Sunday, August 30, 2009

Fourth week

Well, I am sitting in bed typing this. My Dad and Stepmum are visiting for the long weekend and have taken Piran for a walk up to the shops. Mr C is downstairs watching a film and I am getting my first lie in for months (I couldn't lie in when pregnant at the end because of the bump being so big and heavy!) I said I would be up by 10 but was just dozing and suddenly realised that I could be writing so ran downstairs for the laptop. This is bliss so I will try and drag out my privileges a little longer ;D

This week has gone past in a blur. I guess that will be the way of things from now on. We are not yet in a routine but I am craving one so badly so am thinking and making plans of how I can start to encourage Piran to find a daily routine that suits us both for now. We are lucky, he does seem to be settling into one at night - he usually has a feed between 12 - 1 and another between 3 - 4 but last night he went to sleep at 10.30 then had a feed at 1.15 and one at 5.30 so we all got some sleep last night, he even went back to sleep at 6am which was new!

Eventually I want to start getting him to have bedtime at 7pm, but at the moment he still has his difficult time of night between 7 and 9 so he isn't ready yet. Still, any advice on how we start going about that would be amazing. We bought a monitor this weekend so we are all set to start putting him down in the bedroom by himself but we are waiting a little while yet as everything is off kilter with my parents staying etc.

So, last week. Let me see. Monday we went to Lewes - I had to pick up some bits and pieces and we went to the library (my favourite place, I cannot wait to share my love of books and stories with my baby. Story time, here we come!). On Tuesday two of the girls from work came over for a visit. It was lovely to see them, but very odd to hear about what has been happening at work. More stress and the usual complaints really. I cannot believe I am a quarter of the way through my maternity leave already, however it all seems like a different life, one at the moment I can hardly get my head around. The only thing really miss at the moment are my friends and the fact that I was super organised at work and had a fabulous routine!! It was great to see the girls though and they had a cuddle and bought me chocolates. Yummy.

On Wednesday we were up early and went to Tesco to buy picnic food for Girlie number 2's visit later that afternoon. Last time she visited Piran cried the whole time. This time, he slept! The weather was not really up to a picnic so we spread the blanket out in the front room and had it there. Later on Piran and I had a homeopath's appointment. I love Amanda my homeopath but unfortunately this was the last time that I am seeing her as she lives in Cyprus most of the time so has decided to stop practicing here. I am so sad, she is a wonderful person and so easy to talk to and I have loved seeing her over the past 18 months. I am not sure if I will find someone else or just wait and see what happens because I think I got more from talking to her than I did from the remedies. We will see.

Thursday morning Piran and I were up at at them, we went to Brighton and did Churchill Square quickly. I had some breastfeeding tops to take back to H&M because I am not needing them and so I got store credit and went straight to their kids store and spent the lot on Piran. Mr C could not complain though as it wasn't really spending money! Here is our haul:


Then on Friday I took Piran for our first visit to baby clinic. It was very quiet, I was expecting chaos but there were only 4 other people there the whole time that we were. I had walked there (it is about a mile up the road near the shops). I felt very nervous but it was all simple enough. Off came Piran's clothes and nappy, onto the scale and he was weighed - 11lb 5.5oz! Chunky monkey. I wasn't quick enough though and we had a wee wee shower all over him and the scale and the nice lady. The shame. Just as new people arrived. I remembered the Mum from my antenatal class so said hi and then took Piran to the shops. As we were walking back the lady was there again and stopped to have a chat. I tried my best but I think that she asked more questions about me and Piran than I did about her. I did find out she was called Louise and had a baby girl, Erin who is about a week older than Piran. I know where she lives and she said to pop in for a coffee if I am passing. Bit scary, open invite but I thought I could knock as I am going to the shops to see if she is in, and if she is see if I can pop in on the way back. That way she has some notice, or we can arrange a proper time. I have to make myself do this for Piran's sake, he will need someone other than Mummy to play with.

