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It’s all go!

 

LOADS to talk about this week! We’ve been full throttle weaning which is going really well, but ill go into more detail later; Swimming lessons; Christmas shopping (joy!) and probably the biggest news, Steve’s sister got married. Please bear with me, it’s currently 2.30am and the blog is late again (don’t ask!).

    

Swimming 

Thanks to mum for chipping in, for the past 4 weeks we have been going to Waterbabies swimming classes. It’s something I’ve always wanted Jude to do; get used to water early on. And I don’t just mean the bath, I swam quite seriously as a child, training and doing some competitions and I am keen for Jude to love swimming too! So imagine my disappointment when, for the entire taster session, Jude bawled and bawled. For the whole half hour session as well as twice as hard in the changing room afterwards. Disaster. And extremely stressful. Babies crying in a small, wet, child-unfriendly changing room. Not pleasant at all. 

However, luckily over the last 4 weeks of real lessons he has become more comfortable. The first lesson we went to, I emerged onto the poolside and he spotted the water and actually, physically jumped. Jumped!! Then started trying to clamber over me. He held on extra tight. Lovely to feel wanted but awful to think I was about to force my darling into water he clearly didn’t want to get into. He started that session with a bit of a grizzle, but soon calmed down. The next week was even better. And this week he has started splashing in the bath and, yep, you guessed it! In the pool too! It finally seems as though as he is enjoying it! And he’s brill at underwater swimming too…! 

      

 
      

Christmas shopping

Jude and I went into town to do some Christmas shopping. At the beginning of December. In the rain. Now, anyone knows town in the entire month of December is never recommended, with or without a baby. But we smashed it! He was amazing. He slept as we arrived (first sleep of the day) and as he woke, I nipped into the John Lewis feeding/changing area to give him a spot of munch, then changed him and we were back on our way! Then home before the next feed. Brilliant baby, shopping not so fruitful. 

So, feeling confident Steve and I popped in again a few days later. Same circumstances, slightly less rain. But this time, there were 2 adults to 1 baby. Should be easy! We visited a few shops before deciding Jude would probably need a feed and nipping into M&S café. Jude had a feed (although not very long as he fell asleep), the grown ups had a toasted sandwich and got on our way wedding outfit shopping (wait for it!). No more than 10 minutes later, I emerged from the M&S changing room clutching a gorgeous lacey bodysuit for underneath my wedding outfit, only to be greeted by a screaming baby. I knew I should have fed him for longer. Steve kindly volunteered to purchase the gorgeous lacey bodysuit whilst I popped back to the café to feed again. 

On entering the café, I realised there was very little room, and especially none in any discreet spots. So I meandered over to the only table I could see, which happened to be in the large, glass, echoey atrium area at the front of the café, overlooking the main high street. In front of me was an older looking gentleman, waiting for (I assumed) his wife. Behind me was a lady my age with a little boy a little older than Jude. I parked the buggy, sat down, and attempted to ‘prepare’ for feeding, whilst juggling a squawking baby and trying not to flash Bob in the corner. Jude was so wound up that he wouldn’t latch, screaming louder and louder and causing a huge kerfuffle. I could feel eyes looking right at me (and my boob). I was getting hotter and hotter and more and more flustered and Jude was getting louder and louder. The lovely lady behind me offered some kind words of support, but it made no difference. This was a disaster.

 Eventually, after what seemed like about a month, Steve turned up with my gorgeous lacey bodysuit. Thank you! He held Jude whilst I stood up to get the changing bag for a nappy change. If it’s not food it must be his nappy. I stood up and was met by a sea of eyes. Angry eyes. Eyes whose quiet little M&S lunch had been disturbed. Uh oh.

 I quickly grabbed Jude and legged it to the comfort of the babychange. Except there was a queue. And Jude was still crying. Wow, could this get any worse?! My bobbing whilst waiting had calmed him down and eventually the lady and her little boy came out of the changing room and we entered. No sooner had I put him down, the screaming started again. And I could hear another mummy outside waiting to come in! I took a peek at the nappy before going through the trouble of removing it and it was completely clean. No need to change. So I quickly packed up and we made our way back to the table. But this time Jude was calm. Simply the change of atmosphere had helped. Babies are so weird. He fed, finished and sat up making gorgeous faces and grins at the lady behind us and anyone else who looked in his direction. Unbelievable. It had been the worst crying -in-public session we had ever had. Not helped by the location of a huge, echoey glass box. (Note: never sit there with Jude again). As we left the café, Jude grinned at everyone we passed and we even managed a comment of ‘he’s gorgeous’ from two ladies who had previously been looking horrified at his behaviour. Haha! Talk about dramatic!! I was exhausted! And luckily the car park was about to run out so we had to leave pretty sharpish. Definitely not as successful as the last trip, that’s for sure! 

   

Wonderful wedding

  

As I mentioned, the main event this last week has been Steve’s sister Shelly’s wedding. CONGRATULATIONS to Shelly and Adam, it was a brilliant, beautiful day and night. The last big event in Steve’s  family (discounting Jude’s birth) was his other sister’s wedding, when I was 35 weeks pregnant and huge. So the biggest part of this wedding for me, was getting my outfit right. A winter wedding outfit that would make me feel good, look good post partum and allow me to breastfeed (until the evening anyway, when Jude would be having expressed milk). So it would need to be a skirt and top. (Nursing dresses are gross and not worth the money when you can make your own!). 

