The local swimming pool. Where every parent’s sense of peace and tranquility goes to die. Yes, I know. Children need to learn to swim. Health, fitness, survival if they fell into a raging river, yadda yadda yadda. But still. The place is not far off Hades if you ask me. If truth be known, getting… Continue reading Sabotage: The swimming lesson.
My day. In numbers. 0… The number of naps I had. 1…The number of photos I sent my husband of the new pushchair I assembled ALL BY MYSELF. Like a boss. I only had to redo it twice because I ignored the instruction manuals. Winning. 2… The number of people who knocked at my door… Continue reading Numbers.
It’s been ten weeks since I had a proper night’s sleep. Longer really because in the last month of pregnancy I was busy manoeuvering myself out of bed every half hour through the night to do a wee. I’m so so happy right now but I’m not going to lie, I feel rough. My eyes feel hot and gritty and… Continue reading Lessons in Babydom: Big up the small stuff.
It’s a new a dawn And a new day And a new life for me And I’m feeling good I did warn you in the last post that the first lesson in babydom was very… Michael Buble. I know, I know. It’s Nina Simone really, but can we just take a moment to appreciate Michael’s sweet crooning voice…? Ok,… Continue reading Lessons in Babydom: A new day.
Yesterday TJ turned two months old. Flip. Who hid the brakes because I need this whole growing up thing to slow right down. The clichés just roll off the tongue don’t they? It just feels like two minutes ago since he was born… Time is flying by… They grow up too quickly… But it’s all so… Continue reading Lessons in Babydom: ‘D’ for Dunce.
We’re coming towards the end of TJ’s birth story. I promise. We left off in Part Two where we were still in Special Care, waiting for the nod to go home. Word on the street ward was that it would be the next day. And we got to take our baby back to our little flat… Continue reading TJs story – Part Three: The last hurdle.
I wrote here about how we met our baby boy. I’d had my heart set on having him at home, surrounded by my family, but sometimes things just don’t go to plan, and I was whisked off to hospital in what felt like a drag-racing car with ambulance written on the side of it. I… Continue reading TJ’s story – Part Two: Our Special Care baby.