He finally did it. After a few weeks of rolling onto his side and then screaming like a little wild cub because of a trapped arm, he did a roll all by himself today. He still makes old man straining noises whilst doing it but the minute I put him onto his back he’s turned around onto his front. It dawned on me that I can’t just leave him on the play mat anymore whilst I go for a quick pee or a quick snack from the kitchen. He already seems in a massive rush to move. Promptly after rolling onto his front he started wiggling his little bum frantically in a bid to move forward. Hmmm, I think this means I better start moving things out of the way. I don’t think it’ll be too long before he starts moving in a, what looks like, commando bum shuffling style. Although he could hang on a few weeks whilst I baby proof absolutely everything, then that would be fantastic.
I actually thought it’d be a bit longer before he started the “moving” milestones. Apparently I didn’t start any kind of moving until I was about 10 months old. Whenever I hear baby stories about myself it seems I was a relaxed kind of baby and gurgled my way quietly through to the age of 3 when someone obviously turned on my “showing off” and “loud mouth” switch. I look at baby and he really does remind me of a cross between a wild little cub and the 3-year-old hyperactive toddler that I was. He will chat to absolutely anyone in the sounds he can manage. At the age of 5 months that involves mainly coo-ing, screeching followed up by a shy smile once he gets a response. This applies even at the doctors surgery whilst he has a chesty cough and streaming runny nose. Cue the Doctor saying: ”Well, he looks very chirpy to me!”… and then I try to point out I am not an overprotective mad mother and that he genuinely looked like he was suffering during the night.
Just the other day I left him on our bed surrounded in with lots of pillows so I could get dressed. After about 30 seconds I returned to find him turned sideways with one of the corner of the pillow cases in his mouth, looking very pleased with himself. His other new thing is to examine each room we enter in our house (or anyone elses!) like he’s never seen it before and will turn around in every direction to get a good look. It is so cute to see especially when he is particularly impressed and rewards the room with a big smile or excited. Cute little man.
Today I took baby to get weighed and measured. I always love going to the baby clinic and getting that little dot on the growth and height chart. I do find it mildly exciting. That probably sounds very sad but when you get confirmation that your baby is growing up and “following the line” correctly then it is very satisfying. Over the last couple of weeks with one thing or another (family wedding, illness all around and then niece being poorly) I haven’t been for a while so made an extra special effort to get up early, pack baby up and tootle down to the surgery. To my surprise baby was fairly static in weight; still putting weight on and following his line but showed a slight dip. His height is fine and even jumped a line which filled me with joy! The Health visitor assured me it’s fairly normal and not to worry but “to bring him back in two weeks, just to be sure”. What? Why would she say that? Is she concerned? Should *I* be concerned? But he looks fine? (Actually he looks more than fine…he spent the whole session trying to eat his toes and screaming in delight at anyone that would talk to him!).
After getting over my mild panic I found myself trying to distract baby with a toy to get him to drink more. It didn’t work. Bribery crossed my mind but at 5 months he is obviously too young to be corrupted. Or even understand what that kind of corruption means. I then had a flashback of my exasperated mum trying to bribe my food shy brother, when he was about 5 years old, with a new toy car if he’d only just finish his food! Its something I swore I would never do but I do find myself thinking about the various tricks I will probably try in the future to get baby to eat, drink, sleep and generally behave well. Pre-baby I had all sorts of “I will never do that” principles on how to raise a baby. I think I have already broken at least half. For instance:
1. I will never give my baby a dummy, they ruin your teeth!. This changed after about 3 weeks during a particularly long crying session. We had a couple from Avent (Evil Avent!!) that had come free with the steriliser. After pacing up and down with baby in various arms, rocking and cradling baby the OH and I picked up the dummy and thought “ooh, I wonder” and popped it into his mouth. It was like magic! He’s had one ever since. I have been assured by my dentist friend that as long as it’s not for years and years it is ok. Thats my story anyway! Now I would go cold all over if I left the house without one.
2. I will not let baby get used to sleeping in my arms. That is very bad!! I think I broke this rule on about day 1. Maybe even hour 1. He was too beautiful and too perfect to not sleep in my arms you see. Plus I was breast-feeding and he used to fall asleep and I never noticed sometimes due to all the gazing I used to do at his lovely face. I realised after a bit of time that I’d have to put him down to wade through the rubbish tip in my house and attempt to occasionally clean it. So yes. breaking out of this little habit can still be hard on some days but he does now sleep (about half the time) without being cuddled.
3. I will always breast feed. No bottle feeding!! After a couple of weeks of struggling badly and discovering I couldn’t produce milk on one side (and crying a lot out of tiredness and guilt) I decided to become one of those combined fed mothers. And it actually worked wonders for me. I had always wanted to be someone who went for 6 months exclusively just on breast milk and switching over to partial bottle was a hard decision, but in hind sight I am very glad I did it. Baby got all the breast milk I could give him and also the formula to keep him going.
4. I will never give a damn about what people say about baby! This one is very hard and whilst I am a fairly balanced person I still find myself feeling guilty about baby decisions “ooh should I start weaning at 4 months? 5 months? 6 months? His milk? Is that why he’s not putting on as much weight? But he looks ready? Arrrgh” you get the picture. Coupled with people around you throwing in their views baby rearing (“Why isn’t he doing blah blah”) can be bloody confusing. I am the worrier in our family. My hubby is more the “Sod off! We will do what we want!!” type. Thankfully we balance each other out like that!
5. I will use controlled crying as a method to get baby to learn to self soothe! I don’t think this even took off! Initially I’d panic at every little whinge and think baby would need a mass of cuddling to make him feel better. Although I can now distinguish between a whinge and a genuine need for a cuddle I have never been good at controlled crying and will instead shout out to reassure baby that “I’m here! Whats the matter baby?” It seems to work ok for us. I think!!
