35 weeks today! and waddling awkwardly around awkwardly after a 16 month old Baby Bear who is becoming increasingly challenging...
He can run... fast. He can screech at the top of his voice and does so when he wakes up, when he's tired, when I'm taking too long to sort his food, when I say no, etc etc.
But he is very cute. I woke yesterday morning (to screaming) and when I went into the room I received a beautiful beaming smile and the words, "Morning mummy. Biscuit?"
Yes. he strings words together, and is amazingly vocal. He can repeat most words (note to self, stop swearing) and uses a lot of words in context. That sentence came out as 'moooornin mummeee. Biskeet?' but its very obvious what he's saying most of the time, or at least what he's after. For instance, when he received said biscuit, and ran to me smiling cheekily. 'Guppatee? Dip-dip?'
which translates as 'you appear to have a cup of tea, can I dip my biscuit?' He is funny.
I'm starting to get really tired though, and I try my hardest not to snap at him. It's not his fault I'm pregnant. It's not his fault I have awful SPD and Daddy Bear works evenings so at bedtime I have no tolerance for him when he doesn't want to bath or go to bed, and that I can' take him to the park to play because I can't walk that far. I'm finally starting to accept help - if a member of my family offers to take him out for the day, I do say yes, so he gets a good day. Even if I feel bad about it...
On a brighter note, I love having a fluffy bummed little boy! I'm struggling with absorbancy issues at the minute, my Close Parent pop-ins are lasting 2.5 hours max, even with a bamboo booster, the Blueberry one-size pocket with a hemp insert was soaked and leaking through after 2 hours today and my massively boosted eBay cheapies aren't doing much better (so he looks like Beyonce but still not lasting very long...) I stripped them all with a dishwasher tablet and they're a bit better but I think I need more absorbent boosters. And more nappies...
I've ordered some Tots Bots Bamboozle Stretchies, some Little Lamb Bamboos, a Tots Bots easyfit, and Itti Bitti Tutto and some Blueberry wraps to give other nappies a go, hopefully I find something that works better for us.
Eagerly awaiting fluffy post!
xxx
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Saturday, 7 July 2012
It's Time to Get Fluffy...
So there are things I did with BB that I won't be doing this time round.
-Listening to other people's advice without thinking about what I wanted
-Moving him into his own room early
-Trying to put him down a lot
- Having constant visitors in the first few weeks
- Not accepting help
- Not doing what I wanted to do because other people said it wouldn't work
And it goes on....
My biggest regrets would be stopping breastfeeding too early and not cloth nappying.
I'm not going to put massive pressure on myself to breastfeed for a set amount of time, I just know I want to go for as long as we are both happy, however long that may be (despite DB's objections that they are 'his' boobies.... ) I'd love to breastfeed for a year+, but let's see how it goes!
And using cloth. I told everybody I wanted to use cloth when I was pregnant with BB. Had I done as I'd wanted and not listened to my mother/mother-in-law etc about how much hard work it was, I would be laughing. I'd have a full set of cloth nappies by now which I could use for Little Bear, and would have had a lot more disposable income for pretty ones!
So I'm slowly building up my stash, which includes so far
2 Newborn Bumgenius
1 Newborn Bambooty
1 Newborn Tiny Nipper
2 Size 1 Little Lamb microfibre
2 Small Motherease Sandys
3 Various small wraps
3 close-parent pop ins
1 blueberry one-size pocket
2 cheapy pockets
and a bundle of boosters
which sounds like a lot, but it isn't enough! Because I'm moving BB over to cloth as soon as I've got some more. I'm going to have a trial cloth day next week and if we get on with a particular brand, get some more.]
I must say, seeing all my fluff drying on the airer makes me excited! But is a dangerous addiction... I dream about nappies, spend most of my day shopping for nappies or talking about nappies or trying to convince DB we need two matching custom nappies for the boys! I can't wait until next payday - I NEED MORE FLUFF!!!!!!
Got my way in the end!
