Monday, 31 March 2008
Isobel and I went for our regular stroll and Daddy came too.
We stopped for coffee and chatted. We actually had a non-baby conversation, like real people do.
Baby still asleep we strolled along the river, stopped to sit outside the White Swan and enjoy a sunny sunday tipple. Just like real people.
The afternoon started well with a little girl happily playing then dozing off in her beanbag.
PD went off to watch the football (his simple pleasure).
Then she got overtired again; she cried again; dinner was eaten one handed again; so we all went to bed at the same time, again.
Saturday, 29 March 2008
I have written several times about how much time I spend gazing at her, well, at last it seems to be mutual. Over the last 10 days Isobel seems more awake and more focused and I'm proud to say much of that focus seems to be on me! I think she really knows who her Mummy is.
(A good example of this is the bathtime picture posted on PD's blog yesterday: Isobel loves her bath and normally is fascinated by the blue and white tiles that surround it, last night while PD focused his camera on her, she, in turn, only had eyes for me.)
Four weeks ago with a lot of shouting and not a lot of pushing Isobel arrived; four weeks ago I still had a social life; four weeks ago I still sent flirty emails. Now, well now I write emails about poo and consider a social life actually spending an evening on the settee with PD.
Would I change it? No, not on your Nelly. Not even when she is screaming; not even when I think her heart is about to break with real tears and everything; not even when I just don't know how to comfort her.
It's not always easy but I'm sure it is always worth it.
Friday, 28 March 2008
I'm sick, she's snuffly* and, let's face it, it will a perfect day for Isobel as Mummy will be available all day for cuddles. (Obviously, this is not a great sacrifice for me - it makes up for not being able to take Night Nurse)
*I have placed a towel under her crib mattress to raise her head and the snuffly-creaky-door noises coming from her crib are slightly quieter.
Thursday, 27 March 2008
Unfortunately, as I'm poorly sick I was in bed by ten past.
(I started the day with the snuffles and a swollen neck but I went about my business with a pocket full of tissues. By the afternoon I felt like I'd been hit by a lorry: I ached all over and even my aches ached.)
Yes, I'm referring to Isobel's receding hairline. Poor thing has inherited that from PD and although she still has more hair than he does, she is definitely thinning on top.
All that lovely (surprisingly) dark hair she was born with...
... is going and waiting to be replaced with the fair (and heaven help us, ginger hair) we are expecting.
I can't bring myself to trim her hair, even if in some lights she does resemble Barry from Eastenders.
(Pictures courtesy of PD's Photoblog)
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Monday, 24 March 2008
We have successfully kept to our two hourly pattern and I have managed, equally successfully, to talk Isobel out of an overtired screaming rant.
So successful have we been we have even braved the snow to meet friends in the pub for lunch. In the company of a banging but adorable 16 month old, surrounded by other screaming children and political-ranting adults, Isobel chilled. Martin, Faye and Nicholas, and Gary and Javier joined us for our first family lunch outing.
She fed, she slept and she pooed. We ate and PD drunk. All must have been good as Isobel didn't need to shout at her parents once!
We are all ready for bed and it's only 8:30.
Saturday, 22 March 2008
Isobel is adorable, but she can also be a little trying and we really are trying to be the perfect parents (well, just parents I suppose).
She spent her three week anniversary getting overtired and refusing to sleep, and then the rest of the day asleep on Mummy (which I must admit, just between you and me, I did enjoy; it's nice being needed, and it broke my heart a little seeing her take milk from a bottle).
As my Mummy said to me this morning 'Children and Dogs (she has 2 Great Danes) make liars of you: just when you think you have a nice routine, they change.' This is certainly true this weekend.
But I'm sure there will be far bigger challenges in the years ahead, and while we are learning to parents, Isobel is learning to be Isobel.
Friday, 21 March 2008
Look at what I produced - I'm quite proud. The dairy is open for business.
Whilst we are talking about self-expression, I suspect Isobel wishes she could dress herself today. I am afraid she is wearing an embarrassing outfit and I'm ashamed to say I bought it. I will describe it to you - she'd never forgive a picture - but first I must mount my defence, it looked better on the hanger than it sounds and on a cold blowy day in London Town it is toasty warm.
Ok, it's a GAP white velour babygro with pink and red spots.... I know, what was I thinking.
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
Today we had an 11:20 appointment and if Isobel was following her 2 hour cycle she would need feeding at 11, just the time we needed to leave.
Me, being an evil Mummy thought I could stir Isobel 10 mnutes early so she would feed before we left the house.
She stirred; she even half-heartedly fed. Then I went to put her coat on...
She was sick.
Yes, she rewarded my ingenuity by vommiting all over both of us. So we were late anyway!
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Monday, 17 March 2008
I am still loving being a Mum and feel incredibly privileged that Isobel chose me to be her Mummy. I still find it a wonder and a delight*. I'm fascinated by her and could gaze at her all day just to revel in how beautiful and perfect she is, and be amazed that we created this little tiny human being.
I don't think we are doing too badly: she gets herself to sleep (mostly), she feeds well (and fast) and is really good in the night.
With a lot of love and a little luck hopefully we can conquer the niggles.
* Even when, at 6 o'clock this morning my darling daughter decided to cover my pj trousers, her changing mat and everything in between (i.e bed and floor) in bright yellow poo. I am sure PD loved being roused by me asking for help because I was covered in sh.t. (He did laugh - I knew I shouldn't have written that she saved this trick for Daddy.)
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Does that make me an expert? No.
Does it mean I can offer advice? I hope I wouldn't be so presumptious.
