When three become four..

It’s been four days since we had Baby George.
Labour was significantly longer with him than it was for Elizabeth and very different. Probably, dare I say it, a little easier. Not that the word ‘easy’ could ever apply to labour.
If I had to pick between the two, I would definitely choose George’s longer birth over Lizzie’s ridiculously short, shocking one.

Maybe it’s because I’ve done it once before, so I knew what to expect (although because I knew what to expect, I was pretty much dreading labour throughout the whole pregnancy this time). Maybe it’s because my midwives this time around were much better, or maybe, it’s because every birth is so different!

I must admit – I do always get a little touchy when people say to me things like “at least your labour with Lizzie was quick” and yes, I know I didn’t need to have an emergency c section, she wasn’t breach and I didn’t have a hemorrhage (or any of the other hundred things that could have gone wrong) but it was bloody horrific all the same and I was pretty much in shock the entire time.
Labour with George took five and a half hours, which, although still quick, doesn’t go anywhere near Lizzie’s 2 hour labour, and seemed to be a lot calmer.

imageMid Contraction

At 5.30AM I all of a sudden started to get some quite painful tightenings about 10 mins apart, so I phoned Marc at work (on the night shift, poor bugger) and whacked a pizza in the oven.
I’m not mental, cold pizza = perfect labour snack.
Quick phone call to the parents as well to make the hour and a half journey to be chief baby sitters.
By the time the pizza was done and Marc, taking the longest time ever, was home, the contractions were getting a lot closer and were increasing in intensity.
Thankfully, we’d finally sorted out the hospital bags two days prior (although I forgot to replenish with new snacks – I’d eaten all the ones Marc bought) so it was just a case of getting Lizzie up and heading on in.
With Lizzie, Marc was pretty calm before we left the house. This time he was running around like a headless chicken (he denies this) which actually made me laugh through a couple of contractions..so not a bad thing!
When we got there, quick check said I was 5 cm dilated, so in active labour.
I was 5cm dilated three days before I even had Lizzie! If I’d thought labour was going to be longer this time, I’d have taken in some music or something. We were basically sat there in silence in the pool room till we whacked a bit of radio 2 on! I got Sara Bareilles – Brave stuck in my head and sang it through every contraction….surprisingly, this helped.
Fast forward a few hours and the pain started getting bad enough for me to want the gas and air, even though from past experience this made me feel horrendously sick. George is continuing to kick me through labour and actually seems to be causing some contractions himself. Thanks George. I’ll remind you of this when you’re older.
My midwives this time were fantastic and were telling me how to breathe and making me visualise things, which helped so much.
Finally the waters popped and then, BAM. Baby’s head was coming.
Apparently at this point, Marc thought I was going to break his arms as I was “bending them over the side of the pool”
He’s lucky he said nothing of his “pain” to me at the time.
Three bloody hard contractions later (whilst I can still feel him kicking and moving his head!) and he’s out. 10.54AM. Peeing all over me. What a way to greet the woman who’s carried you around for nine months!
He started crying straight away and after a bit of skin to skin and cord cutting, was taken to be wrapped up warm and passed to Marc.


The whole process took a lot longer than we were expecting, but this was a relief! Contractions with George were a steady buildup to the worst ones right in the last 20 mins, making it far more manageable.
Contractions with Lizzie were the same from start to finish for the whole two hours. Excruciating.
I think the fact that I wasn’t screaming for “ALL THE DRUGS” this time pretty much proves it, quicker labours are not easier!

What I wasn’t expecting this time was the after labour pains. I mean…because labour isn’t painful enough?! Seriously body?

Apparently if you’ve had more than one child, after labour pains can be much worse. No kidding. I have been on a constant pain killer spree since he’s been out. For the first day I couldn’t even stand up straight. Oh and because I choose to breastfeed and do the body’s “natural thing” – this makes it worse and triggers more contractions. Yes. Contractions. They do not finish after you’ve had the baby! Why is nature so cruel? *sobs*

We brought George home at around 5pm the same day, just in time to see Lizzie before bed. She was pretty confused but excited to give the baby a kiss. This excitement stopped at bed time. It turned into a screaming, kicking monster.
She’s had a few pretty mental tantrums the last few days, but I think she’s finally realised that “BABY JOOOOJ” is staying. She likes to give him a kiss and cuddle in the mornings so at least that’s progress! She freaks out every time he has his nappy changed though.
Baby George – 9th February –  10:54AM  – 8lb 6oz



So close!