-Listening to other people's advice without thinking about what I wanted
-Moving him into his own room early
-Trying to put him down a lot
- Having constant visitors in the first few weeks
- Not accepting help
- Not doing what I wanted to do because other people said it wouldn't work
And it goes on....
My biggest regrets would be stopping breastfeeding too early and not cloth nappying.
I'm not going to put massive pressure on myself to breastfeed for a set amount of time, I just know I want to go for as long as we are both happy, however long that may be (despite DB's objections that they are 'his' boobies.... ) I'd love to breastfeed for a year+, but let's see how it goes!
And using cloth. I told everybody I wanted to use cloth when I was pregnant with BB. Had I done as I'd wanted and not listened to my mother/mother-in-law etc about how much hard work it was, I would be laughing. I'd have a full set of cloth nappies by now which I could use for Little Bear, and would have had a lot more disposable income for pretty ones!
So I'm slowly building up my stash, which includes so far
2 Newborn Bumgenius
1 Newborn Bambooty
1 Newborn Tiny Nipper
2 Size 1 Little Lamb microfibre
2 Small Motherease Sandys
3 Various small wraps
3 close-parent pop ins
1 blueberry one-size pocket
2 cheapy pockets
and a bundle of boosters
which sounds like a lot, but it isn't enough! Because I'm moving BB over to cloth as soon as I've got some more. I'm going to have a trial cloth day next week and if we get on with a particular brand, get some more.]
I must say, seeing all my fluff drying on the airer makes me excited! But is a dangerous addiction... I dream about nappies, spend most of my day shopping for nappies or talking about nappies or trying to convince DB we need two matching custom nappies for the boys! I can't wait until next payday - I NEED MORE FLUFF!!!!!!
Got my way in the end!
Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Just call me Hunchback...
My pelvis has given up the ghost.
It literally has turned around, and said 'you know what? you were the one who fell pregnant again despite the issues we had last pregnancy, and I'm fed up with being the only one working in this relationship.'
And I'm the one left to pick up the pieces. Or not, as the case may be.
I have constant, unrelenting pain in the bottom of my back, whether I'm sitting, standing or lying down. 95% of the time this pain also travels down my right leg every few seconds if there's any weight on my leg, meaning I walk with a limp and have to sit on one ass cheek. If I've been sitting down for a while and have to get up to walk, I look like a 90 year old as I can't fully straighten up and the limp is even worse.
I also have intermittant searing pain through my pubic bone which feels like someone is poking a hot needle through it. The more I walk, the worse the limp gets. If I go to baby group in the mornings, my limp is not too bad. If I also need to run errands in the afternoon, by the time it's that time when BB needs putting to bed, I look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame and I can't lift him without being in agony.
Now I have good days. Days when I can get everything done and at nighttime I am still mobile enough and in a reasonable amount of pain. By they are becoming few and far between.
My ten and a half hour shifts, of which I have to walk a lot and be on my feet, are becoming impossible. Three times I've had to leave early because the pain gets so intense I want to vomit, or I simply can't move. I went to my GP, who referred me for physio but I need him to sign me onto light duties and he won't. He's saying I need to keep active or it will get worse.
Er, yeah. I've got a fourteen month old too? He keeps me active enough.
So I go to my manager who offers four short shifts rather than three long ones. I can't do that because of childcare.
So she offers for me not to do late shifts. You think I want to work until 10pm? Those I also do because of childcare.
I tell her I need to do a job where I'm not on my feet all day...
And she tells me I need a letter from my GP.
Kill me now...
It literally has turned around, and said 'you know what? you were the one who fell pregnant again despite the issues we had last pregnancy, and I'm fed up with being the only one working in this relationship.'
And I'm the one left to pick up the pieces. Or not, as the case may be.
I have constant, unrelenting pain in the bottom of my back, whether I'm sitting, standing or lying down. 95% of the time this pain also travels down my right leg every few seconds if there's any weight on my leg, meaning I walk with a limp and have to sit on one ass cheek. If I've been sitting down for a while and have to get up to walk, I look like a 90 year old as I can't fully straighten up and the limp is even worse.
