Hello 2021.

I’m a little bit late in to the month with my ‘Happy New Year’ post but we have lockdown 3.0 and home schooling a six y/o with a toddler in tow to blame for that. My god, I was glad to see the back of 2020 however nothing much has changed, I’m certainly not starting the year as we mean to go on, locked down unable to see my loved ones. This lockdown is tougher for us there’s no doubt about it – I didn’t realise how much I took for granted being able to sit in the garden and do school work during the first lockdown when we needed to switch the the change of scenery.

I’ve said before I’m not really one for new years resolutions but I knew that this year I wanted to change a few things, the first one being to stop beating myself up, I’ve always been my own biggest critic and I wouldn’t dream of being as harsh to anybody else as I am to myself, so I decided I was going to go easy on myself, and to stop saying sorry for things that are out of my control – I bug myself with that one but I just can’t seem to help it. I’m probably one of the very dew (if any) that doesn’t mind home schooling but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been stressful and anywhere near a similar standard that Lily’s used too – Teddy want’s to do whatever Lily’s doing meaning he’s often gate crashing and with Ash being at work, it leaves only me to try and become everything that is being asked of us parents, and it’s just not possible all of the time, and that’s okay. Another thing I wanted to stick too this year was my writing, it really helps to get my thoughts down either on paper or on my blog, so I treated myself to a new bullet journal and stationary, then began doodling!

We celebrated Lily’s 6th birthday on Monday and apart from her party she didn’t know any different, we still had a fab time and I don’t quite know how I have a six year old? it’s been the best six years. I’m hoping our holidays still go ahead this year, we’re due to be going to Venice in April and have a caravan holiday booked for the summer holidays but who knows with the uncertainty of everything right now – we all have a lot of making up to do I think! I’ve been collecting bits and bobs for Lily’s bedroom for the past year now, again with both kids at home on my own I’ve not really had chance to decorate but I’m making time now, even if I have to roller and gloss through the night, it’s getting done.

Lots of love,

School’s Out For Christmas!

The uniform is washed, ironed and hung back up in the wardrobe, the Christmas nibbles are making an appearance and we plan on living in nothing but our pyjamas for the next couple of weeks. This year is so different for everyone, and because of that it hasn’t really felt like Christmas to me until today, I mean, I love being festive and we’ve had the tree up since early November but I guess it’s just been a fake it ’til you make it situ for me until now. Anyone would think we’ve spent enough time at home this year but the break from the school routine was much needed for me! I’m starting to think a lot about this year now it’s coming to an end and I’m really digging deep to think about the things I’m grateful for and things I/we have achieved this year – the ultimate being that we are all here and healthy obviously, but when you really sit and think about it there is so much we can all be thankful for.

I’ve panicked and stressed over this Christmas more than I usually would which has done me no favours at all, but now I’m in a much more positive place with it all. I think it’s just been the uncertainty of it all, would we be able to see our loved ones? will the shops be open so I can buy gifts? is everyone going to stockpile again? I’m always quite organised anyway when it comes to Christmas so in hindsight I probably didn’t need to stress as much as I have done but that’s easy for me to say when my anxiety isn’t rearing it’s ugly head, I think not just as parents but as human beings in general we can be so harsh on ourselves sometimes and although I don’t ever make new years resolutions as such, in 2021 I want to be kinder to myself and stop beating myself up over the tiniest of things.

I cannot wait to get the big Christmas food shop done and indulge in the ‘special’ things that we don’t get all year round, and being all cosied up on the sofa watching the kids pester Ash for a screwdriver and the battery box with a Christmas Special of some kind on the TV. I could waffle on for an age but I haven’t yet wrapped a single present of the kids so I best crack on. Whatever you find yourself doing this Christmas just go easy on yourself, reach out if you need too, embrace how different this year is and strip it back to what really matters.

Merry Christmas,

To My Daughter On Your First Day Of School.

My Lily,

Today is your first day in reception and although I’ve already let you go to nursery there’s something that feels a little bit different this time. I’m so excited for you to fully begin your accademic journey, for how much you’re going to learn, the friendships you’ll make and experiences you’ll have. Our time together during the week will be slightly more limited now you’re at school full time and I won’t pretend that I won’t miss you but thinking about how much you’re little imagination is going to develop, the friendships you’ll form that may last a life time and all of the memories you’ll make that will forever be imprinted on that precious little soul of yours.

You’re wise (and sassy) beyond your years and sometimes I forget that you are just four years young. You’ve been through, seen, and acomplished so much already in four years, from sailing in the Mediterrean Sea to becoming a big sister, to finding a love for rollercoaster rides to going on an aeroplane – just know that this is just the beginning sweetheart.

