Mummy's Coffee Morning

So as we head ever closer to 4 months (OMG) and it being NYE and all I thought I'd take some time to reflect. Everyone talks about 3 months like its magic and I have  to say that Oscar is officially like a pampers baby now lol. He chats away, kicking and laughing and yesterday he rolled over! He is definitely a bit more person like than the squawking new born of the first three months. Whilst I wouldn't say 3 months was 100% the end of all our woes (sleep still being an issue) we have all come on in leaps and bounds. Oscar is off the gaviscon now, still a sick baby but does not seem to be in pain from reflux now. He has worked out how to poo effortlessly and spectacularly and is very interactive. We have even got into a guaranteed  solid 3 hrs of sleep when we put him to bed which means mummy and daddy can have some time to sit exhausted on the sofa!! I feel as though time is passing even faster now we are out of the 4th trimester and the newborn days. The changes in Oscar s

I'm one of  those people  that likes to  find out everything I can before doing something. I will read all reviews and look up pics and read the description  over and over before going on holiday so I know  what  to  pack, where to get ice cream, what entertainment  there will  be etc. I read and re read menus before going to dinner, I look at the attending guests on Facebook  events to get a feel of the event. you get the  idea. I am also one of  those people who  looks obsessively  at cute photos on pintrest and has to try and  recreate them. Therefore, naturally  when I became  pregnant  the books arrived: what to expect when you're expecting, what to eat when you're  pregnant, the new parents bible, why love matters, gurgle, you and your new baby...yeah and if that wasn't enough I also Google everything! On top of that I wanted to take photos of my pregnancy  progress and when Oscar finally arrived I vowed to  do loads of cute photos and memory items. However,

In just 6 short weeks our whole lives have changed. Its like there is this whole other world that co-exists with the one we used to live in. You kinda know it's there but you don't really notice it much until suddenly you become a  parent and the welcome pack to this other world lands eith a hefty thud on your doormat! There is a plethora of new discoveries and our house is suddenly filled with odd things such as gripe water, infacol, burp cloths and a truck load of other baby accessories  (for such a small person who doesn't  do much he has a  lot  of  stuff!) As we start getting  used to  this new world we are part of  and I start venturing out more I have also discovered  something  else new! Other parents! Theres the snobby judgy ones and the i know exactly how you feel, sharing a knowing look and maybe a word or two ones (these are my favourite!) Whilst our lives (personal space, me time and chaos free house) are slowly adjusting to  this new world, our little bo

We have survived the first month!  Whilst it feels scary to thing our little pudding is a whole month old already it's also nice to  be getting  used to  each other and feeling a bit more confident.  Of course there  are  still days when I'm exhausted  and  the collic crying is overwhelming  but we are beginning  to  find that more often than not we have a  solution.   As Oscar grows I am beginning  to  enjoy small periods of  awake playtime with him, these have cheered my days up greatly and are a welcome break from the gas induced crying or greedy nipple guzzling (even if it only lasts 15 mins!)  I find myself continuously  having to remind myself  that  he is only just over 4 weeks old and  that it was only that long ago that I went through childbirth! It's easy to forget these things as the fuzzy, sleep deprived,milky, snuggly days sort of fuse together. I am constantly  asking people what day it is and am always suprised when I look at the clock and see how earl

After the horrendous first week at home with Oscar, without my husband, I became suprised at how quickly I have begun to adjust to certain things. Now don't get me wrong there's still a lot of adjusting to occur (I'm also not saying I am fully ecstatic about embracing all of those adjustments but hey!) We are on week 4 now and Oscar will be a month in four days. A lot has changed for us as a couple and for my daily routine. For example we now eat strange meals for dinner, often with Oscar hanging off my boob or Thrashing about on my hubby's shoulder trying to poo! Oh and don't forget that this is usually done at lightening  speed (in order to finish before the baby needs feeding/changing) and to the soundtrack of rain or shower sounds blasting full whack from one of our phones or the tv in a desperate attempt to calm the poor baby's evening heebie jeebies. I have in fact become so used to  the rain sounds that it either sends me into a dreamlike state or I comp

