Outfit of the week

So this weekend we have faced a new dilemma.. what to wear during a heatwave that is breastfeeding friendly and minimises two sweaty bodies making each other even more sweaty ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚.

 I will save you all from witnessing what I’ve been wearing this past weekend, so here is an outfit from earlier on in the week, before the heatwave kicked in. 

A light cotton t-shirt from Zara, with some New look jeggings, with some comfy sandals from Asos ๐Ÿ˜. 


All of the summer clothes sales have started but I am trying my very best to avoid looking online as it really is time I did something about my baby weight! From tomorrow I am actually starting a healthy eating plan! Wish me luck.. 

Outfit of the week

So this week we had yet another wedding meaning another ‘formal’ feeding friendly outfit to find. As I didn’t have time to get to the shops, I had massss of online deliveries arrive all week, and finally caught a moment when both babies were napping to try it ALL on and settled for this lovely outfit.. 


Both the top and skirt are from Asos and both items are currently half price.. I’ve added the links below.. 

Embellished white top
Metallic Skirt
I felt great and the outfit was perfect for feeding in which was ideal as my little monkey wouldn’t drink the expressed milk I had taken for him! 

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 ๐Ÿ™‚ 

Outfit of the weekย 

So this week we attended a wedding and I had the dilemma of what to wear that I could also easily breastfeed in (and hide my mum tum in ๐Ÿ˜‚). 

I found this lovely wrap dress from River Island.. as it was wrapped at the front it was easy to feed in without having to take the dres off! Perfect!

Apologies for the poor images, these were taken at the very end of the night after running around with a screaming baby for pretty much the entire wedding! 

Post baby diet starts NOW

Okay so I’ve been saying for some weeks now that the healthy eating has started, BUT after weighing myself last week and realising I have put on 4 POUNDS after losing the initial baby weight, this time I’m really really going to try. 

I only put on a stone with this pregnancy but I still had a stone to lose from pregnancy number one when I fell pregnant, so in total I am just over a stone larger than I’m used to. Breastfeeding makes me super super hungry and lack of time and preparation leaves me reaching for sugary snacks. I have consumed probably a dozen packs of digestive biscuits in the last 12 weeks, it’s actually embarrassing! I’m going to be realistic and hope to lose up to half a stone, as I know my appetite is crazy as a breastfeeding mum. 

We have so many summer weddings and events that I really do want to do something about it now. So I am writing this post with the aim that it will motivate me to stick to it and update any progress. So, as I write this I am 9 stone 7 pounds.. wish me luck! 

Fruit taken from my fruit bowl which is almost rotting due to non consumption ๐Ÿ˜‚

My new diaper bag

When I first started to think about my ‘must have’ items for baby number 2’s arrival, top of my list was a new nappy bag. I had long given up on my Pacapod, it was hard to adjust, didn’t fit as a rucksack and was too small. I knew I would need a bigger bag with more room to carry essentials for both babies so off I went on the hunt for a new mum bag! 

With a toddler who was reluctant to walk and a newborn, I knew that it was essential that I had my hands free, and so I was set on getting a rucksack. The other factors I considered were  practicality of organising and fitting everything in (the pods concept in the pacapod just didn’t work for me), and style as I still want to look half decent sometimes! 

I was pretty much set on getting a Tiba + Marl. They make stylish mum bags and you’d never guess they were for storing nappies at first (or second) glance. I originally opted for the quilted Elwood but didn’t love the fabric, so I switched it for the Elwood in black. It’s pricey at ยฃ130 but I justified the purchase by reminding myself that I had barely brought any new things for baby number two! 

I’ve only been using it for 7 weeks but I love it already. It’s super lightweight even packed full with essentials for both babies, it has various compartments and pockets to make it easy to organise, a built in shoulder bag/purse for my essentials (keys, money, phone & lippy) and it looks G R E A T! 

I don’t fumble around trying to find what I need in a mad panic, as I have everything organised in the different sections, this is so helpful when I have two little monkeys causing chaos. It’s big enough to carry extra everything’s so I don’t have to repack my bag every time we go out. So far I love it and love the way it looks and I’m so glad I decided to treat myself. As always, il leave you with some pics.. 


Welcoming baby number 2.. my birth storyย 

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 ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜.

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 ๐Ÿ’™.

ย ๏ปฟSurviving with a newborn and a toddler… one month on

I still can’t get my head around the fact that I’m a mum to two little humans, and I can’t believe we have survived a month already. Suprisingly I am coping pretty well with a 20 month old and a newborn and here is how…

  1. Going to bed early! As a first time mum everyone tells you to ‘sleep when your baby sleeps’ which is simply not possible when you have an active toddler who only naps for an hour a day! So the only way I’m coping with the 2-3 hourly night feeds is by going to bed super early. My toddler sleeps by 7/7.30pm, I then do a few chores and take my baby upstairs and we’re both asleep by 9pm! This helps with the 5/6am starts. Such a glamorous life I lead ๐Ÿ˜‚
  2. A good routine. This goes with the above but basically having set nap times and a bedtime for my biggest monkey means I can semi plan the day and I know when to grab some lunch or start with dinner. I’m hoping to eventually have both boys in bed at the same time so I can get a couple of hours to myself. Maybe wishful thinking right now though.
  3. Doing grocery shopping online. I’m pre planning all my meals and ordering food online and getting it delivered as I just don’t have the time to go and do a food shop. I try and cook and prep dinner when my toddler is napping at lunch. I’m very fortunate to have my mum and sister nearby so one of them is usually here in the afternoon so as long as the baby is asleep they can entertain my toddler while I cook.
  4. Organising everything the night before. Once we come downstairs in the morning, it’s hard to just pop back upstairs to grab something as I don’t want to leave my monkey around the baby as anything could happen. Every evening I make sure we have enough nappy change essentials and spare clothes downstairs for the next day.
  5. Getting out of the house.ย This one is easier said than done. Firstly it’s winter so taking a newborn out requires more effort. And secondly getting out of the house with two takes longer than you would expect. But now we have all car seats and pushchairs set up, it should get easier. I’m finding it a lot easier to entertain my biggest boy out of the house, as he was getting very bored of being cooped up inside. And my littlest mainly sleeps while out and only feeds every 2-3 hours so this gives me time to focus on my oldest when out and about.. (Sami used to feed up to three times an hour which made going out when he was a newborn somewhat more challenging). Now the weather is nicer I plan to go out at least once a day, even if it’s just a walk around the block. We will also be taking advantage of our lovely garden.
  6. Strong support network. As I just mentioned my mum and sister live round the corner and help me daily. I am very lucky! As I’m breastfeeding there’s not much they can do to help with the baby but they help to entertain my toddler, by taking him out, feeding him, and helping with bath and bedtimes! I also have a very tight knit extended family who are nearby so have had lots of meals sent from aunties and cousins… I am very lucky I know and not everybody has their family nearby.
  7. Lowering my standards (and expectations).ย This one is an important one… I’m slowly accepting that my house will not be as immaculate as I would like. Things may be untidy and out of place, the laundry may pile up for a few days longer than I’d like, some days my toddler (and me) will stay in pjs all day and some days my toddler may watch nursery rhymes on TV for longer than he should. We may eat take out more then we should, some days my toddler will have weetabix for dinner… but it’s okay! Sometimes we put too much pressure on ourselves and there’s no need. Don’t get me wrong, whenever I get a chance I am doing housework, or cooking, or trying to do worthwhile activities with my toddler, but some days nothing gets done and the world is not going to end!