I also have intermittant searing pain through my pubic bone which feels like someone is poking a hot needle through it. The more I walk, the worse the limp gets. If I go to baby group in the mornings, my limp is not too bad. If I also need to run errands in the afternoon, by the time it's that time when BB needs putting to bed, I look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame and I can't lift him without being in agony.
Now I have good days. Days when I can get everything done and at nighttime I am still mobile enough and in a reasonable amount of pain. By they are becoming few and far between.
My ten and a half hour shifts, of which I have to walk a lot and be on my feet, are becoming impossible. Three times I've had to leave early because the pain gets so intense I want to vomit, or I simply can't move. I went to my GP, who referred me for physio but I need him to sign me onto light duties and he won't. He's saying I need to keep active or it will get worse.
Er, yeah. I've got a fourteen month old too? He keeps me active enough.
So I go to my manager who offers four short shifts rather than three long ones. I can't do that because of childcare.
So she offers for me not to do late shifts. You think I want to work until 10pm? Those I also do because of childcare.
I tell her I need to do a job where I'm not on my feet all day...
And she tells me I need a letter from my GP.
Kill me now...
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
13 Months on....
Baby Bear is growing up. *Cue welling eyes and wobbly voice*
I say this watching him climb onto my sofa, throw off alll off the pillows into a pile on the floor, stand up... and catapult himself onto the pillows before giggling for about ten minutes. He walks, runs, chatters endlessly and is very clear about what he wants.
For example....
The other morning I am roused from my bed by a chant of 'mum? mama? mama?' I open the door to his bedroom and am greeting with a great beaming smile to the chorus of 'peepo!' So he puts his arms up to be lifted out of the cot, and I stand him in the floor. He looks around for a second, before pointed to a stray dummy on the floor. 'doo-doo?' I pass it to him and he takes it happily, holding it in one hand. 'teddy?' teddy is also passed over. 'ta.' He grins, before walking off into the living room.
Oh dear. I think I have a bossy one.
He's just an absolute riot to watch! If he falls (which he does regularly) providing he hasn't hurt himself, it is followed by a shout of 'up!' If you ask if he is hungry, he shouts yes! before leading you to the kitchen. he also lifts my top, strokes my growing belly and says 'ahh, baby'.
However...
His tastes change daily. One day he will eat grapes, the next they are sucked quickly before throwing them on the floor. He loses interest in toast at least once a week. He refuses any sort of dried fruit (unless yoghurt or chocolate coated) he will eat weetabix but not porridge unless there is fruit and honey in it. And he very clearly tells me the word 'no' if he doesn't want to eat it.
Telling him no can result in meltdowns of fake crying, laying on the floor or stamping his feet. Pulling him away from something dangerous is like telling him the worold is ending. And taking the piece of fluffy toast out of his mouth that he'd found behind the highchair is like slapping him around the face.
He does know if he's eating somethign he shouldn't, as if i hold out my hand he will spit it out. Also, if he picks up somethign naughty, like my phone or the stones out of my fake fireplace, he runs over giggling to give them to me.
I look forward to watching him grow!
xxx
I say this watching him climb onto my sofa, throw off alll off the pillows into a pile on the floor, stand up... and catapult himself onto the pillows before giggling for about ten minutes. He walks, runs, chatters endlessly and is very clear about what he wants.
For example....
The other morning I am roused from my bed by a chant of 'mum? mama? mama?' I open the door to his bedroom and am greeting with a great beaming smile to the chorus of 'peepo!' So he puts his arms up to be lifted out of the cot, and I stand him in the floor. He looks around for a second, before pointed to a stray dummy on the floor. 'doo-doo?' I pass it to him and he takes it happily, holding it in one hand. 'teddy?' teddy is also passed over. 'ta.' He grins, before walking off into the living room.
Oh dear. I think I have a bossy one.