Leaving the Hospital with Oscar was terrifying. We had entered the Birthing centre at about midnight  the previous evening knowing of course that at some point in the next few hours there would be a baby. However there is knowing that to be true and ACTUALLY having said baby come home with you! two remarkably different things! All of a sudden our dynamic as husband and wife had changed, I was in the back seat for one (which felt weird) and there seemed to be so many terrible dangers in the world now that we had this tiny person to look after. needless to say the first night with our little man was spent waking up and checking him every time he made a noise (which was surprisingly often as he is a very snuffly sleeper) or making sure he wasn't in danger of being smothered! Id read a lot about babymoons and spending the first two weeks indoors in your pjs, bonding. Now I wasn't too enthused by the idea for a couple of reasons: generally i find that staying in my pjs indo

I wanted to write about my labour experience for a number of reasons.  Firstly, because quite frankly it was amazing and I can't quite believe the experience, secondly because I want to squash the idea that you will hate your husband/partner during labour and that he will be utterly useless!  Thirdly, because whilst I was pregnant (and googling everything) I really struggled to come across positive and easy tales of birth. Every time I googled something about birth I would inevitably be faced with a horrendous ordeal which lasted 20 hours and ended in 50 stitches and an emergency Cesarean!  Not only that but pretty much everyone who shared their birthing story had some huge horrific event involved and seemed to relish telling these details before saying "I'm sure you will be fine though." (reassuring) and then usually "Just remember, don't panic." (I really wasn't.) Even all my baby books, magazines and email updates contained depressing s

Time to say bye bye bump and hello baby I am 39 weeks +6 days.  Things are starting to  happen  and I know that soon, one way or another our baby will be leaving the comfort of my womb and arriving in the big scary world. It's  time to bid farewell to the bump. It's  been nine months.  These past nine months have changed me both mentally and physically and more than any other nine months I've  ever experienced. This bump has become a part of me that I will actually miss, i've stretched clothes with this bump, gotten in peoples way with this bump, its made me wee more and made me waddle, i've knocked things over with this bump. This bump has made me awkward and emotional, it has given me equal amounts of joy and frustration. I have felt the little person in this bump squirm and wriggle and I have spent many hours watching the alien movements with my husband.  I've grown a person in this bump! A little person! For nine months I've protected a

Throughout my Pregnancy journey, I quickly discovered that people seem to lose that all important filter when talking to you, around you or about you. You know that filter that tells them they probably shouldn't say that thing out loud/nobody really wants to hear it?  As soon as you are a bit pregnant- like beyond the oohs and awwhs and how exciting- and people have got used to the idea, BANG their filter breaks whenever they are near you. You will notice people beginning to tell you all sorts of things (that you definitely didn't ask for or want to know) and people when say things to you about your body/ life as though its perfectly acceptable all of a sudden.  Now I am nearing the end of my Pregnancy I have come up with a bit of a list of the kind of things I mean. some of which, if you have the pleasure of hearing yourselves, will probably be really annoying by week 39. if not before!      The Downers There will definitely be people who upon hearing your

Ever since we announced that we were expecting I have had to listen to all manner of speculations and random bits of advice no matter if I wanted them or not.  One thing in particular that really annoyed me however, was having to listen to my Husbands friends and friends of friends and work colleagues fill his head with all sorts of horrendous horror stories about how he could expect me to behave over the next 9+ months.   Now I have to say this did come from both the partnered and single Dads but definitely more so from the single/what I can only presume to be unhappy/bitter Dads.   This was supposed to be a joyous time in our lives, we were happy and beginning to enjoy the changes in our lives and in my body yet I had to stand by and listen to these speculations.  Fortunately, I am pleased to say that my wonderful husband defended me greatly (at least whilst I was present) by saying all sorts of wonderful things and dismissing their warnings which I was thankful for

I have gone from somebody who thought they were having broken sleep occasionally to a heavily pregnant someone who regularly sees the early hours of the morning these days. I suppose (as everyone is quick to tell me) I can look at it as practise for those broken nights of sleep and night feeds soon to come (and if all the "advice" givers are to be believed a quality of sleep which will remain firmly in place for the next 18 years at least!)   Although somehow I don't quite think being up with a newborn is going to be nearly the same as being up with a hot chocolate and catch up TV but we shall see.  Anyway it is on these early morning wake ups that I often lie there thinking about entirely random things which usually I can do nothing about there and then (if at all.)   Last night, I was reminded of the lengthy and ridiculous journey I had to take in order to finally find out what was "wrong with me." As far as I remember my journey started at about 18 y