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Outfit of the week

In the search for some new breastfeeding friendly clothes, I stumbled upon the website Shein. Stylish, on trend clothes and very reasonably priced. 

I’m still waiting for the haul of things to arrive (the two downsides I’ve found so far is, your items come sporadically and take a very long time to arrive). But so far I am loving this T shirt. 

I wore it with high waisted jeans and a vest underneath so I could feed by pulling the tshirt over and the vest down. Oh and my Adidas sandals. And I felt great wearing it πŸ™‚ 

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Outfit of the weekΒ 

As the weather has been so unpredictable and cold lately I’ve had to dig out clothes from my autumn/winter wardrobe. Summer hurry up please. 

This black jumpsuit from Asos (from the Asos White collection) is perfect for this weather and really really easy to feed in as it has a zip down front. I wore a tshirt underneath for OUOD (one up one down) for even more discrete feeding. Oh and I’m still loving my current favourite mum shoes, my leather converses 😍.


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Welcoming baby number 2.. my birth storyΒ 

With my first baby, we were in the midst of renovating and moving house so I was in no rush for my monkey to make an appearance. Well this time being heavily pregnant with a toddler (who had just learnt to walk), and being more ‘prepared’ (if that’s even possible), meant that I was counting down the arrival of my little munchkin from around 36 weeks pregnant…Do not listen to people who tell you second babies arrive sooner, it will only make you feel disheartened, and the wait feel even longer!

I laboured at home for the majority of my last labour and coped well with a ‘mama’ tens machine and bouncy ball. I got to hospital when I was 9cm dialated which I was quite chuffed about.. so surely second time round was going to be even easier.. or so I thought!

My contractions started on Friday evening but they were short, only lasting around 30 seconds, and very bearable. So much so I managed to sleep okay at night, but woke in the early hours as the pain was increasing and then didn’t go back to sleep. I now know this was a bad idea and I should have got as much sleep as possible…

My husband was home and my mum and sister had come over, so my monkey was well taken care of for the day. I spent the day upstairs, out of sight of my toddler, catching up on eastenders with my tens machine on and half heartedly using the bouncy ball. I kept thinking that the contractions were no way near as bad as last time, but put this down to the fact that last time I experienced back labour and it killed.

By the evening, the frequency and pain had intensified but was still very manageable. But, having had them for 24 hours at this point, I was convinced I must be almost ready for labour, as surely labour second time round is supposed to be quicker?! My contractions were every 3-4 minutes so off we went to hospital to be examined. After allll that, I was a measley 2cm dialated! I was gutted, although I was laughing and joking through the contractions so should have expected it really. The midwife did say that although I was only 2cm, my cervix had thinned out considerably and was in a good position (not posterior if I remember correctly) so I had ‘done all the hard work already’. She said she thought I’d be back by 1am and I’d have a baby by the morning… hmm. So at around 10pm we left the hospital in search of some nice food.

It was not our lucky night and we drove around for over an hour as everywhere we went had ran out of what we wanted or were no longer doing take aways. We settled for a greasy burger and chips and went home to eat it. My contractions were still bearable but were a lot more painful. I had stopped timing at this point as I was just getting disheartened…

I had just finished my greasy meal and was enjoying my coke (sat on my bouncy ball) talking of getting some sleep, when out of nowhere I heard something rupture in my belly followed by a huge gush. My waters had broke, it was horrible, the water kept coming! It was literally like you see in the movies and so unexpected as last time only my front waters broke, until the very end when I was too out of it to notice. Luckily mum and my sister cleared it up, helped me change clothes and off we went back to the hospital.

We joked that we had a mystic midwife as it was exactly 1am when we returned, just like she predicted. My contractions had really intensified now and I was in A LOT of pain. But when she examined me I was only 3cm.. I was SO disheartened, I felt ready to push and had contractions less than a minute apart. I wasn’t allowed to stay in the delivery suite, and could have no pain relief. Apparently even if I wanted paracetamol I would need to be admitted on to a ward… no thanks.

I really didn’t want to leave, and the midwife tried her best to let me stay, but the strict rules meant I had to leave again. I literally wouldn’t leave the room so eventually she suggested that we took a walk around the hospital for an hour then came back. So we walked for five minutes back to the waiting room, where I then told my husband and sister that I wasn’t walking anymore and didn’t want to get into the car and go back home as I was in far too much pain and this baby was coming soon.

