We finally had our appointment with the paediatric orthopaedic guy last week, after a very last minute cancellation of our original appointment. X-rayed (do you know how difficult it is to keep a naked and wriggly 9 month old still long enough to have her hips x-rayed?), examined, and apparently she's now within the normal range. Not in the middle of the normal range, but within it at least. Which is a huge relief. Seemingly the double nappies have done their job, and I will not be sad to say goodbye to them - they've been getting harder & harder to put on because they add so much to the time a nappy change takes. We've still got to go back in 6 months time, for a follow up check when she's walking properly, but generally, we're very very relieved.
I said hospitals up there, not one but two. Last weekend my right knee started playing up. Just felt a bit bruised, like maybe I'd knelt on something awkward or something, so I shrugged it off. But it got progressively worse, until Monday morning I could barely stand on it. So I phoned the doctor & got an appointment for that day, toddled off, doctor took a look and phoned the hospital & sent me off up there. 5 1/2 hours of sitting around in casualty, x-rays, blood tests, and purple pen marks around my now bright red & swollen kneecap, and apparently I've got an infection in the fluid on my knee, giving me Housemaid's Knee. Of all absurd things. It kind of makes sense when you consider how much time I spend on the floor, crawling around after Squeaky, but even so, I can't get any kind of glamorous complaint, can I? Bloody housemaid's knee, I ask you!
Squeaky also had her 9 month check up this week, and passed with flying colours. According to the doctor, she's quite advanced, in as much as she's happily crawling, pulling up to standing, and cruising around with something to lean on when the mood takes her. Is good, if scary. Honestly, she's a little dynamo.
Oh, and her latest discoveries? She can remove any kind of shoe I put on her. Elastic, no problem. Velcro, easy. Boots, piece of cake. Shoes with built-in socks, no worries. I don't understand. How can she be mine & not want all the shoes in the world? And she's also figured out how to clap her hands herself. She figured out flattening them to make a noise when I clap them a while back, then last week how to clap my hands together holding on to my little fingers, but yesterday she put the two concepts together and learned how to clap her own hands. This is maybe the most exciting thing ever, from the look on her face when she does it. Hours of entertainment to be had now.
Friday, 29 October 2010
Friday, 15 October 2010
Mega-Mummy Milestone!
Today was the start of the long-awaited Breastfeeding Peer Support training course. I say long-awaited, I don't think it's really taken that long, just since I first heard about it til today, so much has gone on.
And as I was in the course for 2 hours with the rest of the mums, Squeaky was in the crèche. Only the room next door mind you, but still out of sight & with other people for a whole 2 hours. The crèche is run by our local genesis project, who provide free childcare to enable mums to go on training like ours, so they can gain skills& find work.
Now, I've got to admit I was apprehensive. Squeaky's got a fair sized attack of separation anxiety going on, along with a need to wind herself around my ankles every waking moment. To the extent that she howls when I hand her over to my mum, even when I'm in the room. But she was brilliant. I'd read something about not straightaway handing them over to a person, so I let her stay on me for a few minutes, and she then went happily to one of the staff, and into the ball pool for a play. I had to fill in some paperwork, and maybe that helped too, that I was still in the room and visible to start with, while Squeaky settled in. Then off I went, knowing she was only next door, and with other babies she knew as well as the staff.
And she was fine. Absolutely fine. Played in the ball pool, made some spooky handprints (white paint on black paper) for Hallowe'en, and had a nap in a pushchair. All in all, a good morning. I was slightly disappointed that she was still asleep when I went to pick her up, I was looking forward to her greeting me, but instead I got to wake her up and got the puzzled "where am I?" look instead. Maybe next week she'll be awake?
And as I was in the course for 2 hours with the rest of the mums, Squeaky was in the crèche. Only the room next door mind you, but still out of sight & with other people for a whole 2 hours. The crèche is run by our local genesis project, who provide free childcare to enable mums to go on training like ours, so they can gain skills& find work.
Now, I've got to admit I was apprehensive. Squeaky's got a fair sized attack of separation anxiety going on, along with a need to wind herself around my ankles every waking moment. To the extent that she howls when I hand her over to my mum, even when I'm in the room. But she was brilliant. I'd read something about not straightaway handing them over to a person, so I let her stay on me for a few minutes, and she then went happily to one of the staff, and into the ball pool for a play. I had to fill in some paperwork, and maybe that helped too, that I was still in the room and visible to start with, while Squeaky settled in. Then off I went, knowing she was only next door, and with other babies she knew as well as the staff.