The last two weeks. The home stretch. Obviously I’m being optimistic when I say 2 weeks, I’m aware that I’m quite likely to go over that, but for now, I’m hoping for two weeks. At most. Please.
Pregnancy is definitely the happiest reason to feel like utter crap.
I am exhausted, irritable, emotional, hungry, nauseated, walking like I’ve been kicked in the groin and so fat I can’t even sit down comfortably. Rolling over in bed is a 5 minute mission and my pregnancy jeans don’t even fit me anymore without causing more severe heartburn.
The glow? Screw you, ‘glow’. You’ve never even popped over for a brief visit!

One good thing that has come from being so close to due date is that we’ve finally sorted the bedrooms out.I’m a last minute kinda gal. The nursery is pretty bare, but we’re waiting to see if we have a pink or blue with the possibility of moving Lizzie to the very pink guest room / nursery if it’s a blue.

Lizzie has been having this spate of three hour nap times. They have been amazing (I’ve been napping too), but I feel they have come to an end and it makes me want to cry. I am genuinely devastated. An hour is not enough nap time. At all.
Bless her though, she’s been very chirpy and becoming more affectionate every day. She even managed to say a strange toddler version of “love you” today. It sounded more like “loooloooo” but I know she meant to tell me she loved me (not grasping at straws at all).
My belly is getting lots of strokes and kisses. I really hope she knows what’s going on…I’d hate to see her do this to any non pregnant person’s belly!

Babies are so expensive!

We’ve been trying to get a newborn photographer. We had an amazing one for Lizzie in Yorkshire, but down here I can’t even find one remotely rivaling the price she charged. Unfortunately I can’t justify spending the amount of money being asked for down here, on a few photos. However amazing those photos may be. I don’t want this baby to have less than what Lizzie has, this child is equally special, it’s just proving difficult! I’m just really hoping I don’t have to take them myself – you’ve all seen those ‘expectation V reality’ pictures on Pinterest / Facebook / Google – that’s what it’ll be like! Then I definitely would feel sorry for this child!
We’ve contacted the cheapest photographer in the area, but to be honest, driving to Yorkshire is probably our cheapest option. (Yes we’re mental, but actually considering this!)

Thankfully, we’ve been quite spoilt and not had to buy the moses basket, stand, baby swing – everything that was too bulky and that I sold last time around – which has saved us a lot.

All I can say is, come on lottery win!!


38 weeks.


Naps and checkups.

I’ve always been one for a good nap. Before I had a child, they were an average of 40 mins. Now, a nap for me isn’t a good nap unless it’s at LEAST two hours. So really, not a nap. A mini sleep.
I am so happy that Little Squish’s average nap time is currently pushing 3 hours. I honestly don’t know how I’ll cope when nap times disappear.
No naps, a toddler and a newborn? Surely there are laws against this.

Went for my 36 week checkup today. The midwifes here have been pretty lax, I’ve hardly seen anyone! My last appointment was at 28 weeks. Had a different midwife again (I’ve not seen the same one more than once) but all went pretty well. It could have been pretty horrendous considering I had E with me and it was her nap time. She’s pretty moody when she’s tired. Takes after me, clearly.
Baby is 1/5 engaged, wouldn’t stay still at all – my belly literally looked like a plate of jelly- and has a strong heartbeat. Midwife is convinced of the gender based on this.
E started freaking out when my belly was being prodded and poked, even more so when the doppler came out. It was actually mega sweet. She started shouting “BABY!” and looked really worried. She was holding my hand but trying to push the midwife out of the way. As soon as I came off of the table, she lifted my top up and started stroking my belly.
I have no idea whether she actually understands what’s going on, but we have been talking to her about it every day. Maybe she’s just very protective of my belly. Who knows.

It’s sort of dawned on us recently how much baby stuff we sold after Lizzie grew out of it. We thought we were prepared and have been pretty much coasting along this pregnancy thinking we won’t have to spend much money, until.. Where’s the moses basket? We sold it. Where’s the baby swing? We sold it. Where’s the play mat? We sold it.
Baby stuff costs much more than it really should. Seriously. Thank God we still have the pram! I think husband would have a heart attack if we had to buy a pram and whole new travel system too!