Some parents long for their children to become doctors, midwives, business owners, or teachers, I just want you to be happy, my babe. Happiness is the foundation for everything else you wish to do. It goes without saying that there will be times in life where you aren’t happy, people won’t be as kind, you will give more than you get back and you may even cross paths with some not very nice people – just know that when and if you do, mom is right there by your side should you ever need me. I’ll forever be your constant, your bestest friend and your biggest fan.

I am proud of you beyond words and have every confidence in you,

I love you to the moon and back,

Mom x

 

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Teddy Jack | The Recovery Pt 2.

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(From a vaginal birth and formula feeding perspective.)

After having Teddy I felt under much more pressure to get back to my pre pregnancy self, to heal and recover so I could be the best mom possible to both Lily and Ted as soon as soon as I could, but at the same time I also realised that I needed to be a tad selfish in order to do that, not just physically but emotionally also. I didn’t step foot in to the kitchen for the whole of Ash’s paternity leave, I didn’t cook a single meal nor did I do a load of washing, the four of us pretty much lived in mine and Ash’s bedroom for the first two weeks as it was the comfiest and cosiest place to be. My body took a battering throughout Ted’s birth and it wasn’t until now that I realise just how simple Lily’s birth was in comparison, now I know that giving birth is never easy no matter what route your baby and body decide to take but despite Lily being premature I didn’t feel half as bad physically afterwards as I did with Teddy, and throughout this post you’ll see why (quit reading now if you really do not wish to know the harsh physical realities of giving birth ‘cos it isn’t a bit pretty!).

The first thing I had to recover from believe it or not was actually my achy arms. Despite being a mom already my body was in unknown terratory throughout Ted’s labour, I’d not birthed a full term baby before therefore I hadn’t experienced contractions as intense as these, I’d given up with the gas and air (I actually found it quite pointless!) as I felt like I was coping better with controlling my own breathing during contractions so whilst actively pushing I was pushing my arms down on to the bed – I’m not sure why, it didn’t help and I definitely don’t recommend it as it was taking up energy that I should have been putting in to pushing and I felt as though I’d been training arms at the gym for days after Ted was born. Fuck it hurt.

“Have I torn? and if so do I have to go to theatre?” before the midwives had mentioned anything I had a feeling that I had a tear but I was desperate not to be seperated from Teddy and Ash moments after giving birth. I had a second degree tear that luckily went no further and could be stitched up there and then. Whilst I was lay there being sewn back together I was wondering how this would differ from Lily’s recovery, I actually dreaded the first wee more because I thought it’d be worse with stitches in – WRONG. My first wee wasn’t half as bad as it was with Lily (I had grazed with her, no stitches aka an open wound), bathing was easier also and it wasn’t until speaking to my health visitor that she said it was because everything ‘down there’ was put back together as best as it could be by the stitches. I’d actually take a slight tear and stitches rather than just a graze and it being left to heal on its own because I did feel that my perineal area healed so much better. Obviously there is the self care needed at home to help the healing process along, avoiding infection etc and luckily I did. With how delicate and sensitive my skin was throughout pregnancy I didn’t want to use many products on my perineal area with my hormones still raging so I figured that bathing morning and night was the best thing to do, along with airing the area as much as possible… Ash did walk in the bedroom once whislt I was doing so and he couldn’t stop laughing, I looked like such a sight but it was much needed and I swear by doing this to help aid a healthy and comfortable healing process.

However, there is one product I did use on the days where I was a lot more sore and I swear by it, it’s an absolute hospital bag essential. I’d first heard about Spritz For Bits which costs more than double than Bottoms Up by the Natural Birthing Company and I couldn’t recommend it ENOUGH. I bought Bottoms Up out of desperation, 2 days post birth when sitting down was as painful as walking. I’d had lavender oil recommended to me a lot for after birth and that is one of the ingredients in Bottoms Up, along with witch hazel and arnica which are also highly recommended, so all relatively plant based ingredients meaning it’s not too harsh on the skin. It was nothing but a god send honestly, it helps relieve any discomfort from stitches, grazes, tears and haemorrhoids – the things nobody likes to talk about after birth but the thing a lot of us do have to recover from. For all the moms to be reading… get some to pop in to your hospital bag because I was desperate for some relief throughout the night feeds in the first couple of days before I came across this, it’s genius.