And she was fine. Absolutely fine. Played in the ball pool, made some spooky handprints (white paint on black paper) for Hallowe'en, and had a nap in a pushchair. All in all, a good morning. I was slightly disappointed that she was still asleep when I went to pick her up, I was looking forward to her greeting me, but instead I got to wake her up and got the puzzled "where am I?" look instead. Maybe next week she'll be awake?
Thursday, 14 October 2010
One, Two...
Guess how many teeth Squeaky has got now? Three! Three whole teeth in her mouth! This is the child who whinged & whined for nigh on 3 months before her first tooth came through. Then about 4 weeks later the second one followed it. And now, less than 2 weeks after that, and without me even realising another tooth was imminent, she's cut her first top tooth!
Bitey joy! Thankfully it's literally only just cut the surface, so she can't actually use it to grind against the bottom one & draw blood from me, yet. But I'm sure that day will come. Time to move to formula?
Bitey joy! Thankfully it's literally only just cut the surface, so she can't actually use it to grind against the bottom one & draw blood from me, yet. But I'm sure that day will come. Time to move to formula?
Monday, 4 October 2010
Time Off!
Last week, SqueakyDaddy surprised me by saying we were off to Torquay at the weekend, to a lovely guest house we'd visited the previous year on his birthday. And better than that, we were going to be adults! Squeaky was booked in to stay with my parents.
Now, I've got to admit, I wasn't sure. She'd been a pain when they were babysitting for the evening a couple of weeks ago, so a whole night and day? Whoa! But I swallowed my concerns, if they were happy to be kept awake, then it's their choice.
As it turned out, I went over a couple of days before, thanks to visiting Trunki, and catching up with old friends, which meant Squeaky could get properly settled in before we left her. And settle she did, like a trooper. Played merrily with her toys, was asleep earlier than normal, woke only once for a cuddle at 6a.m., and was a little gem, by all accounts.
Me? I went swimming, drank more than I've done in 18 months, ate curry, shopped, and didn't sleep because my boobs hurt! 24 hours is a long time away from a breastfeeding baby. I expressed a few times, and it broke my heart to have yo pour that precious milk away, but I had no way to store it, and complete strangers don't take kindly to you wanting to grab their baby & shove your nipple in its mouth.
We're home now though, and had a rough night. Squeaky's got a cold, and tooth number 2 has finally broken through the surface. Calpol is our friend.
(The guest house don't know about, and didn't request this link. I just like them, and wanted to tell the world.)
Now, I've got to admit, I wasn't sure. She'd been a pain when they were babysitting for the evening a couple of weeks ago, so a whole night and day? Whoa! But I swallowed my concerns, if they were happy to be kept awake, then it's their choice.
As it turned out, I went over a couple of days before, thanks to visiting Trunki, and catching up with old friends, which meant Squeaky could get properly settled in before we left her. And settle she did, like a trooper. Played merrily with her toys, was asleep earlier than normal, woke only once for a cuddle at 6a.m., and was a little gem, by all accounts.
Me? I went swimming, drank more than I've done in 18 months, ate curry, shopped, and didn't sleep because my boobs hurt! 24 hours is a long time away from a breastfeeding baby. I expressed a few times, and it broke my heart to have yo pour that precious milk away, but I had no way to store it, and complete strangers don't take kindly to you wanting to grab their baby & shove your nipple in its mouth.
We're home now though, and had a rough night. Squeaky's got a cold, and tooth number 2 has finally broken through the surface. Calpol is our friend.
(The guest house don't know about, and didn't request this link. I just like them, and wanted to tell the world.)
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Mummies need bathroom breaks too!
Argh! Do you know how difficult it is to use a public toilet with a small baby in tow? Without a handy daddy, grandparent or friend to take over baby-wrangling duties for a couple of minutes?
Nightmare springs to mind.
So, on that basis, let's give a big hand to the following:
I thank various deities for a cast-iron bladder, and make the most of every opportunity to pee I get now, I never know when the chance will next arise!
Nightmare springs to mind.
So, on that basis, let's give a big hand to the following:
- Mothercare in Cardiff - "normal" cubicles big enough to push a trolley or pushchair in to.