There are still some “principles” I have yet to break. Considering my track record on the above I will no doubt be writing another blog in a few months. A little taster of the contradictions to come….
1. I will never bribe my child. If he doesn’t finish his food he can sit on the naughty step till Kingdom come and then be sent to his room.
2. As above, once he is old enough, I will be firm with my punishments and carry them through. The Naughty step will be very much alive and kicking in this household.
3. No fruit shoots. Ever!
4. I will be the Firm Parent! Grrrrrr!
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I used to dread the night feeds when baby was first born. Mainly because I’ve never been a night person. I’ve always been a morning person and would usually start dozing off on the couch around 9.30pm. Yes i know. That is very very early for an adult but I would be in bed, by the latest around 10.30pm, and sleep for a good 8 to 9 hours. Anything else was deemed “an awful nights sleep”. Little did I know.
Obviously the hibernation style of sleeping went out the window when baby boy arrived. The first few weeks were a wee bit hard as baby boy would wake every 2.5 hours. Each feed in itself would take an hour so I’d sit and clock watch and think about how much sleep I was going to get that night. After the euphoria of a new baby wore off, I would sit feeding, and feel my head loll, and then jolt upright violently. Thankfully, over time, I settled into a good night time routine. It became slightly more interesting after i switched over to full bottle. Bottles can be faffy at the best of times. But when you have to actually leave your bed to prepare a feed, in the middle of the night, it can feel like hard work!
After 4.5 months of night feeds you would think I’d have it all mastered into a smooth intrinsic quick operation. And I have. Well. I have kind of mastered it. If you disregard the bumps, kicks, quick shuffling in the dark and occasional “what’s the noise? Oh, the baby needs feeding”, then yes. Yes of course! I have it all mastered.
It goes something like this:
1. Baby starts initial shuffling and noises for a feed
2. I wonder what the noise is, establish I indeed have a baby that needs feeding and reach for phone in the dark to see the time. I am usually half wishing it’s around 5am and that baby has slept through the night. It’s usually around 3am though. Quick loud whisper to OH to put lamp on.
3. Shuffle out of bed in the dark and quickly exit room to make feed, without further stirring the half awake baby. Bang into various objects on the way out and make mental note to clean it up in the morning. (Mental note will erase itself about 5 seconds after this as memory is so shite post pregnancy)
4. Make feed and count the number of scoops of formula out LOUD just to be sure. (Do you know how hard it is to count to 4 in the middle of the night when you’re half asleep?). Shake bottle violently in an attempt to cool down and stick under cold tap in an attempt to speed up cooling down process.
5. Shuffle back into pitch black bedroom and hiss at OH to put lamp on.
6. Pick up baby who is now very much wanting feed and search for feeding / maternity pillow frantically on the bed. Find pillow being hugged by OH and prise from his hands.
7. Now this is the crucial bit. Settle with baby with feeding pillow under one arm, phone in one and bottle in other. For any Friends fans out there you’ll remember how Joeys agent Estelle would light up a cigarette every time the phone rang yelling “hold onnnn, hold onnnn, hold on!! Go!” that’s me, but the bottle version. Obviously I’m only yelling in my head. Else that would be bad.
8. Feed baby and switch Twitter on. Aaaand relax. Or at least try to keep awake through feed.
9. Burp sleeping baby and settle him back into basket. Try to quietly clamber over OH and turn lamp off.
10. Settle back into bed and wonder if baby will now sleep for 5 hours straight.
11. Repeat whole process 3 hours later (unless it’s day time. In which case I am already hugging the feeding / maternity pillow!)
Anyone else do it smoother? I think not
Finally, I got off my bum and decided to create a blog. I’ve actually wanted to blog for quite a while but then things like a new born baby, sleepless nights, and general exhaustion got in the way. I am now a complete yummy mummy who lunches regularly and decided to blog about balancing a baby as well as a social life.
Well, ok, not really. I still class myself very much a “new mum” and am still learning how to do even the basics for a new baby. If I manage to get out and about during the week, as well as cook, clean and look after myself then that is a major achievement. So far, after 4.5 months, I still haven’t managed it. I give myself another 6. I think that’s fair isn’t it?
So why the blog? Besides the fact it’s quite cool to have a blog, I’d very much like to keep some kind of record of my baby adventures and share this with my friends, family and anyone else who likes to read my ramblings. My memory, it seems, disappeared with the end of my pregnancy and, coupled with still doing night feeds. Every. Single. Night, I need some way to look back and smile at the day-to-day antics of Baby Boy (who is now 4.5 months, flipping heck where has the time gone!) and not simply remember things like the night feeds. Dont get me wrong, they are lots of fun too. Hmmm.
Its also the first time in my life I am not either studying or working. When I was pregnant I stupidly had the idea that maternity leave would be a “year off work”. I would repeat this gleefully to anyone within ear shot and somehow managed not to see the knowing smirks from the folk that had already crossed over into parenthood. I think I realised after about the 2nd hour of having a baby that this was definitely Not My Year Off. Hence; the title. Genius. I know.
Oh…and finally, a bit about me. I am a very young 30 something living in the North West of England. I had my first baby in December 2010 and am still getting to grips with motherhood and the lack of memory. Its . This week I actually don’t want to go back to work. I never thought I’d feel like that after having worked my butt off very hard over the last 10 years to get where I am. I’m enjoying the time with baby and watching him turn into a cheeky smiler. Mind you, Upsy Daisy is starting to wind me up. I don’t get how her skirt flaps up and down. And Iggle Piggle running around trying not to go to bed? Actually, I might be running back to work come next year.
Go easy on me! I dont know much about blogging ettiquette yet!
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