We stayed in the waiting room for around 40 minutes while I experienced the worse contractions. I had given up on my tens machine a long time ago so was relying on my sister and husband to rub my back through the contractions. I was getting fed up of going backwards and forwards so I decided we would go back to see if my labour had progressed and if it hadn’t I’d accept it finally, and we would go home and wait it out there.

I could barely walk back to the delivery suite, and when we got there and Betty (my midwife) finally examined me (a long time after we arrived as she said she wasn’t going to this time she just wanted to observe me), I was FULLY DILATED! Woohoo! I felt like saying I told you so, but I knew it wasn’t Betty’s fault, she had tried to let me stay.

Straight away I asked for gas and air, but Betty, (and another midwife who suddenly appreared out of nowhere) said no! Great! They told me I really needed to push and get the baby out… so I tried my best, I could feel a sense of panic in the room so tried to focus on finally meeting my baby, which helped me push. Both midwives stayed in the room which added to the panic and they called for a resus kit… I knew I had to push this baby out and quickly, and 15 minutes later my beautiful baby boy was born. I laugh when I read my hospital notes as I was technically only admitted for 15 minutes… but that’s because I spent almost an hour in the corridor before hand!

My poor little munchkin was very blue and didn’t cry on his arrival but I was told he was fine… he had the umbilical chord stuck around his neck, hence the panic I had picked up on, but we got him out nice and quickly so all was fine. My baby latched on straight away but I was so tired that I was falling asleep whilst he had the world’s longest feed. I kept nodding off, only to be rudely awoken by somebody stiching me up (great another tear, I thought, how unlucky am I). I had lost a lot of blood so was told to shower up then get some rest but that I would be going home by lunchtime.

I couldn’t wait to get home, baby was checked over and given the all clear so now I was just waiting on a blood test and then we could leave. I waited hours and hours for the test and finally had it late afternoon, to be told at 8pm that I had to stay overnight as I had lost a lot of blood and was at risk of a blood clot. I was gutted, I wanted to get home and I knew my toddler would be missing me. I was cheered up a little by the Nando’s the husband hand delivered to the hospital (a Nando’s post labour is turning into a tradition). All was well the next day and we were able to go home and spend some time as a family of four 😍😍.

My beautiful baby boy was born on Sunday 18th February at 4.48am, weighing 7 lbs and 4 oz (much bigger than we were expecting)… I am now officially outnumbered by my 3 boys πŸ’™.

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39 week bumpdate..

Okay, so by now I really really thought baby would have made an appearance! Don’t listen to people who tell you second babies come earlier, it’s nonsense! 

I’m so eager to meet my baby and have them here with us now.. I’m anxious about the labour and want it out of the way, plus it’s getting increasingly hard to look after an active toddler being SO pregnant! I think I’m kidding myself thinking it’s going to get any easier once baby arrives though.. I’ll have to let you know.. 

Having been on maternity leave for two weeks now, I think I have finally completed my ‘to do’ list of everything I wanted to before baby arrives, so I am all prepared! Although it’s really surreal as mentally I don’t think I’ve actually prepared myself for actually having another baby here with us, sounds strange I know but I can’t explain it. I can’t imagine another baby that isn’t Sami, that doesn’t look like Sami, or act like Sami. Also I don’t want to devastate him when he realises the ‘baba’ that he kisses and cuddles daily, is going to share mummy’s attention with him.. he is still very much a mummy’s boy. I just keep thinking he will thank me in the long term. 

I literally feel like I’m just waiting for baby CONSTANTLY which is so different to last time as I was wanting baby to stay put until our house was ready and we were all moved in. The waiting is horrible! And I’m too tired to really make the most of this time, plus I’m so exhausted from looking after my little monkey and keeping everything in the house ticking along. Anyway enough of me rambling on, here’s my 39 week bumpdate: 

Total weight gain: 1 stone 2 pounds.. still barely put on anything this pregnancy, I’m still mainly all bump. By 39 weeks last time I was a swollen mess πŸ˜‚

How big is the baby
: I’m not sure exactly (not that they really know anyway) but my midwife tells me the baby has had a growth spurt in the last fortnight and has grown loads. Maybe we won’t have a teeny tiny 5 pounder this time! 

Sleep
: Since baby dropped about 2 weeks ago, I’m finding it much easier to sleep, finally πŸ™‚ but I still wake regularly for the loo.. every pregnant women’s nightmare I think! 

