Week 45 -New beginnings…

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As seems to be par for the course it’s been another HUGE week. And there’s a massive week looming this week as well as I start a new job and Pads does his first full day at nursery.

But more on that next blog and back to the week that was for now.

1.Toothy pegs

We now have 7 teeth with some red looking lower gums so I think more may be on their way soon. There is definitely some teething issues in the way of crankiness and disturbed sleep for the boy too,  which is always fun. I can’t believe how quickly he is growing and how much he looks like a little boy now. My baby has long gone…

He has become really good at chewing with these extra teeth and his front gnashers are pretty large so grinding down food is no problem, and he has started to give hard foods a go which he has never been a fan of before. He likes a cheesy puff (who doesn’t?) and even gave a breadstick a go which is a first.

I have been trying to get him used to his toothbrush as its about time to start his dental hygiene routine now he is such a big boy with so many big teeth, and so far so ok I would say. We are not exactly brushing his teeth but we do manage a little tickle of the toothy pegs and brush of the gums with the bristles before he just wants to take the brush and chew it. I have only tried toothpaste once, a low fluoride baby one, which he wasn’t too sure about and basically just swallowed, so am not really sure how you are supposed to brush a baby’s teeth – any tips?!!

2.The big snotty affair

We have all gone down with big stinking snot filled colds this week and it seems that every baby we know has the same thing too, there’s a lot of snot about at the moment. Pads had a runny nose all last week but this week it has turned into the never ending cold with constant snot bubbles and he needs his nose wiping every few minutes, which he hates with a passion!

It’s really getting to him bless him as he is so full of catarrh and phlegm, it’s making breathing tricky, especially when eating and at night when he lays down. He has also got a nasty cough on top of all of this which he has generously passed on to me and Jon too, so now when I am feeding or settling him to sleep, I keep waking him up with a nasty tickly coughing fit. Great.

He really hasn’t been his usually happy go lucky self this week, and yesterday he woke up with big puffy eyes so I am also wondering if some of this is hay fever related, as he has been in the garden a bit this week after the grass was cut so could have rubbed pollen into his eyes too. Poor love. Life is cruel isn’t it?

The other night he just wouldn’t settle to sleep either and kept drifting off then waking up screaming as if in real pain. It could be teething as well as just being fed up with being snotty or perhaps it was panic because his breathing is so hard at the moment? It was really horrid to see him like that and it was a night when Jon was away so the early morning hours felt really long and lonely and scary. I ended up giving him some calpol and just hugging and rocking him like I did when he was a newborn and that seemed to give him some comfort and reassurance.

Please get better soon Pads, it’s not nice to see you suffer and hear you struggle to breathe clearly.

3.In the Club

(Don’t panic, I am not about to announce the sowing of baby seed number two..!) Is anyone else watching ITV’s mummy and baby drama ‘In the Club‘? It’s very entertaining and features a lot of mum types that I have met on this parenthood trip. There is a character, brilliantly played by her off the IT crowd, of a blogging mum that resonated somewhat with me and also made me cringe a bit as it is such a stereotype isn’t it, new mum starting a blog about her sprig and doling out parental advice bla bla bla, and I am slightly ashamed to admit that I am that stereotype, though hopefully I don’t come across quite as smug and ‘look how together I am’ as she does though! (Let me know if I ever do and I will rectify it immediately!)

4.The #welshcottageproject

So…the biggest news this week that has been somewhat all-consuming is…we have finally moved into our cottage! The #welshcottageproject phase 1 is almost complete!

After 21 months of renovating, decorating and living out of boxes and bags, we have our own home and our own things and it is great. I mean, we have only literally just moved in so we are still living a little out of boxes and bags but we will get there and I can’t tell you how amazing it feels to have our own space again after so long, and it’s ours. We did it.

We turned a slightly grotty, damp and, in parts, crumbling old cottage into a really fresh and lovely and cosy and most importantly, clean and sturdy house that will now be around for a lot longer than us, as we fixed it and brought it back from the brink. We know what is behind every single stone and wall and nook and cranny now after the work we have put in, and when I say ‘we’ I do mainly mean my incredibly hard working, clever and tenacious husband, I was only really handy in the past few months to do countless coats of paint on the walls and other odd jobs, as being pregnant and then in charge of a newborn put me out of the picture for the majority of the dusty, dirty building work. (Not that I am complaining!)

It has been a bloody hard slog and a long time coming. We never knew it would take this long. We never knew we would be having a baby when we started it either!

We could never have done the project – and continue to do it, as it is not done by any means, but it is liveable and phase 2 (an extension) will just have to wait as we want to just live in our own home for a while! – without the help, support and love of our nearest and dearest.

You know who you are and you know how much we bloody love you for being there for us whether it was to help sand, cement, scrape, repoint, paint, move things around, garden, look after Pads so I could get stuck in or put us up/put up with us and give us a roof over our heads and somewhere to bring our baby back to for the first 10 months of his life (mum, we can never repay your kindness and generosity for this! Thanks a million times over!).

Moving and trying to unpack/sort things and generally do anything with a small baby in tow is not easy either. It’s been a challenging weekend of trying to get everything done during his naps or finding someone to hold Pads for even just 20 minutes so I can unpack a box or clean something. It’s pretty frustrating starting every job and having to abandon it or keep stopping what you are doing constantly so I have been getting a bit stressed about that. We probably should’ve planned it better and asked someone to take Pads for a day or two whilst we moved everything in, but we didn’t really think that far ahead as we were just too excited to finally be able to move in! (I am not being dramatic when I say that there were plenty of times when I thought this day would just never come…and I have literally never wanted anything so much in my whole life than to just live in our own cottage as a family.)

On the plus side, babies think bubble wrap and empty boxes are great fun so they can be a helpful distraction to enable you to get a small task done during a move!

It’s a massive change to finally have our own home and to finally all be together as a family (I was so sick of Jon being at the cottage working whilst I was with Pads somewhere, every bloody weekend and a few nights every week, meaning that we have barely spent any family time together and some weeks I would see Jon only once or twice and fleetingly at that. It’s been tough, him building and doing a house up on his own (largely) and me parenting Pads and bring up out baby largely solo too).

Its been an emotional weekend all round, and in particular because I finally got to nest and decorate and dress Padstar’s nursery – something I have been longing to do since I was about 7 months pregnant, all those months ago! His nursery looks amazing and it feels incredible to be able to give him his own room for the first time.

He slept in it last night, and started off well doing just over 4 hours but then he would not go back into his cot, so after an hour of me trying to settle him, and him falling asleep on me each time but then screaming blue murder when he felt me lower him into the cot, I brought him in with us so we could all get some sleep.

I was ok with that though as its been such a big weekend of moving and adjusting to our new space and it’s the first night Pads was sleeping in his own room and not with us, so I found myself feeling quite teary about it so we will jus go slowly and take baby steps.  It’s a big step for him and for us.

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I couldn’t sleep at first because I am not used to not hearing him breathe and move or being able to just peer over into his cot to check on him so I ended up tip toeing into his room several times while he was asleep and then I just decided to open both of our bedroom doors as wide as possible so I could hear him snore and then I felt comforted enough to start to nod off…just in time for him to wake up of course!

I felt a bit anxious actually about starting a new bedtime routine in a new house and new room as we have become so used to how we do things at my mums in our old shared room. The routine is still largely the same, except now instead of feeding him in bed and transferring him to his cot right next to it, I fed him on the cosy sofa in his room and then put him in his cot. Not a huge difference, but it means we can’t do laying down feeding now before bed so it’s a change of feeding position and with that, a change of what we have known for so long.

I was really worried he wouldn’t go off to sleep at all because of the new smells and sounds and sights around him but he did and he slept soundly for a good few hours which is fab. Let’s hope that wasn’t just a one off and let’s hope that we can start getting him back to sleep in his own cot and room once we have settled in a bit more.

