It's always exciting, a little bit nerve racking to see the plunket nurse. Ok so it's nerve racking for me. I'm always doing something that I shouldn't be doing like sleeping snuffalafacus on his tummy, or co sleeping with him. I can feel you saying to yourself well if it's a problem don't tell her the things you do wrong. But I can't help it, it's out of my mouth before I even know I've said it. But today was a good day. My suspicions were confirmed when he was put on the scales and weighed 8.6kgs he's almost catching up to missy moo who is only 11kg at 2 years old! No wonder my shoulders and arms are so sore. He's also doing everything he's supposed to be doing. Commando crawling across the floor at speeds to keep up with his sister. He's going to be walking before I know it! Time goes to fast. I spoke to the plunket nurse about how he won't eat solids. I thought little boys were meant to be pigs. Well apparently the food I make him isn't good enough. Yet he will eat a brocolli tree. So now we are going to try baby led weening. I'm a bit nervous as with Missy moo I just rushed her through the phases. But fortunately for me I have my sister who's son did baby led weening. I will adjuct quite quickly to watching him cough a little on some foods. It's his grandparents who might have the problem and have me up for neglecting my child by not pureeing. Ok so a little bit of an exageration but at the most they won't watch him eat food because they all might have heart attacks!
So here we go. I will keep you informed on the progress of Baby Led Weening. Day 1 is tomorrow!!! Wish me Luck
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Teeth
Teeth, any mother who has had a child knows how horrible teeth are. With Missy Moo being 2, I had forgotten how awful those first few teeth are. Not only had I forgotten but I had been slightly insensitive to my wee man. Yes that's right I was telling my 5 month old off, like he can understand me!
It's been a long 4 days and 2 of those days hubby was home so we both had been walking around with him going OH MY GOD WHY WON'T YOU SLEEP. We went for walks, drives in the car but nothing seems to have helped the wee man. The sad thing is I have amber teething beads on him, imagine what it was like if I didn't. Today was breaking point. I haven't been able to put him down. My Master Bubble has turned into Darth Vader! Ok so a slight exagertation but only a little. After trying for over an hour to put him to sleep, with him contorting his head into various positions to either, watch tv (little tvaholic) or his sister and being upset. I put him in his bed hoping that by some miracle he would put himself to sleep. Instead he cried and cried. So I went and pick him up again and continued to walk him. I got to breaking point. I placed him safely in his cot and went and hid in the kitchen. I know very mature of me. In my hiding I ate one of my cinamon scrolls and a piece of ginger crunch and stared vacantly out of the window. After getting a good sugar fix I felt I was able to handle another go. I went and picked him up again and decided to feed him to get him to sleep. Which failed. Thankfully my trusted child advisor called me (my sister). She pointed out to me that he was probably sore from his teeth and to stop trying to put him to sleep cause he won't. To which I replied 'duh why didn't I think of that'. I gave him a good dose of panadol. He was still a horror for the rest of the day until now where he is sleeping in my bed after being breastfed to sleep.
Those teeth have alot to answer for. I'm sure when I see them they won't give me a good answer they will probably ignore me and tell their friends to come join them. I think the sadest thing about this whole sitution is that, Darth Vader is only 5 months old. I still have 18 months of this to go before he has them all!
God help me.
It's been a long 4 days and 2 of those days hubby was home so we both had been walking around with him going OH MY GOD WHY WON'T YOU SLEEP. We went for walks, drives in the car but nothing seems to have helped the wee man. The sad thing is I have amber teething beads on him, imagine what it was like if I didn't. Today was breaking point. I haven't been able to put him down. My Master Bubble has turned into Darth Vader! Ok so a slight exagertation but only a little. After trying for over an hour to put him to sleep, with him contorting his head into various positions to either, watch tv (little tvaholic) or his sister and being upset. I put him in his bed hoping that by some miracle he would put himself to sleep. Instead he cried and cried. So I went and pick him up again and continued to walk him. I got to breaking point. I placed him safely in his cot and went and hid in the kitchen. I know very mature of me. In my hiding I ate one of my cinamon scrolls and a piece of ginger crunch and stared vacantly out of the window. After getting a good sugar fix I felt I was able to handle another go. I went and picked him up again and decided to feed him to get him to sleep. Which failed. Thankfully my trusted child advisor called me (my sister). She pointed out to me that he was probably sore from his teeth and to stop trying to put him to sleep cause he won't. To which I replied 'duh why didn't I think of that'. I gave him a good dose of panadol. He was still a horror for the rest of the day until now where he is sleeping in my bed after being breastfed to sleep.