Belly button: still in just about but verryyy stretched 


Stretch marks:
babies growth spurt has resulted in me finally getting some stretch marks! Kinda sucks but never mind. 

Maternity clothes: apart from maternity leggings I’m still kidding myself that my normal clothes fit so am living in my ‘normal’ clothes’ although haven’t been pregnant/ breastfeeding for the last 28 months I don’t feel I have any ‘normal’ clothes anymore.. a shopping spree is deffo in order post baby πŸ˜„

Favourite moment this week: dropping my little monkey to nursery this morning and he just ran off (did I mention he’s a proper walker now??), didn’t even turn to say bye! We’ve come a longggg way from crying every morning for almost 3 months. Makes such a difference! 

Cravings: still don’t believe in pregnancy cravings although I do always want salty food right now! 

Labour signs: none, absolutely ZERO!

Most looking forward to: the tea and toast post labour in hospital πŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ‘ŒπŸΌ and my babies meeting for the first time.. 


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What’s in my hospital bag?Β 

So this week I finally did the one thing I’ve been avoiding.. I packed my hospital bag! Or rather, my hospital bags, as just like last time I have a bag for me and a bag for the baby…

Last time I did loads of research and spent loads of time deciding what to pack. I stayed in hospital for 24 hours and used barely any of it and the one thing I wanted I hadn’t packed.. my phone charger lol! 

As I have a habit of overpacking, this time I went through my old list and made a new list of what I feel are the essentials.. the hospital is five minutes from home so if we end up staying longer etc then I’m not worried.

What’s inside my bag? 

For labour:

  • Hair bobbles 
  • Bikini top and a baggy tshirt (hoping for a water birth)
  • Water spray.. I got the Avenue Eau thermale spray from boots 
  • Lip balm.. gas and air makes your lips dry! 
  • Snacks (will sort this on the day)
  • Hospital notes 
  • Tens machine
  • Camera
  • Phone charger 

For my hospital stay:

  • A cotton dressing gown.. it gets so hot on the wards so I didn’t want a full blown robe
  • Slippers.. the hospital bathroom facilities are yucky! 
  • A nightie.. I’ve packed one with buttons for easy feeding
  • PJ’s.. again I’ve packed buttoned down pjs. And grabbed a Β£12 bargain from Boux Avenue. I like warm pjs, but if you don’t and the wards are warm, they have nightie versions too πŸ™‚ 
  • An outfit to go home in.. leggings and a baggy top! 
  • Socks
  • Towel 
  • Toiletries.. miniatures of things I use daily for my face/hair 
  • Toothbrush
  • Deodorant 
  • Hands, face and body wipes
  • Knickers.. including disposable maternity briefs 
  • Disposable breast pads 
  • Lanisoh 
  • Nursing bra’s 

I’m rather pleased with how it’s all fit nicely into a small weekend bag. I don’t feel as though I’ve overpacked this time:) 

What’s inside my babies bag?

The most exciting part about my babies bag is the bag itself. I treated myself to a new changing bag and went for the Tiba + Marl Elwood in quilted black. So excited to use this! It’s so nice that I’m almost thinking it’s too nice to take to the hospital and may repack! Here’s what’s inside:

  • 4 sleepsuits.. I’ve gone for some newborn, and some early/tiny baby as Sami was teeny tiny
  • 4 vests 
  • Nappies x 10
  • Cotton pads (I use cotton wool and water for nappy changes)
  • Water wipes 
  • Handful of nappy sacks
  • Travel size sudocrem
  • 2 disposable change mats 
  • Socks 
  • Hats x 2
  • Scratch mitts x 2
  • Going home outfit 
  • Snow suit 
  • Blanket 

In addition these are my must have’s for labour.. 

  1. A tens machine.. they are literally amazing. My last labour was back to back and I used it alllll day and night until I left for hospital 
  2. A ball to bounce on. I had a bright green davina one and bounced through my contractions
  3. Water spray
  4. Lip balm
  5. Snacks

Last time I used the tens machine and bouncy ball to get me to 9cm dilated at home, hoping they’ll be as useful this time. 

    All of that fits so nicely in my lovely new mum bag.. it’s all starting to feel so real now and a huge weight has been lifted now that I know my bags are ready. I keep telling my husband that the baby is coming soon, but he’s not convinced. For now it’s a waiting game..