My boy is growing up and has his own room. That’s a big thing. And moving into our own house after so long living under other people’s roofs is a huge thing. As I said, it’s been a pretty massive week and my emotions have been all over the place! And tomorrow I start work and Pads has his longest day yet at nursery…we don’t do things the easy way that’s for sure! Wish us luck!

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Week 44 -the big one

Week 44 – 21/05/16

So this week was the big one. The one I had been dreading if I am being honest, the one I thought must still be a long way off surely?!!, and the one that had to happen all the same.

The maternity leave bubble has finally burst and that makes me sad. Sadder than I expected. I love my little guy to bits obviously and I really love our days together whether we are at a baby class, driving around the countryside, walking in a ridiculously scenic area, visiting a castle!, making new mummy and baby friends, or just chilling and playing at home or in the garden, it’s our time and it’s been (mostly) a blast.

Of course it isn’t always sunny skies and fun days and at times has felt very lonely and long and tiring and endless. Oh my there have been days when I never thought we would get to bedtime and wondered what on earth I was going to do to fill every hour. But that’s luckily only been on a few bad days (and usually days where we didn’t get out of the house – always get out of the house!) or days that have followed bad nights. For the most part, maternity leave has been a wonderful and evolving thing that I am so grateful to have been able to enjoy for 10 whole months.

What I find truly amazing is how close a bond you can form and how much fun you can have with a tiny human who can’t even speak let alone do much else. It is remarkable how well Pads and I understand each other without words. Sounds, looks, smells and touch are how we communicate and it’s been a revelation that this is actually all you need to build a relationship and get to know someone, and to fall madly, deeply, entirely and wholly in love with someone.

I have gotten to know my boy inside and out and he, me, and our bond is unbreakable. I have also gotten to know myself as a mum and as a person better than I ever have before and I reckon I’m alright at being both.

So this is the week that Pads started nursery and I dipped my toe back into work. We both did okay, him better than me to be frank, and if anything, it has made me appreciate him and our time together even more than I did before. Pads and me forever. Can we rewind the clock back a bit now please?!!

1.Nursery

So Padstar had two settling in mornings at his new nursery at the start of the week. Just two 2 hour sessions to see how he took to being left with strangers and other babies and without me for a while. I had planned to be super organised and early that first morning and have us out of the door with half an hour to spare. It only takes 12 minutes to get to nursery at the moment, so this would allow a little comfort feed in the car park and for me to breeze into nursery calm and collected. You can guess how well that went.

We were almost ready on time actually then Pads did a possible protest poo so off we went for a change. Then he was sick down his top so I had to change him. He can’t turn up for his first day at nursery looking like pukey Paddington I thought. Now we were behind. Still plenty of time to get there though. Until I realised I couldn’t find my phone or my wallet anywhere.

Rather than calmly look, this turned me into cry face mac-crazy woman. I guess the emotions of the day and this massive milestone we were about to meet, were spilling out of me and the lost items were the trigger. I went nuts trying to find said things and basically upturned the house, shaking out sofa cushions, bedding, toys and clothes so that when I finished it looked like we had either been robbed or the Tasmanian devil had paid us a visit. Not cool. And I was sobbing throughout.

Turns out I wasn’t ok with Pads going to nursery after all. How was my boy so grown up already and how had our bubble started to burst so soon? I wasn’t ready for this! Now, I had only 12 minutes to get to nursery and I really hadn’t wanted to be late so I gave up my futile search and off we went to the car. Where my wallet sat laughing at me on the seat. Good one Elms. (I found the phone later that day in his ball pit – obviously!)

We got to nursery about a minute late which was okay, and I smoothed down my hair and got myself together and in we went. Everyone was very smiley and lovely and the other babies were already there playing or/and crying. I gave Paddington a big hug and a kiss and handed him over to the nursery leader not really knowing what to do next.

He smiled and kicked his legs, excited to get down and play with the others. He just loves other babies/people/experiences. He got stuck in to playing with a toy and babbling at his nearest baby pal and I walked away feeling fine…no wait, not fine, shit, the tears started right there and then as I was being escorted out of the nursery by a lovely nursery assistant. Embarrassed and unable to bear admitting my early easy tears, I shoved my sunglasses over my weeping peepers pronto and I think I just about got away with it.

In the car park on my own, the floodgates opened and I sobbed away to my hearts content. It surprised me how quick and full on my feelings were, I mean Pads was happy, the nursery is lovely and I knew he would be fine so what was wrong with me?!

I have learnt from other mums who have been through this first day at nursery heartbreak, this is perfectly normal. Suddenly I am not the only one who will be taking care of my little pudding anymore and he will be having fun and learning from others, which is absolutely as it should be, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t a little bit sad to see this mummy/son bubble chapter end and reach this huge milestone.

After 10 minutes of allowing my emotions to erupt from my eyes, I had a word with myself in the rear view mirror and pulled myself relatively back together, apart from some puffy eyes which were there to stay for a while.

I went to my favourite cafe, The Hummingbird, to wait out the time and the lovely owner Alison took one look at me as I walked in empty handed and bleary eyed and she just knew, being a mum herself. I told her shakily that it was Pads first nursery day and she was incredibly kind and lovely, telling me it gets easier from here on in and whipping me up a flat white and a big slap of Victoria sponge on the house to keep me occupied as I counted down the remaining 1 hour and 45 minutes until I would be reunited with my boy.

The time seemed to go so slowly and I felt really weird sitting in a cafe on my own, able to eat with 2 hands and drink my coffee while it was still hot. I had planned to do some work (ha!) whilst waiting it out but my head wasn’t able to focus on anything other than how much I love my Paddington and how cute he is (I mean he really is right?!), so I did what many parents before me have done, I sat and looked through photos of him and enjoyed going back over my favourite memories of him as a baby. I know, I know, get a grip!

After an hour had passed and I didn’t feel teary or sad anymore, I realised I had been given this gift of some free time to myself and I wasn’t using it so I started to read a book. Without interruptions or having to read it with one eye on a roving Padstar. It was great and before I knew it, it was time to collect my son.

I felt really excited as I was let through the security gate at the nursery and saw my boy happily playing in the courtyard outside with the other babies. I felt elated and on top of the world when he saw me and beamed his gorgeous smile and reached his arms out to me for a hug. Yes! He still loves me! Yes! We did it! And yes! We are back together for the day!

The nursery team said he was a little legend and settled in immediately, playing and interacting with the other babies. He does love another baby/kid/adult and has always been very sociable and happy around others, it’s all those baby classes, mummy and baby meet ups and early days out I think! They paid off. They weren’t just good for me, they were opening Pads up to accept new experiences, build his confidence with others and start his social skills off young.

The next day we had another session just to make sure he was still happy and he took it all in his stride again – and so did I this time! No tears from either of us and I enjoyed my 2 hour break with a bacon sarnie and a good book session at the cafe. When I picked him up this time, he was crying and having a cuddle with a nursery assistant, and my heart sank at first but it turned out it was just because he was overtired rather than unhappy or distressed, and again when he saw me he reached out his arms and we snuggled and he settled right down.

They said he was brilliant again, happy and smiley and very sociable and they wished all the babies were like him. Well done Pads!

Both times, he fell into a deep sleep within 10 minutes of me picking him up from nursery so the stimulation and experience is clearly a big deal for him and very exhausting. I am so proud of my little bear for handling everything so well and getting stuck in to this new nursery life.

2.Social butterfly

My son is really turning out to be a people person. His face lights up when he sees another baby or kid and he instantly wants to make friends and play.

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On his first day at nursery as soon as he went to play with the other babies, he started chattering away to the babe next to him. Super cute and very friendly.

At our sing and sign class, he buddy’d up with a super fast crawling baby and the two of them took turns in gleefully chasing each other around the large carpeted room.

Visiting his mate Wilson, he instantly got excited to see him and was making casual baby conversation as they played, ate and smiled together (they even held hands at one point across their high chairs – massive cuteness overload!).

