Aaaaa-chooooo

She has her first wee cold, very snuffly and choked up. Yesterday there was even a touch of green snot. 😦 poor wee peanut.

I’ve put a blanket under the mattress of her Moses basket and every night I run some snuffle baby on a muslin and hang it to the side of the basket. She has been coughing a bit and sneezing but mainly it’s been her runny nose. 😦 still eating and sleeping well. A healthy 13lb 7 oz now. 🙂

We had the weekend indoors because of her cold. Hope it clears soon.

Baby Sensory

Another class we have started is baby Sensory. Signed up for 10 sessions, it’s in Glasgow and we go on a Wednesday. The first one was great fun, they use baby sign too which I’m going to use with Jess. Was good talking to other mums and seeing mother babies. All babies are different and I try so hard not to compare or if I do compare it’s not in a way that puts down any baby. Just in a nosy out of interest kinda way.

Baby sensory was good, we sang songs and danced and got to touch and play with different things.

Books, stories, bugs oh my!!

Today was our first Bookbug session. It was fun, just some folk round a circle singing songs and listening to a story. There was also some time with a huge sheet of Lycra that the kids stretched. Jess stayed awake through it all and had a quick 15 min cat nap after it. 🙂 I loved being in a library again, we both borrowed books. I’m impressed that the first membership card she has is for the library.

It is so true that books play an important part in kids development. It’s amazing watching Jess look at books, her eyes follow first one page then the other, and I’m sure through time she will understand pages turning, if she doesn’t already. We have been having a story every night for weeks now and I’m going to start introducing them during the day so she knows it’s not just a night thing.

I love that bookbug sign traditional Scottish rhymes, and it’s so down to earth and come as you are. Def going back.

Out and about with bottles

So yesterday was our first day out and about without breast feeding. It went okay, I felt like I was having a flitting before we left though with the amount of stuff I packed but I’m guessing it’ll get easier in time. 🙂

We went our first walk round Culzean with my sis, bro and nieces. It was great fun. Not the clearest or warmest day but we wrapped up warm and away we went. Ended up having dinner out too which was great. Went to a nice place in Doonfoot, which was child friendly and food was Delish.

Since I knew I would be out all day I had to take a lot with me like:

2 cloth nappies and 3 sposies, i need to find out how others have days out with cloth- they are quite bulky in the bag, esp when all pooped on but sandwich bags from ikea are great to hold dirty ones, keep smell inside. 🙂

2 changes of clothes, just in case.

Another bag for food- I’m not sure about the do’s and donts of formula so here’s what we had- a thermos of just boiled water, a tub with three measured out portions of formula for 6oz bottles, three sterilised bottles, (taken straight out of solution, teat in, lid on, screwed together then placed in sealed bag) and hand breast pump also out of solution and in a sealed bag. Seems like loads but turns out I needed all of it, bar one bottle but used it straight away when I came home. Once I’m done with the pumping I’ll no longer need the breast pump either.

Was a good, easy, well supported practice run for when I go out and about on my own. I got a little anxious about how much she’d had to eat, but she let us know if she was hungry and she was great, didn’t throw any hissy fits or anything. She was awake most of the day, including when my meal was served but just popped her in the car seat where she giggled away. 🙂

Is it wrong to feel proud?

I often wonder if it’s wrong to feel proud of myself at being a mum, maybe proud isn’t the right word but to feel good, positive, happy and ‘right’???

It would seem the trend today, going by other blogs and listening to friends, is to put yourself down as a mum, say ‘I’m sh*t’ or ‘I’m just making it up, I really know nothing’ or ‘I’m a failure’. Even if this is said with a smile, in a self deprecating way, I don’t get it. I’m happy to say ‘I’m doing well with Jess’ Yes, proud of what I’ve accomplished these past few weeks.

I don’t think I’m being big headed saying this or arrogant, of course I don’t know every baby and of course I make mistakes , (why the other day I bumped the side of her head off the banister and on another day I caught her nose with my thumb when I was dressing her) but I’m a great mum to her. I play with her, talk to her, keep her clean, feed her, entertain her, encourage her and challenge her every day, and she responds by growing and developing and challenging me back. Isn’t that what parenting is about?

We will all do it our own way and surely having the confidence to feel ‘right’ ( whichever right suits you that is) will only help bring up a confident, calm little person? There is no wrong, apart from abuse, neglect etc. rather than try to fit your child into a book shaped mould I think parents should be encouraged to see the unique and individual baby shaped mould their children create.

What Jess likes

Well I thought another list was in order

What she likes:

Lying on me: I’m glad to say it’s still her favourite place. 🙂 she still nudges and nestles till we are cheek to cheek.

Chatting: non stop it would seem, especially in the morning getting her nappy changed or when she just wakes up, it’s like she really is telling me about her dreams.

The TV: I think a week at my folks has turned her into a Telly addict! 🙂 but we are amending this and a lot of the time it’s music I have on. It hasn’t stopped her sleeping or eating so it’s not too bad

Being out: she is so nosy, always taking everything in.

The bath:recently she has realised she can hang her head off the wee stand I have and her hair is all in the water, such a relaxed look on her face. Kicks all the time in the water.

Her cousins: she loves hearing their names and their voices.

What she doesn’t like.

Being left alone: the sling helps with this. Was quite bad when at my folks but in my house I can be in kitchen when she’s on living room, I just keep chatting to her.

Ending and beginnings

At 0938 on 6th January Jess had her last boobalicious experience. We have decided to stop breast feeding. Many reasons for our decision. She will continue to get my milk in a bottle till I stop producing it, and will have the odd formula bottle throughout the day. We will see how this goes. 🙂

So far what I miss is her wee full up contented face that she had after a feed, that silent little smile with her eyes closed. I haven’t seen that with any bottle feed yet. I think it’s because she would feed till she was full and no matter how much you have in a bottle she either has to rest or burb or the bottle runs out before she reaches that place. I’m still holding her close and giving lots of hugs during feeds.

Why have we stopped? Well the main reason is my energy, both physical and mental. I was rushed into a&e on the 28th dec with tubo-ovarian abscess. Though it took till a scan on the 29th for diagnosis. I was hooked up to an IV antibiotics and kept in for a week. I saw Jess for about an hour a day and was very very poorly! 😦 I expressed the whole time I was in to keep up my milk but it wasn’t enough I think and on retuning home I felt she was hungrier and having to work hard at the end of feeds, also the thrush pain reoccurred slightly and I couldn’t fight it again or start the whole business of setting up production all over again. Plus she was happy with my mum and dad for a week on formula so I knew we’d be fine. I have to conserve energy to get better as I don’t want to be that ill again or be apart from my baby girl for so long.

‘Missed her’ doesn’t even come close to the feelings I had when in hospital. It felt that a part of me was gone, I cried lots. For a while I worried that she would prefer my mum to me and that she would forget me but skin to skin and bf reassured me that was silly. 🙂 she got her jags on Hogmanay and my brother brought her in to see me. It was horrific: all she wanted was to be held, and walked, and cuddled. I couldn’t do it, I got upset and felt like such a woose! I couldn’t comfort my little girl on the one day I needed to. The nurses in the hospital were great and said that I hadn’t to worry, I was really ill, my body was done in by this infection and Jess would be cared for by my folks really well. I might have missed a day but I needed to get better for all the other days.

My new year, first one as a mum was spent hooked up to an IV machine, not great but just another day. I think it’s good that I don’t really care much for new year.

So that year is over and a new one is here. Me and Jess and are gonna have lots of fun. We have a fresh new routine to settle into and some new places to explore. Once I’m back to full strength again there is no stopping us.