    My labour ‘must haves’
    My cute new Boux Avenue pj’s
    My new mum bag 😍😍😍

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    My post baby ‘coming home’ wish list..Β 

    Last time I gave birth we were so focused on getting the house and everything ready for the babies arrival,  I didn’t think much about after the labour and coming home! 

    So, this time I have put together a short wish list of things I’d like to come home to.. My husband is more than likely never going to read this, so I’ll be relying on my wonderful sister to pass the message on πŸ™‚ 

    So here is what I’d like to come home to: 

    1. A freshly made bed.. preferably with the pregnancy pillow washed and hidden away somewhere, I’m so fed up of it I don’t want to see it for a LONG time. 
    2. A fully stocked fridge/ snack cupboard.. if I remember right I had no real appetite last time but snacked on a lot of fruit. Some nice refreshing drinks would be nice too πŸ‘πŸΌ
    3. A clean and tidy house 
    4. A gift! Preferably diamonds or sapphires πŸ˜‹.. last time I hinted and hinted to my husband for a gift and got absolutely zilch! Not even flowers, a card or chocolates. Luckily my wonderful sister and cousin L spoilt me rotten with beautiful jewellery. 
    5. My monkey.. and this is the most important one. Hoping to come home to a happy, well fed, and well slept little monkey. It’s the first time he will be left without me so I am quite anxious about this! 

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      That’s one small step for man.. one giant leap for our household..

      Something I’ve not really written about (and it’s not been intentional I’ve just been too busy to update and write about everything I’ve wanted to in the last few months) is my little monkeys slow progress when it comes to walking. 

      I’m so fed up of hearing the words.. “is he walking yet”.. people ask in such a way that you feel like you’re failing as a parent, not that something like walking is a reflection of you as parents or even signifies any kind of intelligence or developmental ability of your child. All babies walk eventually! It’s a question that I find so annoying but often respond with, “No, but he makes up for it when it comes to talking”. And that response is me being defensive, like I have something to prove.. stupid I know! 

      Well anyway, I’ve spent my ENTIRE pregnancy carrying a toddler around as my monkey has had no interest in walking whatsoever. So it’s just typical that as I reach 37 weeks pregnant, Sami has decided to walk! And it’s so lovely to see, and he’s so proud of himself! He still needs to gain some confidence and get a better balance but he’s loving walking around the house taking lots and lots of steps, we will have a pro walker in no time! If you ask me I’ve had it easy for 19 months as I can see how life is going to get so much harder with an active toddler and a baby πŸ˜‚. 

      I have had some concerns with his feet as he doesn’t lay them flat and we have waited months and months for an appointment with a specialist, only for an appointment date to finally come.. on my due date! Typical! I guess this is just the first of many situations where we are going to have conflicting priorities with Sami and the new baby, and I’m sure we will find a way to make it all work.. or maybe that’s just the optimist in me. I’ll have to let you know in a few months time πŸ™‚ 

      So anyway, all you mums out there who are feeling rubbish because your baby doesn’t walk, or crawl, or sit, or talk, or eat, or god forbid sleep through the night yet.. they will when they are ready (so cliched I know but also so true). Sometimes we just need to take a step back, put things into perspective and ignore negatively from others… 

      I have no actual photos of him walking yet..
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      The end is near.. 35 week bumpdate

      I’ve been pretty quiet updating my blog as we’ve spent the last few weeks sick with coughs, colds and generally feeling ill. We get better for a day or so, before catching another bug. The worse part is, your limited in medication when your pregnant. So yes, I’ve been feeling very sorry for myself lately, and my little monkey who despite being ill too is still in good spirits and full of energy. I’m lucky enough to have my family around to help, as there was one week I literally couldn’t get out of bed, and typically that was the week I had annual leave from work.. talk about timing. 

      So anyway, we made it to 35 weeks! I’m starting to feel like the baby could make an appearance at any time, so am frantically trying to get my house in order while I can. In other words, nesting has well and truly kicked in! 

      Those of you who have read my blog for a while will know we moved into our home the day I went into labour with Sami, therefore I never got to unpack and organise our things properly. I was very lucky to have my sister unpack everything for me, but with Sami never spending more than a few hours apart from me until he was 14 months old in September (exclusively breastfed and a bottle refuser), I never had the time to organise the house. When he finally gained independence and started nursery, I went back to work three days a week, and did not want to spend my days off doing chores..