He's just an absolute riot to watch! If he falls (which he does regularly) providing he hasn't hurt himself, it is followed by a shout of 'up!' If you ask if he is hungry, he shouts yes! before leading you to the kitchen. he also lifts my top, strokes my growing belly and says 'ahh, baby'.
However...
His tastes change daily. One day he will eat grapes, the next they are sucked quickly before throwing them on the floor. He loses interest in toast at least once a week. He refuses any sort of dried fruit (unless yoghurt or chocolate coated) he will eat weetabix but not porridge unless there is fruit and honey in it. And he very clearly tells me the word 'no' if he doesn't want to eat it.
Telling him no can result in meltdowns of fake crying, laying on the floor or stamping his feet. Pulling him away from something dangerous is like telling him the worold is ending. And taking the piece of fluffy toast out of his mouth that he'd found behind the highchair is like slapping him around the face.
He does know if he's eating somethign he shouldn't, as if i hold out my hand he will spit it out. Also, if he picks up somethign naughty, like my phone or the stones out of my fake fireplace, he runs over giggling to give them to me.
I look forward to watching him grow!
xxx
Saturday, 28 April 2012
Had my 20 week scan - I'm Team.....
Blue!!!!!!!
Haha, I knew it! Baby is perfect, absolutely on cloud 9. He's still lazy, was sat with his feet on top to his head (The exact same position Baby Bear was in at his 20 week scan), having a snooze. He woke up after being poked at, all of his organs were fine, spine was lovely, then he uncurled from his ball, had a stretch and she zoomed in on his face so I could see him having a drink!! It was amazing. She then moved around to the bottom half, where his bits were very clearly displayed on the screen...
Sonographer: There it is!
Me: Oh wow!
Daddy Bear: What is it? Is it a boy?
Sonographer: ... Yes.
DB: Where's his willy?
Sonographer: (Pointing) Leg, leg, testicle, testicle, penis.
DB: Oh yeah.
Nanny Bear: How the hell did you miss that?
But once DB finally spotted the penis that was on show, right in the middle of the screen, he was beaming.
We are both so excited!
I must say though, a large amount of people have asked me if I'm disappointed, or am going to try again for a girl... No. I'm happy with my boys :)
My little Baby Bear is so loving, and independant and playful. He loves being thrown about and tickled and playing rough. He is a bit mad, he will quite happily run around the house at full speed holding a car like its the best thing in the world. He will run away if he sees you get a nappy. But he's the same boy who climbs onto my lap with a book for a cuddle, and kisses me until I'm covered in dribble, and feeds me bits of half chewed food with love.
On cloud 9
xxx
Haha, I knew it! Baby is perfect, absolutely on cloud 9. He's still lazy, was sat with his feet on top to his head (The exact same position Baby Bear was in at his 20 week scan), having a snooze. He woke up after being poked at, all of his organs were fine, spine was lovely, then he uncurled from his ball, had a stretch and she zoomed in on his face so I could see him having a drink!! It was amazing. She then moved around to the bottom half, where his bits were very clearly displayed on the screen...
Sonographer: There it is!
Me: Oh wow!
Daddy Bear: What is it? Is it a boy?
Sonographer: ... Yes.
DB: Where's his willy?
Sonographer: (Pointing) Leg, leg, testicle, testicle, penis.
DB: Oh yeah.
Nanny Bear: How the hell did you miss that?
But once DB finally spotted the penis that was on show, right in the middle of the screen, he was beaming.
We are both so excited!
I must say though, a large amount of people have asked me if I'm disappointed, or am going to try again for a girl... No. I'm happy with my boys :)
My little Baby Bear is so loving, and independant and playful. He loves being thrown about and tickled and playing rough. He is a bit mad, he will quite happily run around the house at full speed holding a car like its the best thing in the world. He will run away if he sees you get a nappy. But he's the same boy who climbs onto my lap with a book for a cuddle, and kisses me until I'm covered in dribble, and feeds me bits of half chewed food with love.
On cloud 9
xxx
Thursday, 19 April 2012
I'm so having another boy...
