Strength – of a different sort

During & after your pregnancy, your pelvic floor muscles & your pelvic floor exercises are of great concern.

Well, tonight, mine have had the biggest test yet. I went out for my second night out since having Baby Girl. I had three beers. (The most I’ve drunk in just under a year.) The plan was to be home by midnight, just in case. Thanks to the delights of London buses & tubes, it took me an hour & a half to get home. About ten minutes into that, I realised I needed to pee.

Only a woman who’s been pregnant will probably appreciate this blog post & the effort it took not to wet myself. And the sense of achievement that I made it home.

And all this in 4 inch heels. Sometimes you really have to wonder how women were ever considered the weaker sex!


1 year anniversary

This week marks the very special moment of when Baby Girl was conceived. Thanks Durex. We didn’t think so at the time but you’re a pal. Alas, some friendships aren’t meant to last forever. We’ll be seeking assistance from elsewhere from now on.

Good things come to those who wait

At the risk of jinxing everything… Last week, Baby Girl started sleeping through the night. I can’t believe it! I’ve had eight hours sleep a few nights on the run! I haven’t slept a solid eight hours since I was about six weeks pregnant. I’m positively giddy.

Baby Girl’s dad has been diligently giving her a 10:30pm dream feed since six weeks old. Everything we (I) read suggested that this would help her sleep through the night as she’d be fuller for longer & gradually drop the 2am feed.

Last weekend (ten weeks old) her dad had a birthday do on the Saturday. I decided to go to bed at normal time; if she woke for her 10:30 feed, I could breastfeed. If not, win, I got to sleep. At 3:30am, I awoke panic stricken. She hadn’t woken at 10:30 or 2am as usual. I jumped up to check she was breathing, terrified she’d overheated with last weekend’s amazing weather. She was. I then didn’t sleep until she woke bright eyed, bushy tailed & happy as Larry at 6am for breakfast. By which time I was a nervous wreck thinking she was half starved.

The following night we decided to experiment without a dream feed again. She woke at 2:30am but wasn’t interested in a feed. The following night, she didn’t wake until 4 but still not interested. Just a bit fretful for five minutes then dosed off again. By the Wednesday, she was sleeping through 7 til 6. We couldn’t believe it.

After a Google, we found the dream feed can actually have the opposite effect for some. Essentially, you keep them in the habit of  waking up & feeding regardless of their actual needs. 11lb is apparently the magic weight. From then, their metabolic rate is such that they can last the night without a feed. Thank god her dad went out or we may have struggled on for weeks for no reason at all!

And the icing on the cake? The same weekend, Baby Girl suddenly happily started to settle herself. So. We’ve suddenly gone from working hard to get her to sleep with a feed every four hours to having a proper evening together & most importantly, a proper night’s sleep. Fingers crossed things stay as they are. Would be a very cruel trick for her stop sleeping through now…

A helping hand

The other half has volunteered me to bake some goodies for a charity bake sale at his work this week. So I figured it’s never to early to share your passions with the littl’un!

But Baby Girl can’t seem to decide what to bake…

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Stuck record

Since Baby Girl could smile I’ve realised she loves singing. Which is good as I spend a lot of her waking hours in the day singing at her. Everything from Rhianna to The Little Mermaid. And I’m almost always greeted with a smile. Whether this is because of the signing itself or the fact the know she has my attention I’m not 100% sure.

However, there are two songs that calm her & get me a smile every time: ‘I just can’t wait to be king’ from The Lion King & The Jungle Book’s ‘Bearnecessities’.

Yesterday she was particularly fussy & wouldn’t be put down. She just wasn’t happy with anything. Until I sang these two songs. Which resulted in me singing them on repeat for a lot of the day.

And now I’m beyond bored of them. If I never heard them again it would be too soon. I need to find some others that have the same effect. And fast!

Routine at last

Baby Girl is 10 weeks on Friday & starting to get into a real routine. Thank god. She feeds at 6pm & is in bed about 7pm. She has a dream feed at 10:30 & sleeps through to about 2am. The day starts at 6am.

Can’t wait until the 2am feed is finally a distant memory…

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Song for a Fifth Child

As i sit here holding my little bundle, there’s the laundry from Sunday yet to be put away, an empty box of dishwasher tablets on the side, the pump & bottle from last night yet to be washed… This seems rather fitting.

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).

The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

– Ruth Hulburt Hamilton