I asked my Mother In Law if she would look after Piran for a couple of hours between feeds on Friday afternoon. She came and collected him at 1pm and took him for a little walk and then to their house while I blitzed the house for the weekend visitors. Their bed was under all of my maternity and work clothes as I had been clearing out my wardrobe! So I did 2 hours cleaning (and felt so much better for it, the house was beginning to get me down, it is hard when you are here all day looking at the dirty floors but not having the time or energy to deal with them!). Then at 3pm there was an almighty rumble of thunder and it threw it down so I jumped in the car and drove to her house. Piran had been asleep the whole time so I stopped for a drink and then he woke up so I gave him his bottle. They had bought him a chair to sit in and were dying to give it a go. It is proper fancy, it plays tunes and rocks him. At our place we have to do the rocking oursleves! Here he is:


They were having so much fun and it was sunny again I left him there and came home to make dinner. He was delivered back a hour later, after doing a big poo for his Nanny to clear up (that's my boy!). Unfortunately, my Dad and Stepmum were coming from Cornwall and the traffic was really bad. Piran had his feed at 8.30 and went out like a light and they arrived at 8.45. Typical.

Yesterday we went to Nymans Gardens. It was a lovely day and I have some pictures I will post later. Now I have to get up and shower as it is almost 10.30 and this is a long post. I am looking forward to this week as Mr C is on holiday so we have a whole week together as a family. Must admit I have an appointment for a haircut and I am going to Ikea for fabric one day too on my own but I deserve a little holiday too ;o)

If you are still with us here are some of this week's photos and please any bedtime routine advice you have, chuck it in the comments. Thank you as usual.






This week Piran started to make sounds like the odd ohh and ahh not just crying or whinging! His neck is getting so strong as he is starting to focus. He goes cross eyed all the time which freaks me out but I watched him follow his Daddy out of the room with his eyes which is amazing. His hair is falling out but mainly on top so he has an old man's hair style, like a monk. He is eating well but still wants a bottle every 2 hours during the day, so I am trying to drag that out a little. He loves his jungle and will lie in it quietly if he is happy and awake. He is awake so much more which is fun for me but also tiring! The corners of his mouth tun up more now and we are starting to get a tantalising glimpse of that first true smile. How awesome will that be?

Thursday, August 27, 2009

My first poo story

Here it is people, proof that I am no longer just any old blogger. I am now a Mummy Blogger. My very first poo story. I feel that this is some sort of rite of passage!

Picture the scene....brand new Mummy with a baby that is a mere 36 hours old. In the SCBU talking to the very nice doctor who is explaining that they want to do a new type of xray on Piran. He undresses and examines Piran then asks me if I want to be the one that changes his nappy as it is wet. I readily agree, slightly nervous as this is only nappy number 2 for me. I remove the nappy and as I do the little man deposits a lovely poo straight into his babygrow. The embarrassment and shame laughed off as I admit I am new to this. The thing is, it is not just poo, this is meconium. Dark green tar like poo. Lovely. So I roll up the babygrow and clean up the 'area' (NOT simple, that stuff sticks. Like tar. Scrubbing was required!) and slide a clean nappy underneath. Before I can even do it up, Bingo, he shoots he scores, poo number two. As I remove the nappy and wipe the mess and slide another new one underneath we have a wee wee shower incident. Well, I can say that this is going well. The doctor and nurse are still there talking to me as I mess up the nappy change in perfect fashion. The shame! Before I even have chance to deal with the wee situation Piran deposits poo number three and as I cleaned that up it was topped off with wee number two. The second dirty nappy was removed the baby was wiped and I got a clean nappy on and done up. The relief was palpable, from my side and theirs as I think they thought for a minute that they would need to intervene!

So there we have it, one single nappy change, in front of an audience involved:
Nappy x 3
Poo x 3
Wee x 2
Clean clothes x 1

Wallflowers unite!

I think that I have spoken on my blog before about my paralyzing shyness around new people and that I worry that it will affect Piran's social life in the future. Right now, he doesn't really notice but I figure that I have to start somewhere and get off my bottom and meet some people, attempt some small talk and remember if they ask me a question about Piran it is only polite to ask about their children (I am seriously backward at small talk).

