Mummy's Coffee Morning

We live in a flat and have a short but awkward flight of stairs to climb every time we wish to exit into the big wide world or return with snoozing baby. This has presented many problems. Not to mention giving me hours of standing around in the communal hallway trying not to look wierd whilst I wait for snoozing baby to wake up. The luxury of simply wheeling pram and sleeping baby into house was sadly not ours. I was also faced daily with the effort of lugging all the pram components and bags downstairs whilst baby, inevitably in the early days, cried from his safe deposit area (the floor.) We bought a glorious pram, the urbo 2 in limited edition liberty print (on sale I might add)   It is a beautiful pram and wonderfully smooth to push and operate however Baby Cremore rejected to tradition carry cot part (later we discovered due to reflux in the early days and general nosiness laterly)  So we switched up pretty quickly to the pram which incidentally  lies flat a...

7 and a half months postpartum. OH MY GOD I'M A MUM AND I HAVE A 7 MONTH OLD! Something astounding has happened.  I cannot pin point exactly when it happened but I know that it has. There has been a shift in the world and it's as if a curtain has been lifted, all of a sudden it feels like I have (finally) started to adjust into my new role as mummy. It's strange and I can't describe it particularly well but I feel different. It's almost as if I have been watching my life for the past 7 months and now I am actually in it rather than floating above it. As I write that those little words 'post natal depression' pop up and believe me I have heard them SO much. Whilst I think it's good health care professionals are a bit more on the ball about it, people asking you every chance they get if 'you are feeling alright in yourself' does make you a tad paranoid that maybe you arent. So having spent the last few months wondering if I did 'feel alrigh...

When I was pregnant I distinctly remember reading first an article in gurgle magazine and then a few blogs about mummy guilt. As I perused the articles I remember naively thinking that will never be me! These silly women who can't go out or buy a dress or get a massage etc. I won't be like that I thought as I stroked my huge belly. I imagined loving the child I birthed but still a bing plenty of opportunities  to  be me and whizz off on regular date nights and mini breaks with the hubby. Oh how the reality differs! Now I actually am a mummy I am shockingly riddled with heartbreaking guilt all the time! I'm guilty about things that haven't even happened yet like going back to work and leaving my tiny human with various grandparents for 3 days! What if he cries and needs me! I have been out out exactly 0 times in 6 months and cam count the times I have been away from my child for a few hours on one hand. Mum guilt seems to be a special and specific type of guilt, ac...

Yay! We made it to 6 months! (If um being honest O us actually  nearly 6 1/2  months it's taken me two weeks to write this.) Everyone always says 'it gets easier' and if I really stop sit down and think about it then yes I suppose it does. Gone is the screaming inconsoleable creature we had to dose up with gaviscon abd reflux milk to stop him throwing up which led to us using gripe water and fennel tea to treat the wind and constipation they caused. And the infacol jow could I forget that!!  So in short yes a lot of things have become easier.  However, it does not always feel easier as whilst certain challenges disappear with a new age bracket, new ones arise which sort of cancels out some of the newly discovered ease. Despite the fact that we are dealing with new challenges this is my favourite age so far! Oscar's personality is really shining through now and he is a funny, cheeky boy who laughs at the mostmost random things. He is absolutely  gorgeous a...

So we are heading towards the 5 month mark and have finally found something  to  take Oscar to that we have successfully  made it to more than once! We are out of the newborn stage and into a different stage, Oscar changes everyday, I can successfully  wash and almost dry all of my hair 8n the mornings and he's loving his first tastes of food. BUT it was still just him and me! After a traumatic experience  of  a  mother and baby group where no one spoke to me and I spent 15 minutes rocking back and forth in the corner, whilst Oscar slept and various too happy religious songs blasted out into the run down church hall full of toddlers and some very dated and slightly manky toys(Not to mention the very clichy psrents) we decided to hibernate for the rest of winter. Preferring long walks in the woods on our own instead. Our next experiment was a sensory class. Great in theory.  The reality was an hour of torture. Crammed into the corner of a cafe ...

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 ...

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 Osc...