Thursday, 27 October 2016

The Boy

It's been a LONG time since I did any blogging, around 5 months, and lots has happened in that time. Summer fun, The Wee One started school and our wee baby arrive, so I am hoping to write a few catch up posts.

The last post I wrote was about being 28 weeks pregnant. Well, here we are five months later and I am sitting writing this post while breastfeeding my beautiful son! The story about how he came into the world isn't as straightforward as we had planned:

As with my first child, The Wee One, my due date came, and my due date went again, without so much as a niggle. Discussions with my midwife were the usual "wait and see" and if nothing happened I'd be booked in for induction. At every appointment she'd examined me and determined that the baby was definitely head down and that it would just be a matter of time. I was extremely uncomfortable; something (a bum? Legs?) was lodged under my rib cage, which made it difficult to get comfortable in any position and the only way to ease it was to sit with my right arm stretched in the air! Not my best look.

Another week went by, and still no sign of baby. So we made plans to be induced. I was quite alright with this, as I'd had to be induced with The Wee One, so I knew what to expect. We were booked in at 40+12.

On the day, my mum came to babysit the The Wee One and Hubby and I made our way to the hospital. I got settled in. The ward was quiet, I had a 4-bed room all to myself! The midwife came and clerked me in, and did all her routine examinations. She explained everything very clearly, which I liked as I felt the last time I didn't have a clue what was going on. She got all set up to start induction, and gave me a thorough examination. Then she said she was just away to get one of the doctors to double check something. No worries, I said, thinking this was routine.

Doctor came, with a colleague in tow, and she had a very good feel at my belly. Then she said she just wanted to get the scanner, because the midwife had an inkling that the baby was breech and she felt so too! I was not expecting that at all, after all, my community midwife had said for weeks that the baby was firmly head down.

But no, there, on the scanner was a wee face peeking out from underneath the right side of my rib cage! My heart sank. This inevitably meant I would have to have a section. Now, I had always wanted to avoid a section, so much so that I had written it in my birth plan. I was so upset.

The consultant came to chat with us and gave us three options: try a breech birth (NO WAY), go home and come back in 2 days for a planned section, or try and turn the baby in theatre the next morning and if that didn't work have an emergency section. I was already in hospital, and super overdue, no way was I going home. I was hopeful that they would be able to turn the baby in theatre and I'd have a proper labour so opted for that. The lovely anaesthetist came to explain his role to us, and he basically said "they'll try to turn the baby, but it won't work so here's what I'll do". He was very realistic and made sure I had every bit of information I needed.

So Hubby went home, and I tried to get a sleep. I was still hopeful they would be able to turn the baby.

The next day, we went to theatre, where we met Katie the midwife who would be with us all the way through. I think Hubby had too much fun wearing the scrubs she gave him... but I was glad he was going to be right there through all of it.

The theatre team were all lovely; the consultant, her colleague, the three nurses, one of whom sounded SO like my boss it was a little bit weird, and the anaesthetist. He was always right at the top of my head talking me through everything.

I was hooked up to the drip and given some medication to relax my uterus for them to try and turn the baby. I was given an epidural and then after that, I couldn't feel below my waist. Until they started trying to turn the baby. Oh Lordy, I wouldn't wish that pain upon anyone. It's horrific. They tried three times, until I couldn't bear it any more and they stopped. A section it would be. I remember starting to cry hard at that point. I didn't want it to be this way. The anaesthetist said it would feel like someone washing dishes in my belly for about 30 seconds and that it would take longer for them to stitch up. And he was right. About a minute later they held up my beautiful baby boy (bits first, just in case I was in any doubt) and within a couple more he was on my chest and we were having cuddles. And all the anguish about having a section went away. He was gorgeous!







So please welcome our newest addition to the family, who will hereby be referred to as The Boy

Monday, 30 May 2016

28 Weeks Pregnant: What do we actually need?

That's us reached 28 weeks and I still feel really quite laid back about the whole thing. At this stage last time I was obsessively reading baby books with the week-by-week progress charts etc. But this time round I haven't even lifted a book. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. 

Anyway, I have been thinking lately about what we actually need to buy for the baby. The answer seems to be not much. I have to confess: I am a bit of a hoarder, (I also refuse to pay ridiculous amounts of money for new stuff) so this means I have kept almost everything from when the Wee One was a baby. I refuse to throw anything that may be of use at a later date out, which means our loft is full of STUFF. 

