Dry Nights

I am so pleased with Joel.  He has been completely dry at night all week.  And this morning, he got up himself and went for a wee by himself.  He suddenly seems to have grown up loads this past month or so.

He’s turning into a proper boys boy.  He’s always loved his trains and cars, but now he’s starting to rough and tumble.  He wants to climb everything from the sides of the sofas to steep banks by paths on our dog walks.  He tumbled down a bank yesterday and didn’t even cry.  I ran to catch him, but he sat up and laughed!!

He has a frog bubble machine that he likes because he thinks it’s like a gun.  I was one of those ‘my son is not having gun toys’ sort of mothers, and my mother in law told me that they’ll make guns out of anything.  And it’s true.  An older boy at Joel’s nursery is allowed to watch Star Wars and Spiderman and things I feel are a bit older than Joel is (or maybe was now) but he loves running around shooting at us, and shouting that we’re dead.

Yep, the dead word.  I didn’t know whether he knew what it meant or was just saying it as that’s what you say when you shoot something.  But we passed a dead cat on our walk to church this morning and he asked whether it was dead.   My instant response was ‘no no, it’s just having a nap’.  Steve thinks we should be truthful and that he can cope with it.  But I’m not sure I’m ready for my big baby boy to be understanding death and what it means 😦  and I have reported it to the council in case it has a chip.

He is so ready to go to pre-school in September.  It’s going to be a logistical pain having two boys in separate nurseries, but it will still make me feel better.  His last day at nursery is the 31st July, and he is having a graduation on the 22nd July!  I’m sure I’ll be emotional.  They love the things he says over there!!  And always have a report of something funny he’s said such as:

‘I can’t quite do that yet.  It’s too tricky’

‘My wee wee came out too fast, and fell down my knees to my toes’

When asked if finished on the toilet, ‘not quite’!!

As much as I want him to grow up, I still want to keep him my baby.

There was a 5 week old baby at church today and I swear that my ovaries flipped out!!  I’m still breast feeding my second but felt this longing for a third.  Whether that’s for just a baby or an actual child remains to be seen.   I really have got to get my sensible head on and think of all pros and cons.  Major cons ;being that Steve says no, two is it.  And as much as I agree, I can’t shake off this feeling that I’m meant to have three.  Can I do all this pregnancy and baby stuff again?  Goodness knows.

Anyway, it’s getting late and I must go to sleep!!

12 Weeks!!

Ok, so Josiah turned twelve weeks last week, but he is three months old now as of the 11th May!

I do love having spring babies.  It’s my favourite season and the summer looming up ahead is getting closer and to be off all summer long on maternity leave feels wonderful!

Josiah is now holding his head much better.  I had been a bit worried as he really favoured his right side and didn’t look left at all.  When sleeping he always had his head to the right and has got a flat spot now.  I mentioned it to the HV who just gave me a leaflet saying its normal and should right itself and suddenly, a few days ago it seemed to.  I noticed that when sleeping his head was going to the left all of a sudden.  And now, he’s left or right and is holding himself upright a lot better now as well.  Whether it was a tight muscle that has fixed itself I’m not sure, but I was all ready to book in with a cranial osteopath!

We had a lovely sunny and showery day out at our local wildlife centre last week.  I think it was the last of the sunshine as its rained almost constantly since 😦

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Josiah was a very good baby and we had an outside feed on a bench in the sunshine and managed to change a poopy nappy on a picnic bench before the rains came down again.

He has his injections tomorrow for 12 weeks although he’s 13 weeks.  I hope he deals with them as well as his 8 week ones.

And today it was nursery photographs, so I took Joel and Josiah along in matching but contrasting t-shirts in the hope that I get a beautiful one out it, but I have to say the set up was cheesey!  Lots of teddy bears, bink bunting and fluffy rugs.  Oh well, we will see.

Josiah @ 11 Weeks….

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He really is turning into a lovely baby!  Not that he wasn’t before, but he’s chunky to cuddle, smiles at the drop of a hat and is just lovely!  I know it sounds silly when people ask ‘are you enjoying him?’ but I truly am!  I love our days together when its just the two of us and we gurgle and coo at each other and I don’t have to feel guilty that Joel might be feeling put out.   Although to be honest, I think Joel thinks he’s lovely too!  If I am cooing over Josiah he will come over to coo as well, and giggle if he gets a smile or a yawn.