At a cafe he spotted another older baby across the room from him and immediately started shouting out as if to say a baby ‘hey there!’ and grinned widely. The other baby looked at us but didn’t smile or chat back so my Pads kept shouting out and trying to engage in some babble chat bless him. Despite being ignored by the baby, his parents noticed and gave Pads a smile and a wave which he loved. It’s a good lesson to learn my son that some people/babies just aren’t very friendly and will ignore you despite your best efforts. That’s life unfortunately.

I am chuffed that my boy is in the approachable, friendly and fun loving category though, may you always stay this way lovely.

3.Back to work with a burst of the bubble

2 days later and I had a 2 hour meeting at my new work to meet the team and find out about my new role. This was my settling in session I guess to play nicely with the other adults and see how I got on!

I missed my little man terribly, though he was happily with his grandma, and we weren’t apart for long. It felt so strange to be back in a work capacity and quite unnerving to be starting something brand new in unfamiliar surroundings and with new people. It really brought home that the bubble of the past 10 months has burst and I want to go back inside it please. I have gotten so used to being in ‘mum’ mode and having that as my defined role that it didn’t feel quite as easy as I thought it would’ve been to switch back into work mode. I guess it will take some time to get used to the fact that I now have to do both roles.

I am not quite ready if I am being honest. Not ready to put my work hat on, especially as this time it is a hat I have never worn before and I don’t really know how I am going to fit in and what I am doing. It’s scary and big and I felt surprisingly out of my comfort zone which I wasn’t expecting as I usually just take things on the chin. I guess it’s been an emotional week and it’s OK to not cope as well as you thought you would and I will bring my A-game to my first week as I always do.

I was so pleased it was only a couple of hours though and I could get back to my boy quickly. First days are always rubbish as I hate being the newbie and I hate not knowing basic things. I know I am more than capable of rising to this new challenge and I have lots more to offer than meets the eye at the moment, but there was something in me that was slightly mourning my old career and the experience and contacts I had within that field and how I was at a senior level just a few months ago and now I am starting over at the bottom of the ladder (It sort of feels like I am basically the person that puts their foot on the ladder to steady it for someone else at the moment). It’s a lot to process and deal with, especially wrapped around the emotions of maternity leave ending, my boy starting nursery and us spending proper time apart for the first time (and all of this whilst still not having our own house and space to be a family in – that bit is really starting to get to me now).

I have very mixed emotions about my return to work it transpires. Of course I want to prove myself and know that I will be an asset to my new employers and want to progress in a new career, but I also feel sad that I am not doing what I did before (and was very proud of doing) as that was comfortable, it was what I worked so hard for for over a decade and I knew what was expected of me and what I had to do each day. It sort of feels that my reputation and years of experience basically count for nothing now. It’s a bitter pill to swallow.

Anyway, not one to stay down or dwell on negative thoughts for long, I am glad the first sort of day is out of the way and I will have to man up, like my Pads, and just get on with it.

4.Learning to juggle

As well as dipping my toe back into the workplace, I also completed some freelance work for a friend this week and that was a real eye opener. I did it at home, around Pads naps and play times, and I underestimated the challenge of juggling looking after my baby and getting actual work done. It is pretty tricky to focus on a task when you are keeping one eye on your charge or one ear open to a baby monitor isn’t it?, and it always seemed to be the way that just as I was getting into something that required absolute concentration or needed a good stretch of my undivided attention, Pads would wake up, need a change, start crying, be crawling towards something potentially dangerous etc etc…

Jon did take Pads for a couple of hours one morning so I could get a lot done but unfortunately that’s when my computer decided to play up and I faced a whole host of technical roadblocks instead, bloody typical!

(Things were made a little more challenging this week also because Pads came down with a runny nose on his first day of nursery that turned into a proper cold by the end of that day (again? We only just got over our last colds!) and then of course I picked up his cold the next day and it was a snotty one! I really miss those care free sick days of yore when I could just take to my bed if I felt crappy and blow my nose to my hearts content whilst sleeping and watching Netflix to make me feel better. Now I have to intersperse blowing my nose with washing or/and hand sanitising my hands to try not to spread more of my germs onto my son and carry on with parenting duties as normal (i.e up at 5.30am, no chance of a cheeky afternoon nap, chasing around after a crawling monkey etc etc – sound familiar mums and dads?!) However despite Pads and I having stinking snot filled colds, we got a lot done this week and it didn’t get in the way of our plans much (despite having to cancel a play date with my buddy and her younger baby as we didn’t want to pass on our lurgy).

Time management, multi tasking and organisation are key skills I have always been proud to have, but now they are really being tested! I got the work done on time, which I am very proud of as it wasn’t looking that way there for a bit!, and enjoyed the creativity and the sense of achievement it brought me.

I learnt a huge amount about how to best approach a task like this in the future, more evening work and less attempts during playtime for one! I can feel proud and happy that I pulled it off. I can be a working mum and I can produce good work as well as being a good mum. That was the confidence build I needed, bring on the next project!

5.Scabby boobs and biting

So we have had some fun with Pads 6 teeth this week. And by fun I mean pain. He has started regularly nibbling at my nipple during some feeds, so I have to keep saying ‘no’ and removing him so he learns that that is not cool. It is taking some time to get that message across and he usually reacts by having a little cry as he doesn’t like the word ‘no’.

The nibbling then turned into actually full on biting and an almost clamp down or deep resting of the teeth on my nipple the other night which was so painful it actually made my toes curl and sent a shiver down my spine. And it tore skin and drew blood. Not cool at all!

Since then I have had really sore nips, scabs have formed where his teeth dug in and I have a slight swelling around one nip. Our breastfeeding journey has been relatively pain free so far luckily, so I was not prepared for this. The lanolin gel has had to come back out to provide some light relief and I have been rubbing my own milk into the wounds which has definitely made a difference and sped up healing I reckon.

Feeds have been pretty painful since, the sort of grit your teeth and breathe in deeply to get through it sort of stuff which is a shame as I haven’t endured this kind of pain since the early days of breastfeeding, and miss our gentle, relaxing feeds.

It is getting better and I am not dreading the feeds as much now the gel and breast milk are doing their thing. Teeth are a bloody pain all round though aren’t they? If they don’t lose you and your baby sleep and cause them pain then they impact on you. I will be glad when they are all through and when he has got used to them and understands that they can hurt!

6.Phone no-no

Pads has always been fascinated by my iphone and I have a sturdy cover on it so I have been letting him play with it from time to time, thinking nothing if it. Well, I learnt my lesson not to do that anymore, because his over zealous dribble and a lovely bit of sick managed to get all over and into my phone, which caused a small black spot to appear on my screen that then grew within a couple of hours like a blackened tumour and took over the whole right side of the phone, at which point it refused to work anymore and it was game over for mr iPhone.

Don’t let your babies play with your nice phone would be my advice, as I was left phone-less then for a couple of days and to cut a long story short, now have a brand new phone as the other one was past saving (luckily I was due an upgrade so it was all free!), so if anyone has tried to call or message me recently I am sorry if I haven’t replied but I probably didn’t get your messages due to phone spit gate!

I have since bought Padstar his own toy phone which looks and feels like a smart phone and has a touch screen that makes fun sounds when you press it so am hoping this distracts him from wanting to play with mine, as that will be a firm ‘no’ from now on.

7.Seeing eye to eye

A while back Pads had a slight turn eye so our GP referred us to the ophthalmologist and our appointment came up on the morning of my work introduction of course! It was a lot to pack in to an early morning and may have contributed to my sensitive and emotional state that day. I wasn’t worried that Pads had a major eye problem as the turn eye seems to have corrected itself over the past months and he seems to see absolutely fine. But it is always a big thing to be taking your baby to hospital for any reason and especially on the morning before you are due to start work too. I should have rescheduled one of those events in hindsight! It was all a bit too much side by side.

