Welcome to the World Heidi!

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I’ve been a little quiet for the past month… no prizes for guessing why. I’ve built up month’s worth of pent up frustration and have soooo much to say about the longest pregnancy / labour in history, but I’ll save this for a less emotionally charged (and less tiring) day.

Right now, I’d like to introduce the new love of my life - Heidi (middle name to be decided) Mills.

Okay, I’m a little late. She came into the world via emergency c section on April 24th - nearly a whole week ago. The fact she came out of me with a little help from a spinal epidural and one seriously hot doctor doesn’t mean I didn’t experience labour. In fact, I laboured HARD; 14 hours in “established” labour stuck on all fours, screaming and swearing, and countless hours before that writhing around on my sofa. It’s been the hardest and most physically traumatic thing I’ve ever done.

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Heidi is tiny. 6lb 9 at birth she has plenty of baggy skin around her legs and arms to grow into. She’s got her daddy’s long legs, but I can’t really see either of us in her facially yet. In truth, she doesn’t look much like a ‘Heidi’. She doesn’t have the Germanic look that Dexter did when he was a few days old; her hair is darker and her skin isn’t as milky. But this was the only name Craig and I were able to agree upon. I liked Maeve, Orla and Elsa, and Craig was keen on Beatrice, Harriet and Bethany.

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Other than a minor case of Positional Talipes (her little feet are currently facing facing inwardly) which we’ve been referred to specialist for, she’s perfect. She was treated for Strep B at birth and cultures were grown using her blood that thankfully tested negative. She’s a sleepy little thing and is capable of 6 hour long stretches of sleep so has slotted into a routine of sorts already.

My milk still hasn’t fully come through yet so we’re currently on a mixed feeding schedule which involves as much skin to skin contact and ‘breast time’ as possible and 2-3 60ml formula feeds per day. It’s a demanding challenge to take on and Heidi can sit on me for hours at a time before unlatching herself. It’s been very difficult for Dexter as his mummy is having to give so much of her time over to his new baby sister.

Don’t get me wrong, Dexter is intrigued by Heidi and forever touching and kissing her, but he is resenting the time I’m rendered immobile. He calls for me constantly and his cries have taken on a heartbreaking quality that has had me in tears several times. I am so proud of him though - he’s very soft-handed with her and is helping with basic chores such as fetching nappies and blankets. I’m sure I’ll end up writing about this more extensively as I have a sinking feeling these tears might be more than a little nod to some impending baby blues.

Dexter and Heidi Welcome to the World Heidi!

Physically, I’m doing well. Sheer bloody mindedness saw me out of bed just 5 hours after surgery and walking around the hospital corridors. I was discharged as soon as Heidi was given the all-clear and my suture has now been removed. Although this is only my second c section, I like to think of myself as a bit of a pro now and have an upcoming post in mind on tips for post-surgery recovery.

So that’s it - normal service will resume asap and I’ll be working through some reviews of products I’ve found invaluable, and posts all about Dexter and Heidi as they forge a bond despite their hysterical mummy and shattered daddy (poor Craig had just half a day’s paternity leave). Right now, I’m off for a cold shower, little cry, then plenty of cuddles with both of my beautiful children.

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What a Difference a Day Makes…

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Having been poorly these last few days, I’ve had to leave my poor little blog to fend for itself whilst put on a laptop-ban by Craig on bed rest. I have managed to sneakily catch up on lots of my favourite mummy blogs on my iPhone however and have been furiously scribbling down post ideas for the next few weeks.

I woke up this morning and couldn’t wait for Dexter to go down for his afternoon nap so I could jump on here and get writing. Unfortunately, he’s teething and my hospital stay (and the resulting follow-up appointments) seems to have played havoc with his routine. Because of this, Dex has been refusing to nap all day. My little red-faced protegé is now furiously rubbing his eyes and fighting sleep on the sofa beside me. I know in a few minutes I’ll be able to bundle him up and pop him upstairs in his cot for a few hours - but for some reason I feel totally stressed out.

I only had one full day away from Dexter in hospital but he’s managed to learn lots of new tricks during our time apart. He’s got the babbling down to a fine art and can now say “Mumma” and “Dada”. I always thought I’d love to hear him talk, but after the hundredth time of hearing it today, juxtaposed with some unhappy screaming and lots of tears, I’m almost desperate for a bit of quiet.

My little man is also now more mobile than ever and is now able to drag himself across the floor with his elbows (his little legs flailing hopelessly behind him). Annoyingly, he seems to have had enough of his toys and is repeatedly insisting on the following;

  • Emptying his change bag and chewing on his nappies and baby wipes
  • Hunting down my handbag and sucking on the leather straps
  • Commando rolling to the nearest plug socket and chewing on any wires

As it’s now impossible to leave him alone for 2 minutes to visit the loo or have a shower - I’m still in last night’s pyjamas, my hair hasn’t seen a hairbrush, and I’m yet to brush my teeth.

I know I’m just having a bad day and am probably still a little spaced out from the surgery, but I’m honestly sat here wondering where my smiley baby boy has gone. I’m now the proud owner of a little gremlin and have no idea what to do to placate him. I can already see it’s going to be a long old stretch to the weekend…

 

 

 

 

 


The “Easy” Phase of Parenting - My Little Napping Machine!

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As a mummy blogger, and stay-at-home parent, I’m constantly reading other people’s blogs and experiences of parenting. When I first had Dexter, I had read so much about the challenges ahead of us and how mum’s ‘never have enough time in the day’, and prepared myself for a tough time. I mentally said goodbye to sleep and a tidy house and waited for my little bundle of chaos to arrive into the world.

