Its the little things….

So, I’m a big fan of my Bugaboo Cameleon (it always gets me that it’s spelled that way instead of Chameleon!) but its away on a little holiday at the moment so I’ve been using an iCandy Strawberry2. It wasn’t my first choice because the bassinet isn’t as big as the Cameleon one and I know I have quite long babies BUT I’ve just discovered something about it that i really love!

It won’t be that exciting to most people but for a pushchair geek and sleep deprived mother, little features like this totally rock my boat! 🙂

My husband is not in the slightest bit interested in this sort of thing – although i think he would be if he were the one loading the carseat in and out of the car multiple times a day. I decided to make a little video and share it in the hope that someone out there would maybe be at least half as impressed by it as me! Sad I know. It only save a teeny bit of time an effort but there have been plenty of brain fog moments with other pushchairs where I’ve spent ages battling with them unable to work out why they won’t fold down. I’m clearly getting old and have too many children….

Just for reference I also get excited by holidays and red wine so i’m not completely odd.

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Four month sleep regression 😴

I knew it was coming. I’ve seen it lots and lots with the babies in my classes but it still caught me off guard.

After weeks of sleeping like a runner after a marathon (long deep hardcore sleeping is how I imagine you’d sleep after a marathon. I’ve never actually tried it), Baby Bean decided on NYE that sleep is for losers and she’d rather be up seeing stuff.

Here she is at 2345 after thwarting all my attempts to send her to the land of nod.

Baby Bean has started to go to bed at a decent time!!

Which means I can finally enjoy a properly relaxing soak in the bath.

For the last three nights she’s been in bed asleep by 8pm and this evening she did something super strange. I put her in bed awake and went downstairs to eat dinner at break neck speed before she started kicking off only…..she just went to sleep. On her own. Wierd. Good though!!

For about a month I’ve been wondering how to get her into bed at a more sensible time. Having a ritualistic bedtime routine just isn’t an option for baby number 3. There is too much going on with children 1&2. I had also wondered if I needed to try to stick to some sort of daytime routine but with school runs, preschool and various clubs and classes to attend that just doesn’t work for us either. I needn’t have worried though. When the time was right and in her own good time our little bub has found her own daytime routine and settled in to a simple bedtime routine that works for her. You’d think I’d know this by baby number three but it’s amazing what you forget!!

Since Poppy was born I have been on duty rocking, cuddling and feeding her every night until she finally conked out for the night between 10 and 11pm. And from about 30weeks pregnant lying in the bath was just not fun so it’s been around six months since I’ve had a nice bath!

Of course I’ve had a few post partum soaks because they’re good to help with the healing but they start out as slightly ouchy dips and move on to being a quick splash in between feeds. There is still the constant niggling feeling that at any moment I might hear a little wail of discontent but this is as close as it gets to full on relaxation with a small human in the vicinity.

Somewhat coincidentally a lovely friend brought bath treats as gifts for the girls and I today so I’ve taken it as a sign and borrowed the baby’s mood light bath duck for a bit of overdue pampering.

No more babies

I’m lying in my bed, half asleep. I feel a little tap in my tummy and my hand instinctively goes to my belly to greet my baby. But there is no baby bump.

My baby is snuffling, snorting and rooting next to me.

It’s the first time I’ve missed my bump. More significantly, it’s the first time I’ve really felt the gravity of the decision. No more babies. No more baby bump. Never again. Done.

I feel happy and grateful that I’ve done it. I’ve had my babies. That part of my life is finished. I won’t miss ovulation tests, tracking my cycle, all day sickness or the fear that accompanies that first trimester and scan. And I certainly won’t miss anymore christmases or holidays without a nice cocktail or a gin or two!!

What I will miss is the excitement of wondering who this new little person will be. Of watching and feeling my belly growing. Feeling those first bubbles and flutters and wondering if they’re baby kicks or my dinner going down. The anticipation when due date comes around and best of all, meeting the curly, wriggling little person for the first time.

Interestingly though, I don’t feel sad. One chapter has closed but it feels like another has opened. I don’t need to hang on to the baby things anymore. We can plan holidays and trips and activities without having to consider that I might be pregnant. There is also a bit of relief. We did it. We had the babies. We’ve got them. We’ve been lucky enough to be able to choose when to stop. I’m acutely aware that that is not a choice that everyone gets to make.

So, here is to the the busy, tiring, exciting future!!

A lesson in Leaping

The last three days have been a little challenging. Our new little bean wanted to feed constantly and was only sleeping for between 15-45mins at a stretch between feeds unless cradled in someone’s arms.

This went on all day and well into the night. I stooped looking at the clock once it got to 1am. She fed on and off all night and cried whenever I put her down.

Is this how things are going to be? I thought with a hint of panic.

I took her out for a walk in the fresh air after the morning school run and then she slept. And slept. And slept a bit more. She slept all day long only waking a few times to fill up on milk and she even did that with her eyes closed too!

At about 6:30pm – just before her big sisters went to bed – she woke up a different baby! My curly little sleepy newborn had been replaced by an inquisitive little baby who had seemingly grown a centimetre or two and filled out. She was super aware and alert, full of smiles and gurgles. She went on to spend almost an hour awake staring around the room and fixating on areas of contrast.

So there you go. Three children in and I’m still learning. Each child has done the same things just in different ways. This little one seemed to do her developmental leap and growth spurt intensely all in one go.

Whilst my heart breaks a little bit at the thought of her growing up and no longer being a tiny newborn, it’s mended again with each of the little smiles we see.