Stuff we kept: 

Pram and car seat: I see absolutely no reason to buy a new one, since the one we had for the Wee One is still in perfectly good shape and is black and silver, so hasn't gone out of style. 

Sling: I have a lovely Close sling (I think it's a Caboo) which sadly I only used once with the Wee One (on a train journey in to town to the one and only PR event I've ever been to). I really want to do more baby-wearing this time, so I'm so glad I kept this. 

Cot: The Wee One's cot is currently dismantled and stored in our cupboard. Only thing it needs is a new mattress. 

Changing Bag: I have a plain black changing bag. It's not fancy, it certainly wasn't expensive, but it's still in great condition. I had considered buying myself a new one, but then I found this one in our cupboard. 

Bouncy chair: we kept the bouncy chair that the Wee One had (again, cos i can't throw anything out) and I'm glad we did. It's a cosy one which vibrates if needed and all we'll need to do is wash the cover. 

Clothes: lots and lots of baby clothes. Our loft is full of vacuum bags full of the Wee One's clothes that I kept. Nearer the time I'll get these down and sort out what we will keep and what's not needed. 

Stuff we had last time that I'll not buy this time:

Changing table: as good an idea as it was, our changing table was very rarely used just became a dumping ground for other stuff. We gave ours away to my brother in law, and won't be asking for it back! 

Baby bath: although we used our baby bath, the Wee One outgrew it really quickly. And what's the point in having one when we have the big bath/sink to bathe the baby in. 

Baby monitor: I dunno about baby monitors. We had one before, but it wasn't great, and it made me slightly paranoid about every little noise. Our house is small; I can hear the Wee One snoring from the bottom of the stairs, so it feels kinda unnecessary to have one when I can hear what's going on without one. 

Stuff we've had to buy: 

Moses Basket: the Moses basket we had for the Wee One was a loaner from a colleague of mine. We gave it back when the Wee One outgrew it and we found out my colleagues daughter was expecting again. So we bought one from Aldi this year in their Baby Event. It's gorgeous and only cost us £40 (Told you I don't like spending a lot of money). 

Stuff we might need:

Bottles/Steriliser: I plan to breastfeed again, but you never know, this baby might not be able to. 

Dummies: although I don't really like dummies, and we were really lucky with the Wee One (she didn't like them, or bottles for that matter) we may have to introduce the dummy at some point (though I hope not). 


So that's really all I can think of just now. What else do you think we need?

Thursday, 5 May 2016

Bank Holiday Gardening

Bank holidays don't really mean much to our family. We're an NHS family, and we don't get Bank Holidays off; my husband was working so Monday felt pretty much like an ordinary day, except the Wee One had no nursery. 

I often struggle to find things to do when schools are off. Soft play is always super busy, as are places like the Science Centre, and the weather was pretty rubbish (typically for a Bank Holiday) and we don't have much money at the moment to go places and do stuff. 

Since my dad did a lot of work in our garden last year, I've been wanting to add some colour to it. So once hubby shipped off to work, the Wee One and I headed off to B&Q for some pots and soil. 


I got 4 plastic pots, 2 bags of soil and a new watering can! My dad had given us a packet of poppy seeds and I bought some mixed wild flower seeds too. 


We've had this grey pot in the garden for years so we filled that up too and planted some seeds in it. 



Thankfully we got all our planting done before the rain and hail started! Hopefully we'll have a good bloom of flowers and maybe it will encourage some bees and butterfly's to visit the garden. 




Sunday, 24 April 2016

23 Weeks Pregnant.

I can handle the seemingly constant tiredness. 

I can handle working my 12 hour shifts and coming home with feet so achey they feel like they're burning with every step. 

I can handle being 2 stone heavier than I was pre-pregnancy (might be more, I've stopped looking). 

I can handle having nothing to wear, and living in leggings and my husband's massive Gap sweater. 

I can handle having sore boobs because every bra I own is too small, making me look like I have a UniBoob. 

I can handle having an achey back.

I can handle being most uncomfortable in the evenings when I want to relax on the sofa and I can't. 

I can handle having to pee every two minutes because it seems the baby is tap dancing on my bladder. 

What I CAN'T handle, is this endless state of erratic emotions. Bursting into tears at the most inappropriate of moments. A nice comment at work, an advert on the tv, and most recently a floor routine from the gymnastics I was watching on YouTube. 

