Josie is 8 months old now and loves going in the bath. She has outgrown her baby bath so when we had the opportunity recently to review a Summer Bath Seat we thought we would give it a try. We were kindly gifted the seat in return for an honest review.
This year we will be spending Christmas as a family of 5, with our newest addition Josie. She will be 13 weeks old on Christmas Day; too young to know what’s going on but all the same we want to celebrate her first ever Christmas. We’ve bought a few things to mark the occassion, but most of all we are looking forward to having some chilled out family time over the Christmas break and lots of cosy Josie cuddles.
Morning sickness is often the most obvious symptom (or side effect) of pregnancy. But it’s also very misleading. 24/7 sickness would be more accurate.
Of course I am delighted to be pregnant and willing to take on any of the unpleasant side effects if it results in a healthy baby (so please no comments about how I should just be grateful – I know I’m incredibly lucky!), but it can be a struggle to stay positive when you have spent weeks carrying around a sick bucket like a handbag.
So I’ve been very quiet on the blog and social media lately. And that’s because I’ve spent the majority of the last few months feeling exhausted and always within grabbing distance of the sick bucket. But if ever there is an occasion where 24/7 vomming is a good thing, this is it.
Yep, I’m growing a human. A new addition which will make us a family of five. It’s been a rough start to an otherwise very exciting time of our lives, but I’m over the worst of the sickness now (touch wood) and feeling so much better so this is my first blog post in around 3 months!
I wrote this post when Clara was just under 5 weeks old, and had planned to type it up into a blog post soon after. In my sleep deprived state I forgot about it, until I recently came across it in an old notebook (almost 3 years later!). This is my account of 24 hours as a Mum to a 5 week old and a 3 year old… it involves sick in my bra, 12 breastfeeds in 18 hours and a good old dose of mum guilt.
3:45am – Woken up by Clara crying for a feed. I’ve had 3.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep which is something of a record, probably the most I’ve had since before she was born.
4:35am – Wake up suddenly, realising I’ve fallen asleep feeding Clara, who herself is now happily asleep in my arms. Put her back in her moses basket, hoping I won’t see her again until 7am.