Those teeth have alot to answer for. I'm sure when I see them they won't give me a good answer they will probably ignore me and tell their friends to come join them. I think the sadest thing about this whole sitution is that, Darth Vader is only 5 months old. I still have 18 months of this to go before he has them all!
God help me.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Words we teach.
Friday we had decided to go out to dinner. I hadn't been having a good day in general. There was no particular reason for it. The day was just crap. I was preoccupied from putting Mr Bubble in his carseat and listening to him protest about the fact the carseat is cold and trying to catch Missy Moo in the car to put her into her car seat, that after all of that was done I sat down and started reversing in the time that I had looked in my mirror and reversed the gate had magically half closed. Now for all you who know me who are reading this, I didn't drive into the gate as record might dictate. Instead in my annoyance I said 'crap' to follow on from this Missy Moo decided to repeat this in a chorus of song. So from the time we left home to getting to pick up hubby from work she was singing the word crap over and over again. Missy Moo likes to make up songs about anything. I must remember to watch my P's and Q's from now on. Otherwise there might be a few more unwanted words in her vocab.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Someone said to me, 'what goes in must come out'. I laughed at them and then thought about it a little bit later whilst I was lying in bed with my huge stomach protruding out the front of me and my Missy Moo kicking about inside. "Oh shit." I started to have a mini panic attack. I'm not sure why, there was nothing I could do, it had already been done. I grabbed one of my pregnancy books which I had discarded because instead of encouraging the process of pregnancy it made me paraniod telling me about all the things that could go wrong. I flipped to the pages on giving labour. It told me I should have a birth plan. I was 30 weeks pregnant by this stage and hadn't even thought of a birth plan. If I did that, it actually meant that this little being inside of me was real and that I was going to be solely responsible for a human life. Panic again set in at these thoughts. A Baby, I'm having a baby, which will turn into a child then an adult. I am responsible for creating a respectful functioning adult in the world. So my thought process promptly jumped to two pictures in my mind. A well adjusted beautiful woman with long dark hair (like her mothers) and a lovely smile going about her day as...a doctor, or maybe she's an artist it didn't matter this picture was fantastic. Then the clouds started to darken and I saw my beautiful little girl as one of the scourge of scociety. My mind scrambled back to the first image. I had to create this woman. Who else was going to look after me in my old age. I don't mind having a rocking chair on a porch somewhere with a blanket over my knees as long as someone can make me a cup of tea. This is where my 'Journey to become the perfect mother' started. I know that there is no such thing as the perfect mother and I am far and few between. Instead my life is filled with chaos and the new found skill of multi multi tasking.
I decided that I was going to have a perfect birth. The girl on the video didn't seem to have such a rough go of it. Sure it looked painful but she coped. I wasn't going to have any drugs. All natural for me. There was no way anyone was going to come near me with a scalpal either. C Sections were off the cards. I wanted to be relaxed and calm through the whole process. I made a music playlist and got come sachet coffees and chocolate bars for the even all packed in my bag. I also packed my hospital bag, which really looked like I was going to a hotel for a weekend. My due date was the 6th March, and I went into labour on the 6th March at 4am, my bloody show came away. I'd never been so excited in my life. MY BABY my beautiful girl was coming into the world. Sophie didn't arrive until 1.17pm on the 8th of March. Yes that's right people thats 53 hours! Not only did I have drugs. I had an epidural and scintocin. I honestly don't know what I was so worried about. When your in that much pain the needle doesn't seem that big plus it wasn't me who saw it go in. It was Ryan. His face turned white. After that I had a sleep and a rest and was ready to give birth to my wee girl when my midwife checked the progress and asked if I had been pushing. "Nope" I replied. Missy Moo's head was coming out and I had no idea. Episitomy later she was delievered.
Master Bubble was much easier. He kindly broke my waters for me. But I never went into labour. No unfortunately my body doesn't understand how to give birth. It didn't learn it the first time. I went into hospital at 11am on the 4th Jan and he was born at 5.40pm. I had an epi and scintocin this time too which is fine...only the epi didn't work where it was supposed to work. THE PUSHING PART! So between my two labours I like to think I have had a complete birth.
