Two Months Old

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly time goes past a) the older you get and b) when you have children.

Someone once said to me, when DS was little, about parenthood “these are the longest days but the shortest years” and she was so true!!!

The days are pretty much a haze of activity from the moment we wake up (well, from the moment DS wakes us up) until I fall into bed.

We are developing a new routine that kind of works, until OH Comes home, then it goes out the window.

This last week Peanut has been asleep by 8 in her SnuzPod giving me enough time to tidy the kitchen and lounge then go to bed myself and it’s been working really well… until last night when OH was home and I’d all went to pot!!! 

Peanut:

I suppose the biggest, most monumental development that’s been made is our little beauty is sleeping through already. To be exact she started doing this on the 27th May, at 6 Weeks of age, with a 7 hour stint and hasn’t done less since. She even squeezed in a 10 hourer one night. I’m astounded and feel very unnerved by it as DS didn’t go longer than 3 hours at this age and that was a good night!

This has come with a minor drawback… I’m worrying now that my supply is reducing and when I got her weighed yesterday she had only put on 4oz since her 6 week review 2 weeks ago (more about this below).

She is now smiling easily and readily and really doesn’t need much encouragement (DS made us work incredibly hard for a glimmer of a smile at this age). Her first smile emerged at about 5 Weeks.

Her latest trick is climbing (standing). She pushes up on our laps with her legs really strongly to get higher up our chests. This girl is not hanging around and is desperate to get on in this world.

She cooing and gurgling beautifully and at the weekend she did her first attempt at a giggle, it made my heart explode a little.

Weight: 4970kg or 10Ib 14oz. 

This is an increase of just 4oz in 2 Weeks. This has meant she has dropped onto the 25th centile line. Health Visitors never like to see babies drop (or dramatically gain) centiles so I have to go back next week to weigh her again. I, and they, are not unduly concerned seeing as she has started sleeping through in this time frame so isn’t getting as much milk but we’ll see what happens next week. 

I’m not worried deep down, but now I’m worrying about my supply and quality of milk… cue me feeding even more now!

Which brings me onto…

Feeding:

Peanut has mastered this brilliantly. I feed her on demand, as is my belief. She only takes what she needs and when she’s had enough she comes off. This is alien after DS who seemed permanently attached to me. We’ve had a couple of large sick-ups which I’ve been caught short on, not being used to it. DS was a very sicky baby so I always had a wad of muslins to hand but Peanut never is so forget to have them close by. On the whole though she keeps it all down and is a very efficient feeder.

Vaccinations: only got an appointment through yesterday (after having to pay £1.50 to collect it from the post office as they hadn’t put the correct stamp on it) and the appointment was for half an hour later so I’ve had to rearrange… 2 bloody weeks!!! Why they can’t do them on a normal appointment I’ll never understand. No, it has to be a Thursday and it has to be in the afternoon… ludicrous.

Me:

Weight: I haven’t been to get weighed again yet. I was going to go this week but DS liked up a fuss about wanting to go to softplay and seeing as he’s kind of been pushed aside slightly since Peanut arrived I thought he benefit more from it than me constantly telling him to be quiet at a meeting. I hope to go next week, though.

 I’m not relishing being told how fat I am. Jelly belly is still horrifically evident and with the sudden temperature increase we have had over the last couple of weeks (forgetting the horrific weather of the last couple of days) this has depressed me considerably. I’ve pulled out all my ‘fat lady’ clothing which, even more depressingly, don’t fit so have had to order a size 14 skirt from Next and am praying that it is loose on me. I don’t deal well with weight gain and having got to my ideal weight just before I fell pregnant I feel even more depressed about it.

I have been loosely following SW plan but find my self control has entered the Bermuda Triangle. The last couple of days I’ve been really strict and just hope I don’t lose it. I need to start attending meetings but it’s just so hard with a toddler (who doesn’t *really* want to be there) and a newborn (is she still classed as newborn?).