Nocturnal baby.

There are a lot of things that wind me up when I’m near the end of a pregnancy.  Well,  actually,  they would wind me up even if I wasn’t pregnant,  I just have a much lower tolerance for idiocy and assholes at this stage.  A lot of things have wound me up in the last couple of days in fact.
I have a new mattress topper.  It is amazing. It makes everything okay. Do you know what makes it even better? The new pillows that came free with it. They are so fluffy and soft. I feel like I’m sleeping on a cloud.
It’s hard to be angry when you’re sleeping on a cloud.

Bump is currently having a rave in my stomach,  giving me random spurts of heartburn. With Lizzie  I had to occasionally poke her to make her move. I needed to know I wasn’t just imagining I was pregnant and not just getting fat. This baby is having non stop party time and not letting me forget it’s there for one second.
This is good,  but a little inconvenient at 3am.

Elizabeth has started challenging us more and more recently and it is exhausting! Yes I know it’s great that she’s independent and has her own mind,  but sometimes,  I would like to be able to have more than an hour of calm,  behaved,  happy child time. Throwing things accross the room and or screaming at me because she has to have a nappy changed, isn’t greatly appreciated.

She’s started to play nicely with kids her own age now though which is a relief… She’s always been great with kids who are either obviously younger,  or a lot older.. But with anyone a similar age to her,  she seems to have tried to ignore them when they come up to her,  or gotten stroppy with them. Who can blame her? Id get stroppy too if people I didn’t know came up to me and either tried to hug me,  get in my face or take my toys.
We’ve still got a long way to go on the sharing front,  but she’s only a tiny tot,  she’ll get there.
Unfortunately she’s started blowing raspberries.  I say unfortunately because to anyone who doesnt know that this is what she’s trying to do, it would look like she is trying to spit on you. I feel that this could get us into trouble at some point. Best nip it in the bud.

I am freaking huge. Bump at 36weeks and 2 days.




Shortly after Elizabeth’s first birthday, we had a little bit of a happy shock.


I have recorded (very badly) Marc’s, my parents reactions, and have a recording of Marc’s mum’s reaction. I will get them on my YouTube and post the links here when I can. They are absolutely brilliant – you’d think Marc had just been told his dog had died (he is excited..kind of..)!

Our due date is Feb 3rd so only 5 weeks to go. I was back down to a size 10 for the first time in years just before I found out too! Damn.

To say I am crapping myself is an understatement. Labour. Oh God.

I’ve not helped myself and just reread my ‘Labour’ post after Lizzie too.

Thankfully, I haven’t had anaemia this time, just the usual amount of sleeping and naps. Our diet is a lot more varied though now that we have Lizzie- even though it was pretty good before, so I’m assuming that will have a lot to do with it.

The heartburn….oooh the heartburn. I did not miss that. If you don’t get heartburn constantly rushing up your throat like molten lava, aren’t sick in your mouth at LEAST once a day and don’t have to guzzle Gaviscon like water, then don’t come to me with your “oh yeah, I sometimes get heartburn” comments. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

Rib pain. If you have ever been pregnant, you know what I’m talking about. Jesus. Why does sitting down have to be so painful? Why can’t pregnant people get a break?! Every time I sit down, it feels like my ribs are destroying my organs, and then just for a laugh, bambino decides to give me a hefty kick there too.

Exercise wise – I was determined this time to continue going to the gym and running. Nope. It turns out, I have had mild Sacroiliac joint pain since the end of my previous labour, that has not gone. It basically means that the joints in my bum haven’t healed properly since labour….now they hurt like hell. Joy!
It wasn’t until I got pregnant again and it seemed to be getting progressively worse that I spoke to the midwife about it.
Now I’m lucky if I can walk for 20 mins without hobbling or being in agony. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing!
I’m going to a physio, but have been told, especially if I breast feed again, that it could take up to 18 months for me to be able to do what I was doing exercise wise, before I was pregnant, in order to heal properly.
I am going to be sooooo unfit. /cries
I’m actually envious of everyone posting about their post Christmas runs. I never thought that would happen. Stop doing it to me guys.