You can never forget just how painful it is when your milk comes in, the intense burn will stay with me forever, I think I’d rather have the fanny pain as I struggled so much. Something I did this time round that I didn’t do after Lils birth was putting cabbage leaves in the freezer, again I was left desperate for a little bit of relief and I just wanted to be able to hold my newborn properly. One thing I absolutely hate about waiting for your milk to dry up is not being able to sleep on your tummy, I am a proper tummy sleeper and after not being able to sleep comfortably for the best part of nine months all you are left wanting to do is roll about in bed, and you can’t! I’m not sure there is much (if anything) out there for the pain but breast pads (lots of them) and a couple of cabbages do provide a bit of relief.

As new mums we do have so much to recover from physically but that was the easiest part for me, recovering and adapting emotionally and mentally was much more intense. I know no two babies are ever the same but I didn’t expect things to be as different with Ted, Lily was fairly straight forward and chilled out in comparison and I just wasn’t as prepared. I was much more nervous for Ash’s paternity leave to finish this time round because I was so full of anxiety about how I’d cope alone with two young children who both rely on me so much. As a mom you do it, you find your second, third and fourth gears when needed and you get shit done but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t take its toll on your health mentally. I was a lot more drained, my days were becoming longer and nights shorter with no sign of us getting in to a routine any time soon, I was getting stressed out, restless and just a tad down, so much so I did reconsider anti depressants at one point. I cannot tell you just how important it is to talk if you ever begin to feel this way about motherhood because it only took one conversation with Ash to change things for me, the outcome of that one conversation bought structure to our lives and we had a new routine that was working for the four of us and within a couple of weeks Ted began sleeping through the night which meant I found more time for a bit of self love and sleep.

 My Top Tips

 

  • Rest

Don’t push yourself to do anything before you feel able too, especially if like me, you have stitches. I was super fed up at times and had major cabin fever but the rest was needed to keep bleeding and irritation of the stitches at a minimum. I also carried on sleeping with a pillow between my legs as I had done towards the end of my pregnancy anyway, this did provide much comfort.

 

  • Breathable/Cotton Underwear

I’m talking the huuuge granny pants that come up right up to your boobs, not only are they the comfiest they hold maternity pads in more secure than any other material and also help avoid infections due to them being breathable and less itchy. I did buy the throw away knickers but figured they’d be pointless and opted straight for the good old granny pants, I also sized up, I lost both bumps pretty quickly after birth and it’s each to their own but you still don’t want them clingy. Comfort is key.

 

  • Regular Bathing & Air Drying

To begin with I’d rinse and have a 5 minute bathe after every wee and then air dry – aka lay on the bed as if I’m ready to give birth again with my legs wide open, not so glam but I swear by it as there was as little contact / irritation as possible then and my perineal area and stitches were kept clean in order to avoid infection, an alternative that I’ve also read a lot of women do is using the hair dryer on the cool setting!

 

  • Drink Water

It’s not a myth, it does help in several ways. As water weakens the urine it doesn’t sting or irritate the perineal area as much making trips to the toilet as less painful as possible. Not only did I find that water helped with wee’ing, I found that getting in my full required intake daily along with eating regularly (I mentioned above that I didn’t step foot in the kitchen once whilst Ash was on paternity leave so it wasn’t always as healthy as could be but it was the regular three meals a day!). I’m not actually sure what the suggested intake of water per day is for an adult as I’ve read a couple of different ones but I was drinking between 1.5 and 2 litres per day and it helped give me the ‘get up and go’ on my more tired days after very little sleep and it helped my skin as raging hormones continued to make it SHOCKING.

 

  • Pain Relief Medication

I’m not a big tablet taker and I’ll avoid it unless it’s absolutely needed but I wasn’t going to shy away from it after birth, especially with stitches. Alternating between paracetamol and ibuprofen did help. Also remembering that if you are perscribed any pain relief medications then they are given for a reason so definitely take them!

 

  • Loungewear

I didn’t pick my skinny jeans out of the wardrobe until Teddy was 4 months old, I think loungewear and comfy pyjamas are pretty self explanatory as they’re comfort clothing anyway. When I wasn’t in my pyjamas I was doing the school run in leggings and a baggy tee, and I still wear my maternity nighties now!

 

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Teddy Jack | Birth Story Pt 1.

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Being a high risk pregnancy meant I was always prepared to be spending a lot of time in hospital and towards the end of the pregnancy I felt as though I was spending more time there than I was at home, we even had a trip to the maternity triage unit 20 hours before Teddy made his grand entrance to the world. I woke up on the morning of Saturday 13th April and I just didn’t feel right, not in pain or anything I just felt as though I needed Teds movements checking as through the night they were always really strong and frequent but throughout that night I didn’t have much, and looking back now I think it was just the fact that Teddy had moved himself in to his starting position so to speak. We were monitored, showing no sign of labour as yet and everything was of course fine and we were sent home, and I went to bed that night as normal.

