This week, we have the first of two stories from Sumra, from Sweet Dreamer. Read her eloquently written story about her incredibly quick labour below!
It was just three days before my first baby shower party, and we were all elated with excitement, as well as under a bit of stress for the upcoming celebration. I confidently joined my mother-in-law and sister-in-law to go shopping for groceries. I strolled the aisles, huffing and puffing, obviously underestimating the size of the infamous Costco. My tight belly felt heavy and extremely low, but I knew these were just signs of entering the “full term realm” of this long pregnancy. I just began my 36th week of pregnancy, and had no idea that my journey had come to an unexpected end.
It’s been a while since I posted anything with a bit more substance, but #motherhood has really been testing me recently! I’ve got a lot of great stuff planned to share with you all, including guest posts from other amazing mums, a new series I’m starting soon myself, and more in-depth posts. BUT, what use is a mummy blog if it doesn’t also share the difficulties I experience, and the simple tips and tricks I use to care for my little one?
My little man is teething (he has one tooth popping out and another on the way, looks so cute!), so he’s often irritable and fussy. On top of this, with some renovations being done on the house before Christmas (and more to come after *makes crying face*), everything is a bit all over the place … including my wits. Little J already isn’t keen on napping, but the teething phenomenon has made it much more difficult to get him to sleep. So, what do I do when he needs his baby-beauty-rest? Here are six methods I use to get him to sleep!
Kate suffers from depression and anxiety, as well as having experienced recurrent miscarriage. Despite this, she and her husband continue to have faith that another child will bless them, and join their family alongside their daughter Ivy. I’m so glad and humbled that Kate decided to share the story of Ivy’s birth in this series, despite her most recent struggles.
Hello, my name is Kate, The Muddled Mum. I suffer from depression and anxiety. My battles with mental illness started during a very difficult pregnancy with my daughter Ivy (a.k.a., Boo). Birth was the one part of pregnancy that I loved, and I feel very grateful that I had a positive experience, especially as I was induced. I am currently trying to conceive again. I hope that you enjoy my birth story!
My darling daughter was in as much of a rush to meet me as I was her. After a long, difficult pregnancy, I was booked in for induction at 37 weeks. And, despite my concerns, I loved my birth.
This week, Tammy (from Litolmae and Lolly) shares the story of her two births. Tammy is a mother to two girls who are ten years apart in age, due to secondary infertility (read her infertility story here). Read her lovely birth story below.
I had a very difficult first birth. Fast forward ten years to Baby Number Two, and my story is shorter and much less eventful. I was now 33, and had waited eight long years for this baby; and, thanks to a very good friend for going through her wonderful hypnobirthing course with me (at no charge, I might add – what a legend, thanks Kym!), I was prepared. Even if it meant going through the same shit as the first time. However, apart from a sharp intake of breath every time my blood pressure was taken, my pregnancy was a dream.
There’s nothing so heartwarming as seeing your baby delight in the littlest (and, often, silliest!) of things. Their commitment to laughing at these things – not to mention the true amazement in their faces as, little by little, they begin to comprehend the world around them – is enough to lift anyone up when they’re down in the dumps. Here are ten things that make my baby laugh!
After I have changed his nappy, I leave J in the playpen in his room, so I can go and dispose of said nappy and wash my hands. When I return, I hover outside the door until he notices me and looks up cheekily from whatever mischief he’s attempting. ‘Hello, poopy!’, I say to my little poop machine. And he giggles (he knows he’s the “poopy”).
This week, we hear from E. L. Lane, sharing various memories of Disney World, and what they mean to her and her family. I loved her post when I first read it, and am grateful that she decided to share these special moments on my blog.
Hi all! I’m E. L. Lane, and I was born and raised in Miami, Florida. Only a four-hour drive from Orlando, Florida, it is home to the most magical place on earth: Walt Disney World.
I went to Walt Disney World countless times as a kid, and created many childhood memories in these parks that will last me a lifetime. Come along with me on a short monorail ride down memory lane.
‘Please stand clear of the doors. Por favor manténganse alejado de las puertas.‘
This week, we meet Julz (from The Red Head Diaries). This amazing woman has given birth five times, by Caesarean … I can’t even imagine five pregnancies, let alone five labours! Today, Julz is sharing the story of the birth of her fourth baby.
I’ve had a total of five babies. Five births; five C-sections. Although all the same type of delivery, they were each different. I am going to share Baby Number Four’s birth. Baby Number Four is a baby born after an infant death. Although she was grown and then born in fear, it was a wonderful delivery.
It wasn’t the easiest, I was hit with hyperemesis [gravidarum] (again); but, of course, it was an incredibly anxious time. We were very new into our bereavement, but also found we were pregnant again quite quickly; while grieving freely, it still left me feeling very anxious about the new baby.
I love many of the Disney films. I’m yet to declare an absolute favourite, but Aladdin is definitely a contender. It has an interesting story, fun characters, great songs, doesn’t revolve around a princess (despite Jasmine being one of “the” Disney princesses), has an amazing colour scheme and score, and features Robin Williams (may he rest in peace). I love that Aladdin’s journey from rags to riches is underpinned by the lessons he learns about being true to oneself, and being honest with others. It’s a great lesson to learn, and a great one to share with my son. When he’s old enough, hopefully he will read further into the film’s dialogue than ‘Right here, direct from the lamp. Right here for your very much wish-fulfillment. Thank you.’.
This week, Liron (from Married Plus Three) shares the story of her third time giving birth. Liron is a mother of three little ones, ranging from 3 months to 6 years in age. The story of her third labour is short and sweet, but there’s sure a lot going on!
‘What happened? Did she throw up?’ My older one yells after opening the door and seeing spots all over the floor (asking about his sister).
‘No, I didn’t throw up! Mom peed in her pants!’ She yells back from the room.
I quickly get the bag for the hospital ready while my husband waits for me in the car downstairs, and grandma tries to calm the kids down. Third pregnancy and of course the water breaks when my husband is out with the older one and I am home with the younger one.
Welcome to the first entry in this new guest series, Scrapbook Sunday (which collects fun activities for kids/families from parents who’ve tried them with their kids, for others to explore). Today, Lisa shares her recipe for making sparkly firework playdough for Bonfire Night!
Bonfire Night … Just writing the words conjures up images of crisp Autumn nights, sparkly fireworks, and family time. This year, Bonfire Night falls on Sunday, 5 November, and people across the UK will be having back garden firework parties, going to organised firework displays, or having bonfires and gathering together to mark this very British event. Kids will be learning about the origins of Bonfire Night at school and may also be coming home with homemade crafts that reflect the season.