I don't mind what I have to be honest. I'd love to have one of each, but another boy will be just as much fun.
But I know of know I'm having another boy. I can feel it. This pregnancy is like groundhog day.
Symptoms from last time I have again?
*No morning sickness
*Zero first tri symtoms other than sore boobies
*Low bump
*Craving for ice cubes
*Loving the taste of water
*Being so obsessed with the smell of my clean washing I want to roll in the damp yumminess
*Sucking flannels
I think there was more. But could my pregnancy be any more identical to the last? Seriously?
Hopefully my bullying of Daddy Bear will convince him we need to know next week at my scan as he currently doesn't want to know. Because he 'knows' it's another boy. Apparently, he's such a man, he can only make men...
If I'm having a girl I will eat my words...
But I know of know I'm having another boy. I can feel it. This pregnancy is like groundhog day.
Symptoms from last time I have again?
*No morning sickness
*Zero first tri symtoms other than sore boobies
*Low bump
*Craving for ice cubes
*Loving the taste of water
*Being so obsessed with the smell of my clean washing I want to roll in the damp yumminess
*Sucking flannels
I think there was more. But could my pregnancy be any more identical to the last? Seriously?
Hopefully my bullying of Daddy Bear will convince him we need to know next week at my scan as he currently doesn't want to know. Because he 'knows' it's another boy. Apparently, he's such a man, he can only make men...
If I'm having a girl I will eat my words...
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
The Very Hungry First Birthday Party
So, on the 30th of March, my beautiful boy turned one.
I'd spent two whole days and a ridiculous amount of money making his cake.
Countless hours making food, searching the internet for ideas for presents and party ideas.
And lost hours of sleep thinking about the big day.
I know he won't remember. And I know he didn't have a clue what was going on. But I had a good day!
He woke up to a small pile of presents in a ball pit, which he proceeded to throw out and bury himself in the balls, and got very excited. He then ran around like a loon before collapsing with Daddy Bear in front of Peppa Pig. Then, I went off to Nanny Bear's, where I was holding his party as my house is tiny, and made lots of party food which was placed around The Cake.
The Cake was made with my own blood sweat and tears. It was a two-tiered affair, with white fondant icing and a Very Hungry Caterpillar wiggling around the outside. And I must say, I am very proud of my efforts. But I am not making another cake as long as I live. Bloody thing.
Then the famiyl arrived. And I was thrown so many presents I have no idea what came from whom... and then Lucas started to cry. he threw his milk on the floor, refused all food he was given and wouldn't let anybody hold him. Anybody else thinking naptime for the birthday boy?
Anyway, after a nap he blew out his candles (or I did) and people started leaving.
It went so fast I almost regretted spending that much time on it! But he had a lovely day and conked out for about 14 hours straight that night!
I'd spent two whole days and a ridiculous amount of money making his cake.
Countless hours making food, searching the internet for ideas for presents and party ideas.
And lost hours of sleep thinking about the big day.
I know he won't remember. And I know he didn't have a clue what was going on. But I had a good day!
He woke up to a small pile of presents in a ball pit, which he proceeded to throw out and bury himself in the balls, and got very excited. He then ran around like a loon before collapsing with Daddy Bear in front of Peppa Pig. Then, I went off to Nanny Bear's, where I was holding his party as my house is tiny, and made lots of party food which was placed around The Cake.
The Cake was made with my own blood sweat and tears. It was a two-tiered affair, with white fondant icing and a Very Hungry Caterpillar wiggling around the outside. And I must say, I am very proud of my efforts. But I am not making another cake as long as I live. Bloody thing.
Then the famiyl arrived. And I was thrown so many presents I have no idea what came from whom... and then Lucas started to cry. he threw his milk on the floor, refused all food he was given and wouldn't let anybody hold him. Anybody else thinking naptime for the birthday boy?
Anyway, after a nap he blew out his candles (or I did) and people started leaving.
It went so fast I almost regretted spending that much time on it! But he had a lovely day and conked out for about 14 hours straight that night!
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