Anyway, the ophthalmologist was really lovely and took Pads through a series of simple tests by holding up toys in front of each eye separately and together, shining lights at his eyes, holding up picture cards and placing lenses in front of his eyes. She concluded that he didn’t have a turn eye (hooray!) and overall his sight looked good and as it should be, but there was a slight possible up drift on one eye which she wants to keep an eye on so to speak, so he is booked in for a glasses test (how on earth you do this with a baby I am very intrigued to see!)

Pads was a star, not making any fuss and letting the lady get on with her examination. I was relieved that there was nothing serious wrong with his eyes and once again proud of how my boy dealt with a completely new situation and experience. I can learn from him as much as he can learn from me.

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Oh and did I mention that my boy turned 10 months this week?!! Where on earth did that time go? Seriously. Everyone always said the first year would fly by and they aren’t babies for long bla bla bla…but it’s so true. Now if we can slow things down a bit that would be grand, I want to cherish this last week of mat leave and make the most of every day with my greatest adventure, my proudest achievement, my little bear, Paddington.

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Week 43 – tiny temper

Week 43 – 16/05/16

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1.Tanty time

My darling sweet little boy has started to realise the power and effectiveness of a mini tantrum when he wants something or most often, when he doesn’t want something. He has taken to basically crying out, like a baby, if there is something he wants that is out of reach, or if I take something away from him that he was having fun with (I don’t do this to be mean by the way, I only do this if he has picked up something unsafe or unclean!). At night when he is tired, and just before bed are the worst. Our relaxing bedtime routine goes a lot like this most nights: He doesn’t want his nappy taken off. He screams. Then he forgets that his world felt like it was ending for the duration of the bath, splashing about and playing with his boats and scuba Steve the swimming penguin. Then he doesn’t want his new nappy put on after his bath. Then he doesn’t want his sleepysuit put on, especially not the sleeves, oh man not the sleeves! Then getting him into the sleeping bag is another battle of wits and physical strength as he is getting increasingly hench with all of this yummy food he has been eating! It’s exhausting and noisy and to anyone who didn’t know what I was actually doing, it would sound like I was the cruelest mother ever.

Nappy changes are the worst as not only can he twist his torso right around with the strength of a baby ox, leaving me literally faced with a poopy bum and requiring lightening reactions to get it wiped before he crawls away and wipes it on the carpet, me, his clothes, anything else. His wails and screeches are deafening and quite embarrassing when we have to do this in public (which thankfully is rare thesedays!).

He has got a proper little tantrum scream on him and he is not afraid to use it as a very clear and efficient way of communicating his displeasure. Understood Paddington. Message received loud and clear. They grow out of this though right?

2.Boob monster

So with my imminent return to work looming, we are supposed to be cutting down on boob feeds as I can’t express the same amount he has been having from the source and he doesn’t really need 3-4 feeds a day nutritionally, but obviously he gets much more from the feeds than just milk. It’s about comfort and bonding and mummy and Pads time too.

I was hoping to be getting him down to 1-2 feeds a day but we are mostly still at 3-4, which is a huge cut down from what he has been on, and I am not denying him boob at all. I am trying to take the don’t offer but don’t refuse approach, however sometimes I do throw this notion to the wind and if he is a bit upset or needs settling for a nap, I will feed him, and that’s ok, that’s what I am here for.

At night, he is still waking around 4-5 times, and usually it’s only the first waking where he will settle with just a song or a cuddle or a wind. The other times, he wants boob, and so he gets boob. Perhaps I ‘should’ be sleep training him etc… now and getting him out of this ‘habit’, but you know what? This works for us. The night feeds are usually pretty short and settle him back to sleep quickly so we can all get back to resting or sleeping, and I don’t mind them usually. So, until I need to get more sleep – perhaps when I am back at work? – this is our routine and we are happy with it.

After writing this however, the past 2 days he hasn’t been that interested in boob during the day and we are down to 2-3 feeds so perhaps he is getting ready to slowly wean off me? This makes me feel quite emotional and sad so I am trying not to think about it too much. After quite a journey, I have come to really love breastfeeding and I value those precious moments between me and my son so much more than he will ever know. It’s a time between just the two of us that no one else can be a part of and it feels utterly incredible to be able to provide the nutrition and comfort my boy needs and it is such a privilege. I don’t care that it has meant that he is so dependant on me and that I haven’t had more than a couple of nights off/out. I love that I have been able to be there for him and I will miss it incredibly when the time comes. I am hoping he wants me and my boobs for a while longer!

3.9 month check up

I find this quite funny that he has just had his 9 month check up. At almost 10 months! Luckily, all was just as it should be and it was a really thorough and interesting check up. He is finally bossing those pesky percentile charts, hitting the 50th percentile for his weight and height and the 91st for his head circumference – big brain the HV said (he must get that from me…!). She said he was a tall chap with long legs, yup, and was very impressed with his crawling/standing/climbing/cruising skills at this age.

She tested his pincer grip by dangling a toy in front of him which he dutifully reached out to grab, and then gave him two wooden blocks to tap together and bring to his mouth. However, Pads being his own man, he didn’t want to tap the two blocks together. He wanted to tap them on the desk or on me. That’s my boy.

She then checked his leg length to see if they were the same (they were) and his leg creases, which was quite bizarre, as apparently uneven leg creases can mean a possible hip issue. Who knew? Luckily, his leg creases were all even. Good boy!

She then turned to me and asked me how breastfeeding was going and how long I had managed to continue for, when I said we were still going she looked shocked at first then smiled and said I deserved a gold star as that was a very rare thing to hear around these parts unfortunately and most mums don’t make it past the first few weeks. That was sad to hear and I really hope we can change that with more awareness and support for mums.

The best bit about the check up was we left with a goodie bag of free books and a library membership application form. We love a book and I don’t know why I hadn’t thought about taking Padstar to the library sooner, he will love it so that’s next on our go to list.

4.Cottage call out

So, this week I put a Thundercats style call out to followers of our lengthy #welshcottageproject to come and help us in our final push to getting the major works complete so we can actually move in soon and be a normal family again. Well, you lot are fab and when we called, you answered. A massive big sloppy kiss and a hundred thank you’s go out to this weekend’s helpers, my Aunty Gwyn, Mike, Polly and Cathy. You scraped, sanded, cleaned, painted, chopped and made us feel like we weren’t just drowning in endless jobs on our own for a bit.

Massive thanks to everyone else who has offered help and support too and to my mum for looking after Pads for a few shifts over the past week so I could go to the cottage and just paint like a demon. This week’s progress has been huge so we may actually be able to move in soon. Now, that is too exciting to bear. Watch this space.

5. Kisses and head resting love

My boy is becoming increasingly affectionate bless him and his latest way of showing this is resting his head on mine when I come in close for a kiss or a cuddle or a play. It is an incredible feeling and melts my heart every time. He has also started offering up more kisses freely, and when I say kisses they are rather more like a wide mouthed latch with a lick or a bit of a tooth nibble thrown in, but I know he means them as kisses and I love receiving them.

He has always been a little cuddle monkey and these new ways of expressing his love are just awesome.

Another new activity he started doing yesterday morning had me and Jon in absolute fits of laughter and is something he has clearly picked up from us and we are forever blowing raspberries on his tum or legs. He crawled over to me in bed and my tummy was out and proud. He usually likes to explore my belly button and mum tum, but this time, he went straight to blowing raspberries on my tummy and they were good ones! Really loud and long and he thought our reactions of hysterical laughter and clapping were just the best thing ever, so he kept making raspberries over and over to rapturous applause and laughter from us.

When he finally came up for air I think he was a bit dizzy love him, as he sort of wobbled and fell back onto the duvet with a big smile on his face. This kid is a hoot, he really is. I love his spirit and cheekiness!

6. Moo milk

So this week I had a big double scoop ice cream and a milkshake all made with cow’s milk (it was a hot day and I just really really wanted them!). I have been avoiding cow’s milk for months now after Pads little intolerance to it and probably should have re-introudced it slowly to my diet as I wasn’t very well after this gorging day, but Pads was fine, which is ace.

