Today I am 36 weeks and 6 days pregnant with baby number 4. We are just days away from meeting our tiny little poppyseed!
It’s all very surreal. Baby’s going home outfit is ready.
It’s been a hugely busy week with 40th birthday bashes, no sleep and 10th birthday parties to organise too. I’ve had a lot of pelvic pains, strong Braxton Hicks and painful movements from baby. So much so that I managed to convince myself that perhaps baby was preparing to come and meet us before the planned section… and wouldn’t that be wonderful?
I just cannot rid myself of a sense of disappointment about the impending section that is looming up before us. I have accepted that this is the safest mode of delivery for this baby. I have made peace with the fact that a VBAC is not for me. I will never experience a vaginal birth and I will never know what it feels like to deliver my own baby. That hurts. A lot. But I have accepted that. I am ok with it. But I am still so disappointed. Continue reading
There seems to be a trend lately for ‘retro’ toys. Vintage playthings are flying back onto the shelves and all of a sudden our little ones are shunning the latest technological advances for old fashioned wind up record players that tinkle nursery rhymes. I’m not complaining, don’t get me wrong it’s lovely to have toys to treasure back in the shops, it’s just… it make me feel old!
Yes, I squealed with delight when I saw that record player in the shop the other day. I remember those brightly coloured plastic discs dotted with grooves and the little handle you pumped around and around. I remember the old chunky clock that helped me to learn to tell the time; the big yellow teapot with the tiny people inside and the Day to Night Barbie that I coveted for months and months before my birthday that year. All of those toys bring back such wonderful memories, but I struggle with believing they were really around thirty years ago. Continue reading
I’m not even sure why we call it breastfeeding. It’s surely just feeding. A baby needs to be fed, and it just so happens to come from a breast. So what?
I’m getting ready to breastfeed my fourth baby and I have to say that this time around I’m not sure I have the same feelings towards it that I once did. First time around, I wasn’t sure about feeding at all. I thought I might want to breastfeed, but I wasn’t bothered if I couldn’t. Luckily, baby latched on perfectly first time and we were away for seven months exclusive feeding. The next baby was a different story, and various health issues and allergies led doctors to offer an ultimatum- stop breastfeeding or have your baby admitted to hospital. At the time, I felt I had no choice, but with the benefit of hindsight I quickly grew angry at the ultimatum I was given.
Breastfeeding my baby was my right and I felt like a huge failure for not being trusted to sustain my baby. He wasn’t thriving, but it turned out that he did no better on formula either. For a long time the guilt I felt at stopping when he was just four months old was excruciating. When it came to feeding my third baby, the thought of even having bottles in the house frightened me. I wanted no part of formula feeding and I fed her myself until she was 15 months old. Continue reading
Over the summer we were lucky enough to be sent a Joie Brisk stroller to take to Sicily and test out for review. We’d never heard of this brand before, but it turns out they’ve been around for a number of years, dedicated to ‘sharing joy with new parents worldwide’… a philosophy I can get on board with! So without further ado, here are our thoughts on the Brisk stroller from Joie.