Mum vs Baby

Hookhills Village Cherry Pie Fayre The weather was warm, the sun was out with a few clouds around, which was perfect really, especially for the amount of children there. We all like the sun to be shining but in the middle of July that could make it a bit too hot for an afternoon spent solely outside. I know for sure my tiny person would have been grumpy if it had been too hot. I still managed to burn only one shoulder,  never seem to get an even tan. I always end up with half a leg or arm catching the sun and the rest of me is so white I just reflect it!  It was so busy, so many people from around the area and some I didn't recognise. It was so lovely to see a community come together to raise money and enjoy the hard work put into making it a brilliant day. There was stalls, a beer tent, a pimms tent, a stage and lots of activities for the children.  This was the first Cherry Pie Fayre of, I am sure, many. And this was my tiny persons first Fayre experience. Granted,

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?&quo

Party Girl My Gran's birthday party, I had been looking forward to it so much and it didn't fail to be a fantastic evening! With so many family members there and half of which Mia had not met yet. I dressed her in a beautiful pink and blue dress ready to impress. Me and Jamie didn't really need to worry about what we wore because everyone would be looking at her.  From the moment we arrived she was cradled by loving relatives. The smiles she brings to the faces of the people I love was beautiful, I felt so proud and lucky.  Before I knew it I had a list of people requesting they get the next cuddle with our daughter. "Come over to us next, we want a cuddle?" There I was getting ready for my cuddles, but each time they meant my daughter! She was hogging all the attention!!! Where the heck are my cuddles!!!!  Ha - only kidding! From one relative to the next my baby was going from person to person like 'pass the parcel' but she was loving

Who Let The Dogs Out, Who, Who Let me introduce you to my other babies, they have been a bit left out recently, but they have still been my cuddly, friendly, supportive boys.  Since falling pregnant, to bringing home a tiny little human, they have sensed changes and adapted fairly well. Dogs are intelligent animals and are very affectionate, loyal pets.  I read somewhere that dogs can sense you are pregnant, my border collie (Dexter) seemed to have sensed this because he started to change when I walked him. It wasn't until after the changes it clicked in my brain why. One day, he just left my side in the park to run up to a big German Sheppard and bark at him, I had to run over, apologise and put him on his lead. He didn't get aggressive with the dog just barked. It was so out of character and a bit odd. This happened again with another big dog a separate time, then it dawned on me, he was protecting me. He must have sensed the change in me and had started protec

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 stirred or put h