Does it mean I know my own child? ..... Sometimes; but other times when she cries for seemingly no reason, I'm not so sure.
But I do promise Isobel I will get to know you better, and I will always do all I can to help you be happy - maybe then we both will cry a little less.
Friday, 14 March 2008
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Ok, for most of that we-two-were-one, but nonetheless I was never truely on my own. And I suspect for the comng months Isobel will be with me pretty much all the time, certainly while I'm breastfeeding.
So I only went to Waitrose to do a neccessity shop, but as it's a pretty mindless activity it still left me time to ponder being on my own. Is it something I crave? Not yet.
We all do things differently it seems, and all our babies are different (as you would hope!). But we all have some things in common.
After my exhaustion driven melt down into tears yesterday evening (no daytime naps for 2 days had taken it's toll!) it is good to know I'm not the only one who needs an 'afternoon nap to avoid evening hormonal tears' - thank you Nia.
It's not that I can't cope, or that I'm sad about being a Mum, I was just tired and in need of TLC and general reassurance. (Let's face it who doesn't want those things hormonal or not.)
She is as happy in it awake as asleep...
... we think it is the effect of the flowers, man.
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
She is such a clever girl.
Hooray for me because I'm back in my old jeans - ok so maybe not my 'skinny' jeans, but my non-elasticated pre-pregnancy jeans all the same.
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Monday, 10 March 2008
I'm feeling quite proud: by 11 o'clock we were both dressed and the bed was made. Baby girl was back in her crib, sleeping prettily...
She still is, I'm just waiting, eagerly with baited breasts, for her to wake up.
It was cool last week us all being together, and not just because PD does the lion's share of nappy changes; it was good just hanging out together in our little family.
Sunday, 9 March 2008
At NCT class we were given little yellow dots to stick in places to remind us to do our pelvic floor exercises (you know, on the kettle so you do them while making a cuppa). If it wasn't so very wrong I'd pop one on my daughter's forehead and then I'd be bound to restore myself to virginal proportions.
Yes Isobel, our little angel, could poo for Britain (or SA for that matter). Bright yellow mustard poo, that leaves her little bottom at such velocity it can leave a trail four feet across a white bedroom and still make a mark four feet up the wall. (I have resisted taking a picture - she'd never forgive me!)
This trick is usually left for an unsuspecting PD who has, with his lightening reflexes, managed to step out of the way on more than one occasion.
Saturday, 8 March 2008
It has been a fantastic week, my best ever. I really wouldn't have believed it would be possible to have so much love for one little person, even after a broken nights sleep I am still excited to see her in the morning, and every morning it is like Christmas. I'm a very lucky Mummy.
We have managed to overcome a few difficulties: my rock hard boobies were softened with hot flannels; my lack of confidence over breastfeeding (no-one has shown me how) has gone since she is a happy growing baby who in no way is screaming hungry; the pressure of a slight, and I mean very slight case of jaundice and the further need to feed her more; the pain of contraction like after pains every time I fed her that left me crying for parecetamol and ibuprofen - these have gone now.
I have been emotional, crying because I was worried I wasn't feeding my baby properly, crying because the cleaner hadn't cleaned the oven, crying because she is SOOO beautiful, but I'm not sure I'd call this 'the baby blues' (yet).
We are left with a patch of niggliness from little Isobel in the evenings that has left us flumoxed as to how to soothe her, but I'm sure we'll figure it out.
Otherwise, Isobel has established a lovely predictable rhythm that even makes my nights a breeze: She feeds for about 10 minutes (a bit of a guzzler), has a brief doze, nappy change and maybe a play before sleeping, only requiring feeding again 2 hours later. At night she wakes every 2 / 2 1/2 hours, but wakes so gently I can feed her in bed, change her and return her to her crib within about 40 minutes and without stirring PD, we fall asleep instantly ready to meet again 2 hours later.
So, our first week as a little family has left us thinking...
Isobel you ROCK. xxx
(I am aware that all this may change, but leave us in blissful ignorance for now)
Friday, 7 March 2008
Offer her some breast, they said - she'd just fed so she wasn't interested. I held her close; they did their heel prick test.
She screamed... and screamed... and screamed some more.
I cried... and cried... and cried some more.
She just hasn't been so happy and content today, so we've spent the day chilling and cuddling.
Hopefully tomorrow she will get her rhythm back.
Thursday, 6 March 2008
I do spend an extraordinary amount of time just gazing with amazement at the wonder that is our little girl and chatting to her. I find all her expressions fascinating, especially when she seems to purse her lips to say oooh seeming to copy me. (I know this isn't the case yet, but I am a smitten new mum.)
Imagine how upset I was to find out that the fact that Isobel 'always' seems to get niggly in the early evening, may be down to the overstimulating nature of said chats! Yes, last night when I took her from Daddy, who was seemingly ignoring her while watching TV, I may have interrupted her peace.
Now I knew I was intelligent but I didn't realise my chats were so high brow.
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
It's funny how, whatever your relationship with your mummy is like, there are times when you just want her to be there.
I hope my little girl feels the same way about me...
Thank you mummy. xx
Sunday, 2 March 2008
At about 10:30, in Labour Triage my contractions started, after a scary dip in baby's heartbeat, and while I was still merrily breathing my way through my contractions RD was dispatched to get bags. While he was away things really started to kick off, he returned to find me leaning over a ball having a rather annoying tens machine applied. This was quickly dismissed in favour of gas and air - laughing gas, unfortunately the giggles didn't last long.
The proud parents - yes that's us!
A very proud Grandma