Three things about my week:
Got a fringe, I am undecided about whether I like it or not but it's a hassle, I have to blow dry and then straighten so I don't look like an 80's rock star. I lost my hair after giving birth (boo) and then it started growing back (yeah!) but it meant that I had really odd hair with baby hair at the front and bald patches at the side so I thought a fringe would hide it but I think i look like a tiny bit of a drag queen and when i told Jamie this he laughed which means it is kind of true.
A man tried to sell me a plasma tv off the back of the truck, literally. I was very excited. Well he said it was a plasma tv but I think it was more likely a plasma tv box full of bricks. But very exciting nonetheless.
I had the best mandarin I have ever had in England, it was delicious moist and juicy and best of all easy to peel.
Also I have realised that I have a very high immunity to the cold and flu virus, I think I have super immunity, I am currently developing a theory as to why and how. I'll keep you posted.
That's all my adventures for the week. xxx
Monday, 29 November 2010
Saturday, 13 November 2010
He's very advanced for his age you know
Now every mother thinks there child is advanced but I have a news flash for you, Mackay is very advanced everyone says so, at 4 months he was rolling over both ways and rolling back. Very advanced. And he really moves around the lounge like from one end to the other, you can’t put anything on the floor without him picking it up and putting it in his mouth. And when I say anything I mean anything he is not allowed to have, things he is particularly interested in are my breast pump, tubes of toxic cream and electrical sockets; he has a love affair with the remote controls and will shove them in his mouth and then scream if you take them away from him. He can move across the whole lunge in 1.2 seconds if there is a remote on the other side. Things he couldn’t care less about is any of his toys or anything age appropriate
Anyway I took him up the road to the baby gym on Wednesday and I said I think the babies class might be too young for him, he’s very advanced for his age and the man on the front desk gave me a sympathic look and said patronisingly, ‘lets just try him in the babies class’ so I said ‘okay’ and off we toddled. Well I put mackay down on the mat next to a 3 month old and within three seconds he was grabbing her and trying to roll on top of her. Now Mackay is a big unit (95% percentile for height and weight) and the poor little girl looked terrified. After trying to restrain him about 20 times I had to take him for a time out far away from the other babies so they could have some peace.
And the instructor in class gently suggested that we may need to go to the class for older babies, basically we were booted out for being too disruptive.
So on Thursday we went to the older class when there was all this awesome equipment and slides and toys for him to roll and move on and put in his mouth and he spent the whole half hour in the middle of the room playing statues. I asked the instructor if we could borrow the remote control for the stereo as I knew he would move for that but she didn’t like that idea. (As a side note on Tuesday afternoon he was kicking off so I let him play with a green plastic bag for 30 minutes, he loved it.) I kept on saying to the lady he really does move a lot at home, but she didn’t believe me. So after half an hour of lying on the mat we left heads hung in shame. I’m giving it another go this week as I figured it might be stage fright or he might have been overwhelmed by the awesomeness of all the equipment.
xxx
ps i just remembered last week we went to the library for a sing-a-long and there were their 6 month old babies who weren't even rolling! one nice young boy Tom was lying next to us and mackay whacked him in the eye, made him cry and then tried to deliver his signature mackay i'm going to roll on you and squash all the air out of your lungs. But luckily Tom's Mum saw it coming and moved him out of the way quick smart.
Anyway I took him up the road to the baby gym on Wednesday and I said I think the babies class might be too young for him, he’s very advanced for his age and the man on the front desk gave me a sympathic look and said patronisingly, ‘lets just try him in the babies class’ so I said ‘okay’ and off we toddled. Well I put mackay down on the mat next to a 3 month old and within three seconds he was grabbing her and trying to roll on top of her. Now Mackay is a big unit (95% percentile for height and weight) and the poor little girl looked terrified. After trying to restrain him about 20 times I had to take him for a time out far away from the other babies so they could have some peace.
And the instructor in class gently suggested that we may need to go to the class for older babies, basically we were booted out for being too disruptive.
