiter was unhelpful.
Saturday, 20 September 2014
Then in 2006 I received a diagnosis which completely changed my outlook on life. I stopped holding back and decided to just go for it. I dyed my whole head atomic pink. I loved it, but never felt comfortable with the attention it seemed to get. While I'm chatty and bubbly and will talk to anyone, I'm not massively confident and don't feel comfortable being the centre of attention.
At work I found myself interacting with more senior staff members and I wanted to be taken seriously. I never really believed people saw past the hair. Consequently, I gradually started toning things down.
Looking at old photos recently I realised I really missed it. The hair made me feel like I was being true to myself, like normal, despite it being a most unnatural colour!
Despite being home alone with a demanding baby this afternoon, I've finally given into the siren call.
The Pink is back and I feel NORMAL.
Thursday, 18 September 2014
I was recently given an opportunity by PicStick, to review their magnetic pictures. That was a "Hell Yeah" and we quickly received details for ordering them.
These magnetic pictures come as a sheet of nine and only cost £9.50 with free postage. Pretty decent!
It was really easy to order, simply upload nine pictures, then drag and drop onto the template. The hardest part is choosing which 9 pictures you want! Once you've done that you can edit the picture placements to suit, and TADAHHHH that's it.
They arrived really quickly and I was surprised at the high quality and how easily they split into single magnets.
The family members have all received them but we couldn't bear to give them all away so we have kept three.
Now you too can have PicSticks and at a bargain price. Just enter the code TATTY25 for 25% discount (for the next month).
Disclosure: We were sent a free sheet of PicStick in order to write this review. All opinions are my own and are 100% honest.
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
What I get really annoyed about is the media getting it wrong. The latest example is the BBC programme "In the club", which showed this scene...
This particular baby carrier is not safe at all. In a bag sling, there is no safe way to position the baby. They have to lie lengthways and the sling curves them into a C-shape, pushing their chin into their neck and can restrict their airway. The design of this also means that any air they can breathe is re-circulated air.
There have been deaths associated with this sling. Wearing your baby is easy but it must be done safely for both baby and parent.
If you want to baby wear, please do your research and please find your local sling library to try before you buy, and learn how to wear your baby safely.
There are so many benefits to babywearing:
1. Wearing a baby is convenient.
2. Wearing a baby promotes physical development.
4. Baby-wearing is healthy for you!
5. Slings are a bonding tool for fathers, grandparents, and other caregivers.
It really isn't dangerous as long as you follow TICKS .
Sunday, 7 September 2014
This week, we made one of the first of many decisions relating to his care and wellbeing. We chose his nursery for when I return to work. In some ways it was harder than I expected it to be. When we first started looking into nurseries I had a list in my head of key criteria and thought it was as simple as that.
As soon as we looked at the first one I realised there were so many things that I hadn't even thought about which were so important. With every nursery we looked at, more and more things occurred to us.
We eventually narrowed it down to two. We were left with two final questions. Which one did we feel he would be happiest at, and which one did we feel we could trust to keep him safe, and care for him in the same way we would.
It's the weirdest thing having to choose someone to look after your child, and to pay them for the privilege of spending time with him. Because, it really is a privilege.
I'm now officially dreading 2015.
Every day that I finish work I'll be desperate to reassure myself that we have trusted the right person to take care of the most precious thing in our life.