Now I can honestly say, for me the best part of the whole pregnancy process is the delivery! You may be in pain, but it means it the end and you get to have your beautiful little baby in your arms at the end of it. Finally get to meet the wee creature who has bounced kicked and punched your insides for the last nine months.
I decided that I was going to have a perfect birth. The girl on the video didn't seem to have such a rough go of it. Sure it looked painful but she coped. I wasn't going to have any drugs. All natural for me. There was no way anyone was going to come near me with a scalpal either. C Sections were off the cards. I wanted to be relaxed and calm through the whole process. I made a music playlist and got come sachet coffees and chocolate bars for the even all packed in my bag. I also packed my hospital bag, which really looked like I was going to a hotel for a weekend. My due date was the 6th March, and I went into labour on the 6th March at 4am, my bloody show came away. I'd never been so excited in my life. MY BABY my beautiful girl was coming into the world. Sophie didn't arrive until 1.17pm on the 8th of March. Yes that's right people thats 53 hours! Not only did I have drugs. I had an epidural and scintocin. I honestly don't know what I was so worried about. When your in that much pain the needle doesn't seem that big plus it wasn't me who saw it go in. It was Ryan. His face turned white. After that I had a sleep and a rest and was ready to give birth to my wee girl when my midwife checked the progress and asked if I had been pushing. "Nope" I replied. Missy Moo's head was coming out and I had no idea. Episitomy later she was delievered.
Master Bubble was much easier. He kindly broke my waters for me. But I never went into labour. No unfortunately my body doesn't understand how to give birth. It didn't learn it the first time. I went into hospital at 11am on the 4th Jan and he was born at 5.40pm. I had an epi and scintocin this time too which is fine...only the epi didn't work where it was supposed to work. THE PUSHING PART! So between my two labours I like to think I have had a complete birth.
Now I can honestly say, for me the best part of the whole pregnancy process is the delivery! You may be in pain, but it means it the end and you get to have your beautiful little baby in your arms at the end of it. Finally get to meet the wee creature who has bounced kicked and punched your insides for the last nine months.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
First Sight
Being pregnant was, hmm how do I put it nicely. Horrible. Don't look at me like that, I know I should have 'loved' every second of it. Cherished every moment. But I didn't and I am glad I have my body back. Yay for a waist.
The whole concept of being pregnant is great and I do love that concept of pregnancy just on someone else where I can watch, admire and thank god its not me! Who can doubt the miracle of life. Cause that is what it is. It's a miracle that you actually stopped your lives for a moment to have sex, it's a miracle that the baby was conceived and it's a miracle that it comes out that small hole! Whether that means naturally or a C Section the whole is still small when you consider how big a baby is.
There is one part of pregnancy I did love and that was following the growth of your baby, the excitement and nervousness of that first scan and the excitement every time you visited your midwife and heard the heartbeat. Brilliant.
I was in Auckland when I was pregnant with Missy Moo and we went for our first scan. I was so nervous because I had, had a miscarriage before that. I remember drinking all that water (its alot of water to drink for a pregnant woman) and being so irritated cause I needed to pee. Hubby and I had a bet on what sex it was. He was so sure she was going to be a boy. Boy was he wrong! When we found out the sex his face fell. Not because he was disappointed we were having a girl but because he lost the bet. Although now Missy Moo has him wrapped around her finger. It's good when a girl learns these things young. I feel I am doing my job as a mother.
I was in Christchurch when I was pregnant with Master Bubble aka Poonator 3000 (as his father calls him). I don't know why but I had this vague notion that being pregnant with your second would be alot easier then with the first. Your body knows what it's doing and pregnancy will fly by cause your busy with a toddler. I think I must have been delusional in this thinking process. Being pregnant the second time was a huge challenge. There is no time for morning sickness, let alone resting, I forgot to eat all the time and taking my pregnancy vitamins well that was a huge stretch that would mean would have to remember to take them. I gave my thanks to the toilet on a regular basis with this pregnancy. At the begining I was convinced it was a boy and then the sicker I got the more I was convinced it was a girl. Only a girl would be this cruel to its mother. I was so convinced that Master Bubble was a girl that when we found out he was a boy I cried. I tried to keep it in but the water over flowed my eyes and fell down. I was still convinced it was a girl even though we could see the penis on the ultrasound that I was never truly convinced that it was a boy until the day I gave birth to him. If Sophie has her father wrapped around her little finger Master Bubble has me wrapped around his. I'm slowly undoing myself though. Unlike their father I have caught onto there tricks early and I will not be fooled.
