SLOW DOWN TIME.
I fear it’s going so much faster this time round and Peanut isn’t helping things by doing stuff she shouldn’t be doing yet. It makes me want to weep.
Every stage in a child’s development is ace and as you’re going through them you think “yup, this is my favourite”, even if it brings with it tantrums and answering back, the sheer joy of watching your baby/toddler/child develop new skills obliterates those ‘tricky’ bits associated with their progression. However, I’ll always treasure those newborn days the most and we have most definitely bid farewell to Peanut’s so that’s it for newborns in my world 😦
This month we started baby massage. I did this course with Noah and it’s such a lovely way of connecting with baby, though having DS hanging off me at the same time means I can’t quite devote all my attention to her currently. Another mum is there with her new son who was on the course with me before only with her middle child. It’s like we’ve stepped back in time.
Smiling and Laughing:
It never takes much effort to make Peanut smile, that dimple is readily shown off and she is fast heading towards giggling. She is definitely making laughing attempts but it still sounds more like a barking than a giggle.
Her grasp is vice like and once she’s got hold she won’t let go in a hurry, this is usually my hair, or on the odd scary occasion my loop earrings.
She loves nothing better than being sat up and is even desperate to weight bear in a standing position.
She is blowing bubbles like crazy and pretty much wetting all her tops in ten minutes flat because of it.
Back shuffling is a nightmare especially when changing her nappy, she’ll travel off the thing just as you’re attempting to do it up, I thought I had another few months before nappy changes became a mission. In her SnuzPod she’ll try and do a 180 degree turn and probably would if she had more room, we often find her wedged diagonally across the crib and bunched up right at the bottom.
At the risk of tempting fate she’s a blissfully happy and content baby. Rarely she cries unless excessively tired and very ready to greet you with a smile.
She loves her bathtime and getting dried and ready for bed under her Noah’s Ark mobile whilst I sing ‘The Animals Go In 2 by 2′, the combination make her quite giddy.
She has now gone through the first leap, Patterns and is now totally mesmerised by anything with a pattern meaning she is quite entertained when in her pram due to the patterns inside and is now happy to play on her activity mat (a godsend). However she still prefers being on the rug her granny made her with a “That’s not my…” book and her toys propped up in front of her. She isn’t one for lying in her basket staring at the ceiling, she much prefers being in the thick of it which is a challenge when DS is cantering around the living room pretending to be a highway man.
We are heading into the second leap which is the world of Smooth Transitions this week.
Her sleep continues to amaze me. She is still doing atleast a 7 hour stint at night, often 8 and sometimes even 10 or 12. Napping during the day is more challenging, on the other hand. Between DS waking her up and me having to wake her to drag her to DS’ groups etc it’s difficult to form any sort of definite routine.
Currently she’ll wake in the morning, feed then have a nap. Then the rest of the day is pretty much trying to get her to nap when and where we can. Unfortunately putting her in the SnuzPod in our room doesn’t always provide much joy due to all the builders outside so I really need to sort her cot out so she can nap in her room at the back of the house (need to repaint cot when next hot spell arrives).
Weight: 12Ib 9oz
All in all everything is going ok with me. I’m still feeling guilty about not spending the time with DS that I used to and not dedicating time to Peanut either. It’s a constant juggle and one I’m still trying to master. Needless to say I spend no time on me but hey, it’s not forever, right?
Have felt a bit low this last week or so but have put down to hormones, I’ve felt decidedly ‘periody’ which sent OH into a panic and resulted in him purchasing a pregnancy test (don’t fret, it was negative) and it got me thinking… not that I want two under 1! But that I’ll miss not ever being pregnant or having another child again. As always happens with me and the people I seem to become friends with, when they’re down I try everything to pick them up, when I’m down I don’t see anyone for dust. In fact they go as far as totally ignoring me. Have spent a lot of time chatting to my friends from home (the ones that have been there since school) and I realise how much I miss home.
Hair is falling out now and I’m often found unravelling it from around Peanuts fingers and toes.
I started slimming world seriously this month and have managed to lose, despite having 6 HEAs and knowing I hang onto weight whilst breastfeeding. It’s slow at 2Ib in the first week, and only 1 last week but it’s losses so I’m thinking it’ll be a case of slow and steady will win the race.
Linea Nigra is still evident. Pelvic floor is getting there but I have been incredibly slack with my exercises this time round, having said that I can be trusted to sneeze but wouldn’t guarantee a trampoline session would end well.
My core is horrific but I’m planking everyday to try and make a start on it’s repair. I really need to make some time to do some yoga but currently find I’m doing something with the house when I have a rare child free time (I say child free, that’s when DS is at school and Peanut asleep)
Weight: 10 st 8.5 Ib
**Sorry for 8 day delay in posting, it’s been manic lately**