He wasn’t sick or didn’t seem to have any tummy troubles at all. I am hoping this means that he might be ok with cow’s milk again so am going to slowly introduce it back into his diet with a little in his porridge at first and I am going to allow myself the odd coffee with moo milk and some more of that delicious ice cream and see how it goes. It would be great if he could be able to drink cow’s milk when he turns one so here’s keeping our fingers crossed!

7.Portable high chair 

We bought a really nifty fabric high chair convertor that you basically tie your baby to any chair with, and it’s been fab so far. We have used it on a variety of different chairs and while it can be a bit tricky to tie up on my own with a wriggly son to contend with, once in, Pads is pretty secure. The longer he sits in it the more he wriggles himself looser and slips down a bit but it does the job for the duration of a lunchtime feed and is way easier than having him sat on my lap when we are out and about without a high chair to use. A great idea, and it packs down to a really small pouch so is easy to carry around too.

8.Benefit Street

I didn’t think I was eligible for Child Benefit until after I found myself out of work and thought let’s got for it and it turns out I have been eligible to receive credit since January, so they are back paying me. I urge anyone who hasn’t got around to applying for it yet who has had a baby recently, do it!

I don’t know why I didn’t think I was eligible, I guess because I thought I had my old job to go back to, but in my new situation, I qualify and that’s what these benefits are there for. To help out people like you and me when we need it and when our lives change. That’s what I paid, and continue to pay, my taxes for so thank you Britain for having these welfare practices in place. It makes a huge difference when you aren’t earning any money to get a little to afford to pay for petrol and groceries! I am looking forward to earning my own money again though as there’s nothing like feeling independent and in control of your own finances.

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This week is a massive week for me and Paddington so I am feeling a bit fragile and emotional at the moment. He starts nursery and I have an introduction back to work morning booked in, so it feels like our gorgeous maternity bubble is about to burst and I don’t know if I am ready – I don’t think you can ever be ready right?! I have loved maternity leave – not every hour or every minute or anything like that – at times it has been so hard and so lonely and full of self doubt, tiredness and tears of course. But largely, it has been filled with wonder, learning, exploration, adventure, and I adore spending everyday with my boy watching and helping him grow into the beautiful, spirited, happy and fun little boy he is turning out to be. I am sad that our current routine is coming to an end, and I am sad that he will know be going out into the world and getting those moments of love and learning form other people as well as me – silly I know. I know it has to and will be good for both of us, but it feels like the baby chapters are over and we are entering a whole new world of juggling parenthood with work and other aspects of real life. Wish us luck!

Week 42 -sunny days and Velcro ways

Week 42 – 11/05/16

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1.Velcro baby.

This week has seen another tooth poke through so we have a full 4 now and I can see 2 more top teeth edging their way to freedom. This may explain why I have had somewhat of a Velcro baby for the past few days perhaps.

It could of course also be separation anxiety as I know Paddington is now fully realising that him and me are not the same person and that I can walk away from him, and I think this may be troubling him a bit too. Often when I try and put Padstar down for a play or leave him in his chair for a second, he starts crying with actual real tears as if his world is about to end. Also when I walk away to get something he will sometimes crawl behind me with his face a contortion of anguish, and tears dropping from his distressed little eyes until I inevitably turn around and pick him up.

It is heart breaking, yet also a little  frustrating at times, as getting stuff done is virtually impossible and all he wants is cuddles and attention, which of course I want to give him but sometimes I just need the loo or to put some laundry away without having to carry him with me. This isn’t his usual style, he has definitely been more Velcro this week, (I don’t like the term clingy as that implies that it’s a bad thing when actually I love that he needs me and wants me this much at the moment and I want to help him through this. It won’t always be this way so it does feel pretty special, though it makes day to day tasks a bit more of a challenge!).

He is also sleeping pretty badly again this week (what’s new there I hear you cry!), with a few nights where he has been waking every hour, which is awesome (not). He cries out into the darkness as if really needing to know that I am still there and then just won’t settle unless he has some boob. Jon has tried to help me out and settle him once or twice but he just keeps on crying and getting more upset until I eventually take over and cuddle him. He seems to just want his mum at the moment, which is hard for Jon and pretty demanding for me, but also makes me feel like I am doing a good job at making my boy feel safe and loved and providing comfort which is an amazing feeling.

This is just how it is for now clearly. I am hoping this ‘phase’ will pass and that it is just teething or a short separation anxiety phase, as I could really do with some better night’s sleep again soon!

2.Proper raspberry blowing fun.

Our little Paddington is delighting in making raspberry sounds again and they are much more sophisticated than the first baby ones he did a while back. He really goes for the lip vibrations and then a bit of tongue poking out to create variations in sound. It cracks me up each time which of course encourages him to be even more playful with it and do it over and again.

Speaking of the fun of making blowing noises, he has also started taking his empty doidy cup and putting it over his mouth as a sort of sound piece and then either blowing into it to make a loud noise or shouting into it. He finds this super entertaining and his little face is a picture of joy and mischief throughout – as well as always a bit red from where he has been pressing the cup into his mouth and nose! Again, this is pretty funny to see and hear, and he loves to make people laugh already, so it becomes a bit of a comedy routine with little Padstar as the enthusiastic comedian.

When I drink from a plastic water bottle, he thinks it’s the most fun toy he has ever seen and immediately starts reaching out to grab it, and if I let him have a go, after a few little sips of water, which always seem to amaze him that they come from the bottle, he will then take the bottle in both of his hands and blow/shout into it, pausing to look at my reaction every few seconds. He likes to do this in cafes and restaurants where we always get a lot of other tables laughing at his japes. This kid is already an entertainer and a right laugh to be around. He is such a dude.

3.Brand new kicks.

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Paddington’s grandma treated him to some super duper cool navy blue high tops as his first pair of shoes. They are quite possibly the cutest things I have ever seen and best of all, they stay on as they are high top trainers with Velcro fastenings. Win!

He seems to quite enjoy wearing them too and is getting used to the experience of swinging his heavier feet and kicking them against things. He can also stand in them too which is what she bought them for, to stop him slipping about on the wooden floors and for outside.

We still mainly do bare feet though as I know it’s important for him to feel the floor while he is finding his feet so to speak, but his new kicks will come in handy when he wants to try walking and standing more outside, and they just look adorable on him.

4.Working girl.

After a wobbly couple of weeks of finding myself jobless, facing the prospect of a career change and having to find work as a new(ish) mum in a new(ish) area, and dealing with the emotions that brought with it. Then having to sign on, which was at once humbling and depressing, the tide has thankfully changed, thanks in part to my tenacity and pro-activity, and also in part to this very blog and the power of social media. And some very awesome, supportive mum friends.

I have spent a lot of evenings and Paddington nap times scanning the Internet for jobs and thinking about what new areas of work my skills could be suitable for, as well as re-doing my cv and tailoring different versions of it to send to different companies speculatively, both within my old field of TV production and also to some local companies that I looked into and decided would be cool to work for. My shortlist was very short, as I reasoned that I had been given this opportunity to be cut loose from my old work and life so it was up to me to use that to find a job that I wanted to do, for a company that I admired and wanted to work for, and that suited my new family life and gave me the work/life balance that I now need.

The TV search wasn’t looking fruitful, as part time work doesn’t really exist, (though a brilliant new venture has been set up called Share my Telly job, designed to find the exact kind of work that I was looking for: flexible and part time, by pairing up people with compatible cvs to job share roles within the industry. It’s a great concept and I really hope employers see the sense in going for it, but it has literally just launched so is in its infancy at the moment with very few jobs or employers coming forward to support it yet. I do wonder if TV is too set in its exploitative, inflexible old ways though to really take an initiative like this on board? I hope it proves me wrong), and TV work is all based in the two nearest cities, Cardiff and Bristol, which are a fair old commute, which isn’t ideal with Paddington to consider now. Also, as Jon works in Bristol, if I ended up commuting there every day too, then why did we move to Wales and would it not be easier to just live in Bristol?! That just didn’t make sense to us. I had to find work locally, or remotely, to be near to Pads nursery and later on, school, and for all our hard work and time spent apart as a family, renovating our old cottage to be worth it.