Anyway, I thought that I would start off gently and when I received an email from a nice lady informing me that during September, PizzaExpress will be hosting ‘Leggera Blogger Lunches’. Throughout the month, bloggers will be able to tag others they would like to meet, and invite them to lunch. It’s simple: you just post on your blog about the ‘Leggera Blogger Lunch’ linking to the bloggers you would like to invite. It seems that Pizza Express have a new ‘Leggera’ pizza they want to show off to us bloggers (apparently it has got a hole in the middle that’s filled with salad, and it’s only 500 calories! Good for those of us trying to shift the baby weight perhaps, although I am a huge fan on pizza so not sure how I feel about some being replaced by salad. I am still pondering that one!)

So this is my post and my invite to two lovely bloggers. I have conferred with the lovely Mrs from OMG We're Pregnant and Miss Leslieanne from life with a little dude and they have both said that they would love to meet little old me. Or perhaps they just want to meet Piran (I am suspecting the latter....). Watch this space for tales of how it all worked out and whether I plucked up the courage to actually speak when there!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: Our family

Kelly

Mr C

Piran

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Bits and pieces

I suspect that I have limited time to write a post. Piran is asleep but only had a small feed almost two hours ago so I am actually surprised that he is not screaming the place down! Anyway, I just wanted to write something so instead of tackling the 'proper' posts that I have flying around in my head I just wanted to get some bits and pieces out.

Baby questions
Wow, these little bundles of fun can be very perplexing at times. What on earth did people do before Google? I have no idea. I have read a number of books and surfed online but honestly keep coming back to Twitter and blogging for help and advice. You have all been just wonderful, so I will keep asking the questions.

Today's offering: At the moment, when Piran sleeps I have him in which ever room that I am in, so usually the front room in his chair or carrycot during the day and evening and then in his cot in our bedroom when we go to bed. I would like to start putting him down in the cot in our bedroom in the evening so that we just get a hour or so without the baby in the room. I would get a baby monitor to listen in but how old does he need to be before we do this?

Your blogs
I am sure that you all realise and understand that the time I have for reading blogs is limited at the moment! After two weeks of just marking all as read in my google reader I am back to reading the posts but I am afraid that I have turned into a bit of a lurker. I know, the shame! Anyway, I just wanted to say that I am reading and following, I just do so in the middle of the night on my iPod as I try and get Piran to settle which means no way of commenting. Also, I did leave a couple of comments last week on a couple of blogs and spent the next 24 hours with an uneasy feeling that what I was trying to say had come out in a condescending way, or that I had not been coherent enough to get my point across. So it is probably best that I don't comment for fear of offending you lovely people.

My writing
God, I am desperate to be able to sit down and write, however unless I have had a proper nap right before hand I am pretty certain that my attempts would not be that good. There are a couple of websites that I am dying to write something for and contribute to and my birth story NEEDS to be written, for my sanity and for me to finally put it to rest and move on.

My blog
I try not to look at it too much. It looks all messy and my blogroll is just appalling and I want to tidy up the sidebar and do so much more. If I had the chance I would love to learn how to do all this stuff myself and design a template that I like but I guess I will have to save that to sometime around Piran's 18th birthday! I tried to find a college course but they are all in Eastbourne which is too far to go.

However, it cannot all be that bad as I got this lovely award from Miss Leslieanne. As much as cake. A high accolade indeed!


Sewing
I had hardly done any sewing before I went on maternity leave but I cannot believe how much I miss it at the moment. I am itching to get on with some projects that I have planned and when I was in hospital I received all of this lovely fabric that I ordered from the US and it is just sat there waiting for me to get my hands on it! Look, how cool?





Plus, I finally managed to get onto Amazon and ordered some books on sewing. Now all I need is time to take the fabric and make something!!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Blogging with integrity

I have been meaning to add this to my site since I first saw Susanna's post on her blog. This is something that I agree with wholeheartedly and I feel that as long as I follow these guidelines then I do not have a problem with the inclusion of reviews or competitions and other related posts on my blog. First and foremost this is a blog for me, so if something interests me and I have the chance to review it then I will.



