Tuesday, 24 January 2012

I think it's bath time, don't you?

We've just started our BLW journey, and to be honest, I don't know how far we'll continue with the journey, because every time she gags a whole panic-stricken ambulance-calling scene runs through my head and my heart stops for a minute. We're trying to work through it, and today I cheated a bit and gave her some of my homemade soup. I gave her a bowl and a spoon, and left her to it. She did get SOME in her mouth and I do think she swallowed some. It was brilliant to watch! She also had a gnaw on some raw sweet pepper, of which she managed to nibble some off and gagged quite badly. Even though she seemed to really enjoy the raw pepper, I ended up taking it away from her and just leaving her with the soup.

Mucky pup? Me?

So, we'll see how we get on. If I go much longer without being able to handle the gagging without me having a panic attack, I'm afraid I'll be going along the traditional weaning route.

Thursday, 12 January 2012

Five Whole Months

Well, Poppy is 5 months old today. FIVE WHOLE months. Almost HALF A YEAR.

This makes me feel incredibly sad, if I'm honest. Of course it's lovely watching her grow and learn new things everyday, but the time is just going too bloody quick. I was going to wait until she's 6 months before writing a post like this, but I really felt the need to now.

At the time of writing this blog, this exact time last year I had been given an epidural and the horrible induction contractions were starting to feel more like twinges than like somebody was sawing me in half whilst simultaneously corkscrewing my uterus. I wasn't allowed to move from the bed, so there I lay, watching Come Dine With Me on the tiny box telly in the corner of my delivery room.
At 10.25pm she was born, and she was such a beautiful newborn, and had her Daddy's curly hair (which she has since lost, but as her new hair grows through, I suspect it will be curly!)

Friday 12th August 2011 was the happiest day of our lives, and Poppy has continued to surprise us, impress us, and just be the most beautiful and happy little girl in the world.

1 Day Old                                                                    

5 Months Old

Friday, 6 January 2012

Spring (Winter) Clean

Just a quick one this evening...

My house is driving me up the wall. I have told Luke that his weekend is cancelled and that he must help me sort it. We're going to have a huge sort out, and throw away/sell/give to charity anything we haven't used in 6 months. It's going to be tough, but I must be ruthless!

I love my two up, two down victorian terraced house, it's just not very big. So any excess clutter becomes a big deal. And when you throw a 5-month old into the mix (not literally), it becomes an even bigger deal.

Wish me luck, I'll report back if I make it out from the enormous heap of unwanted things.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

What, no sick days?!

I am currently sitting in my PJ's surrounded by snotty tissues, half-drunk cups of tea and Lemsip. It's is 1.45pm and I only got out of bed about an hour ago. Not only do I have a rotten cold, sore throat and headache, I also have raging earache. Trouble is, I have a 5-month-old (almost) to look after, and I can't call in sick!

Poppy is fast asleep, snuggled up under her cupcake blanket, and she just so happens to be quite poorly herself. In fact, we've all got it, Luke (Poppy's Daddy) is suffering, too. But he doesn't seem to have it quite as bad as us, and he's gone to work.
Poppy had a pretty disrupted sleep - she woke up coughing and spluttering a few times in the night, before finally waking up properly at around 7.30am. I could see her big blue eyes blinking at me through the side of her cot, and so I dragged myself out of bed to make her a bottle. I felt so rough that I decided to gather up a few of Poppy's toys, lots of her books and even her activity mat, and took them all upstairs. We then stayed in our PJ's, Poppy had half of her bottle (she's been a bit off her milk with this cold), I gave her a nappy change then we snuggled in bed and I read The Very Hungry Caterpillar to her a few times, as well as Guess How Much I Love You - both books old favourites of mine and she seems to love them, too. We alternated between lots of cuddles and naps until around midday, when I decided we should probably go downstairs and do something. Well, we made it downstairs, Poppy is now awake, having a good old gnaw on poor Sophie La Giraffe, and I'm writing a blog post. I have a million and one things I should be doing, but it can all wait.

Despite both being poorly, I'm having a lovely day with my gorgeous little girl.