Lochia: This finally ceased at 6.5 Weeks post partum.

Linea Nigra: Still horribly visible and filling my belly button so that area just looks like I am one of the great unwashed.

Feeding: Touch wood I have had no issues whatsoever in this department. No mastitis, no blanched nipples, no engorgement (except when she slept 10 hours one night). No leakages (again, except the 10 hotter), they have been working very efficiently. It’s been an absolute dream. Long may it continue.

At the Risk of Tempting Fate…

… it would appear we have a sleeper.

For 4 nights running now Peanut has ‘slept through’ meaning she has slept from 9/10pm until 5/6am. Last night she did a whopping 7pm until 5am… TEN WHOLE HOURS!!!

After DS you can’t begin to understand what a relief this is. DS first slept through after his third birthday, before this he’d wake atleast once, often 2 or 3 times. Now still, at 3.5yo, a sleep through isn’t guaranteed but is, on the whole the norm, thankfully. Even still his day starts from anywhere between 4.30am and 6 (the latter being a rarity). 

To have a sleeper is alien, I actually thought they were an urban myth and the mothers that bragged about them at baby group, complete and utter liars. 

But it’s true.

They exist!!!

It’s official, my 7 week old sleeps better than my 3 year old.

Of course now I’ve said all of this, she’ll never do it again!

6-8 Week Reviews

Last week our baby girl turned 6 weeks. 6 weeks!!! Where on earth did that time go.

This meant it brought about her 6-8 week reviews with both our GP and the HV. 

She saw our GP on Monday 22nd May at 3pm. Luckily OH was actually at home so I didn’t have to take both children with me and could just concentrate on Peanut which was ideal.

This check with the GP is to check for any physical developmental issues regarding Peanut. As you can see from the below photo there are no concerns and she’s scored a ‘Satisfactory’ for all points excluding hearing which of course was done at her Newborn review.


He also had a quick check with me. Asked about my mood, my ‘healing’ and any concerns I may have of which I mentioned the tenderness of my stomach. Did I mention this in previous posts? I think I did. During pregnancy I had a tenderness on my stomach, it was sore to the touch in a particular spot on my abdomen which hadn’t gone away yet and I was concerned I may have split my stomach muscles, a condition known as Diastasis Recti. I have noticed I have a ‘peak’ there and can’t explain how tender it is. Anyway he had a poke around and doesn’t seem to think there’s a problem so to go back in a month or so if it’s the same. 

Of course I forgot to mention the numbness in my hands, I’ve got so used to it now I don’t think about it so now I’ll have to go back again, a right royal pain in the rectum with two children in tow.

So all in all this appointment went like clockwork. No concerns for anyone.

The Health Visitor review was on Friday 26th May at our local Children’s Centre at 9.30am. The timing was perfect as DS was at school so again to focus purely on Peanut.

This visit took about 45 minutes. We discussed Peanut’s development and my own mental health. She also measured and weighed Peanut and I discovered that they do not measure at birth anymore (so my not finding her length wasn’t to do with me developing sudden blindness) as the stretching out of their legs could further aggravate any undiagnosed hip problems… who knew?!

We also discussed things that’ll happen between now and her next review at a year old. Such as weaning, safety when becoming mobile (the usual stairgates, hot liquids, hair straighteners, nappy sacks, rolling off high surfaces; sofas, changing tables and beds), sleep safety and any concerns I may have.

Anyway, developmentally and physically she is doing well.

Peanut:

  • Smiling – Yes
  • Making Eye Contact – Yes
  • Following Movements – Yes
  • Vocalising – Yes
  • Strong Limb Movements – Yes
  • Hands Gripping – Yes
  • Any Hearing Concerns – No
  • Weight – 4.80kg 10Ib 9oz (a nearly 2Ib gain in 3 weeks!) 50th centile 
  • Length – 54.5cm, 50th centile 
  • Head Circumference – 38.3cm, 75th centile 


Me:

No concerns, no low mood, no changes in personal circumstances, no domestic abuse (though I did joke that I was close to it due to usual ignorance 😂).