I have had absolutely no cravings. Do you know how disappointing that is? People I know have craved coal, pickles, ice cubes and even bleach – and I get nothing. I feel a little left out. I want to be able to say I craved some weird concoction of boiled egg and icecream, or something similarly disgusting. I have 5 weeks to go….it could still happen. Until then, I’ll just keep telling Marc I’m “craving” Ben & Jerrys icecream.




Hello again.

I am such a bad blogger.

I knew I would be before I started this. The thought is always there “ooh, I must update my blog….” and then I sit down and nap, get sucked into the newest Sky Living drama or shop for houses online as if I had just won a 60million jackpot.

Where were we?

Lizzie was just coming up to a year. We opted for a cheap birthday treat for her 1st Birthday – we took her to see the local chicken seller (she LOVES chickens). That was it. Her day made. Anything to do with poultry and we’re onto a winner.  I hope she stays this cheap in future!


Since then, we’ve been to Glastonbury, had a cheeky holiday to Cyprus and she’s started running, jumping, climbing, terrible two tantrums (I think I have the most independent toddler on the planet), and within the last month, she’s gone from saying about 5 or 6 words, to new words ever day.

Glastonbury with the monster was a totally new experience. We hung out around the kids fields rather than the stages. We avoided certain fields completely, and planned our routes around, by where we could get watermelon (our best bribe). It was great though – It was Marc’s first Glasto too, so I did feel sorry for him having to push Lizzie up the biggest hill I have ever seen, twice a day , but he seemed to enjoy it too. If anything, people were more friendly than usual if you have a child with you. On more than one occasion we had people parting crowds for us to get through!
Lizzie seemed to have a great time too. Lots of dancing in front of people and being her cheeky self.


Cyprus was full of more firsts – first time seeing the sea! I have taken her before, TWICE, to the beach in England……she slept through it both times.
She loved it. I think the sand was a bigger hit, but she got us all soaked trying to constantly run into the sea.
Lots of new words in Cyprus – Moon (her favourite), chickchick and fish. She is now obsessed with the moon. As soon as it gets dark, she runs to the window and looks for it. If we’re out for a walk in the dark, she will talk about the moon to herself for a good 10 mins. We have now managed to team it with “dar” (star) so at least we have some variation!


As for the rest, Lizzie loves to climb. She gives Marc a heart attack every time they go for a walk, trying to climb gates, fences and stairs!
This has gotten easier as we have now moved from North Yorkshire in the middle of nowhere, to the South Midlands, where these are in less abundance.
I do regularly find her escaping the baby gate and halfway up the stairs or climbing onto the windowsill though.

She has actually started putting words together now – but I’m not completely sure she knows what some of them mean.
If she drops / spills anything, she will then declare – very loudly  – “OOH NOO” which is bloody hilarious.
She also does a “ALL GONE!” complete with the hand gesture for it ,and then procedes to tell me that the moon, dar and chick chick are all gone.

She’s almost 20 months now. Her hair is always a mess and untameable. She is fiercely independent and has no qualms with telling me off. Regularly. She’s extremely confident..and stubborn.  She is our little gorgeous squish.







A young food monster in the making.

Woooah 9 months, sorry guys, my bad. Babies are pretty time consuming. I could have had a whole other baby in that time! (Thankfully I didn’t.)

Lizzie is one independent little munchkin. She rolled, she crawled and now she walks. She has 8 little gnashers, she LOVES her food, and she’s badass.

The teeth have been coming through since she was three months. I made it to six months before I decided that being repeatedly bitten on the nipple was far too painful to continue breastfeeding. I tried saying “No!”, but Lizzie thought this was hilarious and I really didn’t. We combination fed till seven and a half months, then moved her completely to bottle.
I’ve heard that babies are supposed to sleep better once they move to bottle, but that was actually the opposite for us. This could have also been because we moved her from our bed to her own room at roughly the same time. The poor bugger must have had a bit of a shock.
I don’t think I mentioned it before – we completely gave up on moses basket / crib sleeping and exclusively co slept from about two and a half months. I know there’s a lot of bad press about it, but it worked for us and we were always very careful about how we did it. Plus, it was fab waking up to her little morning smiles. Not the scratches from her talon like fingernails which I kept forgetting to trim though.

