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Before I Was a Mum…

I got one of those lovey dovey texts messages about being a mum the other day. Or rather, what life was like before one was a mum. It went something like this…

Before I was a mum…I never learned the words to a lullaby. I never thought about immunisations. I had complete control of my mind, my thoughts and my life. I slept all night. I never looked teary eyed. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces with both hurt and pride…

It went for a bit longer and was completely ahhh and mushy, filled with baby loveliness. It made me smile at first and well up, because…well, everything makes me well up at the moment. (I used to be hard as nails and it was rare I would cry. These days anything can set off the waterworks! I can cry on demand (I think. I haven’t tested it out yet)). Then it occurred to me that the text had missed out a fair few vital points. Granted, it’s probably because it is just a text message and has to be limited in characters. If it was an email, say, it’d probably carry on to include the following…

Before I was a mum…. (the unedited bits)

I never knew how to hold a baby. I used to make babies cry with my stiff nervous arms, frozen into a cradling position. I used to worry about things like “What if I can’t hold my own baby!!!”. Somehow though, you seemed to fit comfortably into my arms like a
Mummy / baby jigsaw and the curse of the “she makes babies cry” was been broken. I am a complete pro at holding other peoples babies now as well.

I never changed a nappy. Ever. The first time you poo’d after you were born was my first nappy change. And it was fine. I don’t regret not having changed a nappy till now though. Some things you’d easily pass onto someone else if you had the chance!

I never had to leap out of the shower mid shower and come running to you because I thought I heard you cry. Turns out you were sleeping so I had to reshampoo my hair because hair with unwashed shampoo in it feels a bit manky

I don’t think I ever used the words “poo” or “puke” as frequently as I do now.

I used to love shopping. In the sales, online, outlets… Anywhere. I still love it but it’s now all about you and I love it even more.

I hardly ever saw the doctor. Now they know me (and you) on first name terms.

It was all about me, myself and my holidays. Now it’s all about you, me and what holidays we can go on as a family. Still haven’t figured out where but we will. Yes we will. I am determined!

I still had sleepless nights but life back then was all about going out on a Friday night or watching movies till 3am. Now it’s meant to be about the night feeds and grabbing sleep where I can!

I hated sleeping face to face with anyone. Anyone! Now I love having naps with you in our bed, cuddling you, face to face, sometimes pretending to sleep so I can watch you watching me. I don’t do it often, honest.

What Happened Last Night

Last night was a bad night for baby. He had spent the evening throwing up owing to a nice little bug that’s going around. It then took till 9pm to settle him down completely. I dropped into bed by 11pm, tired, hoping we would both have a good night.

What happened next was a bit of a blur, but it goes something like this…

Baby was completely unsettled most of the night and crying on and off. I decided to cradle him in my arms and sleep sitting up. I’d just about dropped off when the OH started sleep talking.

“Let go of my arm.” I ignored it. He sleep talks quite a lot and I’ve learned to filter it out, whilst keeping an ear open for any funny bits. Tonight wasn’t funny and so I ignored it and tried to settle to back to sleep again.

He repeated it, this time tugging at me. He’s also done this before too. Ignoring him again I carried on trying to sleep.

“Let go. Wake up!” Tugging harder now he suddenly shook me out of sleep. I sat up in bed puzzled. I looked over to the basket where baby had been sound asleep all this time. It dawned on me I’d been dreaming but hugging the OHs arm tighter and tighter thinking it was the baby.

I think I need some proper sleep.

Wee-less Massaging

I think we’ve turned a massive corner with baby massage classes.   The sessions are really enjoyable, relaxed and I actually have a good time too.  It wasn’t always like that though.

In the beginning there was baby massage.  Baby was 14 weeks old and I was still looking a bit frazzled.   At the time Baby Boy was still feeding every two hours and just getting out of the house would take what seemed like eternity.   That morning I rushed around trying to pack all his belongings into his changing bag, partly because I still didn’t know how to pack a changing bag and partly because I wanted to be prepared for every baby emergency that came my way.  This meant packing 5 feeds (for one massage class), a few pairs of clothes, countless nappies, towel etc.  I could have stayed away at the class for about a week and still had enough to keep baby going.

With baby all wrapped up for an outing in the big cold wide world (its was still a very cold February) and my changing bag enough to cater for 4 babies I bundled the baby, the baby bag and myself into the car.  Packing everything had made me really late and I’d foregone putting any make up on and had scraped my hair into a ponytail.   With very little sleep from the previous night I think its fair to say I didn’t look my best.  Ahh stuff it I thought, the other mummies will be just as tired looking.   We hurriedly trundled into the clinic about 15 minutes late and burst through the door into the class.

I was suddenly in a room with about 20 babies, their mums and the instructor.  All relaxed with calming music playing in the background.  All now looking at the intruder that has suddenly disturbed the ambience.  I tried to settle myself and baby on the spare spot int he circle and tried to strip baby off at lightning speed, whilst at the same time hoping he would relax at an equally quick pace.  Glancing around the room I realised I was the only mummy that looked like I’d arrived backwards through a hedge.  Damn the perfectly groomed mummies.  Why didn’t I put some make up on?  Baby was also too busy wriggling around and had taken an interest in the neighbouring baby.  He was now content gurgling and trying to hold her toy as well whilst she wildly waved it around whacking the floor and herself.

