When J came home he was 4lb 6oz, was so tiny but to me he had grown so much. You half expect some general comments when you have premature baby, especially when you must come across as a OTT basket case of a mum, but two separate occasions J got mistaken for a doll ! Continue reading “World Prematurity Day – Mistaken for a Doll”
Next Thursday is World Prematurity Day and this has made me think back nearly 5 and a half years ago when as unlikely as I ever thought it would be, I became a Mum.
I hadn’t brought anything, as I couldn’t convince myself I would have a baby to bring home and tried to tell myself I didn’t buy anything as I didn’t want to jinx it. Looking back now everything from the get go pointed to yet another miscarriage, but week by week he stuck in there. Continue reading “World Prematurity Day – That First Cuddle”
This balancing act of being a parent is like watching your heart balancing on a tightrope with no safety net and the internal debate of laying down cotton wool or letting it reach the other side. Continue reading “The Balancing Act of a Parent”
We all have those places, we have visited for what seems like the hundredth time. Its close, convenient and the kids enjoy it. Although the shine is starting to come off the visits, its good to get them of the house and do something as a family.
Through the many night feeds I’m doing at the moment (damn this 4 month sleep regression) I came up with an idea to make a trip out more fun. Continue reading “Making a Family Outing More Exciting.”
Who in their right mind would want to be a child photographer?
This was the question I was asking myself so many times today. Between the grumpiness, trying to put everything within reach in her mouth and squinting in the light, getting photographs for my friends limited edition dribble bibs seemed like an impossible task. Continue reading “The Impossible Photo Shoot”
I’m grabbing a few rare quiet moments this morning sat on my back door step with coffee in hand. My mind running through what I’m sure is 2 days worth of mental digestion it hasn’t had the chance to do, when it comes across the always present mummy guilt. Continue reading “Day 4 – Mummy guilt has hit”
I’ve survived so far , is it time for bed yet ?
R woke for feeding at 4 this morning but with cheeky boob peeking smiles she was determined to stay awake and no amount of me pleading with her to close those eyes worked .
Fast forward to just after 5 am sitting there slowly winning the sleep battle when I hear
MUMMMMMMMY I NEEEEEED YOU! Continue reading “Day 1 – Is it time for bed yet ?”
So you finally have that positive pregnancy test you so very much wanted so you should be so happy right ? but instead of that happy excited feeling you expect to feel, that you have seen your freinds and family go through, seen on so many shows and movies, your filled with a ball of emotions scared to be happy right now….. it’s OK to feel like this Continue reading “Dear Mummy growing a rainbow”
I’m beyond tired, R is thinking sleep is for wimps, J wants mummy to do lots with him and my insane idea of moving the kids bedrooms made me feel like I’m failing at this thing called parenting until… J says something that made me think, I’ve done something right! Continue reading “I’m taking this as a parenting win!”
After J was born, a couple of the mums I had made friends with on bounty were babywearing and saying how good it was. Then there was me, I had already brought a baby carrier and sling , hubby used the baby carrier a handful of times and I used the sling once or twice, but wouldn’t have really called it babywearing. They mostly lived in their box and bag on a shelf. I sold them a few years later being hardly used. Continue reading “Whats all this babywearing about?”