In the midst of my job search, 2 old school pals reached out to me, after reading my work wobbles blog, and offered me some brilliant suggestions and opportunities, and oddly they were both within the same new field that I have been looking into as a possible new career path. That must be the universe telling me to go in that direction right?!

Marketing and social media management seem to utilise a lot of my existing skills and  I think I could be good at them. It’s creative work and requires keen organisation skills, is project based and can be done freelance, remotely or for a company within a normal office setting. It has options for flexible working basically and crucially, can be done part time. Part time is very important to me now as I want to spend time with Pads as well as being able to work and the usual 5:2 work:life ratio just won’t cut it anymore.

I had been heavily considering retraining on a digital mums course to give me a better chance of finding work within marketing/social media management when 2 golden opportunities came up thanks to my network of amazing mum pals who saw my potential before I did (thanks Marie and Ella for thinking of me and believing in me!).

I was offered an interview, after sending my cv into an inspirational and aspirational family run local company, for an exciting role overseeing the company’s website, online profile and social media presence. Now, I haven’t had an interview for about 4 years and TV interviews are very informal and not exactly your standard interview set ups, at least in my experience anyway. I was excited but also a little daunted as to how I would come across and react in an interview setting after so long. I felt quite rusty and just really hoped they liked me.

My mum took Padstar for the morning as I made myself look neat and presentable, with actual make up on my face and everything, and then we all drove to my interview together. I gave Pads a little kiss and cuddle as I left him with grandma to walk around the town, and off I went to determine my future. It felt strange to be on my own, without my little man, let alone going for a job interview!

The interview was luckily very relaxed, though there were 4 people interviewing me which was quite a big welcome back to the real world of work! It seemed to go quite well and I really liked them and felt pumped and exhilarated afterwards. I was buzzing when I walked back into town to be reunited with my gorgeous baby boy and have a debrief cuppa with my mum.

It was good to put myself out there and big up my work experience and skills after so long just being a mum, and by the word ‘just’, I do not mean that being a mum is not enough, if we were able to live off one salary alone I would absolutely consider being a stay at home mum (and dabble in passion projects to keep me busy, i.e write that novel I thought I’d have time to write on maternity leave and play with pretty flowers whenever I fancied etc…) and admire those that can make that work, as it isn’t the easy option at all. I mean that being a mum has been my single focus for the past 9 and a bit months and now I want to return to work alongside my mum duties, which as you all know by now, I bloody love and cherish, as something for me, to regain some independence and identity and because I actually really like to be busy and get my teeth stuck into something creative.

Well, later that day I got an email offering me the job! I fist pumped the air in excitement and felt chuffed that an employer had believed in me, seen my skills as transferable and taken a punt on me. I am now a Marketing Assistant for a really stylish homegrown brand, Mandarin Stone, who are market leaders in the world of stone, porcelain and ceramic floors and tiles, and the role is part time and locally based. Exactly what I was looking for. And alongside this new job, I got offered the chance to do some short monthly freelance marketing work which taps into my edit producing skills, for another mum friend who has just set up her own company that recognises the untapped potential of the huge pool of talented mums out there who are struggling to get back into the workplace as they now need part time and flexible roles, that most employers aren’t willing to consider unfortunately. There seems to be a spate of redundancies at the moment amongst my mum peers, with companies getting rid of most of the mums in their workforce because they tend to be the ones doing the part time work which seems dispensable to certain, well actually sadly, to most companies – what is the deal with that?! You would think such an antiquated viewpoint wouldn’t be prevalent in these supposedly modern times wouldn’t you? Mums make great workers people, and I bet we can be just as efficient working part time as some employees are working full time. Don’t rule us out!

And through the suggestion of this lovely mum pal, Marie you are a total legend! and an inspiration for a new working mum, I am also going to do a brilliant free online course in inbound marketing, squeezed in around the new job and Paddington’s needs!, so I will have an actual industry accreditation to my name soon too. Busy times ahead!

I am really looking forward to training up in my new role and evolving my skills, and happy to be changing my career to something that really suits my needs and opens up a lot of options and exciting prospects. It feels like I am future proofing my skills in a way, as everyone has and needs a website and social media accounts these days, so if I can become an expert in using those tools to promote business and present and define a brand, then hopefully, I will have a long and varied new career ahead of me, that I can fit in around being Paddington’s parent, which is of course, my top job and number one priority.

I start the new job in a few weeks so I have time to adjust to the now very real prospect of returning to work, and can also sort out Pads nursery settling in days and make the most of our precious remaining maternity leave together. Everything is about to change. Again.

5.Our last Water Babies session

We have loved our Water Babies swimming adventure. We are two chapters in now and have both gained so much from the classes. They have been really fun sessions as well as being important to teach Pads about being in the water safely and get him, and me, confident in and around the pool. He has come on so far since his first few sessions and really loves being in the water.

This week the lovely teacher brought along a big round floating mat and instructed me to seat Pads near the edge of it and then call him to me. He was supposed to jump into my arms and then they would move on to the next baby.

Well Pads really enjoyed sitting on the large floating mat, like a frog on a lily pad, so when I called him, he laughed and smiled at me and continued to happily sit. For quite a while. I was the mum pleadingly calling out his name over and over and clapping and gesturing for him to come to me and he thought this was a great game! Eventually, he did launch himself quite forcefully off the mat and landed face first on the water, which wasn’t exactly the plan, but he wasn’t phased which goes to show how happy he is in water nowadays.

We are going to continue to swim weekly on our own as its great for both of us, but we had to end our Water Babies story here partly due to finances, and partly due to me going back to work so not being able to do Tuesday’s anymore.

It’s the end of a swimming era, but we have the skills and confidence to continue alone for now and once we are in the swing of things a bit more after my return to work, I will try and find a class closer to our cottage, and cheaper, that we can go to and build upon our skills.

6.From one mum to another...

I was overwhelmed with mum to mum thoughtfulness and kindness this week. There is nothing like a fellow mum friend to understand how hard it can be sometimes to be bringing up baby, especially when you have both been ill with different, or possibly the same?!, bugs one after the other. That coupled with the whole not having a job for a while there wobbles and panicking about what to do next and how to sell myself after so long out of the jobs market, and us still not being in our own cottage yet, and not being able to spend any quality time as our little family as Jon is either at work or working on the cottage, has made for a tough couple of weeks and though we’ve popped out the other side now and I am back to my positive, take it all on the chin self, it still sucks a bit.

I have had some lovely messages of support which have put a smile on my face when all I wanted to do was frown or cry, and some really lovely phone chats about motherhood and beyond, including some great advice and shared experience about returning to work with my amazingly wise and inspiring friend, and mother of 2 beautiful kids, Claire – I really needed and value those chats, they made me feel a lot more positive about how things have changed for me as a person and that I still have plenty to offer in the work place, if not more than before. As well as some great leads and suggestions towards finding a job as mentioned above, all by you lovely lot, so thank you. I really appreciate it and love our little mum network. We got each other’s backs and that’s a great feeling.

A big shout out must go to my lovely buddy Jayne as well, who has a gorgeous new baby girl herself and still found the time to send me 3 brilliant books to cheer me up. When the package arrived I thought I had been sleep, or rather sleep deprived, ordering at first, until I saw the lovely gift message and I was blown away with loveliness and a warm, fuzzy feeling, so thank you Jayne. I really appreciate the books, and am very touched that you thought of me. I am especially chuffed that one of the books is by my favourite mum blogger, The Unmumsy Mum. I have had that book on my wish list since it came out and have been devouring chapters around Pads naps and loving it. It’s a fun and resonating read that shows that we are all just in the same boat as parents, muddling along the murky river of sleepless nights and self doubt, and it’s OK to admit that things can get a bit shit sometimes, and there’s always another mum going the same way up shit creek to lend you a supportive hand or a virtual cuddle.

