16 weeks – time is flying

 

At the very beginning of the pregnancy Mr K and I decided to use a relatively new service in our area, one to one midwives. They are a free, NHS funded service available in certain parts of the UK and when we found out that they operated in our area we jumped at the chance. There were a few reasons for using this service. The first being that you have a named midwife who carries out all of your appointments, delivers your baby (if you decide on a home birth) and continues your care up to 6 weeks after the birth. That’s right, one midwife! The second reason is that all appointments are carried out at home at a time to suit you. This is great for me as it means that baby boy can happily play and I don’t have to worry about him getting bored at the doctors surgery. It also means that I can fit appointments around my supply teaching. 
It was my 16 week midwife appointment on Friday – cue the mad rush to get the house looking at least habitable! Luckily my midwife, Becky, was running a little bit late due to a puncture so I had a bit of extra time to hide the mess. When she arrived we sat and had a chat with a cup of tea before getting on with the appointment formalities. Everything was great and at the end she asked if I would like to see if she could find the heartbeat. It can be tricky to find at this stage as baby is still small and likes to move around a lot but I agreed to let her try and said that I wouldn’t worry if she couldn’t find it. It took a while and quite often we heard the baby swooshing past trying to evade the doppler. In the end though it stayed still for long enough for Becky to pick up the heartbeat. The look on baby boy’s face when he heard it was priceless. He was amazed! We examined that it was the baby in mummy’s tummy and, although I know he doesn’t understand still, it was lovely to see the look of wonder on his face.

So the next appointment will be the 20 week scan – half way through! This pregnancy really is flying by.

Did your pregnancy seem to go quickly or did it drag?

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Strawberry Delight

      

I’m not really what you would the green fingered type but I have recently begun to grow my own fruit and veg. Ok so at the moment I only have strawberry plants and potatoes but it’s a start. 

A few weeks ago I got very excited when whilst watering my strawberry plants I saw lots and lots of small, green strawberries. I actually did a little dance. Then a few days ago I noticed a red one. I happily pointed it out to baby boy. It wasn’t quite ready but it only really needed an extra day. I returned to the house, looking forward to the next day when I could pick that juicy strawberry. I started the washing up, still thinking of that delicious strawberry. Baby boy was happily playing (for once) and was wandering in and out of the garden. Feeling a tug on my leg I looked down and there was baby boy smiling up at me with a bright red mouth and my almost ready strawberry in his hand.

I have raised a strawberry thief!

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Daddy Cool

 Baby boy is very lucky. He has an amazing daddy!

Mr K was the first of us to meet baby boy when he was born. He cuddled him, dressed him and bonded with him whilst I was still in theatre. For the first few days and weeks Mr K did most of what baby boy needed. I was recovering and so couldn’t do much at all but I didn’t need to worry because Mr K stepped up and was quite frankly incredible. 

The early bond between Mr K and baby boy has grown ever stronger with each passing day. They have an amazing relationship and it is clear to see that baby boy idolises his daddy. Nothing is too much trouble and I can tell that Mr K loves spending time with baby boy. They read together, go for walks, play games and just generally have fun. It is lovely to watch.

I know that our second child will have just as close a relationship because how could they not when Mr K is such a dedicated daddy.

So thank you Mr K. Thank you for being there for us, thank you for being the best daddy to our baby boy and thank you for everything that you do.

Happy Father’s Day!

Rage against the machine

  

He was angry, oh so angry. His face was a fetching shade of purple and his fists curled tightly into balls. The walls shook with his blood curling screams as the dog hid, shaking in the corner. Legs kicked out and items flew past my head (I’m convinced that they were meant to be aimed at me). It was like a scene from the exorcist! I kept the doors and windows firmly closed for fear of alerting the neighbours. Sweat poured down his face but he didn’t tire, if anything his energy increased as his frustration grew. I tried to pick him up but he was just too strong. All of a sudden there was calm. He smiled at me and put out his arms.

I’m not entirely sure how it started. I only offered him lunch! Obviously he didn’t want pasta.

The joys of a toddler tantrum!

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Enter the disaster zone at your own risk

 

 So this week has been a bit of a nightmare. Baby boy has been ill and clingy, developing baby number 2 seems intent on sucking every last ounce of energy from me, the dog (on holiday here whilst my parents are away) can’t seem to decide if he wants to be inside the house or outside and today my stomach seems to have a spin cycle going on!

In the midst of all of this we are living in what I can only describe as a disaster zone!  Mr K is working lates and so just needs to relax on his return home and once baby boy is asleep it is all I can do to lay on the sofa for an hour so that I can spend a bit of (cough cough) quality time with Mr K. Baby boy is happy enough that his toys are strewn all around but when we start to run out of clean mugs that’s when I worry!

Now I have honestly tried this week to get on top of things but between working and baby boy sat on my knee with a temperature closing in on 40 degrees I am admitting defeat and saying that I just don’t care right now. A friend of mine pointed out that cleaning and shopping can wait – my baby needs me to give him cuddles and make him feel better. I refuse to feel guilty about this. In fact I think that focussing on my child and not washing up makes me a better parent (don’t burst my bubble)!

Do you let things slip sometimes?

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