So on Thursday we went to the older class when there was all this awesome equipment and slides and toys for him to roll and move on and put in his mouth and he spent the whole half hour in the middle of the room playing statues. I asked the instructor if we could borrow the remote control for the stereo as I knew he would move for that but she didn’t like that idea. (As a side note on Tuesday afternoon he was kicking off so I let him play with a green plastic bag for 30 minutes, he loved it.) I kept on saying to the lady he really does move a lot at home, but she didn’t believe me. So after half an hour of lying on the mat we left heads hung in shame. I’m giving it another go this week as I figured it might be stage fright or he might have been overwhelmed by the awesomeness of all the equipment.
xxx
ps i just remembered last week we went to the library for a sing-a-long and there were their 6 month old babies who weren't even rolling! one nice young boy Tom was lying next to us and mackay whacked him in the eye, made him cry and then tried to deliver his signature mackay i'm going to roll on you and squash all the air out of your lungs. But luckily Tom's Mum saw it coming and moved him out of the way quick smart.
Guess whose back? Back again
Hi dudes
after a period of absence of a long time I would not be surprised if you had all thought i had spontaneously combusted. But no I am still here just after a baby who has the time to blog? not me i lost my sanity for a while, but I'm back! Also we did not haven't the internet at our new flat for a whole two months! Anyway it got switched on today and the first thing I am doing is updating my blog. See I do love you dudes. Anyway below is a blog entry I wrote ages ago and a new picture of the cutest baby in the universe( not a lie once we were on a train and an Irish guy told us he was the cutest baby he had ever seen, his words, not mine, while he was either Irish or drunk I couldn't work it out, anyway you know your baby is cute when even drunk guys think so.
after a period of absence of a long time I would not be surprised if you had all thought i had spontaneously combusted. But no I am still here just after a baby who has the time to blog? not me i lost my sanity for a while, but I'm back! Also we did not haven't the internet at our new flat for a whole two months! Anyway it got switched on today and the first thing I am doing is updating my blog. See I do love you dudes. Anyway below is a blog entry I wrote ages ago and a new picture of the cutest baby in the universe( not a lie once we were on a train and an Irish guy told us he was the cutest baby he had ever seen, his words, not mine, while he was either Irish or drunk I couldn't work it out, anyway you know your baby is cute when even drunk guys think so.
Sunday, 11 July 2010
yet another picture
This blog is not going to turn into a photo album of Mackay I promise but i took this photo the other day when he was milk drunk after a feed and his belly was so big his t-shirt couldn't contain it.
It is very hot in London at the moment and last time it was this hot he slept 7 hours in a row! haven't had one of those nights in a while. He gets really bad gas in the night and it wakes him up with a belly ache poor thing. I have tried lots of burping medicines but nothing seems to work, I think it must be a grow out of it thing.
And the book says that by the end of the month he should only be waking once in the middle of the night. Now if Mackay has read the book then we should all be okay.
Also we are moving flat because where we live at the moment is so nasty in many ways and in 2 months we will move into a lovely flat with a garden! I literally can't wait.
xxxxx
Monday, 5 July 2010
Mac at 2 months
Baby Mac at 2 months, he looks naked but he was wering a nappy, you can't tkae the risk of being nappyless on anything that will stain.
I know the photos are crap, we are buying a new SLR camera because are photo taking skills are so crap we need a better camera.
Also he is still sleeping well only waking once or twice in teh night for a feed. I have decided that I have read too many parenting books and have freaked myself out about many things so i have stopped reading and am just going with my gut, whih has always served me well in the past.
We are a happy little family, happier on the weekends when Jamie is home to help with looking after Mac, not because he is a hard baby to look after, he is a super easy baby but because although Mac is lovely company his conversation skills are really up to much yet and I think I am not far from going crazy talking to myself all day and watching dumb tv.
Althoguh tomorrow we are off to the shops to get rubbish bags and water filters. Seriuosly this is the highlight of my day.
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Sleeping demon
For the past three nights Mackay has woken up only once in the night and slept for two 7 hour stretchs. I don't know why or how and everyone that has had a baby knows that this will not last. So fingers crossed it last the week I say.
He also has two or maybe three one and a half hour naps in the day. Angel baby.