The “British Mummy Bloggers Do It with Integrity” badge stands for blogging with principle. By displaying the badge you agree that you will:

-Make transparent any relationships with products or companies;

-Clearly label advertising, advertorials and/or sponsored posts;

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

Third week

Please don't panic, I do not intend to write a post every week for the rest of Piran's life! It is just at the moment this is adding structure and meaning that I am writing at least one post a week which is good for me.

Things are...wonderful, tiring, mind blowing, scary, exhausting, overwhelming, joyful, fabulous. That feeling that I had before Piran was born of being so in love with Mr C has just tripled with the love that I feel for my gorgeous son and the love I feel when I see my two special men together. Life is not all cupcakes and roses (more like sterilisers and baskets of washing) but after Piran has cried for 2 hours in the evening and then had a bottle and fallen so fast asleep that when we try and burp him he crumples up like a little floppy Buddha baby my frustration is washed away by the rush of love I feel for this amazing creature.

It was a good week for us. The two of us got out and about lots and lots. Tesco's and the tip on Monday, a walk on Tuesday, Asda and Matalan on Wednesday, had a visit from Girlie number 1 on Thursday and Friday was a walk in the morning and Tesco's and the bank in the afternoon. We also went out in the evening with Mr C, once we even made it to the pub to sit in the sunshine and have a drink while Piran hiccuped (appropriately) away in his pram.

Yesterday was another few milestones - our first trip out in the car as a family, our first nappy change in public (and it was a big dirty one, baptism of fire!), first feed outside of the house (on a bench at Sheffield Park, in the back of the car!). Now I would be happy to go out for longer than a couple of hours although when he wants his bottle he goes from asleep to screaming hungry in about 30 seconds flat which does not give you much time and it is hard when he is screaming in public. Cannot be helped though!







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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: The lesser-spotted multitasking man



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Saturday, August 15, 2009

Second week

Well, isn't sleep deprivation exciting? I totally underestimated what it does to your brain. I am fine with looking after the little man and I am managing to get the essentials done, but Thursday I completely lost the plot in the evening - Mr C practically threw me out of the door and made me go out for a hour by myself then when I came home made me go to bed and he was in charge of Piran downstairs until midnight. It made all the difference and when the health visitor came yesterday I was on top of the world and she seemed convinced that I knew what I was doing.

Thursday was hard for a number of reasons, Piran is constipated and when I called for advice there was confusion over how I should be making up the bottles I am giving him, and at one point I ended up wailing that I was a failure as a mother because not only could I not breastfeed I was incapable of making up bottles too. Stupid really, there is just so much conflicting advice. Anyway I got that all sorted with the health visitor when she came and now it is even easier than before which is a result.

This week was all about coming to terms with the way things all turned out and getting on with our real life as a family. So far, that is great. We have a gorgeous son who is big and strong and very long with big hands and long fingers and monkey toes.

He makes the most amazing, confusing and frankly odd facial expressions and I could happily watch him all day.
He scares us at times because he flings his head about and headbuts us when he is upset. He is just going to get bigger and stronger so I will have to work on my muscles that is for sure. At least we managed to bite the bullet and get out for a walk on Friday.

We are getting there. He has a difficult period every evening where he cries for about a hour and is restless either side. We are finding ways to deal with this, we will see how it goes. Mr C is amazing and is getting more confident by the moment. I am typing one handed and cuddling with the other because Piran cries when I put him down today. I must get my papoozle out and free my hands! I miss blogging and need to write, although I should probably be sleeping. I love twitter and everyone's support and advice. Thank you, especially for all the comments on my last post and offers of help. You all rock.

Last word from the little man:


DAMMIT WOMAN, STOP TAKING MY PHOTOGRAPH WITH THESE STUPID TOYS!

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: I am a Mummy now




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Sunday, August 09, 2009

First week

Need to get this out, not a cheerful post.

Wow, this is all so strange. We are glad to be home and starting to get to grips with certain parts of this (nappy changing speed has increased daily!)