So this is what I came up with:

 

Tutu skirt (wintery wonderfulness, Carrie Bradshaw style), a gorgeous lacey bodysuit and a crop top for ease of feeding. Greyish hold ups and to top it all off, stunning silver stilettos (the highest shoes I’ve worn in a good 3-4 years!). I was very proud of this outfit. I just wish I was a teeny bit slimmer. I should probably have gone for a run or two in the weeks leading up to the wedding, but you can’t win ’em all. 

Now, I don’t know if other people get this, and I know that everyone thinks their baby is the most gorge, but something happened whilst we were away that I had to write down for the blog. We arrived at the beautiful hotel in Cornwall fairly late and decided only to take in the things we immediately needed. The rest could be picked up from the car later on. So we carried our vitals down from the car park and I had Jude facing outwards in the Baby Bjiorn. (Looking cuuute in his bobble hat, if I do say so myself). We wandered into the reception and checked in. The girl on the desk didn’t even look at Jude. How is that possible?!? He was looking so cute in his bobble hat and looking directly at her! She just completely ignored him! WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?! I decided to write about this as I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets this from time to time? Please let me know that I’m not just a Jude obsessed mother whose baby isn’t actually that gorgeous..? Now I know babies aren’t for everyone, but isn’t it impossible to ignore a smiley baby when they’re in your eyeline? Maybe she was just having a bad day….. But then surely he would have cheered her up? As you can probably tell, the receptionists failure to smile at my baby and to reinforce how gorgeous I think he is, has really bothered me. 

       

‘ Christmaaaas, Christmasssss’

  
I took Up Children’s Clothing to a Christmas fair this week. It was not very successful (wrong crowd), and the lead up to the big day was extremely stressful as I wanted to take enough of a selection to sell some, as well as samples of everything so I could take orders. This meant that I stayed up until almost 2am the night before preparing and finishing off bits and bobs. For nothing. Well, I sold 4 bibs. Covered my costs but didn’t make any actual money. Nevermind! It’s all fun, and on the plus side, I have had a lot of online orders, so much so that I’ve actually felt stressed. And I don’t want to feel stressed, not when I’m on maternity leave and want to spend as much time as possible with my active, interested-in-everything little boy. So the final orders of 2015 are completed and it’s time to have a break (and finish off Jude’s activity mat in time for Christmas!). Any orders placed now will not be sent until January. But go and check out the Facebook page! Oh yes, another thing I’m trying to do is finish off the website… Told you it was all go! 

     
Weaning update

  

We started weaning Jude on purees about a fortnight ago. We started with carrot (he hated it), and moved onto apple, banana and sweet potato as well as mixing these together. He has also recently tried baby porridge, which he loves. Everyone talks about ‘baby led weaning’ (BLW), and I was interested to know why it’s considered to be so good. Having done a bit of reading, and spoken to people about BLW, we have decided to stick with a bit of both. Giving your baby purees and seeing the faces they pull, along with the mess they make is a brilliant part of weaning in my opinion and I really wanted to be able to do this. Plus, feeding with a spoon means you know that your baby is actually getting the food in front of them and it doesn’t all just end up on the floor, or in their hair (although a lot of it does!).  BLW means that baby is given finger foods from 6 months; they feed themselves from the beginning, eating what we eat. And while I think allowing baby to feed themselves is great, Jude has been interested in food since 4.5 months; too young to be given finger foods. He will, however feed himself with purée on the spoon, so when he’s 6 months we’ll definitely start with finger foods. Just in time for Christmas! Yippee! 

We had our first scarily poorly baby a few nights ago. Jude had had such red cheeks he looked like a garden gnome in the daytime, which seemed like teething, but that night he slept for a total of about 2.5 hours. He was burning up; his skin was so hot I didn’t know what to do, yet he had goosebumps on his little legs. And the tears…. Oh the tears! He was so sad. We gave him Calpol as frequently as we could, but it didn’t really help with sleep. Eventually I managed to nap with him on the couch downstairs as Steve was in work early the next day. It was an awful awful night. But babies are seemingly much more resilient than you’d imagine and 2 days later he was right as rain again! We got through it and I’m sure there will be other nights like it. One thing that has happened is that he seems to have gone off solid food. I have wasted a lot of purée and porridge over the last 2-3 days. So we’re going to now give him a break until he shows an interest again. No point in forcing it upon him, as I found out it just results in sick and tears. Oh, the joys! 

     
Breastfeeding update

Why do people stop breastfeeding…..? Could it be because their babies start to weigh so much it actually hurts your arms?!? Haha! Jude’s head is so heavy now, I often find my arm aching. I am still going though, and he’s still loving it. I feel proud that we’ve reached 5.5 months and haven’t introduced any formula at all, just stuck to breast. I have considered giving Jude formula in the evenings in an attempt to get him to sleep for longer as he’s still waking up frequently. But I’ve recently read some research that suggests that it makes no difference whether it’s formula or breast milk, baby will wake at certain stages in their development  anyway. So we’re going to stick it out, and introduce solids little by little, until we will breastfeed less and less. We make a good feeding team actually!

     

Such quick changes

 


Jude can now sit up, he also spends a lot of time trying to put his feet in his mouth (or anything else for that matter), Although he hasn’t quite managed to do it yet! He sits up in the bath, he’s loving his Jumperoo (or the circle of neglect, as its affectionately known. A friend gave us that name!). So, onwards and upwards. Can’t wait for Christmas! We’re putting the decorations up this week, I can’t wait to see his reaction! He’s almost half a year old would you believe…?!

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One Comment Add yours

  1. jackie says:

    You certainly know how to fill a day. You always seem to be on the go. As usual Carys a funny and entertaining read. Thanks.

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