On May 16th 2012, Dexter was born and I have memories of Craig and I cradling him in hospital, shaking our heads at each other and saying things like “It all starts here” and “Life will never be the same again”. We told ourselves that we’d probably need to multiply all the things we’d read by 10, and wouldn’t ever have a lay in again.

The first 10 weeks or so were a massive shock to the system. It was a big adjustment getting used to having a demanding miniature person sapping all your strength and stealing all your sleep. As Dexter was born in early summer, there were a few really hot days where I didn’t bother changing out of my nightie, brushing my hair or doing my make-up. These days were similar to the days I had read about and it was comforting to know that it’s perfectly normal to be sleep-deprived, in shock, and temporarily out-of-action.

As Dexter was hospitalised twice in his first few weeks with Strep B - it was even tougher for us as we practically lived in the hospital and didn’t have any privacy; we couldn’t have a healthy row with each other, walk around in our pyjamas at 3am, and have any moments of weakness. Although the doctors and nurses didn’t have any expectations of us, we felt we had to be perfect parents and mentally alert for every second we were there.

After this all-too-common bumpy introduction to parenthood, things changed dramatically. I have no idea if our Dexter is just an amazingly easy-going baby, or if I’ve unknowingly (despite all that research) stumbled upon an easy phase of parenting - but it is so unbelievably easy that I’m just as worried as I would be if he was a nightmare. I find myself constantly poised waiting for a tantrum or something worse.

You see, at just shy of 8 months, Dexter loves to sleep. He has a really great routine that we just seem to have slipped into.

I guess it all started when he was around 10 weeks. He started sleeping through the night in the hospital and we literally had to rouse him for a sleepy feed in the early hours. Of course Craig and I both thought this was a result of the Strep B and he would soon be rid of it and back to his screaming, crying and unpredictable self. But no…

As soon as he was discharged, he took to his cot really well. The midwives taught us a little trick with a pillowcase and a rolled up towel which allowed us to create a nest in his cot (supposedly this simulates the womb) which Dexter just loved. Just a few weeks later he was sleeping regularly throughout the night and wouldn’t take kindly at all at being disturbed. We checked with the midwives and rather than advise us to wake him up to feed, they said we were lucky and to be “grateful for small miracles”. So on it continued - we’d put him down around 11pm and he would sleep soundly until 7am.

As time went on, things got even better. At around 5 months, he started taking frequent naps throughout the day. Despite this extra sleep, he started rubbing his eyes that little bit earlier in the evening. We started popping him in bed an hour earlier (9pm / 10pm) and crossed our fingers that he wouldn’t deduct this hour from his morning routine. Night after night, when we popped him in his cot he would play with his teddies for 5 minutes then gently drift off (I can count the number of times he’s cried in his cot on one hand).

Despite our fears, surprisingly he began waking an hour later around 8.00am - this meant we gained 2 extra hours in bed. Dexter was (and still is) an absolute angel in the mornings and we’d hear him quietly babbling to himself for 30 minutes before he was ready to get up and start his morning routine.

When we moved into our new home, Dexter was 6 months old. We decided this was the time we would move his cot into his own room (due to the layout of our home, in actual distance, the cot is still only 3 metres away from my head so perfectly safe).

Although we had convinced ourselves that this was going to be a difficult transition for him, Dexter absolutely loved it! As long as his LED neon fairy lights are on, and we pop on his musical mobile, he’s quite happy. He does have a few funny quirks though. He doesn’t like you watching him fall asleep so you have to pop back 10 minutes after he first goes down to tuck him in!

Soon after he moved to his big boy room, bedtime got a little earlier and he’d start to look tired around 8pm / 9pm. Naps were still few and far between and he would still sleep in until 8am.

Now he’s at 8 months, he is much more active. This has the general effect of making him even more tired. He has still maintained the usual sleep-times, but he’s now beginning to enjoy a proper afternoon nap. His general routine now looks like this:

8.00am - Awaken and play quietly in cot whilst waiting for mummy

8.30am - Say hello to mummy and nappy change

8.45am - Baby porridge and bottle-time (180mls) - usually soils a nappy

9.30am - Play-time with mummy (plenty of tummy-time and singing)

11.30am - Pre-nap bottle (180mls)

12.00pm - Nappy-change before nap

12.15pm - NAP TIME (here’s the best bit) until…

3.00pm - Awaken from nap

3.15pm - Bath-time

3.45pm - Fruit and finger food lunch and bottle-time (180mls)

4.30pm - A walk with mummy

5.30pm - Play-time with daddy

6.30pm - Dinner-time

7.00pm - Bottle-time (180mls)

8.00pm - Bed

How amazingly simple is that?! It’s just so easy to parent him at the moment. In total he’s up for just 9 hours 15 mins per day and for 2.5 hours of that, Craig is here with me!

Inevitably at weekends we’ll have to fiddle with his routine as we fit in day-trips. Despite this, Dexter never minds if he’s waiting a few extra hours for a bottle or piece of fruit. If we’re out and about, he’ll steal his nap time when he can (when we’re in the car, or he’s in his pushchair) and still be just as smiley as ever. We’ll bath him in the evening instead and he doesn’t get confused or stroppy - he just takes it all in his stride.

Every night, I tend to pre-write a blog post so it’s drafted for the next day. When Dexter naps, I’ll fiddle with it, then go ahead and post it. The rest of his nap time is taken up with social networking, reading emails, and commenting on people’s blogs. I can also do a bit of housework but Craig and I tend to do most of this at the weekend (clothes washing, hoovering etc).

How ridiculously easy?

So what do you all think? Do I simply have a great baby? Or is there indeed, an easy phase?

 

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