I'm sure I wasn't like this during my first pregnancy. It comes out of absolutely nowhere. Watching tv, middle of the football, at playgroup. 

Tell me it gets better, yeah? 


Silent Sunday

Sunday, 10 April 2016

A visit to Five Sisters Zoo

A few weeks ago, my friend got some free tickets to the Five Sisters Zoo, and invited us to come along with her and her 2 boys during the Spring Holidays. We finally set a date, and went last Wednesday. 

It was a very rainy day, so wellies and raincoats were a must. We had 2 very excited 4 year olds and a not very fussed nearly 2 year old crammed into the back of my car. Who knew I could fit 3 car seats into my Fiesta?


Off we set, all the way to West Calder. It's not somewhere I've ever visited before, so thank goodness for the Maps app on my phone! We got there just in time for opening, so we could spend the majority of the day there. 

I didn't know much about Five Sisters Zoo, especially that there had been a fire there in 2013 in which a lot of animals died. There's a lovely memorial at the entrance when you go in. 


There was a lot to see outdoors, birds, bears, meerkats, Arctic wolves, wallabies, big monkeys, little monkeys, and all sorts of animals. But it was FREEZING! Somehow the kids don't seem to feel the cold, but my friend and I most certainly did! 






We had packed a picnic lunch, but since it was very wet, the picnic tables were not an option. Thankfully there was a big bubble-like sort of tent where we could eat! 

The kids don't look too impressed at having to stop for lunch! 

After a bit more exploring, we were very thankful to find there was an indoor area, which housed snakes, spiders, cockroaches (ew), crocodiles and alligators! Which meant it was lovely and warm. 



Our warmth didn't last long however, because despite all the interesting animals there were to see, the kids were only interested in one thing: the play area. Yep, despite it pouring with rain and every bit of equipment being soaking wet, the kids just wanted to play there. 



Doing their best Big Cat impressions! 

After a coffee to heat is adults up, it was time to go home. It was a lovely day out, despite the weather and I think we'd like to go back and visit on a better weather day. 









Silent Sunday


Saturday, 9 April 2016

21 Weeks Pregnant: Nothing Fits!

I am now 21 weeks along, and things seem to be going well. We had our scan on Monday and the baby was misbehaving. It was upside down and hiding it's face, the wee scoundrel! So that meant we didn't get a clear picture, but the sonographer saw all she needed to, and the baby seems to be progressing nicely. The sonographer even put a wee message to the Wee One on the scan picture for her. 


We didn't find out the sex, we weren't intending to, and sonographer nearly let it slip as we were leaving! It wouldn't have been a big deal if she did, but we don't really mind if it's a boy or a girl and we kind of like the idea of a wee surprise. 

I've been feeling fine, just really tired mostly. I've got over my dairylea and toast obsession, and haven't really got any cravings. I'm just eating loads and putting on lots of weight. (Hubby has lost 2.5 stone doing Slimming World. I'm not jealous. Not jealous at all.) So none of my clothes fit. I have a few pairs of maternity leggings and tops which I'm living in, and I've inherited some of hubby's jumpers and T-shirts. My work uniform is getting pretty tight, but I don't see the point in asking for a maternity uniform because by the time it comes I'll be on maternity leave!! (I'm still waiting for the one I asked for when I was pregnant with the Wee One!) 

My biggest problem at the moment is in the boob department. None of my bras fit. Not even the maternity ones I had in my last pregnancy. It's so uncomfortable, and restrictive and it's making my boobs hurt. So my mission this is to find a really decent, comfortable, well fitting maternity bra. If anyone has any recommendations, give me a shout! 




Saturday, 2 April 2016

The Park(s)

The weather approaching the school Easter holidays has been really disappointing here. It poured all day Friday, and it's been overcast and showery all day today. Thankfully the weather at the start of the week was marginally better, and the Wee One got out for some much needed fresh air and a run about.

We are lucky to live a 2 minute walk away from a swing park. It's not the best by any means; it's got 2 swings, 2 slides, a rusty old rocket (which my husband remembers playing on when he was a little boy) a sort of obstacle course thing, and what we call the igloo, which is really just a climbing frame. 





It's such an open, green space. Great for having a run around (when it's dry) and there are some (old, rusty) goal posts for playing football. There's also a fenced off area which I think used to be tennis and basketball courts, but they lie in total disrepair. It's sad, but the play area is always empty when we go, bar a few dog walkers making their way into the trail. It's just so... bare. There's just so much more they could do with the space, and I don't mean for houses! 