7.Fun in the Sun

We had some gorgeous sunny days last week didn’t we? What a difference they make when you have a baby, as suddenly your options just open up and you aren’t confined to indoor spaces. Pads loves grass now and loves to race around a garden or a park or a field on his hands and knees. He also tries to eat the dandelions and put stones in his mouth but that’s all part of the fun right?!

We spent a couple of lovely days making the most of the sunny weather and had our lunches in the garden and an early evening play on the lawn. Pads found the hose pipe for watering the flowers a truly magical thing so was very helpful in picking that up and twisting it so the water stopped flowing!

On Sunday, Pads and I went along to the Malvern Spring Show with my mum as a fun family day out, and because we all love flowers and pretty gardens. It was a brilliant day. The sun shone, boy did it shine. It was almost too hot at times and being a Brit, I was ill prepared so had no suncream for me or Pads. I am not even sure if you can use normal suncream on a baby, can you?! He had his sun hat on though and was quite happy chilling in his buggy with the shade over him.

When it got to above 20 degrees and the breeze stopped, it really was quite hot so I unbuttoned his dungarees and removed his socks and he just styled it with his legs out in the fresh air to keep him nice and cool. I was quite envious as I would have liked to do the same.

He was an absolute legend all day, happily being pushed around the garden exhibits and enjoying the bright colours and textures of all the beautiful plants and flowers. It was very busy too with lots of people buzzing about and he loves people watching so he was in his element, chattering away and making his favourite funny scrunched up face.

We had quite a few pit stops for food and boob and to give Pads a little pad about after being sat in the buggy for a while. We found a nice kid friendly grassed area and I let him crawl about on the grass and he went absolutely berserk with all the freedom and space.

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He loved it when I went down to his level to crawl with him and chased him about the field, shrieking with delight and turning around to make sure I was still chasing him and tease me with pauses before stomping off again with speed. He is a really fast crawler too, so it was quite a workout chasing after my little guy and a lot of fun for me too.

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He also saw and felt a tree up close for the first time which was a huge source of wonder for him. He crawled up to it to investigate and realised he could stand up against it. Then he looked up and saw that the trunk went on and on up into the sky. This was huge. That kept him amused for quite some time. I reckon he will be a future tree climber, like his dad.

We all came home tired out after walking miles around the huge site,  a little tanned on our faces and very happy. I have to admit that at the end of the day when the stalls and gardens started selling off their plants at bargain prices, we did go a bit mad and turned Pads buggy into a sort of mobile gardener’s world. Our bounty became too much to carry so I did end up carrying Paddington while mum pushed a buggy full of tulips, astilbe, salix and various other pots and plants! A great day out.

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Week 41 -Our Highland Fling: A Scottish Special

Week 41 -04/05/16

We have just returned from our first family holiday in Scotland as a trio. It was just what we needed but it wasn’t without its twists and turns of course – and that’s not just the incredible Scottish roads along our route. It was a 10 hour journey door to door which is no mean feat at the best of times, but even more daunting with a 9 month old in tow, and most of that is really boring and busy motorway driving – my favourite (not). But the journey is so worth it in the end, as you arrive at your little Scottish hideaway in the hills.

My dad has a timeshare lodge on a gorgeous hotel complex in a wee jewel of a town in the Cairngorms, called Ballater, and he very kindly offered us the use of it to just get away for a week on our own (thanks dad! Much appreciated.) I have been coming here for little mini breaks, with and without my dad, for around a decade or so on and off now and it’s a magical, beautiful, majestic and relaxing place with some of the most stunning scenery and wildlife you could ever wish to see. It’s a bit ‘Lord of the Rings’ in terms of its tall forests, meandering stone filled rivers and rugged heather clad hills and the air just feels so fresh and clean.  I love it here and was very excited to being sharing this visit with my son and my little family. But first, we had to get there…

1. A long old journey...

It started off brilliantly actually. We anxiously set off nice and early last Sunday for our 6.5 hour drive to my sister’s place a little way outside of Edinburgh. We decided to split the total journey of just under 10 hours up, by stopping off to visit my Scottish sis on the way, as our final destination was much further up into Scotland and we thought it would be a bit much to do the whole thing in one go with dear Paddington. This was his longest journey by far in the car so we were sort of testing the waters a bit.

We were expecting a very stop start sort of journey and had packed lots of snacks and supplies accordingly. Well, Pads was just a little star and slept for over 3 hours, only waking for lunch at about the same time we wanted to stop for food and a pee too. Result! A quick re-fuel for all and we were back in the car for the rest of the journey and Pads slept all the way again. Boom! He has been seriously spoiling us on these long road trips so far!

2.Sister (and cousin) Act

Arriving at my sister’s was fab. The sun was shining – yup, even in Scotland! – and Pads got to meet his Aunty Lorna and cousin Harris for the first time which was so cute. Harris just loved his baby cousin and was so gentle with him, rushing off to get some of his old toys for Paddington to play with and holding him ever so carefully for a hug and a photo. Pads adored Harris too – he really loves older kids! – and was happily chattering away to him and carefully watching his movements and storing the results for future reference! It was quite emotional to have us all together in one place and a first meeting that we will all treasure forever.

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So far so good right? Right…

3.The sickness…or should that be the shitness (sorry)

…That night I started to feel a bit dodgy and bloated while trying to go to sleep but thought nothing much of it as I had eaten a big meal and just put it down to that. However,  the next morning as I was getting Pads off for a little nap, I curled up next to him and just started shivering like a fool and couldn’t get warm no matter how many layers I put on and that bloated feeling now felt like big bad stomach cramps.  Very odd. (I did have about a minute  where my muscle memory did wonder if I was about to have another baby as this was how Paddington’s labour began…spoiler alert: no baby I’m afraid!)

Then just like that, within what seemed like minutes, I just felt awful all over and had a splitting headache to boot. Cold, shivering, chills up and down my spine and in my arms and legs, feverish and really really weak. We still had a 3 hour car journey to go from my sister’s to our final Scottish destination of Ballater in Royal Deeside, so Jon made the call that we should leave pronto so I could get to bed there and rest up before I got any worse. I don’t remember the car journey at all as I was in and out of really drowsy sleep and babbling incoherently in the few moments I was awake apparently, which is a shame as its the best bit in terms of views and windy country roads and we drove through 2 snow storms apparently, both of which I missed! Luckily Pads slept the whole way again too – total dude.

The next few days were basically a write off as my weird chills and shivers and tummy cramps turned into a really nasty and persistent gastro bug, one of the worst I have ever had and that is no exaggeration, so we ended up nestled (or trapped!) in our cosy lodge, watching the Discovery channel, as I went to and from the bathroom and slept it off in bed and on the sofa, as the snow and hail fell heavily around us. Jon happened to also do his back in, probably after the long drive, around the same time as I went down with my bug, so he could hardly move either and spent most of the time lying on the floor or when he was able to stretch it out again, taking Pads out for some fresh air and little walks around the beautiful wooded grounds of the hotel while I slept it off. We were a right old pair!

Luckily, Pads was having a great time just having us both to himself and in one place and our lodge was nice and spacious, carpeted and open plan so he was loving the freedom to just pad about the place with his uber confident little crawl and learning to stand on lots of new surfaces, from dining chairs to leather sofa ends and an excellent height coffee table. He was like a little prince in his own pad about palace.

4.Padding about

Over the course of the week his confidence in standing, and crawling, went through the roof. The speed of his crawls is impressive and he can cover a lot of ground for a baby, and he just really loves to crawl one way really fast, stop, have a little pause and a look around and then come back the way he came just as determinedly and excitedly. And all with a look of absolute joy and wonder on his gorgeous face.

