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.
A big theme for Disney – the films and the parks – is that of happiness. “The Happiest Place on Earth”, “Where Dreams Come True”, and “The Most Magical Place on Earth” are some of the slogans Disney employs in their branding and advertising. For those of us who have visited one or more of the Disney theme parks, it is easy to understand and relate to these slogans. The rides, the designs, the cast, the stores, and even the waiting areas, are incredibly imaginative and painstakingly detailed, such that it is impossible to feel as though you are just in a theme park. You are in another world.
Bethanie blogs over at My MotherHood. She has two cute kiddies and a husband, and loves writing. Today, I’m sharing both her birth stories with you!
As it approaches my daughter’s first birthday, I have been reflecting on how I was feeling this time last year, as I prepared to give birth for the second time.
First time around everything was “textbook”, so I was a little apprehensive that I wouldn’t be so lucky again. But my late mother-in-law’s words still stayed with me: ‘Stay calm and active, and you will have an easier birth’. That wonderful lady, before she passed away, was a senior midwife at our local hospital. She knew what she was talking about and I have carried her wisdom ever since.
You see, our bodies are designed to grow, carry and give birth to small humans. So, in theory, it should be straightforward. But sometimes those little babies have different ideas, and that is when we start to hear all these “horror” stories of difficult births and bad experiences. Some people do have a tough time of it, but if we listen to those stories and go into our labour with a negative attitude, surely the whole experience will be a bad one. Instead, we should adopt a positive outlook. You have no control over what might happen (and that is the part most women don’t like), so you should just try to go with the flow and be accepting that things may not turn out like your birth plan intended.
Sophie is a sassy mama and on-maternity-leave HR professional, who blogs over at This Mama Can. She has overcome her initial hesitancy over talking bout herself to bring you stories about her family and motherhood journey. Here’s her birth story!
Even the word is terrifying! A whirlwind of pain, fear, excitement, strength, exhaustion and love. The female body is literally AMAZING! And sorry to be so cliché, but it’s true what they say: you do forget all about the pain afterwards (aside from spending the following weeks trying to avoid sitting on your stitches – yea, they don’t warn you about that part, do they!). So here’s my birth story on the arrival of my undiagnosed breech baby!
I’m lucky enough to live in a beautiful, semi-rural area, and I love it here. There’s the convenience of nearby amenities (you know, train station, shopping centre, cafés), blended with the picturesque feel of country living. We can go for lovely walks and drives, which my little man really enjoys, and there’s so much to see.
This evening, we popped over to the shops to pick up some snacks – the breastfeeding mother’s life(hunger)saver – and J started making sleep noises. He often falls asleep while we’re driving, so I took a roundabout way home, in an attempt to arrive at the house with a sleeping baby. Alas, it was not to be this time, but that’s not what this post is about …
Today, we have Emma’s story. She blogs over at MummyEm, and is Mum to Chloe and wife to Mr D. Thanks so much for sharing your story in my series!
All through my pregnancy, I was adamant that I didn’t want to have an epidural, as I had heard stories of all the things that could go wrong. I had decided on having a water birth in the local hospital’s birthing suite.
As my due date came and went, and my bump got bigger and bigger, with every little twinge I was convinced it was time. Mr D works nights, and I was petrified it would all happen on one of the nights he would be at work.
Luckily this never happened, and at seven days overdue, I went for a sweep (this was quite possibly the most painful part of my pregnancy!). And was booked in for induction five days later. The following day, I started to get some tightening, and called the maternity unit who said it was slow labour. I went to bed excited that things may get moving now and I wouldn’t have to be induced, as that would mean my water birth that I had my heart set on wouldn’t be a possibility.