He was 11 weeks old yesterday and I took him along to be weighed as he’d dropped a channel on
the percentile chart after 5 weeks of green nappies.   I was told that the sample I’d sent to hospital had come back with no issues which was fine as he’d actually gone back to mustard yellow nappies a couple of days ago!  I guess it’s a mystery as to what happened but everything that was  worrying me has cleared up, his eyes are no longer gunky or squinty, his cradle cap looks 100 times better and his tummy is back to normal.  And to top it all off, he had gained a pound in two weeks and is now 14lbs 7oz!!IMG_2401

 

He is finding his hands now and looks like a mini Mr Burns rubbing his fingers together, just because he can!  He likes pulling his tops up and feeling the fabric.  He’s been putting his hands to his mouth and licking them but the elusive thumb hasn’t made it in yet.  In his baby chair he swipes at the toys on the bar above him and likes making contact.

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He is a chatty fellow and when he knows he has your sole attention he loves to coo and make noises and smiles and chuckles if you make them back to him.

He is still feeding well and I am beginning to express a bottle a day to practise with him.  It’s my anniversary on Friday so Steve and I thought we would attempt an evening out and my Mum is babysitting so he has got to take a bottle!  Mind you, knowing him, if I feed before I go, he will have a happy play time, go to sleep and not even miss us but the milk has got to be on standby just in case really.  Plus, it’d be nice to have a glass of wine!!

So far he has taken the bottle with a lot of grumbling.   He clearly accepts that the flavour is right, but the receptacle is wrong!  We will keep persevering though.IMG_2379  IMG_2383

We’ve just come through two very rough days and nights of no sleep as I decided to clear the house of Easter Eggs to start a healthy eating regime this week, so of course I ate them.  But having looked it up, it seems that chocolate can cause breast fed babies gassiness and I would have to agree as he has been so upset with gurgly tummy for two nights and two days and I have been bouncing him around and winding a lot and he could only settle upright, the second he was laid in his basket his face would grimace and you could see he had pains.  I felt awful, as there wasn’t really anything I could do other than offer him gripe water and cuddles.  The damage to my milk was done and we are now out on the other side.  It could also have been the cabbage I ate on Sunday all combined to make the worst sleep possible.  Plus combine that with a Wonder Week leap and growth spurt and it’s a right calamity!!

But the storm is passing and I am looking forward to the magic 12 weeks when all wind issues and gripeyness are meant to be over!!!

10 Weeks Later….. (Plus a day!!)

Josiah turned ten weeks old yesterday, and I can’t believe in two weeks time he’s been here nearly a quarter of a year!  And if I carry on feeding myself I will earn my Bronze boobies!!  (I don’t know where it began, but three months of breast feeding is bronze boobies, six months is silver boobies and one year is gold boobies!!)

Feeding has been going fine.  He is reducing the time it takes, so a feed will only take between 10-15 minutes during the day, sort of every 3-4 hours now, but at night he is sleeping from 9pm after a good feed, and going through to 3am which is a marvellous 6 hours.  Then we sometimes have a bit of a struggle to poop, but once that is sorted he settles back down for another 4 hours so I cannot complain at all.

He is a very smiley boy at the moment.  He loves to see us first thing in the morning and breaks out with a huge grin!  He’s also very happy later in the afternoon.  He seems to have developed his own routine which is wake up about 8am, and I either get him dressed, or on Joel’s nursery days just take him out in his sleepsuit to get Joel there on time.  He then sleeps for about 3-4 hours, has a feed, a short awake time and sleeps some more.   He has a longer awake time in the afternoon, and may go back to sleep at about 4pm for a couple of hours.  He’s normally awake by 6pm and then sits in bed with me watching the ipad until his last feed between 8 and 9 pm before his long night sleep.

His nappies are still not quite right so yesterday I managed to get a new sample and we walked round to the hospital to drop it off for testing.  It was probably one of the freshest samples they’ve ever had as it was there within 15 minutes!!  Ha ha!!

Josiah still likes lying and looking at the world from his baby mat.  He certainly has a preference to tilt his head to the right and he has got a bit of flat head that side.  I try to encourage him to tilt it the other way by sitting that side and putting his toys there and it works for a bit, but whether it will round out again I don’t know.  It’s weird to think their skulls are so soft still!  He also likes his bouncy chair and will sit in that happily for ages.  If he is being held, he likes to be upright to look over your shoulder and walked around.  He is not a baby who likes to sit still in your arms unless asleep.  And even then he seems to prefer being put in his pram.  I really don’t seem to create cuddly children 😦  Ironically, our dog would love nothing more than to be invited to sit on our knee and be cuddled.  Maybe she got all the cuddly genes!!