As I tried to eventually join in with the massage Baby Boy had now spotted the doll that the instructor was using and had proceeded to crane his head back as far as it’d go to try to engage in a baby conversation.    Distracted, I completely failed to notice Baby Boy had made himself and home and had decided to wee, all over me.  Oh lovely.  I now had a massive wet patch on my red dress and rubbing it with baby wipes didn’t really help.  Now I know baby massaging is meant to be about complete relaxation but knowing what I know about my little one’s tendency to wee all over me the minute his nappy is off, a nappy on can’t be that bad can it?

Anyway, back to trying to get to a relaxed state, I was now cleaning up the wee from myself, baby and the baby mat and then trying to rejoin the intended relaxed state.  We managed quite well for about 5 minutes before another baby decided she’d had quite enough for one day and started screaming blue murder and wanted picking up.  Cue, a domino baby crying effect.  Baby Boy was utterly silent for about 5 seconds before letting out an upset cry, firmly declaring he had quite enough too.  I scooped him up and attempted to soothe, and hold onto, a now well oiled baby.

Eventually he calmed down, but not before he decided to relieve himself on me again.  Just as the instructor concluded the massage was over.  “Good job babies! Well done babies!”  What? Over already?  I needed to have a lie down!  I have to say I was reluctant to go after that and it took me a good few weeks before going again.

This time though it was different.  I was no longer packing the entirety of baby’s bedroom for every trip out and I was much more used to functioning after a bad nights sleep.  I now get there early or on time and I no longer stress about the fact that baby (and I) need to relax.  To Relax!!  The class is much smaller now as lots of babies have now moved on, which does help in a way.  And Baby Boy is much less prone to having an impromptu cry.   He will still wee on me given the chance but I now just put his nappy on very loosely.  So no more target practice for him.  and drier clothes for me.   Oh, and I still forget to put make up on some days,  But I carry less of a backward hedge look.

Dearest Baby (5 1/2 months)

Hello Baby,

Well better late than never I suppose. I actually meant to do one of these every month. A monthly record of stuff you now do and little (and big) milestones achieved. I kind of got busy with looking after you and trying to catch up on sleep in the day. As well as going out, watching too much trash telly and generally being a bit lazy from time to time.

So whilst you’re asleep in my lap, here is what you’ve been doing (or not!), this month:

1. You can now roll over without trapping your arm under yourself. You still screech though. I used to think it was because of afore mentioned trapped arm. Turns out you just like screeching.

2. Now that you can turn over you try desperately to move forward but don’t really get anywhere. Many a time you lie grappling with the changing mat looking like a baby body surfer.

3. You cried the first time someone tried “Round and round the garden” on your hand. Hehe, I’m not sure why. I’ve tried after that and you chuckled so I’m
hoping it’s just that you didn’t like the person very much.

4. I’m convinced I caught you scowling at the cousin that never picks you up (and who generally doesn’t like babies!). You sat in your jumperoo, toy bee in mouth being drowned with your saliva, attempting a stare off. She glanced over at you nervously once or twice to be met by your steely stare. She’s lovely, she just doesn’t like sick or drool. I’m sure she’ll pick you up when you’re around 1ish. If you stop sicking up by then.

5. You love weaning / eating (whatever the correct term is). You seem to like stuff that stinks e.g mushed broccoli and spinach. Generally these result in equally stinky poos. You’re not too keen on some fruit at the moment. I always thought you’d jump at the sweet stuff! Especially considering both mummy and daddy have very sweet tooths! Regardless of what you’re eating though, I need to remember your hands are as quick as lightning, many a time finding their way gripped around the spoon in a flash. You also know how to clamp your mouth shut, tight, when you don’t like it or don’t want anymore.

6. According to one of those baby progression emails you might start giving hugs soon. Where’s my hug? I’m waiting! I thought you were going to give me one the other day. Turns out you just wanted to chew on my cardigan.

7. You still wake for night feeds. Personally I think some babies just don’t sleep through for a long. Long. Long time. As in more than 12 months; a year. *sob* I’m just kidding. It’s more like *weep*

8. I saw a 5 month old baby have a taste of coke (yes, COKE!) the other day. I was utterly stunned. You haven’t even had juice yet. Obviously this isn’t one of your milestones, just…I was so stunned! I’ll point him out when you’re older.

9. You look around in wonderment when I take you into another room in our house. You’ll turn around constantly examining everything, occasionally laughing at something (hopefully “approval” laughter rather than a mocking one). I find it really cute as you’ve seen our home a million times over. Umm I hope you’re not going to inherit obsessive cleanliness traits from your father or anything. Then again…

10. You love going outside. You will look out the window from your car seat and sometimes I hear you babble until you fall asleep. Sometimes it even sounds like you’re turning the pages of your crinkly fabric book thing :)

Next month…

Well hopefully we have some proper sun and we can go to the park properly and even sit for a bit and feed the ducks!

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Keep Rollin Rollin Rollin

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.



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