When 3 become 4…

So here we are… it’s only been 6 months since my last post where I enamoured over how I was set on making time to indulge in writing a blog, something I’ve wanted to do for years.  But then that little old thing called life took over and here we are 6 months later with a new addition to the family and a brand new routine where I can finally make time for myself to get this blog off the ground – YAY!

What’s happened in the last 6 months, I hear you ask! Well, my pregnancy wasn’t the smoothest.  There were definitely no glowy skin moments, no radiance or glamour.  I had the worst sickness for 5 months and felt like a hefty ol’ elephant by the time I 7 months in.  Then everything changed in, what felt like, the blink of an eye on 4 June 2018.  It actually started on 3 June when I noticed that my baby hadn’t moved quite as much as she usually did.  I made a point of monitoring movements over the next 12 hours but by 8am the next morning I was pretty concerned so I rang our maternity unit who advised I should go in, but there was no need to rush.  So I dropped child #1 at school and we made our way to the hospital.  After an hour of monitoring we were told it would be best for us to move to the labour ward as they weren’t happy with the baby’s heart rate.  We’d just spent the last 4 weeks doing a hypnobirthing course (which I totally recommend and will write about v soon!) so this was a massive shock as we’d planned a lovely relaxed water birth in the birth centre!  So away we went, we signed consent forms for all sorts including an emergency c-section should it be needed later in the day.  Little did we know that a mere 70 minutes later the midwives would be prepping me for theatre to get our baby out as fast as they could; her heart rate had dropped worryingly low twice in 20 minutes and they made the decision to bring her into the world.  Minnie June Frances B crash landed into our lives at 1.42pm on 4 June 2018 at 36 weeks and 3 days.  She was the teeniest little thing I’d ever seen and after some help with her breathing she was finally brought over for cuddles.  Then after the longest 5 days in the world we were finally allowed to come home to start our lives as a family of 4.

3 whole months has passed since then and that tiny little string bean is now a chunky 13lb feeding and smiling machine.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, we’ve had some bloody awful days/weeks and all of our plans to exclusively breastfeed/ cloth nappy/ give no dummy have grown little tiny wings and flown right out of the window.  Again, this is something I’ll post about soon but while writing this what I realise is, you know what?  I’ve actually pretty much come to terms with the fact that things haven’t gone to plan (dun dun dunnn) because I’m happy, our little girl is happy and she’s healthy and thriving.  There’s so much pressure on new mums these days that it’s hard to feel like you’re living up to this media-driven image of the ‘perfect mum’.  I’ll be the first to say I love a pyjama day with blankets and snuggles aplenty; where the dishes pile up and the housework is left untouched.  These moments are good for the soul and now that my eldest is almost 13 and refuses a hug, I’ve learnt to cherish them.

So I just wanted to update you guys with the reason for my very lengthy absence and obvs will take any opportunity to share a baby snap!  I’m currently working on blog posts about the baby items I genuinely couldn’t (probably could if I absolutely had to) live without, and also some post-baby clothing pieces that I love, so keep your eyes peeled if you fancy a bit of that 🙂

I can see a little face peeping at me from her chair so I’m off to make silly noises at her squishy smiley little face.