So there we have it no follow up until she’s a year old but to go to weigh in clinic once a month.

Does this mean she’s now no longer considered a newborn? When does that title change to baby? Hmmm, something to ponder once again 

1 Month Old 

Yesterday our beautiful little girl turned a month old. Such a small amount of time but already I’m cursing time for going too quickly and can’t remember, nor imagine, life without her in it.

The last four weeks have been a whirlwind romance, from the moment I set eyes on her, before I set eyes on her, I was besotted and have fallen deeper and deeper in love with her.

I worried I wouldn’t have enough love to accommodate her aswell as her amazing older brother but I needn’t have worried. It’s true, your heart is like a tardis!

I worried that I would have to ‘borrow’ love from DS to give to Peanut and that my love for him would lessen, as it turns out watching how he dotes on his ‘baby sisty’ has made me love him even more, if that was at all possible.

We are currently settling in to not only life as a family of four, but also into a new family home now that we have finally left our stinky one bed flat. 

Peanut:

Weight: At last week’s weigh in clinic Peanut weighed 8Ib 11oz

After initial concerns about her weight gain we have no worries anymore, she is nicely following the 50th centile.

She has been plagued by a blocked nose pretty much since birth so saline nasal spray is a constant companion

Sleep: Now this is pretty good. DS used to sleep and eat, eat and sleep, ad nauseum pretty much in two hourly cycles. Peanut, on the other hand, since birth has had large amounts of wakeful time which I thought unheard of for a newborn, but also long stints of sleep, especially at night which is a result. The only problem being she can take up to two hours to resettle, whereas DS took half hour to feed and go back to sleep, it occurs to me that you can never win.

Feeding: After an initial wobble where she didn’t patch very well, didn’t seem interested and fed for a small amount of time she’s now come into her own. Her latch is excellent and she comes away when she’s done which DS never did. She clusters late afternoon which is far better for my sanity than late evening. All is well (fingers crossed) with our bfing journey.

Poos: We’ve just had a spate of no poos which isn’t concerning, especially for EBF babies. 4 days she went without going, if you get my drift and since she started going again it is a perfect Dijon mustard consistency and to the point of properly filling the nappy now. It’s lost that newborn flecked appearance.

Me:

Lochia: I am now at the pinky turning yellow part of this delightful stage of post partum recovery.

If you were wondering what the stages were…


Weight: I bit the bullet and went to Slimming World last week and I’m officially back at my starting weight again + 4Ibs… depressing! I also couldn’t have chosen a worst week to attempt to start as moving house has meant 3 nights of takeaways, no lunches, junky breakfasts and lots of sweets, chocolates and biscuits. This week however I’m on it having eaten all the crap that was in the fridge.

Boobs: Are the size of boulders but behaving, no blocked ducts as of yet.

**Posted a week late due to lack of internet.**

Happy Due Day

Today is the day our beautiful little girl should have been due but instead she has been part of our world for 12 whole days.

12 days we’ve loved her, 12 days we have all doted on her, only 12 days and yet already it feels like she’s never not been part of our lives.

Having said all that it’s also been 12 days of an incredible emotional rollercoaster.

Tiredness is crippling, not starting well with having been awake over 29 hours before she even entered the world and trying to establish a routine that suits everyone is really hard, not made any easier by the fact we are all still couped up in a one bedroom flat.

The guilt I feel where DS is concerned can be all consuming at times. I feel he’s constantly being told to be careful around DD, to not be too noisy, to not be too playful, to be more grown up than he is simply because he now has a baby sister and I’m desperate for him to not feel that she is the reason his life is now different.

