So, parenting is one of those things where you can make all these intricate plans, thinking you've thought of every possible curveball your kiddies might throw.
But if you're already a parent, you'll know it doesn't work that way.
Plan:
Breastfeed Jacob for 1 year.
Reality:
Get to 6 months, consider stopping because he still feeds like a newborn, figure it must get better, realize it doesn't, get to 12 months and plan to stop but SB decides he likes feeding and isn't going to stop without a fight any time soon. Sigh.
Plan:
Not have to move out of my two bedroom house, because youngest can be in with me for the first 6 months/until he sleeps through then go in with his brother.
Reality
End up hating said 2 bedroom house, baby still co-sleeping 14 months later, DB sleeping on the sofa most nights so he doesn't have to share a bed with the snoring fidgeting small person, who feeds constantly through the night and refuses to take a bottle to make it a bit easier on his poor mummy.
Plan:
Slowly wean baby off of the boob one feed at a time, until he gives up by himself
Reality:
Pah! SB cries for a feed when he's tired, grumpy, bored, if I'm getting changed and he sees them, if he has a cuddle and his mouth happens to be close to them, if I'm not paying attention to him.... The list goes on. He feeds whether he's hungry or not. He constantly pulls at my top or places my hand on my chest as a sign he wants feeding. He bites, pulls me around, flips about. I wanted to give up two months ago and I'm sad our journey isn't ending nicely. I currently can only feed him off of one boob as all the biting and pulling has torn my left nipple, and every time it dies out and starts to heal I forget, feed him and it all opens up again. ouch.
SB rules the roost. I'm tired. I miss having my hubby in my bed, and not having a toddler attached to my nipple for 3/4 of the night. I'm fed up with having people tell me he shouldn't still be feeding/waking up in the night etc etc.
I'm going to try night weaning, as this is my biggest issue. wish me luck
Monday, 11 November 2013
Autumn Update
Soo, I've been the world's laziest blogger. Bad mummy bear.
But let me update you on what's going on here - are you ready for this?
September
So this was a busy month. Squishy Bear, well, Not-so-Squishy Bear, turned one. I was lazy and didn't make a cake, but we had a lovely (hectic) family gathering that made me realise as much as I love my family the next birthday party will be in soft play or a hall. I can't handle having control of that many people at once! Running around making sure people had drinks and the kids weren't bored and that the conversation flowed and certain family members didn't sit next to other certain family members. I felt like I needed a bloody valium when everybody had gone home. Plus my two boys got stupidly excited that everybody was here, and there were presents everywhere... Needless to say when they left I put the two very overtired toddlers to bed and had a big fat glass of wine.
And who was it that said the tantrums started at 2? because Jacob wasn't listening. He has an awful temper. I'm talking diva-like on a Mariah Carey scale - throw myself on the floor, banging head, pinching, screeching diva, for taking away the potentially dangerous item he found/picking him up when he tried to bolt up the stairs/stopping him from falling/because I picked his brother up first instead of him... He's very laid back, affectionate, intelligent... but my god you will hear about it if you do something he doesn't like!
He started walking, after 6 months of cruising around the furniture and me encouraging him to let go, he got up and took some steps and that was it. He was walking. Within days he was barely crawling at all. Now he runs. Fast.
We've had a few words too!
-mumma
-daddy
-'dews' (juice)
- 'Bo' (ball)
- 'Dadas' (Thomas Tank)
- Peppa
- Nana
- Pappy
Very very cute. What's even more cute is him babbling wordlessly at BB and BB responding to him and chattering back.
'Yes, let's go get mumma. Do you want to hold my hand? No. Mummy, he wants a biscuit.'
October
After months of Lucas being dry during the day, and still battling with him over poos, we took him to the doctor. I wasn't sure if we would have a battle about me wanting him treated for constipation but he took me very seriously. I described BB's 'poo run' (running around the room, very flustered, holding his bottom, in tip-toes with straight legs and an arched back), and apparently this isn't just BB being odd, it's a classic sign of constipation. BB's issue is that despite the fact he is desperate to go, he will hold it and hold it until he has this enormously swollen, sore tummy that he can't bear for me to touch and when he finally does go (in a nappy, he's terrified of doing it anywhere else) it's so huge that it hurts him, which obviously sets off the whole cycle again. So I've started him on lactulose today, in the hope if I can get him going regularly and painlessly, he will stop being so frightened of going and do it on the toilet or potty.
Anyway. Enough poo talk.
That brings you up to speed on the Bear household!
xxx
But let me update you on what's going on here - are you ready for this?
September
So this was a busy month. Squishy Bear, well, Not-so-Squishy Bear, turned one. I was lazy and didn't make a cake, but we had a lovely (hectic) family gathering that made me realise as much as I love my family the next birthday party will be in soft play or a hall. I can't handle having control of that many people at once! Running around making sure people had drinks and the kids weren't bored and that the conversation flowed and certain family members didn't sit next to other certain family members. I felt like I needed a bloody valium when everybody had gone home. Plus my two boys got stupidly excited that everybody was here, and there were presents everywhere... Needless to say when they left I put the two very overtired toddlers to bed and had a big fat glass of wine.
And who was it that said the tantrums started at 2? because Jacob wasn't listening. He has an awful temper. I'm talking diva-like on a Mariah Carey scale - throw myself on the floor, banging head, pinching, screeching diva, for taking away the potentially dangerous item he found/picking him up when he tried to bolt up the stairs/stopping him from falling/because I picked his brother up first instead of him... He's very laid back, affectionate, intelligent... but my god you will hear about it if you do something he doesn't like!
He started walking, after 6 months of cruising around the furniture and me encouraging him to let go, he got up and took some steps and that was it. He was walking. Within days he was barely crawling at all. Now he runs. Fast.
We've had a few words too!
-mumma
-daddy
-'dews' (juice)
- 'Bo' (ball)
- 'Dadas' (Thomas Tank)
- Peppa
- Nana
- Pappy
Very very cute. What's even more cute is him babbling wordlessly at BB and BB responding to him and chattering back.
'Yes, let's go get mumma. Do you want to hold my hand? No. Mummy, he wants a biscuit.'
October
After months of Lucas being dry during the day, and still battling with him over poos, we took him to the doctor. I wasn't sure if we would have a battle about me wanting him treated for constipation but he took me very seriously. I described BB's 'poo run' (running around the room, very flustered, holding his bottom, in tip-toes with straight legs and an arched back), and apparently this isn't just BB being odd, it's a classic sign of constipation. BB's issue is that despite the fact he is desperate to go, he will hold it and hold it until he has this enormously swollen, sore tummy that he can't bear for me to touch and when he finally does go (in a nappy, he's terrified of doing it anywhere else) it's so huge that it hurts him, which obviously sets off the whole cycle again. So I've started him on lactulose today, in the hope if I can get him going regularly and painlessly, he will stop being so frightened of going and do it on the toilet or potty.
Anyway. Enough poo talk.
That brings you up to speed on the Bear household!
xxx
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