Lets just pray the growth spurt holds off for a couple of weeks so I can get some sleep.
xxxxx
He also has two or maybe three one and a half hour naps in the day. Angel baby.
Lets just pray the growth spurt holds off for a couple of weeks so I can get some sleep.
xxxxx
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Emergency Vaginoplasty
So here I am, after disappearing into baby fog for a few weeks. Mackay was 6 weeks old yesterday and is very cute he looks a lot like his father and has my blue eyes and has very long arms and legs, we have no idea where he gets that from. Oh and he is a monster, a massive baby, I am worried I am feeding him too much but the doctor said no such thing but they she doesn’t have to carry him around all the time.
Mackay is a very good baby and sometimes we have to wake him up in the day because he sleeps longer than 2 hours! At night sometimes if I am really lucky I get two 4 hour blocks, but not last night, last night I got three 3 hours blocks which means I got 6 hours sleep in two hour blocks so I apologise for the grammar and spelling.
Mackay is perfect but I have had a hell of a time, my contractions were quite painful because I was induced but I had an epidural so the birth wasn’t actually that bad, but I had forceps and they had to cut me which is called an episiotomy and I was sitched up. Well a week later after three midwives looked at it and saying it was fine I had a bit of a fever and went to the doctor and she had a look down there and the stitches had completely burst open and got infected. Jamie had a look and said it was uber gory.
So I went to the hospital and had to stay for a week go under general ananthetisc and the Mac was with me and the most of the midwives were quite mean, so I would have to wake up in the middle of the night and change him, feed him myself with a 40 degree temperature. And as you may know I am one tough old bitch but it was the worst week of my life hands down. Even now as I am writing about it I am crying. I never thought I could be that low. I can’t tell you how much guilt I feel about that fact that my son would cry in the middle of the night and I didn’t have the energy to pick him up. It literally broke my heart. It was awful for me, Mac and for Jamie who could only stay during visiting hours. And who had to pick his wife up off the floor every five minutes.
So after emergency surgery they sewed my up I am calling it my Vaginoplasty. I have a scar down there, how weird.
And no one slept not me, Jamie or Mac. Not an experience I would wish on anyone.
But then I got out and I thought my troubles were over and I though it can’t get any worse than this, so in no particular order here is what else has happened to me physically since he was born, warning not for the faint hearted you have been warned.
1. piles caused by giving birth, this really annoys me because I have always had an excellent digestion/explusion system.
2. A nipple cut open by his mouth which has still not healed at the moment it’s about one centimetre wide and is raw. Also the doctor told me to keep loads of air on it so I am walking around the house with my tit out and I long to wear a bra, never thought I would say that.
3. Thrush caused by the massive doses of antibiotics I took and I couldn’t use soap and had to wash it off with water, which lets just say wasn’t very effective
4. The latest thing to hit me was a severe bout of diahoerra which latest 7 days, I mean severe, I couldn’t hold anything in and I had cramps so bad I was going to call the ambulance, but then I did a fart and I was sweet. I went to the doctor and she told me to go nil by mouth by 24 hours. Which I though cool I can do that, four hours in I was desperate for food, my milk supply went way down and neither Mac or I was getting enough food which pissed us both off. Today I did a normal poo and I would have danced with joy, had the diahorrea not irritated my piles.
So physically I have been through the ringer, mentally I don’t even know where to start. Needless to say it doesn’t take much to make me cry. and I had an easy pregnancy and then six weeks of drama. Every time I thinks it’s over something else attacks me. I need a long holiday in the Bahamas.
But through it all I have been reminded that I have the most supportive loving husband in the world and a family in New Zealand that really love me and I’m lucky because although I know my family love me sometimes because they are so far away I forget how much but as soon as I got sick the rallied around me and Jamie to support us, my sister left her family to come and look after mine, my dad and stepmother funded her trip and my mother, brother-in-law, dad and step-mother all organised childcare of my nephew. It was an amazing outpouring of love and I am forever grateful because as I said to my sister I would died without her here. So I the moral of the story is you may not always have your health but you always have the people you love oh and also avoid using the NHS at all costs.
