Lifesavers

Several blogging award ceremonies are now upon us. Every year, we nominate and then vote for our favourite bloggers – sometimes spending hours on one category because the category has three of your favourite blogs in it.

But where would we be without the little parenting lifesavers that have got us through the day so we could carry on blogging?

So without further ado, I present my Top 10 parenting lifesavers.

Breakfast biscuits – For when a proper breakfast is not going to happen. Without them, I would likely go hungry thanks to a mis-timed feed.

Bottle of water – ‘Nuff said.

Coffee creamer / whitener – For when a hot, milky coffee is not going to happen as soon as you’d like it. This stuff keeps hot drinks warmer for longer.

Nipple cream – In the early days, this stuff was liquid gold, especially the ones that didn’t need to be washed off before a feed.

Twitter – I’ve kept my sanity chatting to the lovely ladies and gents of Twitter. There’s either someone having the same day as you, or someone who just fancies a chat. I’ve spent many feeds stuck in the sofa with just the company of Twitter. It’s great.

Frozen meals – During the first few weeks we saved up left over portions of dinners so that if I was having a hectic day, I could just whack a meal in the oven. This has been a huge help with zero effort as all it took was cooking a larger lasagne, for example. This also saved our wallets (and waistlines) from buying takeaways!

Vanish – For those white to yellow vest days. I need to take out shares in this stuff.

Nursing Pillow – Apart from it’s obvious use, it’s also good for being a neck pillow for a last minute nap after a feed and T is on my chest. No more cricks in your neck.

Baby TV – Not my proudest life-saver, and when I caught myself letting him watch the TV I cried a little bit, but within the ten minutes I let him watch the telly during a challenging day I got to go the toilet and prepare some (decent) food. Although it is only ten minutes I still feel guilty about doing it, trust me.

My stretchy wrap – Probably my biggest life-saver. For when T doesn’t want to be put down, and I want to cook dinner. It also means I can nip to the shops without packing up the pram.

What are your parenting life savers?

K

The Good Baby

“Is T a good baby?”

I’ve never really understood this term. How can babies be “bad”?

Is there an assumption that because they wake up at night or cry during the day that they’re bad? I don’t think so. I can’t imagine that what they’re doing; whether it’s crying at 4am, is intentional because they’re naughty.

Babies cry. Babies wake up at night. Babies sometimes require feeds throughout the night. I doesn’t make them bad babies – it means they’re growing babies, and that’s GOOD! Heaven forbid T ignores his soggy nappy in fear of being thought of as a “bad” baby.

Last week I was asked twice in one day whether T was a “good” baby, and it really annoyed me. Within a space of a few seconds I had to decide how to answer. Do I say yes and submit to a term I hate in fear of them thinking that T is a “bad” baby? Do I say no and hate myself for calling T a bad baby just because he wakes in the night and because of this, apparently classes as being a bad baby? Or do I stand up against the term and say that, actually, T isn’t a bad or good baby – he’s just a developing baby.

In the end I didn’t answer and just said that he works hard at just being a baby, and that I couldn’t be prouder. T is an awesome baby regardless of whether he cries at night or not. Sure, he has good days where he’s happy for me leave him or put him down, other days, not so much – but that’s fine because that’s him having a bad day, not because he’s a bad baby. They don’t exist.

 

Deciding whether to be bad today… yeah right.

 

We Are The Mums Who…

This week, we were kindly nominated by Lauren to join in on a feature called “I am the mum who…” which depicts what kind of mums we are. Seeing as there are two of us, we both wanted to get involved!

We don’t usually do these sorts of things, but this one stuck out as it gave us the opportunity to do something different and think outside the box.

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Days Out – Stoneywish Nature Reserve. 

Last week S decided to make the weekend longer by taking a day off on the Friday. I love it when she does this as it means more family time. Two days, in my eyes, is just not long enough.

With the glorious weather we’d had that week, we decided to raid Netmums.com for free/cheap activities in our local area. With this, we found a place in Hassocks called Stoneywish. It advertised nature trails, farm animals, play parks, picnic areas, and a camp site. Perfect.

The drive there was very scenic, making the day enjoyable already, and as soon as we arrived I lost phone signal – the tell-tale sign that I’m literally in the middle of no where.

Once we paid £5 entry (£4 for under 3’s if you’re interested), we went straight through into the farming area. As it was spring, there were babies everywhere; piglets, lambs, chicks, etc. It was all very sweet.


We then followed the trails around the reserve coming across several ponds and wooded areas.

 


I’d say the ground is somewhat buggy/pram friendly if you have a relatively decent one but it can get a bit dicey around the sheep poo. I would have carried T if it wasn’t so hot – I’m still gauging when to use the wrap.

Whilst on the trails we came across several play areas. Although I saw your typical swing, a lot of the equipment had been made out of recycled items. For example, a slide had been made out of an old Land Rover – the slide coming out of the back.

There were also lots of “activity” huts for little ones (or big ones) to learn a bit about nature.  IMG_7847

Once we’d completed our walk we then went for our picnic. Because of the free roaming animals around the trail, picnics were limited to around the gardens of the function room which was no bother as it was near the car park (meaning we didn’t have to carry the picnic stuff with us) and the toilets! The garden is lovely and we found a nice sun spot to set up camp.