We started weaning her at just before 6 months – she decided this when she stole my bacon. I don’t blame her. Who doesn’t like bacon? We chose to go down the baby led weaning path through recommendations from family, and I’m really glad we did. I think you have to be pretty confident with it, because it’s not a case of IF your baby chokes, it’s WHEN. Thankfully we read a few books and it was briefly touched upon in our NCT class and we have been pretty confident with it throughout. The only thing she’s choked badly on, which made me slightly concerned, was mashed potato! Seriously..It wasn’t even lumpy..
She’s a food lover and baby led weaning has made her more confident and curious with food. She basically has whatever we are having. We cook fresh meals every day with plenty of fruit and veg, so we’ve not even had to change anything which is great! She especially likes any Moroccan spiced dish, and her all time fav is veggie packed enchiladas. I have witnessed her falling asleep twice in this, just because she’s refusing to stop eating. She totally takes after me.
She started crawling around 5 months (I have it written down somewhere) and has been walking like a pro for a couple of months now, starting at 2 days before she was 9 months. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when she took her first step in her bedroom, it was crazy – she looks way too small to be walking. I maintain that the only reason she started crawling and walking so early is because she is obsessed with the cat. Poor Ophelia however, isn’t overly enamoured with Lizzie.
She thinks the dogs are great, Buck thinks she’s fab, Scout thinks she’s a source of food. We’d been quite obsessive with getting her to “be nice” with the animals, which has paid off in recent weeks. She has started obviously stroking Buck, and patting, which all be it, can become an aggressive pat, but it’s a pat all the same. Buck is exceptionally good with her, and on the odd moment we’ve not been able to catch her poking him, he just licks her and cuddles into her even more. It’s actually adorable. All good practice for when she can actually keep up with the cat. Claws are not fun.
She’s got such a cheeky character. Unless she’s teething or unwell (we’ve had on off colds for about 2 months /sigh) then she’s always smiling and chattering to herself. She knows how to wave and say “hiya”, which in her case is a hand flop and “heuuuuuurgh”, she can clap, high five and tongue click. I am training her to say “mummy”, but I think “dada” will come first. She hates putting clothes on and she loves to run around naked – hopefully this will stop when she gets older, I’d rather she wasn’t an exhibitionist. Her favourite film is no longer Frozen, to my husbands delight, but Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs 1 and 2. They are pretty hilarious, so I can happily get behind this. Marc and myself could pretty much quote you the films now line for line, and we still love them. She is also mega obsessed with the old Thomas the Tank Engine series. We’re talking the Ringo Star editions, not the rubbish American ones – which Marc keeps accidentally putting on. He thinks there isn’t any difference. Lizzie and I disagree. Her smiliest time is when we blow on her tummy, or when we first go into her bedroom in the morning.
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Cuteness overload.

Lizzie has had her first Christmas (spoilt rotten,) spent with both sides of the family. She had a very large Christmas dinner, lots of new toys to play with and enjoyed chasing her…I want to say second cousin…..around and stealing her olives. This was a good day on Lizzie terms.

She was Christened in February in the same church Marc and I got married in, in South Gloucestershire. It’s such a gorgeous church, we were so lucky they agree’d to do it there. We had family come in from all over the place to come see her, it was a great day. She had a really good time! Unfortunately, I couldn’t get her away from the food, so in most of the photos, she is either stuffing her face, or has biscuit plastered all over it. Could this girl be any more like me?

Last time I posted, I had just started to get back into exercise. Maaan, that was a struggle. Thankfully, I had an awesome ‘buggy fit’ class, run by the fantastic Kate, and I have a gym buddy that has dragged me to the gym twice a week, almost every week. Not to mention a husband who is willing to try all my weird and wonderful new mega healthy recipes. He even liked some of them😉
Thanks to all of this, I actually now weigh less than before I was pregnant. Hell. Freaking. Yes. I still have a wobbly baby tum, and tiger stripes but that doesn’t bother me. I actually look okay in a bikini again and that will do.

I’ve started back at work – only part time, but that is enough. Some young whippersnapper actually said to me
“I bet you were going stir crazy at home with nothing to do”
ERM…. It took all my will power to smile back and explain that having a baby did actually take up a lot  all of your time. Energy. General will to live on a “sleep is for losers” day. Babies are exhausting dude!

Until next time, love and dribbly baby kisses XOXO