Mum vs Baby

Jab Day The day all mum's dread - jab day! The thought of our tiny person being jabbed and hurt is not something we want our precious bundle of joy to go through, but is necessary to keep them well and healthy.  One day she will understand - actually, no she won't because thankfully she won't remember these first few doses of pain.  I wasn't too worried about taking her for them, me and needles don't mind each other and I feel if I keep the same attitude around her when she receives them then hopefully she will grow up with the same view. First appointment of the day is our six week check up, which is actually at eight weeks (?) and I lug her up the stairs in her car seat to the doctors room. The rate she is growing I won't be able to lift her in it soon!!! I need to start doing some bicep curls (with a glass of wine of course).  The doctor was certainly a character and liked to get to point. Dr - "Does she eat, sleep, see and hear?...

Are You Feeding Her Yourself? No... The dog does it. Don't get me wrong, if I know you then I honestly don't mind being asked that question. Its a common question to ask - not sure why, but apparently it is. If you've had a baby I'm sure you've been asked this many times. The conversation usually goes - Person -"Are you feeding her yourself?" *My brain instantly wants to respond with a sarcastic answer* Me- "No, bottle" Person - "Ah right" Or "That's easier than breast feeding" Or "At least the babies dad can help" That's about as far as it goes, I still don't understand the point in the question, but I still don't mind. Now for the part I do mind. Why do strangers ask me? To me it's a strange thing for a stranger who doesn't even know your name to be asking whether or not I am whipping my boob out for my baby. I always feel like they are going to judge me for ...

Tiny Person Spending time with my baby is a precious moment. Her tiny fingers and toes, her skinny little body and face. Her birth weight was half an ounce over five pounds, so she really was tiny. I had packed everything right for her arrival, sleep suits, vests, hats, nappies and none of them fit! Typical, I spent ages choosing what to pack and it was all huge on her tiny little frame.  The blanket dwarfed her, but the sleep suit dwarfed her even more so. She lived inside the body of it and the arms and legs were unused as she just fell out of them.  I missed her first poop, known as Meconium. While I was in surgery Jamie was giving her the first bottle, he then apparently asked my Mum why he had black gunk all down his arm. You guessed it, our darling child was already doing me proud! She had pooped on her Daddy, I'm just very disappointed that I had not witnessed his expression once he realised.  It was strange not being able to get up when she stirre...