      I have spent the last week frantically getting all these jobs done. My kitchen cupboards are now super organised, my (many wardrobes) are organised and decluttered, Sami’s wardrobes have been reorganised to make space for the babies clothes and I’ve tackled the walk in wardrobe. I’m feeling a lot less stressed about the house situation but still really need to start preparing for this little baby that will be with us imminently! I still have to pack a hospital bag, and need to get some clothes ready and washed! 

      We haven’t brought a single thing for this baby as we’re hoping to use most of the things we already have. However, I do need to get a few things, so that’s next on the to do list once my hospital bag is packed. Whenever I get a little stressed at the situation, I just think back to last time and the fact my husband was assembling our bed, the crib and all other essentials as I was in Labour, whilst our carpets where being laid and our possessions were being unloaded from the removal van. It can’t possibly be any worse this time! We have a crib, we have Nappies and clothes, and breast milk on tap! That’s all the essentials covered! 

      So anyway I’ve turned this into an essay already, here’s my 35 week bump update…

      Total weight gain: 1 stone 1 pound! Hardly put anything on this pregnancy but I was a stone heavier to begin with

      How big is the baby: No idea, but bump is measuring as 32 weeks, so we may have a baby that is even tinier than Sami was

      Sleep: Still not had a full nights sleep since Sami was born. Baby number two wakes me with kicks, or I can’t get comfy, or I need the loo. On top of this I have been experiencing extreme itchiness, which is worse at night. Lucky me..(itchiness in pregnancy can be a sign of Obstetric Cholestatis so make sure you get it checked out if you experience this). I can’t wait to ditch the pregnancy pillow and sleep on my front again πŸ™‚ 

      Belly button: Still in, just about. Last time it stayed well and truly in the whole pregnancy

      Stretch marks: Luckily I’ve not noticed any to date, hoping to be stretch mark free like last time 

      Maternity clothes: Still wearing my normal clothes coupled with maternity leggings or tights, so have done well not to need a new wardrobe again

      Favourite moment this week: Watching my little monkey take his first few steps, hoping to see him walk sometime soon 

      Cravings: None, I’m still not convinced these even exist

      Labour signs: None.. thankfully it’s too early and too much to do, baby is head down for now and I have major braxton hicks

      Most looking forward to: The start of maternity leave, only two weeks (that’s 6 working days for me) to go… 

      oh and we have picked a name :):) 


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      Our breastfeeding journey..Β 

      Breastfeeding was something I felt really strongly about. I was adamant it was what I was going to do and if you asked me a year ago I had strong views on why anyone would do anything differently. It’s so easy to have views on parenting choices when your not a parent!  Anyway, back to my reasons for breastfeeding, the facts speak for themselves..( read up on the benefits here).. plus it felt like the most natural thing to do. But, I now know, I was lucky with my breastfeeding journey, very lucky..

      My baby latched on straight away after birth (skin to skin deffo helped). Yes the first 4-6 weeks were HARD. It was painful, I had sore, cracked and bleeding nipples. Me and my baby struggled to find the right latch, and I felt uncomfortable even feeding at home with so many people around. We had just moved house and only had one living room set up, if I wanted privacy (which I did), I had to leave the room. Which wasn’t easy initially with my stitches. In the end I gave in and fed in front of everyone, making me more anxious and uncomfortable in the early days. 

      But, we had no real issues. Cracked nipples and soreness is completely normal, and because I was adamant I didn’t let this stop me. But I can easily see how this would be hard for some people to deal with. Especially with lack of knowledge and the wrong advice. And as a new mum, the advice keeps flowing, and you start to question whether the baby is getting enough milk, are they hungry, are they jaundice, is your milk sufficient? Like I said I was lucky, we had no major feeding issues so my only challenge was dealing with the pain and getting the hang of it which took around 6 weeks. Had I not been so determined and desperate to make it work, and had not done my research, I could have easily given up. And if I had given up, there would have been nothing wrong with that, a happy baby and mum is more important than anything. 

      And this is where my views have changed. Prior to being a mother, and even as a new mum, I couldn’t understand why a women wouldn’t breastfeed or atleast attempt to. I was so naΓ―ve. I’ve since witnessed my cousin and best friend become mums and have totally different experiences to me. Both wanting to breastfeed, but both being separated from their babies after birth, and consequently having to face even more difficulties in their breastfeeding journeys than normal. I’ve also witnessed lack of support from health professionals in the first few days, at the detriment of establishing breastfeeding altogether. I now know, that for some people, no matter how adamant they are, the circumstances take the choice away from them. Again, I was lucky, and am thankful for how things turned out for me. 