Don’t get me wrong he is incredible with her. He dotes on her and regularly comes and sits next to her and tells her how much he loves her. He gently rubs her cheek and head when she cries or wakes up. He’s desperate to help in anyway and is fiercely protective of her. When she had her heel prick test he kept either telling the midwife to leave his sisty alone, or hiding under the desk, blocking his ears because he was concerned for her wellbeing and didn’t like to hear her cry.

He’s not once shown any animosity towards her, nor jealousy, just love and affection and I couldn’t be prouder of him. 

I thought I would struggle to find enough love to share between the two of them, I never thought for a moment I could love him any more than I already did but there it is, mounting up like a volcano ready to explode.

I’m hoping as I recover more fully, my hormones settle down and OH is back at work things will start slipping into place.

Sleep:

Barring the less than ideal sleeping arrangements if trying to get four of us asleep in the same room without one or the other waking the rest up she actually does good. 

Peanut and I sleep in the lounge and although settling her in her crib is hit or miss when she is asleep (what’s new) she has massive blocks of sleep throughout the night, waking between 2 and 3 times.

Feeding:

She was actually a bit slow on the uptake where feeding is concerned which was totally different to DS but she’s getting there. She doesn’t feed for as long as DS did and doesn’t tend to suckle for comfort either which is different too. That being said she didn’t gain any weight in the 3 days between heel prick test and MW sign off at 10 days but she didn’t seem overly concerned.

Me:

Barring hormones and tiredness I’m doing ok. I’m recovering well all the usual birthing aches and pains have now subsided. Stitches are still a little tender but not as painful. Grazing had now cleared up and piles have subsided greatly. Boobs are holding out ok so far and no real issues since when my milk first came in and DD wasn’t draining them properly.

I’ll be happier when we get some sort of routine established but I’m figuring that may take a little more time and won’t be able to properly do until OH is back at work and working away again which is next week. I’m not entirely sure as to whether I’m looking forward to it or dreading it, I wish I had some form of support network but then I’ve always wished that and it’s something that I can’t have so just need to ‘man-up’ and get on with it.

It won’t last forever and I know that it’ll be a blink of an eye before DD is DS’ age and he will be at school and I’ll be yearning for these early days once more and wishing I could do it all over again.



Day Six

Midwife rang this morning, finally, and asked that we go up to see her at midday for the Day 5 (go figure) heel prick test and other matters.

DD was feeding when the ‘deed’ was done and it didn’t go down too well. DS barely reacted but he bled well so minimal intervention was required, DD on the other hand wasn’t giving up her claret easily meaning lots of foot squeezing which just added insult to injury. DS wasn’t impressed at all that the MW had hurt his sisty and either put a protective hand on her head, told the MW to stop or hid under the table blocking his ears… he is such a caring little boy it makes my heart bleed.

After the appointment we went up to the Garden Centre for lunch and softplay. Afterwards we did their Easter Clue Hunt and DS won a Teddy and some chocolate eggs.

Baby:

She did good last night. Cluster fed from about 2030-2300 but then slept until 3 then from 4-6. I’d forgotten how draining cluster feeding is.

Umbilical site looks good.

Nappies still urite clear and she’s having plenty of wet nappies and passing plenty of stools.

Weight: 7Ib 15oz meaning she has dropped half of what they consider normal, this is good considering she barely fed for the first couple of days.

Me:

Woke with enormous feet again. Need to suss out this sleeping malarkey to prevent this.

Bleeding minimal now, turning watery and slowing down

MW checked stitches and all is knitting well down there, barring one small area hence the discomfort.

Usual questions were asked to assess for PND and a revelation hit… she asked whether I had a wobble when my milk came in to which I replied no, then it occurred to me that this was the same night I broke down because of my guilt over DS, so that explains that massive wobble.

On the subject of mood I am actually ok, despite being tired and sore I’m absolutely fine. Probably helped by the amazing weather we’ve been privvy too. It’s nice to get out and about for walks with the whole family.