Next time an upbeat, funny post I promise I suspect it may be related to my need to get my pre-pregnancy figure back. I have to go now as the monster has woken up and needs some boob action.
Xxxxx
Ps to all my friends that are thinking of having babies or are pregnant know that my experience was very rare this hardly ever happens and also even if it did happen to you the good bits of having Mac far outweigh any bad bits.
Mackay is a very good baby and sometimes we have to wake him up in the day because he sleeps longer than 2 hours! At night sometimes if I am really lucky I get two 4 hour blocks, but not last night, last night I got three 3 hours blocks which means I got 6 hours sleep in two hour blocks so I apologise for the grammar and spelling.
Mackay is perfect but I have had a hell of a time, my contractions were quite painful because I was induced but I had an epidural so the birth wasn’t actually that bad, but I had forceps and they had to cut me which is called an episiotomy and I was sitched up. Well a week later after three midwives looked at it and saying it was fine I had a bit of a fever and went to the doctor and she had a look down there and the stitches had completely burst open and got infected. Jamie had a look and said it was uber gory.
So I went to the hospital and had to stay for a week go under general ananthetisc and the Mac was with me and the most of the midwives were quite mean, so I would have to wake up in the middle of the night and change him, feed him myself with a 40 degree temperature. And as you may know I am one tough old bitch but it was the worst week of my life hands down. Even now as I am writing about it I am crying. I never thought I could be that low. I can’t tell you how much guilt I feel about that fact that my son would cry in the middle of the night and I didn’t have the energy to pick him up. It literally broke my heart. It was awful for me, Mac and for Jamie who could only stay during visiting hours. And who had to pick his wife up off the floor every five minutes.
So after emergency surgery they sewed my up I am calling it my Vaginoplasty. I have a scar down there, how weird.
And no one slept not me, Jamie or Mac. Not an experience I would wish on anyone.
But then I got out and I thought my troubles were over and I though it can’t get any worse than this, so in no particular order here is what else has happened to me physically since he was born, warning not for the faint hearted you have been warned.
1. piles caused by giving birth, this really annoys me because I have always had an excellent digestion/explusion system.
2. A nipple cut open by his mouth which has still not healed at the moment it’s about one centimetre wide and is raw. Also the doctor told me to keep loads of air on it so I am walking around the house with my tit out and I long to wear a bra, never thought I would say that.
3. Thrush caused by the massive doses of antibiotics I took and I couldn’t use soap and had to wash it off with water, which lets just say wasn’t very effective
4. The latest thing to hit me was a severe bout of diahoerra which latest 7 days, I mean severe, I couldn’t hold anything in and I had cramps so bad I was going to call the ambulance, but then I did a fart and I was sweet. I went to the doctor and she told me to go nil by mouth by 24 hours. Which I though cool I can do that, four hours in I was desperate for food, my milk supply went way down and neither Mac or I was getting enough food which pissed us both off. Today I did a normal poo and I would have danced with joy, had the diahorrea not irritated my piles.
So physically I have been through the ringer, mentally I don’t even know where to start. Needless to say it doesn’t take much to make me cry. and I had an easy pregnancy and then six weeks of drama. Every time I thinks it’s over something else attacks me. I need a long holiday in the Bahamas.
But through it all I have been reminded that I have the most supportive loving husband in the world and a family in New Zealand that really love me and I’m lucky because although I know my family love me sometimes because they are so far away I forget how much but as soon as I got sick the rallied around me and Jamie to support us, my sister left her family to come and look after mine, my dad and stepmother funded her trip and my mother, brother-in-law, dad and step-mother all organised childcare of my nephew. It was an amazing outpouring of love and I am forever grateful because as I said to my sister I would died without her here. So I the moral of the story is you may not always have your health but you always have the people you love oh and also avoid using the NHS at all costs.
Next time an upbeat, funny post I promise I suspect it may be related to my need to get my pre-pregnancy figure back. I have to go now as the monster has woken up and needs some boob action.
Xxxxx
Ps to all my friends that are thinking of having babies or are pregnant know that my experience was very rare this hardly ever happens and also even if it did happen to you the good bits of having Mac far outweigh any bad bits.
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