Not that I am by any means a qualified park planner (is that a thing?) but even if they took away the old goal posts and put in new ones, took away the old rusty equipment and added some more up to date stuff, and reinstated the tennis/basketball courts, then maybe it would be more well used. 

I don't know if I'm just being nostalgic, but parks used to be so much fun when I was younger. My favourite was the roundabout, spinning round and round until you really couldn't walk straight. Now, play parks just look kind of sad and abandoned. I really wish the council would invest just a wee bit of money in the outdoor play areas. 

Anyway, if we don't go to the big park, we go to the little park at the end of our street. We can actually see our house from it, so it's very handy. It may be tiny, but the Wee one likes it.



It literally only consists of a climbing frame and a rocking horse thingy. 



But if it means the Wee One can monkey around, then she's happy!





Thursday, 24 March 2016

Fun in the Kitchen - Easter Nests

I am not into baking. I actually quite enjoy watching shows like Masterchef and My Kitchen Rules and Great British Bake off, but do not ask me to do it. Things like dough, or sponges are just too far beyond me. Baking to me is a mixture of maths and chemistry, and if I don't understand it, I don't enjoy it. Dinner, I can do, but basic stuff, like throwing all the ingredients into the slow cooker or the classics of spag bol or lasagne! My husband is most definitely the cook in the family. 

I like easy stuff. Stuff that doesn't involve complicated recipes and hundreds of ingredients. So with Easter just around the corner, I thought I'd try making some Easter Nests with the Wee One. My mum makes these with her a lot, and my gran used to make them when we were little (and not so little!!). 

So all we need is:
a packet of cornflakes (Aldi's own brand are great) 
a 500g bar of chocolate (again, Aldi's own brand stuff is lovely - I am not sponsored by them, honestly!!)
An handful of raisins (optional)
Mini eggs to decorate 

Simple right? Melt the chocolate, crush the cornflakes into the chocolate, add in your raisins, mix. 



So simple even the Wee One can do it. 
Then we just spooned the mixture into our paper cases. The Wee One had the important job of putting the eggs in the nest... 


... and the even more important job of licking the spoon! 


And there we have it. Simple Easter Nests that even I, the most bakery-challenged person in the world, can make. 

They look quite tasty I must say: 






Monday, 21 March 2016

Finished Project: Garter Rib Baby Blankey

Continuing the baby blanket knitting spree I seem to be on at the moment, here's another finished project. 

I call this one the Ice Cream blanket, because for some reason the yarn I chose reminds me of ice cream! Strange, I know. 




I used the Garter Rib Baby Blanket pattern from Ravelry. If you want to have a look, the pattern is here



Friday, 18 March 2016

Easter Cards

The Wee One and I spent a rather cloudy, dull morning this week making little Easter cards. 

I can't remember where I saw it, but someone on Twitter posted card ideas with little Easter chicks on them, with the bodies of the chicks made from finger prints! So we thought we'd give it a go: 


The paints we have a washable finger paints, so the yellow didn't come out as bright as I wanted. Maybe next time we'll go for poster paints instead. The Wee One loves to get messy so finger painting is definitely up her street. 


We just used a black marker to add in the detail of beaks, eyes and feet. 


As for the multicoloured fingerprints, (because the Wee One was not content to use just one colour) we made them in to Easter Eggs! 


We can't wait to send them out to the family. 

Thursday, 10 March 2016

17 Weeks Pregnant: The Midwife Says I'm Normal...

... SO much she doesn't know!! Ha!

But seriously, according to the the midwife, I'm sailing through the pregnancy so far. She has no concerns, and neither do I.

To be honest, I had a great pregnancy with the Wee One, and I'm feeling exactly the same as I did with her. I feel a bit bad because a few of my friends are having horrible pregnancies, with lots of sickness, split pelvises and hospital admissions. But hopefully I'll continue as I'm going just now.

The nausea is still there, but I've not really been sick at all. Sometimes I'll walk into the kitchen and a rogue food smell will give me the boak, but thankfully that's all. Health wise I've been fairly fine, although we were all loaded with the cold for a week, and the Wee One had a day off nursery with a sickness bug. Thankfully she kept it to herself and didn't share with the rest of the family!

I'm still eating SO much. I'm waiting for my appetite to calm itself but I'm afraid that may never happen and I will end up the size of a house! I had to buy much bigger pyjamas and the biggest pants known to man in order to be comfortable. 