How much anxiety do we carry throughout pregnancy when you already have one child to consider in your plans? One thing that made me super anxious was thinking about when I’d go in to labour, because I have Lily to think about now I was thinking things like were my waters going to break on the school run? what if I couldn’t get hold of Ash or my mom? but it was deja vu and I ended up waking up early hours on Sunday morning with pains and leaking my waters, exactly the same as had happened with Lily however I remember these pains being much more intense and as I stood rocking from side to side watching Ash get ready I muttered the words “ouccch, shit!” through a contraction only for Lily to say “thats a naughty word mom, people need not say that”. My contractions were every 3 minutes give or take, they were actually around the 3 minute mark from when I woke up and they didn’t seem to get any quicker up until just before Teddy was born but because I’d been told all pregnancy that the chances of me having a quicker labour than I had with Lily were really high I panicked and thought I’d be giving birth in a layby at the side of the road if we didn’t get a move on. So we arrived at the hospital and I had to do a urine sample straight away as you do, and that confirmed that I had meconium present and for some reason I’ve always associated babies pooing in their mom with the baby being in distress but that wasn’t the case, however you don’t think so rationally in labour, do you? and it was all downhill from there.

The midwife had confirmed I was in labour but we got put in a room on triage with four beds in…. my first thought was THIS IS NOT IDEAL!!! What if they bring someone else in? I was having strong contractions and by this point I had already done the classic thing of snapping at Ash for something as little as putting his phone down next to me on the bed, as you do when you’re in labour 😀 we weren’t on triage for very long because I’d decided I needed more help pain relief wise – this is a decision I did not take lightly, after managing with only (minimal) gas and air throughout Lily’s birth I wanted to try and do the same this time round but the contractions just seemed so much worse than I remembered from before baring in mind the fact Teddy did weigh almost 2lb heavier than Lily did, I decided to give Pethidine a try as an Epidural was a big no no for me. The Pethidine did help in the way that I was pretty much falling asleep in between each contraction and I gave up with gas and air as I felt I was handling the pain better when focusing on my breathing myself.

 

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No matter how many times people tell you that no two births are the same you just cannot help but compare, especially at the time! and the fact I had Lily in my arms after three pushes was playing on my mind massively. Looking back at my notes it’s documented that I was actually only actively pushing for 20 minutes however that seemed like two hours (my labour was only three hours long). Because of how intense the contractions seemed to be this time round and the fact I’d given up with the gas and air I was pushing down on the bed with my hands meaning most of my strength was being wasted on that rather than pushing and honestly…. I knew about it for a few days after Teddy was born because I felt as though I’d been training arms at the gym for two weeks straight!! Throughout Lil’s birth I remained fairly dignified but that didn’t half change with Teddy, my dignity completely went out of the window, I found that out as soon as the Pethidine started wearing off and I actually realised I had my legs in stirrups whilst two midwives were talking about, assessing and stitching my second degree tear.

The midwife I’d had looking after me since we arrived at hospital came in at around 7:30am to tell us she couldn’t deliver Teddy now as she’d gone off shift but she wanted to stay to see his little face, however she had no choice in delivering him in the end because just like Lil, he flew out, like literally so unexpected the two midwives actually had their backs turned on their ipads discussing my notes and Ted was just laying there like heyyyy guys. When Ted was placed on to me I remember my first thought being just how much he looked like Lil, and then how much she was going to love him. I had some strict rules about Ash taking photos this time round, as he missed Lily being born I didn’t have any photos of me in labour so this time I wanted him to take as many as possible, he does listen to me after all because later on that day he sent me about 40 photos some of which had my vajayjay and various different bodily fluids visible…. and that’s all I’ll say on that. Another rule I had about photos was that Ash wasn’t to send anyone any photos until Lily had seen Teddy first, that is just what felt right to me, afterall she was going to have to share me now so I felt like I owed her that at least. Lil was also first to meet Teddy, when my mom bought her to the hospital she waited outside whilst Ash bought Lily in so we could have that first moment as a family together and I’m so so thankful she pointed this out to me whilst I was pregnant because I never would have thought and looking back now it was super precious.

So that is that, at 7:49am on Sunday 14th April 2019 our little handsome Teddy Jack was born weighing a dinky 6lb 2oz. We loved him instantly and just knew he was going to fit perfectly in to our family – we are blessed beyond words (I’m writing this as a reminder for when the terrible two’s hit!).

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We love you so much Teds.

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