 

We were there almost the whole day and certainly made the most out of it. Of course T had no clue where we were but it was nice for us to get out and scope out future places to go.

Stoneywish is definitely suitable for young children what with the farm animals and small walks, any older and it may not be enough to keep them entertained. Apart from a picnic plan, I also feel it’s suitable for dull days as long as you have wellies on!

The only downside to Stoneywish was the price, I think. Although there’s the upkeep of animals that need to be paid for; which I do understand, I thought £5 was still a bit steep. There were three adults that day which meant we paid £15 to get in! Ouch!

Nevertheless, it was still a nice day and we will definitely be returning once T is a little older to appreciate the animals and again once when he can toddle/walk around.

K

The A-Z of Us


I’ve seen quite a few of these posts flying around recently and always thought it was a nice idea – having your life shown in front of you. It encourages you to think outside of the box and of the little things you often forget about.

I thought it would be pretty easy but after a few hours, I was still stuck on certain letters. Nevertheless, I’ve done it. Feel free to join in!

A is for S’s pride and joy, her tropical fish tank (or Aquarium). We’ve had it for a few years now after treating ourselves and to this day I still look at it to calm me down. 

B is for Blogging! Initially started just to document our TTC process so we could read back on our journey, we had no idea what it would become. We’ve shared new experiences and made new friends. We’re so glad we started blogging.

C is for Coffee and Chocolate. ‘Nuff said.

D is for dog Oscar, our beautiful dog and first boy. He’s recently had his nose put out of joint what with T taking up our time but he’s adapted well and he’s generally happy as long as I can throw the occasional ball.  

E represents S’s surname and how I’ve proudly changed my surname to hers recently.

F is for Family. We love our families dearly and couldn’t live without them.

G is for Gaydar, where S and I met many moons ago.

H is for home. It really is where the heart is. It’s my favourite place on earth.

I is for the Internet. I’d like to say I could live without it, but I couldn’t. Over the years I’ve made friends and found love because of the Internet, not to mention settle plenty of arguments by being able to quickly google it.

J is for July, the month we found out we were pregnant. Apart from getting married, it was the happiest moment of my life.

K is for Kinesiology. Our Kinesiologist fixed me after two years of TTC. We cannot thank her enough.

L is for Lie-ins, something of a distant memory. Even when T sleeps a bit longer I still end up waking at 6am.

M is for our nephew. Now two years old, he’s growing into a very funny little boy with tons of character.

N is for the NHS. I received an amazing service during pregnancy, birth, and after birth and I am very lucky to have access to such amazing people.

O is for OCD. It’s a huge, unwelcome part of my life and has been a wall I’ve been slowly demolishing over the years. Having a newborn hasn’t made it any easier to deal with but it’s certainly removed a few bricks at once.

P is for photography. We must take at least a dozen photos a day, if not more at weekends. With both S and I having our own cameras, as well as our phones, we’re always generally armed with a camera to capture our moments.

Q is for Queer… And proud of it.

R is for reading, something I rarely have time for. I can’t wait to start reading bedtime stories to T.

S is for Sussex. Our hometown is Brighton but we love visiting other towns within Sussex including; Lewes, Arundel, and Rye.


T is somewhat predictable. But Yes. But T is simply dedicated to our son.


U is for Uniform. I wear one for work and enjoy not having to choose something to wear every day.

V is for my VW Golf. It’s taken us on all our holidays and has been a very hardworking car. It’s part of the family.

W is for the West Country. Cornwall being our favourite, we absolutely love the West Country.

X is for Xenophobia and other acts of hate. It’s not welcome or necessary in this world.

Y is for yawning – something we all do a lot of lately!

Z is for the Zoo, probably one of my favourite places to go as a child.

What does your life in A-Z look like?

K & S

Tongue Tied

T was Tongue-tied. We found out on Wednesday when I went to a local breastfeeding group and asked why T was all of a sudden making a clicking sound when he fed. After a quick look, we found the issue.

 

What’s funny is that I have the same piece of skin between the jaw and tongue so never thought anything of it when I saw that T had it, but apparently that’s the tongue-tie (no wonder my mum couldn’t breastfeed me) and it can be passed on genetically. 

During the breastfeeding group I was given a number to call a tongue tie specialist at a local hospital so I called and made an appointment for the Friday.

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We arrived at the hospital and it wasn’t long after introductions, a brief outline as to the procedure and the signing of some paperwork that we got underway.

T was swaddled tightly to stop any wriggling and after a bit of poking and prodding it was done. It was very quick, although I was shocked no numbing agent was used considering an adult would apparently have to go under a general anaesthetic if they wanted it done. The procedure probably looked worse than it was, especially as T slept through the whole thing and only woke because he farted loudly. It still didn’t stop me welling up though.

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Now that I know T was tongue-tied it made perfect sense as to why he had issues with gas. The tongue-tie created a gap in T’s mouth when he fed which meant he took in extra air. There’s obviously still an issue with him dealing with gas but hopefully, now that the tongue-tie has been dealt with, it’ll deal with the extra air.

We were advised T probably wouldn’t notice anything after the procedure, however the night that followed was probably the worst one since he arrived. T fed every 40 minutes and wouldn’t be put in his Moses basket and would only sleep once on our chests. It was a long night.

The following day, everything was back to normal. T was back on his 3 hourly feeds and slept happily in his basket, and you know what? His clicking has certainly subsided.

K