Thats not even a baby bump, it's just greediness!

The Wee One still seems fine with the idea of having a sibling. Although every times someone asks her if she wants a brother or a sister, she replies "maybe a bit of both". Not gonna happen pal!

Work has been interesting these last few weeks. I'm constantly being told off for moving heavy boxes or trying to do too much, and my colleagues are great, they're looking out for me. We've had a patient who went for a scan that required radioactive dye, and so I had to avoid her for a day while she was still radioactive and I'm still having to avoid being sent down to the X-Ray department!

Being part time has really helped this time round. I was full time when I was expecting the Wee One, and it was exhausting. Don't get me wrong, I'm still shattered this time writing. I'm in my bed and sleeping for 10pm most nights. Come 9pm I just feel so overwhelmingly tired and I have to lie down. I'm hoping that will pass soon too.

Now we're just waiting for our 20 week scan in April. We're not desperate to find out the sex of the baby. At the end of the day, as long as it's a healthy baby, and it's not blatantly obvious on the scan, then we'll wait to find out. After all, once you know, you can't change it!



Wednesday, 9 March 2016

Out To Play

Now that the lighter nights are coming in and the drier weather is just around the corner, there's more time for kids to get out doors and play.

The Wee One is desperate to be outside, either playing on her scooter or bike. She is also desperate to be outside playing with the other kids. I really want to be able to let her out to play, BUT the kids she wants to play with are all much older. Even if I try to get her to just play in our back garden, she's adamant she wants to play out the front because she's seen the older kids and wants to join in.

It's fine when either me or husband are free to supervise her, but when we've just come home from nursery, there's dinner to prepare and stuff to be done. Being told she can't go out to play usually ends up in a tantrum.

There's no kids on our street, or that play on our street, that are under 8. The Wee One is still only 4. She doesn't understand that they're older kids, who are bigger, rougher, a bit more savvy, and who probably don't want to hang around with a 4 year old. Plus, I hate to be a bit judgey, but there are a couple of kids who I just don't want her to play with. One of them is very rough with the Wee One and is basically just a horrible Wee girl - her attitude is horrible for someone so young. We let the WeE One play out one day on the condition that she stays outside our house, between the two lampposts on either side of our neighbours house. Basically where we could see her from the window. But, one of the older kids led her away and before we knew it she was away up the street and round the corner. I've never seen my husband run so fast in all my life!

I hate to tell her no, but I still think she's a wee bit too young to be out playing by herself.

At what age do you let the kids out to play unsupervised?

Sunday, 6 March 2016

Day Trip to Dunfermline

Dunfermline is a lovely town, and it holds a special place in my heart, for that is where my mother was born and brought up. Even though she moved away when she was 16 to do her nursing training, it was where my grandparents continued to stay. The Glen was always to be visited, and my grandparents took us there regularly whenever we visited.

Now that my grandparents are both gone, it's strange to be in the town and not be able to go and visit gran. However, as my mum had to be in the town for a meeting, I took the opportunity to have a day down the Glen with the Wee One.






The Glen is famous for its squirrels and they certainly weren't shy! We counted 12 of them following folk about, waiting for nuts!






When my sister and I were small, the Glen had a petting zoo area, with rabbits, birds and I think I even remember snakes. That's no longer there, but the glasshouses are still open and there are some beautiful flowers. Plus it was nice to go in for a heat, considering it was about 2 degrees!





And there's always room for some Goldfish!



We spent many Easter weekends through in Dunfermline, and our tradition was always to go up the Glen after church to roll our eggs. It was a competition to see whose egg remained the most intact after the most rolls. Somehow, my grandad was always the winner...


I think my favourite part of the Glen is the Japanese gardens. There's a lovely little waterfall and a pagoda type thing, and it's just so nice and peaceful. I could sit there all day, but the Wee One had other ideas!






I don't remember there being swings at the Glen when I was little, except for ones down near the gate and the bottom end, and a few rope swings on the trees (which my dad fell off one time and went roly-pollying down the hill!!). Now they have a great adventure park area, which the wee one loved!






I think we saw every inch of the Glen this time. Climbing on rocks, exploring 





We spent rather a long time in the Glen, and before we knew it, it was time to go and pick up my mum. It may be a while before we're back in Dunfermline, and hopefully next time it will be a lot warmer!

But before we left, what's a day out without an ice cream!!




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