I am overflowing with happiness but this has not been easy at all. The induction process was long, painful, frustrating and ultimately ended in a labour so far removed from my birth plan I cannot process it. Then, within 7 hours my baby was alone in the SCBU because he had bile stained vomits. Mr C had gone home, and I was bedridden. By far the worst night of my life as I waited in bed for updated from the midwife and the doctors. 48 hours of nil by mouth, and soul destroying hours of waiting to see if he would be transferred to Brighton, knowing that due to the blood loss I was too unwell to go with him. Unable to hold my baby, feed or bond with my baby. Desperately trying to hand express colostrum to give to the baby if they said I could getting 0.2ml at a time.

The nursery ward was hot and I am anemic so could only stay for 10 minutes at a time. Seeing him with drips and tubes and antibiotics.

Being told that we needed to give him more milk than I could produce and practically throwing formula down him so that I could feel he was getting food, and ultimately come off the drip.

Eventually came my chance to learn to breastfeed. The difficulty of the shift changes and nurses and different advice every second. Being poked and prodded, and having a baby that screamed for his dinner but wouldn't help himself. Being told that the baby had been poorly, that he needed breastmilk to get better. I cannot describe the pressure.

Knowing that my baby was fine, that we just needed to get home and having to beg our way out of hospital.

We were allowed home on Thursday and things are so much better. I have lost the plot loads, I have so many regrets, but he makes it all worthwhile. Mr C goes back to work tomorrow, all paternity leave used up. Hence the twitter account for the little man, @Squigler0 so Dad can know what we have been doing.

I am not breastfeeding, for many reasons, a whole post on it's own. I am expressing as much milk as I can, giving it by bottle and giving him formula afterwards if he is still hungry. He is newborn but big and has an appetite I cannot live up to, and he gets so frustrated we cannot learn what to do. He is big and strong and fights me all the way, hurting me and frustrating me as he went. The first time we gave him a bottle I saw a full satisfied look ok his face and it was an amazing feeling. He seems happy, he has the required about if wet and dirty nappies and although it means more work for me and is time consuming every drop counts and I know my milk will run out soon but I like to think that I have given him the best start I could without killing myself in the process.

Since coming home I have ended up agreeing to go out or have visitors when I would rather wait. That stops here. I only started bonding with my baby three days ago, and we don't know each other yet. My plans for no visitors was ruined by circumstance but I know I should be grateful he is well.

Anyway, he is waking and Mr C is feeding (bonus of bottles) so I am going to lie down and hope that by writing this I can let go a little and sleep.

Blogging will be sporadic but Twitter is my lifeline @dancinfairy if you don't already follow me.

Hello everybody


Thursday, August 06, 2009

Ruby slippers

Anyone seen my ruby slippers? There's no place like home, there's no
place like home, there's no place like home.

We are so close to busting out of this joint can almost smell the
dippy eggs and soldiers. Please keep fingers crossed for us today.


It is 6am, someone has had me up approx every 30 mins and couldn't
care less. No drips, wires or antibiotics I just took care of my son
overnight for the first time.

Plus, I just opened google reader and found out I ade the Tots 100.
81! All this waiting for baby news suspect. Coming soon, attempting
to woo readers with cute baby pictures ;o)

Monday, August 03, 2009

Squigler

Piran Ernest Cheesley was born on Saturday 1st August at 5.20pm and
weighed a respectable 10lb 2.

Unfortunately he has been a little poorly so we will be stopping in
hospital for a little while longer. I am keeping positive and all
signs are good but it has been a difficult 48 hours for all involved.
He has had a bad tummy and was not allowed to eat until today. All
that chatter about breasfeeding I could never have imagined how it
would be to not be allowed to feed him at all. Today he is allowed and
we are both trying to find our way. So far it is hard but we will
persevere.

I didn't realise how much I had come to value your advice help and
support until I was cut off from my blog, email and twitter. I promise
to be back soon with pictures and words but for now please just keep
us in your thoughts and prayers.

Hope you are all well. Kelly and Squigler.

Oh and he lives up to his name, he is strong and squirmy just like in my tummy!