Visitors: Granny and Grandad 

Day Five

It’s Good Friday today so we decided to have a family outing to a local(ish) Easter Egg Hunt at a garden centre in Lifton. Met up with Gemma and her family and Kate and hers so it was a fantastic day for the kids.

It was brilliant. DS had such an amazing time, he loved the tractor and trailer ride and excitedly ran around the woods collecting the eggs. DD spent the time sleeping in her carrier barring one woodland feed break. 

The journey home however was interesting as she decided that was the time to have a cluster feed, so three stops and 2 hours later we managed to travel the 40 minute journey home.

On arrival we had a visit from OHs work colleague who bought an Easter egg for DS and a cutie little dress and legging set for DD, her very first dress!

Baby: 
Normal poos at last 

Umbilical hanging on by a thread… came off by evening… yay! DS is so desperate to help change her nappy and we’re waiting for the cord to heal before letting him loose.

Cluster feeding has taken hold and I’d forgotten how exhausting it is.

Me:


The hunger has started, oh my word. To the point of the shakes and sweats and I NEED to eat.

Still moderate bleeding

Grazing appears to have gone, atleast it doesn’t sting to pee anymore, though stitches site still appears sore.

Piles, well let’s just say they’re still causing issues

Legs have finally stopped aching and the only residual ache I now have are in my shoulders and hand where the cannula had caused a significant bruise

Cold still going strong

Still thoroughly enjoying having thick hair and strong nails

I settled DS at bedtime tonight which was good for both us, I feel so guilty at the moment as he has been my main focus for 3.5 years and now suddenly I barely have time for a cuddle.

Visitors: Paul (OH’s work colleague), Granny and Grandad

Day Four

Still no contact from the midwives.

Met up with the in-laws for brunch at our favourite cafe.

Big news of day is that we announced Peanut’s name. I desperately wanted it to be finalised today as it’s the anniversary of my mums death and finally pinned OH down to settling on it.

He’s been so childish about the whole announcement thing and finally discovered it’s because everyone is pushing for the name so he was fighting against them. I informed him that we can’t keep it secret forever and what he’s doing is ridiculous and I want to register her before she’s 18. Our friend Kate was here at the time so she was the first to officially know (Auntie and Gemma knew the name a while ago but it wasn’t set in stone)

Baby:

Still passing Meconium poos.

Cluster feeding has started but thankfully it’s early evening so bareable, plus this means she’s sleeping fairly decent blocks of sleep through the night.

Umbilical cord still attached.

Still suffering from mild jaundice so am putting her to sleep by the window whilst the weather isn’t great.

Me: 

My milk is most definitely in. My boobs have gone from a C cup to a FF in like 12 hours. She isn’t feeding like DS did so I feel extremely engorged so am massaging them regularly to try and decrease risks of blocked ducts, they are so tender and of course this means I’m banging them a LOT. A bit worried as to why she isn’t feeding but she is having plenty of wet nappies so I’m going by that for now.

Had a massive emotional wobble last night as I went in to transfer DS into bed whilst he slept and sat on his bed sobbing because I miss spending those last few minutes of his day talking to him and cuddling him and singing to him until he falls asleep. I feel awfully guilty that he is now no longer my soul focus, I feel sorry for him. He’s such a kind and lovely little boy, so kind and caring and has handled all this in such an amazing way I’m blown away and can’t help but feel an element of grief for what he has now lost. Ridiculous I know, just can’t seem to help it.

Still aching like crazy and working on my pelvic floor.

Blood flow, medium to heavy.

Visitors: Kate, Granny and Grandad

Day Three

Not a lot done today. Just a day of trying to rest whilst doing the washing and other dull household chores. It’s at times like this my Mum would be here doing it all for me so I could rest but hey ho, have to stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, I’m on my own and need to just accept that and get on with it. You should feel very lucky if you have parents that help you out with your children because it’s bloody hard when you don’t have a support network, bloody hard!

OH took DS swimming for a couple of hours meaning I could get some rest (catching up on laundry, housework and phonecalls namely).