He is a strong baby and he is learning to swing his legs up and has nearly rolled over a couple of times but not quite made it.   I really can’t remember what ages or stages babies are meant to do these things, but I do know all babies have their own schedules so am not worrying too much!  He is a good smiler and that is enough for me!!

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Here we are with Mummy squeezed onto the play mat as well!  Joss really seemed to see himself in the phone and posed beautifully!!

 

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He’s not in his cot yet, he still sleeps in his basket by me in our room, but he’s not as small in the cot as Joel was at this age!!  He loves lying there and looking at his wall stickers whilst I get dressed in a morning.  I will miss him when he moves into his own room 😦  I love this outfit though, it was a gift from my Aunty and Uncle!  And he’s so cute in it!

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And here’s me with my two boys.   I know all these selfies are rather self indulgent, but I realised I don’t have many pictures of just me and Joel whereas I took a lot of Joel with his Daddy and others.  So for me to have pictures of us together, I have to take them myself!  Not to be too morbid, but if anything were to happen to me, I want Joel and Joss to have evidence of our happy times.

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Admittedly, Josiah looks a bit stunned here!  Hee hee!!

 

 

10 Reasons Why Three is More Terrible Than Two….

http://www.scarymommy.com/three-is-more-terrible-than-two/

And it’s all very true as well, at least for Joel who isn’t even three yet!  Just under a month to go!

1. At two, they can barely talk. At three, they never shut the hell up.

Joel is a happy little chatter, and I guess he talks with his toys a lot rather than asking me ‘why’ at the moment, although hearing ‘I need a poo’ can send me running into the lounge to see that it’s Thomas the train talking to James about his bowel movements, and not Joel needing the loo after all!!

2. At two, they cry. At three, they throw temper tantrums so epic, you become convinced that they are possessed by the devil.

We’ve been lucky so far.  We had a terrible tantrum at Thomas Land after the soft play time finished and Joel had to leave.  Steve tried putting Joel’s wellies on his feet and the result was the biggest tantrum we’ve had yet!  a- he didn’t want to leave, and b- he wanted to put his own wellies on!!

3. At two, they’re happy to eat anything you present to them. At three, they eat only three foods (usually consisting of a starch and processed cheese.)

Joel is beginning to ask for chicken and chips a lot.  A result of Steve and his McDonalds habit?  Well, I’m just glad that any chicken will do, although he’s still funny about potato and has to be very hungry and distracted to eat it but rice and pasta is still in favour.

4. At two, baths are a ten minute event, the result of which is a clean child. At three, baths take over an hour, and result in a drenched bathroom, sopping wet mommy and 16 used towels.

This is so true!  We can always tempt him upstairs with a bath but he will not get out until he is ready!!  And he has to have ALL his bath toys and he likes to lie down for ‘swimming’.  He managed to poo in the bath last night for the first time ever and was so upset.  He’s never done that before and I think he’s getting to the stage of being so into his play that he ignores the toilet signs.  Steve had to sort it as I was feeding Josiah!!

5. At two, they wear diapers that can be changed on your watch. At three, they’re potty trained and the world revolves around their bladders and bowels.

Hmm, as above!  And forever asking if he needs a wee or a poo.  Our next task is getting him to the toilet rather than the potty.  He’ll go to the toilet at home and Grandmas, but still is going on the potty at nursery at the moment.  Oh, and trialling pull ups at night to get him out of nappies all together.

6. At two, they are distracted by a box of raisins at the grocery store. At three, they want to dictate your entire food list.

For chicken, chips, ham and peas.  Oh, and yoghurt.  Which has to be Thomas yoghurt now since Steve was taken in by a special offer a month ago!

7. At two, they let you dress them, looking innocent and adorable. At three, they insist on picking out their clothes, looking like pint sized versions of mental institution inhabitants.

Joel went through a little phase of deciding not to wear what I was pulling out for him but that seems to have gone for the time being.  I hope it doesn’t come back as it makes mornings a lot more stressy than they need to be.   Although we are currently going through a dressing himself phase and he can do his pants and trousers so far, although trousers sometimes end up on backwards which is ok I guess!

8. At two, they don’t like to get dirty. At three, they thrive on it.

Again, Joel is a bit different here.   He does not like mess.   He has refused chocolate as it would mean getting melty mess on his fingers.  He prefers a bowl with a spoon to eat it!!  He will come for a wipe to clean his fingers, washes his hands before meals and after the toilet, and doesn’t like being sticky.   Steve and I tell him that its ok for him to get messy but it’s one his quirks.

9. At two, you can do things for them, saving infinite amounts of time. At three, they must do everything by themselves, taking FOREVER.