- Charnock Richard services on the M6
- Waitrose in Abergavenny
- Morrisons in Barry, all of which have the sense to put a cubicle in the baby change room (as opposed to putting the baby change in the disabled toilets)
I thank various deities for a cast-iron bladder, and make the most of every opportunity to pee I get now, I never know when the chance will next arise!
Olay Total Effects Wake Up Wonder Review
I'm a girly girl, even though motherhood has meant I've rarely had time for anything more than a quick swipe with a hairbrush over the last 8 months, so when the nice people at Olay sent me a bottle of their new Total Effects Wake Up Wonder to try out, I was very pleased. I go back to work soon, see, and they're not going to be overjoyed if I turn up covered in porridge, looking like last week's washing.
Anyway. Olay. That's the point. I've been a loyal devotee of a certain other moisturiser for years (it's yellow and different, in a dramatic way, if you get my drift), but I'm up for a change. The bottle is really nicely packaged, a subtle gold sheen to the outside, and a pump action dispenser which is invaluable when you have to do everything with one hand (baby wash companies, please take note!). And the dispenser pumps out just the right amount for a single application - no waste, no mess.
On first application, the cream is lovely and light, and easily soaked up. This is what surprised me most, I've found anti-ageing creams to be too heavy in the past, but this was lovely. A really nice refreshing scent, and easy to use. And now, after a week? My skin genuinely does look brighter, and I look more awake (SqueakyDaddy's words, not mine), even after being woken by a teething Squeaky numerous times a night.
Do you know, I think I might be a convert!
Disclosure: I was provided with a bottle of Olay Total Effects Wake Up Wonder free of charge for the purpose of this review. I was not told what to write, and all opinions are my own. Links are provided for your convenience only, I am not a member of any affiliate scheme & will not receive reward for their use.
Anyway. Olay. That's the point. I've been a loyal devotee of a certain other moisturiser for years (it's yellow and different, in a dramatic way, if you get my drift), but I'm up for a change. The bottle is really nicely packaged, a subtle gold sheen to the outside, and a pump action dispenser which is invaluable when you have to do everything with one hand (baby wash companies, please take note!). And the dispenser pumps out just the right amount for a single application - no waste, no mess.
On first application, the cream is lovely and light, and easily soaked up. This is what surprised me most, I've found anti-ageing creams to be too heavy in the past, but this was lovely. A really nice refreshing scent, and easy to use. And now, after a week? My skin genuinely does look brighter, and I look more awake (SqueakyDaddy's words, not mine), even after being woken by a teething Squeaky numerous times a night.
Do you know, I think I might be a convert!
Disclosure: I was provided with a bottle of Olay Total Effects Wake Up Wonder free of charge for the purpose of this review. I was not told what to write, and all opinions are my own. Links are provided for your convenience only, I am not a member of any affiliate scheme & will not receive reward for their use.
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Double Nappies, DUR!
We've been at this double nappy malarky for a month or more now, the appointment with the paediatric orthopaedic guy is in a couple of weeks, then maybe we'll be sorted.
So why has it taken me this long to realise that double nappies can actually make things easier, not harder? For ages I've been completely removing the outer nappy before starting on the inner, cleaning, etc. Then getting the inner nappy out of the way, putting the outer in place as the new inner, then a new outer. And one day it occurred to me - if I leave the outer nappy underneath, then when I remove the inner, it's already there underneath the (hopefully) clean bottom, ready to be stuck down & I only need to do half as much "bum in the air" getting a nappy underneath.
Some days I really do wonder about myself, you know.
In other news, the new curtain rail is now up, and having a 24 hour cooling off period before I try putting curtains on it & putting Squeaky back where she belongs at night. I don't trust curtain rails, never mind our DIY skills (apologies to anyone following me on twitter, I had a bit of a meltdown).
So why has it taken me this long to realise that double nappies can actually make things easier, not harder? For ages I've been completely removing the outer nappy before starting on the inner, cleaning, etc. Then getting the inner nappy out of the way, putting the outer in place as the new inner, then a new outer. And one day it occurred to me - if I leave the outer nappy underneath, then when I remove the inner, it's already there underneath the (hopefully) clean bottom, ready to be stuck down & I only need to do half as much "bum in the air" getting a nappy underneath.
Some days I really do wonder about myself, you know.
In other news, the new curtain rail is now up, and having a 24 hour cooling off period before I try putting curtains on it & putting Squeaky back where she belongs at night. I don't trust curtain rails, never mind our DIY skills (apologies to anyone following me on twitter, I had a bit of a meltdown).
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