Am amazed we have only had 1 card so far and that was from Gemma. It is true what they say about second babies… nobody seems to give a hoot, except us of course.

Visitors included Gemma bearing more gifts, Caroline, Granny and grandad. 

Baby:

Thanks to the urites and my panic feeding DD cluster fed all day today thus bringing my milk in. So much easier to deal with in the day unlike DS who did it at night. By the last nappy change of the day it was urite free!!!

This meant she didn’t have a bad night at all, unlike DS her turn around is a lot longer, but she’s not waking as often. Not sure which way I prefer it to be fair.

Umbilical cord drying out slowly

First top and tail today went down like a lead balloon, she did NOT find it enjoyable despite the best efforts of DS to distract her. He’s such a sweetheart.

Me: 

Another successful poo down. Piles still horrific so just letting nature take it’s course, so to speak

Stitches and grazes are stinging like crazy so am having to sluice with water at the same time as peeing to ease the pain.

Woke up with really swollen feet, due to sleeping upright on sofa, will try and remember to elevate legs in future.

Muscles still feeling the labour. Arms, shoulders and legs still horrifically fatigued. Jaw ache has dissipated though.

Blood flow still medium to heavy.

Day Two

The first night at home was interesting and needs some work to improve things, namely sleeping arrangements. This isn’t ideal with four of us in one bedroom so I ended up, fairly early, on the sofa with DD in Moses basket whilst OH and DS stayed in bedroom. This is far from ideal and means I’ll be sleeping on the sofa which won’t aid my healing process in the slightest.

Got fed up waiting for a phone call from the MW so took DS out. We popped into OHs work first to show off the children to the office who all doted on her, and paid extra attention to DS so he didn’t feel left out at all, ironically he didn’t like this and just wanted to be left alone with me and Daddy’s office chair. 

After this we went and had lunch and a play at softplay where DS ran off his energy. Every child that was in there he introduced himself too and wanted to tell them he had a baby sister, my heart broke because none of them were interested (being toddlers themselves) and just kept ignoring his pleas to just come and have a look. He was getting so frustrated about it and I could VERY nearly have cried. Why are children such knobs? I just wanted them to acknowledge what he was saying to them instead of staring blankly back at him. Gah, my hormones!

Got home about 3 to find 2 missed calls from MW, finally got to speak to her at about 4.30, not that it was one of our midwives of course.

She said that their contact with a second baby is less than the first but that they would atleast ring everyday to check all was well and my MW would be in touch to organise Day 5 heel prick test.

Visitors: Granny and Grandad

Baby:

She is doing ok, latching on well but still not feeding for long despite my best encouragement techniques, she is only having 1-2 wet nappies a day too but she is pushing through the meconium so won’t panic, just yet!

Looking a little jaundice today so will endeavour to get her in the sun to break it up a bit.

Got totally freaked out today about the amount of discharge DD has and also found blood in her nappy, convinced myself she somehow got thrush from me, or something worse until I googled it and found that this is all totally normal in female babies, apparently the blood is like a little period because she has so many of my hormones in her system.

Cue relief.

By the end of the day she had orange bits in her nappy which I discovered, on googling, were urate crystals due to dehydration!!!! Cue me panic feeding every hour!

Me:


Still brutally sore. All limbs and joints ache plus cold has stepped up a gear which is like adding insult to injury.

Passed a blood clot last night of significant size and since this my stitches are causing me a fair amount of discomfort. Told MW but she said even if I’d popped a stitch they wouldn’t do anything and left it at that!!!!

Despite diligent use if Lansinoh my nipples are chapping, this baby has very sharp little gums.

Diligently working on my pelvic floor in the hope that it won’t feel like my womb or bowel (or both) is going to drop out of me at the slightest jolt or cough.

Still get quite painful contractions on feeding but am well aware that this is totally normal and trying to convince myself that it isn’t an affection lol.