Sometimes a blog post takes a long time, and requires a degree of imagination. This one didn’t – it was my real morning!
It reminded me of when I was a kid and we used to tease mum about the endless cups of cold tea that we would find around the house. Most of which were still completely full. But, I think I get it now – and in fact I’m pretty impressed she would get the tea made each time with 4 kids to look after. My morning below shows how hard it can be!
1. They fall asleep randomly in the most inconvenient locations.
Like that friend who just wants to get all deep and meaningful, then cry on you and fall asleep on your shoulder, babies just love a long drawn out complaining session, followed by finally falling asleep and trapping you in position.
The trick is to try and let that take place in a comfortable position as you won’t be able to move for some time.
It all started with my dodgy hips giving me pain as I lay down to sleep last night. One co-codamol later and I was able to sleep until Arya’s first wake up at 5.25am. I replaced her dummy in the ‘hope’ that she would give us another couple of hours if not just one more hour of sleep but it wasn’t to be.
Infertility isn’t a subject you always see on a mummy blog, but as it’s part of what brought some of the ladies behind this blog together I thought I would share a few words about the last 5 years that have been the best and worst of my life. In between the highs of marrying my wonderful husband in 2011 and having my beautiful son in 2014 were the toughest times I have ever experienced. Infertility was the hardest fight I have ever faced, and it has changed me profoundly. It’s a difficult thing for people who have had babies easily to understand, but when you want a baby and can’t have one, it takes over your life, your brain and your happiness. Continue reading A long journey of infertility.→
Pregnancy…the final countdown. A guest post from one of our few remaining pregnant ladies, K.
So here I am – 38 weeks pregnant. Now, I know no one has ever said this would be easy or the most comfortable time of life but I don’t think I ever realised how many pillows were about to invade my bed!
If you are reading this and you are as yet without a child – firstly, why? For heaven’s sake, go and sleep or get drunk or leave the house with a single tiny clutch bag, while you still can! – but if you are still here, we need to talk about poo.
When I thought about life with a baby, I expected to be tired, all the time, to be overwhelmed, to be scared sometimes, to feel as though there were not enough hours in the day and to never have a moment to do anything. Some of that turned out to be true, especially in the early days, but somehow it wasn’t quite as I had pictured.
This picture is of my adorable baby, A, and it is pretty typical of her life so far. She spends most of her waking hours shrouded in layers of muslins. No, it is not a questionable fashion choice on my part. The muslins go hand in hand with a lingering sour odour and constant suspect white stains on clothing and soft furnishings to signal that I have a Reflux Baby.