So I think.
The whole concept of being pregnant is great and I do love that concept of pregnancy just on someone else where I can watch, admire and thank god its not me! Who can doubt the miracle of life. Cause that is what it is. It's a miracle that you actually stopped your lives for a moment to have sex, it's a miracle that the baby was conceived and it's a miracle that it comes out that small hole! Whether that means naturally or a C Section the whole is still small when you consider how big a baby is.
There is one part of pregnancy I did love and that was following the growth of your baby, the excitement and nervousness of that first scan and the excitement every time you visited your midwife and heard the heartbeat. Brilliant.
I was in Auckland when I was pregnant with Missy Moo and we went for our first scan. I was so nervous because I had, had a miscarriage before that. I remember drinking all that water (its alot of water to drink for a pregnant woman) and being so irritated cause I needed to pee. Hubby and I had a bet on what sex it was. He was so sure she was going to be a boy. Boy was he wrong! When we found out the sex his face fell. Not because he was disappointed we were having a girl but because he lost the bet. Although now Missy Moo has him wrapped around her finger. It's good when a girl learns these things young. I feel I am doing my job as a mother.
I was in Christchurch when I was pregnant with Master Bubble aka Poonator 3000 (as his father calls him). I don't know why but I had this vague notion that being pregnant with your second would be alot easier then with the first. Your body knows what it's doing and pregnancy will fly by cause your busy with a toddler. I think I must have been delusional in this thinking process. Being pregnant the second time was a huge challenge. There is no time for morning sickness, let alone resting, I forgot to eat all the time and taking my pregnancy vitamins well that was a huge stretch that would mean would have to remember to take them. I gave my thanks to the toilet on a regular basis with this pregnancy. At the begining I was convinced it was a boy and then the sicker I got the more I was convinced it was a girl. Only a girl would be this cruel to its mother. I was so convinced that Master Bubble was a girl that when we found out he was a boy I cried. I tried to keep it in but the water over flowed my eyes and fell down. I was still convinced it was a girl even though we could see the penis on the ultrasound that I was never truly convinced that it was a boy until the day I gave birth to him. If Sophie has her father wrapped around her little finger Master Bubble has me wrapped around his. I'm slowly undoing myself though. Unlike their father I have caught onto there tricks early and I will not be fooled.
So I think.
Setting the Scene
I'm 25 and I have two babies. Somewhere in my mind before I had children, I used to think how nice it would be to be at home all the time never having to get up and go to work. No one told you about the boredom that it can create and the monotonous repetition that happens day after day. I was also one of those people who lived in lala land about children. I am the youngest of 4 in my family so my experience with children was nil. Sure I knew children existed but they were cute bubbly delightful creatures that had endless energy and enthusiam. Of course I wanted one who wouldn't.
I love my kids and would do anything for them. Although if I had read the job discription more thoroughly I would have declined.
My eldest is my daughter. I have this little poem that reminds me of her I'm not sure exactly where its from "When you are nice you are very nice, and when you are naughty you are horrid." Now Missy Moo is 2 and as we all know, two year olds know everything! Only this little bundle of joy would seem to have known everything from the moment she was born.
My youngest is my son. When I say youngest he is still very little only 5 months old. So we are still getting to know his personality. He is currently alot more easy going then Missy Moo but then teething hasn't properly started yet. He is very cruisy and will go with the flow he also loves Missy Moo to death.
So this is my blog to help other mothers to know they are not alone in the chaos of motherhood.
I love my kids and would do anything for them. Although if I had read the job discription more thoroughly I would have declined.
My eldest is my daughter. I have this little poem that reminds me of her I'm not sure exactly where its from "When you are nice you are very nice, and when you are naughty you are horrid." Now Missy Moo is 2 and as we all know, two year olds know everything! Only this little bundle of joy would seem to have known everything from the moment she was born.
My youngest is my son. When I say youngest he is still very little only 5 months old. So we are still getting to know his personality. He is currently alot more easy going then Missy Moo but then teething hasn't properly started yet. He is very cruisy and will go with the flow he also loves Missy Moo to death.
So this is my blog to help other mothers to know they are not alone in the chaos of motherhood.
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