He also ventured underneath the large dining table and chairs, but often he would find himself underneath a chair and try and stand and then get a bit stressed and frustrated that there was something on top of him, so he would cry out or just start crying and need help getting out from underneath. There was a great high chair that had a fabric net underneath it to catch the crumbs, and he loved to crawl under that and feel the soft cotton brush against his head. His exploring knew no bounds all week and he was just in his element with so much space to play with and new things to investigate.

He is now a casual one hand holding on sort of chap when standing too, and a few times he let go completely and stood for a second or two before wobbling and either sitting promptly down with a thud, or toppling over. He took a few knocks and bumps over the week, as anyone quite literally finding their feet would, and got a few shocks when he fell to the floor suddenly after letting go so lots of extra hugs and kisses were needed, and gladly given!

5. Parenting when feeling like poo.

My bug and Jon’s back were an unfortunate start to a week that we had all really been looking forward to and I had to do some of the toughest breastfeeding yet. When I was almost delirious with fever and a shivering wreck in bed, I still had to make sure my little man was well fed and nourished and I’m not quite sure how we managed, but we did, with Jon bringing Padstar into me whenever he was hungry for boob, and then coming back to get him when we were done. In that way it was lucky we were all on holiday together when I went down with whatever the heck it was that I had, as I wouldn’t have been able to cope with looking after and feeding Pads on my own feeling like that.

I was paranoid that Pads would pick up what I had so I kept sanitising my hands at every opportunity and keeping his hands washed regularly too and touch wood, so far he hasn’t shown any signs of getting it. I am hoping we have had our run of shitty (pardon the pun) bad health for a while now (we only just got over bad colds just before we went on our hols and before that Pads had a bad tummy and lots of bad nappies so maybe we have just been passing bugs back and forth or something?!). I am back to my old self again now thankfully and can most importantly eat properly again too!

We were due to come back the next day, after I had just started to feel better and Jon was able to move a bit more, but we realised we hadn’t yet had a holiday with being ill taking over, so we decided to stay on a couple of days longer than planned and enjoy the full week that we were able to stay at the lodge, and I am so glad we did. Otherwise our holiday would have been spent mostly inside and for me, mostly in bed or in the bathroom! Sucky.

6.Our princely little swimmer

We took Pads swimming in the lovely big kids pool on site where word has it, the two princes (William and Harry), once learnt to swim when holidaying themselves at the nearby Balmoral Castle, for the next 3 days in a row, when I was finally back to health, and he was absolutely in his element, kicking and splashing and doing brilliant under water swims. He loved having so much space to swim in, it was lovely and warm in the pool and he had both of his parents to play with which was a delight for him.

Each time he got really tired suddenly after about 20 minutes of excitement in the pool and then fell heavily asleep for over an hour on me in the cafe afterwards.

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It was lush to see his swimming coming on so well and to be able to spend such lovely family time together. This is what holidays are made of now, just being together, keeping things simple, enjoying the quiet and still moments, and making each other laugh and smile. This was all we wanted and am so glad we got to experience it in the end.

7.Sleep – the Scottish way.

Surprisingly, Pads actually slept really well the whole time we were in Scotland. Perhaps it was the fresh air, or the good food I had made for him and brought with us, or that he was just wearing himself out everyday by crawling further than he had ever crawled before and standing so well too. Or perhaps he knew I was ill and needed some decent sleep and was looking out for me?! Whatever the reason, we were all grateful of it.

He was sleeping in a strange cot too (as well as co-sleeping with us every morning in our lovely wide bed), though we had brought his travel cot with us incase he hadn’t taken to the hotel cot but we didn’t need to use it. I also brought along his own sheets and Wooly, his comforter, so he would feel at home and perhaps they did the trick because he was averaging 5- 5 and a half hours straight most nights and napping for a couple of hours straight on average in the daytime too. Boom! We all needed some good sleep and thanks to Pads, we got it. I can’t tell you how good that has made me feel. Sleep really does make all the difference.

Now, has it lasted since we have been back home the past 2 nights? Hmmmm…almost actually. Let’s not jinx anything, but almost…

8.Top teeth

While we were away, his first top tooth poked through his gums finally and he has now started grinding his top and bottom teeth together which goes right through me! The 2nd top tooth is almost pushing through as well, so we nearly have 4 gnashers. Uh-oh! It looks super adorable when he gives you a big 3 toothed smile and being such a happy smiley baby, this is a lovely regular sight.

He also seems to have gotten gigglier lately too. He loves a chuckle and has a great sense of humour. He really likes birds, and when he spots one flying above or in a tree, he often let’s out a little laugh, especially if he hears them chirping too or if I make the sign for a bird and then start making silly cheeping sounds. (Which I am always very happy to do – who doesn’t love making silly noises and getting instant gratification for doing so?!)

9. Nature and nurture 

Speaking of his love of nature, we took him on a lovely long Loch walk on our last day in Scotland, all cosily rugged up against the cold – it was a much needed blast of fresh air for all of us to restore us back to health and get out there in the natural wild beauty of this part of Scotland.

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We spotted deer, stags, birds, horses and dogs during the walk and Pads delighted in seeing all of them, cracking a glorious gorgeous wide grin throughout, kicking those long legs in excitement and shouting and chuckling when the deer started trotting ahead or he spotted a dog snuffling in the heather or jumping into the cold water.

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He was mesmerised by the water when we got up close to the edge, as the sun was on our side this day and was shimmering off the water and making it glisten like a mirror. He loved watching the geese glide across the surface and the gentle ripples they caused on the clear cold Loch. I hope our boy grows up with an appreciation of nature and a love of walks in beautiful surroundings, we have certainly exposed him to plenty of both in his life already!

10.The way back…

Our last few days in Scotland were brilliant, full of swimming and walks and family play time watching and encouraging Pads to pad about our lovely little lodge. We turned a potentially rubbish holiday around in a couple of days and felt rested and well finally, which is the whole point of a holiday surely?!

As we had now prolonged our stay we needed to do the journey home in one stint. That’s 10 hours straight. With a baby. What could possibly go wrong?!

Well, it turns out that we have been very lucky so far with our long car journeys and this one was not to be as seamless. It started well. We set off happyily with Pads looking out of the window and chatting away at the view and his new beloved car toy, Marley (a super cute husky puppy with massive eyes that I couldn’t resist on a recent shopping trip). We decided to stop about 45 minutes down the road to have a look at Braemar Castle and get a blast of crisp fresh air before getting properly on the road, and so that we could say we had done more than just be ill for 4 days and then swim and walk a bit! Once back in the trusty motor, Pads fell asleep, I started drifting off (don’t worry, Jon was driving!) and all seemed good.

Then I awoke to Jon pulling into a service station near Glasgow, so not very far into our journey, because he had started to lose the feeling in his foot which was linked to his back pain and sciatic nerve damage. Not good. This meant that he was unable to drive at all, and was in a lot of pain, so the rest of the 8 hour drive home was on me. Stopping the car had also woken young Padstar up and he would not go back to sleep. He started getting really grizzly and then really upset and then so worked up, probably due to boredom and wanting to be having fun with us as he had all week long rather than sitting facing the back of a car seat for hours, so I had to keep pulling off into various depressing service stations along the M6 to give him feeds and cuddles and let Jon stretch his back out and top myself up with coffee.

It felt like a very long journey home, made even longer as it was match day so we hit lots of football traffic around Manchester. I couldn’t wait to get out of the car, and felt like I had been driving for about a year when we finally rolled back into Wales.

Scotland was a great adventure and I am so pleased we got to spend so much time together as just us three and show Pads another part of the beautiful British Isles. Despite my bad bug and Jon’s back, we did have a good time and we have already made plans to go back and do all of the other things we didn’t get to do this time with our boy. Scotland, you were bonny and braw, thanks.