      As I said before, breastfeeding is hard. It’s the hardest thing I have ever done..I can easily see why so many people do not stick it out. Your baby relies on you 100%, which means everything you do, everything you wear, down to everywhere you go, is centred around feeding your baby. And, if like me, you have a bottle refuser (my monkey had no interest in expressed milk), you literally feel like you never get a break from being ‘mummy’. And the night wake ups and lack of sleep can really catch up on you. When your a breastfeeding mummy, you can’t just have a night off, or even a few hours off. Your always there, on call incase your baby needs you, 24 hours a day. 

      As well as being a bottle refuser, what made breastfeeding harder for me, was the fact that he was not interested in food until he was 13 months old. Which meant he was exclusively fed by me until then. Finally at 13 months he started to eat a meal a day, then within days this turned into three meals! I nearly cried the first time he ate a meal as I literally thought the day would never come and it meant so much to me. 

      And it couldn’t have come at a better time as I was 4 months pregnant, and was getting kicked in the tummy and breastfeeding was becoming uncomfortable. Being pregnant, my milk supply had dwindled drastically and the soreness and pain from breastfeeding in the early days came flooding back. But I persevered for two more months. I had always hoped to feed until a minimum of 2 years, as recommended by the World Health Organisation, but the realities of feeding when pregnant, the pain, the tiredness, and my monkeys frustration from getting very little milk from me, which in turn added to the soreness, had become too much. 

      So at 15 months we called it a day, it took three days for my monkey to stop asking and I offered lots of snacks and lots of cuddles. I felt so sad and so bad for my monkey for refusing him of the one thing he wanted. But if he hadn’t have taken to it so well, I probably would have continued. I really think the fact I was pregnant and my supply had reduced so much, made the whole thing so much easier, for us both. He’s never asked again and the last two months have resulted in a toddler who eats so much, is less clingy and sleeps all night (an added bonus). 

      I am so proud of our breastfeeding journey, and proud of us both for making it to 15 months, especially since recent research suggests that only 0.5% of people are still breastfeeding at 12 months in the U.K. (BBC article, 2016). A statistic that shocks me, but also fills me with pride. I’m proud that I could feed my baby, and give him the best start I could, and I’m also grateful as I know, it’s not so simple for everyone, and mothers do the best they can in the choices they make. I’m not going to lie, it’s been nice to have a break from feeding this last two months, but I am looking forward to hopefully doing it again..only 9 weeks to go 😍

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      I think I have insomnia..Β 

      Every parent waits for the day that their baby finally ‘sleeps’. Of course all babies sleep, what I mean by this is you put them down at bedtime and don’t hear a peep out of them until morning.. bliss! Well I did my time and waited a whole 15 months for this day. At first I thought it was a fluke, but it’s been almost two months and my monkey has ‘slept’ ever since. 

      And boy is it nice! So much so, that you forget all the sleepless nights, the every two hour wake ups, the 5am starts, the evenings where your forever putting your baby back to sleep and overall the relentlessness and sleep deprivation! Okay, well maybe I haven’t forgotten it totally, but somehow you forget just how hard it really was.

      So now that my baby sleeps, I have a new problem.. I CANT sleep! Typical. Well I fall asleep just fine, but I wake multiple times at night, for a glass of water, to use the loo, because the baby is kicking, or because I can’t get comfy (despite the pregnancy pillow that is taking over my bed). And atleast once a night, usually around 3-4am I cannot go back to sleep for 1, sometimes 2 hours. Not even my trusty rain and thunder sleep music works, which has been a godsend these last 17 months. If your having issues going back to sleep after the relentless night feeds, try it! It used to work wonders for me! 

      So anyway, I lie awake for AGES, thinking and overthinking, replaying my day, or thinking about alllllll the things I need to do, and the most annoying one, thinking about work and my ever growing todo list. Apart from pregnancy, I blame work for my inability to sleep. Thank god I only have two short months left of work, before another little monkey arrives and I actually have no sleep for the forseeeable future again πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. 

      Last night I woke at 4am and did not sleep again until gone 5.30am, only to be woken at 6.30am! And typically, my little monkey didn’t wake until 8am so we were late for nursery. Luckily it’s my morning off and I am not budging from the sofa until it’s time to collect him again. 

      Happy Tuesday everyone! 

      Maybe I need an adult version of one of these..