This one hits home.   Joel is Mr Independent and has been for a while.  I choose my battles at the moment.  Sometimes its quicker to let him do it himself although I could do it faster as if I try to help he stops, tantrums and starts again which takes longer in the long run.  Saying that, if we let him have a go and he realises he needs help, he asks for it and is good about it as well.  He has learnt he can’t yet climb into his car seat himself, but he can climb into his dining chair seat.  He can’t quite cut all his food, but he can cut soft things.  And like I’ve mentioned, he is learning to dress himself and although he can’t zip up his coat, he can unzip it and take it off for hanging up himself!

10. At two, manipulation is the last thing on their minds. At three, they own you. And they know it.

Yep, agree with this one too!  Joel certainly tries a lot more on at home for me than he would at say, nursery!  Although Grandma is getting taken for a bit of a ride as well but she doesn’t seem to mind!  Last week we popped to Mothercare and the next thing I knew Joel had a giant dinosaur toy and a chocolate lolly!  I guess that’s what Grandma’s are for!!  Insert Joel’s face below….!

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And it makes life a little bit harder for sure, but the little cuddles, and hand holding makes it worth it.  Here’s a sweet picture below….

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Here is Joel chatting with his brother after his day at nursery.  He is a good boy really!  And Josiah with a few more smiles on his playmat yesterday.  Toddlers certainly make babies seem easy, that’s for sure!!  Despite the sleep deprivation from night feeds.  Josiah is having another growth spurt I think, and has fed every two hours at night again the past two nights, rather than the 4-5 hours I’d got used to.

Plus, according to Wonder Weeks he is having his second ‘leap’ this week and is a bit more clingy and wanting more comfort sucking and cuddles.  So it’s probably ironic that we’re going to Exeter to see Steve’s parents this weekend and we’re all tired, grumpy and full of colds!  Hey ho…..

 

 

Quick Catch Up!

There’s no denying it.  Life has got way more busy.  But today is a Thursday so Joel is happy at nursery and Joss is asleep and the health visitor is due in an hour to weigh and check on Joss so I’m sitting with a cup of tea, a HUGE box of Guylian chocolates courtesy of my Aunt and a quiet moment to update this a bit!!

Well, lets start with Joel.  He wasn’t too well on Monday.  I managed to walk to toddlers and back again, but Joel was a bit fractious, kept bursting into tears and then to top it all off seemed to have a bit of a funny tummy so we came home again and had a quiet afternoon with naps all round which was needed.  He was fine the next day though, I don’t know whether he was just really overtired as he’s been getting up in the night again.  A few nights ago he came marching into our room at 5am playing a harmonica!!  That was swiftly confiscated but the next morning he came marching in singing loudly a song about ‘my need to eat chicken’.

It’s not that we don’t appreciate his lyrical ability, but not at that time!  Anyway, after 6 there is no chance of his going back to bed to sleep and he woke Joss up with the noise so I got the better deal of staying in bed to feed and Daddy got to take Joel downstairs to watch The Land Before Time.  His new film of choice.  If I have to watch it one more time I may go crazy!!

We had a lovely report on Joel from nursery yesterday.  They really get the helpful and good Joel as he saves his naughty for Mummy and home!  But they said he was really sociable, is chatty and smily, loves making people laugh, enjoys role play and dinosaurs.  He will ask for help when needed and if questionned, will think and offer an answer.  He is enthusiastic at tidy up time (this one has not come home yet!!) and likes talking about his baby brother and Izzy the dog!

The next thing to work on is transitionning him from potty to toilet.  He’s a bit big now for the potty but with having short legs like me, can’t take himself to our toilet although he could probably manage a tiny loo at nursery.  He seems a bit scared of the toilet at the moment but we’re working on it.

He is being lovely with Joss, although we have had a few ‘attention’ seeking moments from him, one of which involved standing and weeing on the carpet!  We just ignored the behaviour, didn’t react the way he’d hoped and he hasn’t played up again so far.

And Joss is still doing pretty well.  We went through a tiring week last week where he was a bit fussier than normal and waking every 2 hours for a 5 minute feed at night!!!  I was shattered!  But I’ve got the ‘Wonderweeks’ app and his ‘fussiness’ does seem to coincide when this app talks about his brain developing so even if it doesn’t offer practical help, it does give a reason which is helpful and predicts when these ‘leaps’ will be taking place.

He is a good baby and we’ve had the first smiles already!  Right on schedule at 5 weeks, and I got one whilst changing his nappy that morning, and Daddy got some lovely beams that evening whilst he was having awake time.  He is a really strong baby and can hold his head up for ages.  He does not like tummy time on the floor but doesn’t mind lying on our tummies and holding his head up to look around that way.  He really seems to love Joel already and smiles for him, looks for him and calms down if upset and Joel goes to talk to him.

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He’s not been weighed for two weeks, and I was worrying a lot about green nappies at night, and his very short feeds but having questionned it on a breastfeeding forum, someone just said that he was probably a good feeder who got enough milk in a short time and that meant I was very lucky!  If that’s the case and he really is that good at feeding, then I should stop worrying and trying to find something the matter!  His weigh in today will let me know though.

He had the doctors last week with his lumpy eye and he thought it was a blocked tear duct so gave us some drops.   Nothing seemed to be working for three days, then suddenly it went overnight!  He went to bed with it, and woke up without it so his eyes are back to their normal shape again!  Hurrah!

And here are some pics!  I have to wrap this up as I’m scoffing chocolates like no tomorrow and need to regulate my food a bit more now!  Apparently I’ve got to the end of losing weight quickly and this is the point where I will put too much on if not careful.  I’m going to start my slimming world meals again, (Steve is not as enthusiastic as me, but he ate two whole malt loaves the other day claiming they were snack size, (they weren’t) and has been eating biscuits for breakfast!) and am looking at starting a pilates class once the Dr has signed me as being ok to do so.  I have to wait for the 8 week check as it’s all combined at my surgery.

So there we are!!!

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A family walk up at our castle.  Joel and Daddy entertained the dog and ran around up hills, and I ambled along with Joss in his Moby wrap and fleecy star!!

 

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Steve went off for a weekend leaving us, so we took a walk, made and decorated a cake, did lots of drawing and playing, watched Thomas on netfilx (again), planted seeds, and did some painting.  We were busy bees but it made the time go and Daddy came back to take over the next day!  He had a boys weekend filming a horror film with friends and although I was worried I wouldn’t cope, I did, so it was a confidence booster in the end.

 

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Brotherly love in matching tank tops knitted by Grandma!!

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Mongolian Blue Spot

We had a visit yesterday from our student health visitor.  She is very nice and chatty, seems to know what she’s talking about and weighed Josiah who is now a very healthy and chubby 11lbs 8oz!!  He’s put another 10oz in a week so even though his night time poos are a bit on the green side due to light on off feeding all evening, his daytime poos are still mustard yellow so he’s obviously getting what he needs.

Anyway, I did have a stress yesterday with the HV commenting that Josiah looked as though he had a blue mark on his head.  I instantly felt guilty as though he’d got a bruise from somewhere.  She assured me that she didn’t think it was a bruise but something called Mongolian Blue Spot which is a birth mark in children which is blue and looks like a bruise common in darker skinned children.  She kept looking at my wedding photos on the wall and I know they think that Steve is from somewhere hot and sunny which isn’t the case at all!!

Anyway, she said that he had to go and see the GP asap because of it and booked me an appointment for the following morning which made me stress that it was a bruise from somewhere and they’d think I’m a bad mother 😦

I couldn’t see anything but blue veins in his head, he’s certainly not got bruised in my care but its feasible Joel or Steve could have done something although I’m careful not to leave them alone at all (Joel that is, not Steve!!!)  And Joss is a strong boy who throws himself about to get nearer the boobs when he can, and as I wear glasses he has bopped himself on them a couple of times already which worries me.  He is practically holding his head already and pushes himself up when on his tummy.

It’s the fact she rang the Dr’s from my house to make an appointment for tomorrow morning, then rang back in the afternoon to say protocol says it has to be checked on the same day!! So I had to go along at 5.45 yesterday evening once OH had collected Joel from nursery, get my Mum to come over to watch him whilst Steve and I went to the Dr’s with Josiah.

And after being made to wait for an hour whist our dinner went cold in the surgery he took 10 seconds to look at Josiahs head and say that it was just veins and he was fine.  I was very fed up.

The other reason for Josiah needing a doctor was the umbilical cord hadn’t dried up yet.  As he was so chunky with his giant cord it had dropped off in three bits and was a bit gammy and jammy underneath so he cauterised it with some silver nitrate stuff.  It all went black looking and should clear up soon.  However this morning it still didn’t look great so I will keep bathing it with sterile water and get it checked again at the next appointment.  The HV is coming out in two weeks time again.

And hopefully we won’t get any more bruise worries.  Or Mongolian Blue Spot!  What an odd phrase for a blue birthmark.  And to think that Steve is Mongolian!!!