Quick update

How rubbish have I been!! and this is just a quick catch up!

To be honest, I'm spending every waking hour with my little boy because its just brilliant, playing, watching and chatting to him and I just don't have any time for stuff like writing blogs!

The only reason I have 10 Min's now is cos hes sat watching the Waybuloo's which he absolutely loves.

Plus I'm starting my new job on Wednesday so time with Brodie has been my number one priority, although I'm only working 14 hrs a week to start and I know he will be in safe hands with Daddy and good Friend Liv, who has become a childminder for Brodie.

Now to fill you in on the last 2 mths in 5 mins

• Chatting - he loves it! dif, takes after his mother, as he just doesn't shut up talking
• Swimming - I have a fish boy! he loves it, we go to Puddleducks once a week and this is by far his best weekly activity, he hasn't even cried at being dunked underwater and he took part in underwater photo shoot last week.
• Tears - we had our first ever tears on Halloween, and no not because of my costume! but because he was teething, had a cold and a chesty cough and was not a happy bunny. I think 4 and half months without tears is pretty impressive thought!
• Standing - this little boy is showing more signs of standing up on his own than rolling over. He just wants to be on his feet all the time
• Happy - the whole time I was pregnant I kept thinking I'm sure I'll have a devil child but I couldn't have been more wrong. He is sooo happy 95% of the time and only moans when hes tired, or I've forgotten to feed him! & trust me that doesn't happen often, to prove it, he is already over 17lbs!

Our next mission is sleeping through the night, but I'm not holding my breath on that one just yet!

I'm sure i'll be better with the blog post in the future, as the weather is getting grim so we're be out and about less, plus starting work again means i'll be getting use to a keyboard once again!

I'll post some photos soon...

First Holiday

Brodies first holiday to Poole to visit Uncle Lee Lees & Auntie Anna.

Brodies 9 week update

Brodie is currently taking an afternoon nap, so I thought I would take the opportunity to update you all!

Talking

Brodie is now in full swing of babytalk.. From birth everyone has commented on how he had his mothers mouth and it turns out everyone was indeed correct! Little Brodie enjoys a good old natter, just like his mum! Making cute sounds that makes you melt from the inside.

The Bottle!

In Brodies eyes, this is the dreaded bottle! The past few weeks has been an up hill struggle trying to get him to take a bottle. It started off terrible, then when we finally thought we had the knack of it things went down hill again. Once he learnt to latch on himself to the boobie he was no longer interested in the bottle. Fingers crossed though, we have found the solution - place him on a pillow facing away from you and after 5 mins of trying he seems to get the nack of it! Lets hope it stays that way and gets easier the more we do!

The Boobie

Well, from the start I always said I would be happy if I managed to feed him for two months... well mission completed! He is now 9 weeks old and i'm still feeding, and to be honest not even thinking about stopping. It took us so long & much pain to get where we are today with it, that its now become enjoyable and so much easier! Plus every day you feeding counts so i'm just going to keep on going

Jabs

Brodie has his first jabs last Friday. Personally I was dreading taking him, I dont even like taking the 8 stone dog for her jabs let alone an ikle brodie.

But mummy pulled herself together and got through it ok! Brodie was fine, he cried a little for the first, screamed for 30 secs on the second leg and then slept for almost 4 hours!

I was going to suggest that they should do the rest of his jabs at night so i could get a nice hours kips too!

The Night

which leads us to an update on the nights. There really isnt much of a routine, if hes hungry hes awake and when hes not he sleeps! Typically a night consists of two feeds, one about 1-2am and the second between 5 -6am. This pattern can however spontanously go out the window and I found myself feeding every 2 hrs.

He did impress me the other night though by going 6 hours! The only problem was that I was still waking up as the boobs were leaking all over the place.. one of the joys of breastfeeding.

Weight

Finally.. Brodie last weighted in at 9 weeks old at 13lb 14. Yes he is a little bruiser!

Next blog... Brodies First holiday

6 week photos

6 Weeks and a Smile

Brodie is 6 weeks old today and has spent the last week keeping us entertained with his cheeky cute smile, although he seems to smile for daddy more which is just typicial!

He is also so alert to everything these days, he cant be left for 10 mins without getting bored. You can see his little clockworks going as he watches the dog, or takes in the flashy lights on his toys, even the light reflected on the blind gets his brain going but best of all is when he follows me around the room or looks up when i come in the room, that in itself is feels so rewarding and worth the sleepless nights!

On tuesday our once 7.7lb little boy weighted in at 11.14lb!!!! The health visitors are really pleased with how good hes doing.

I have to say i'm so surprized at how fast he has stopped being a newborn and grow into a little boy, each day keeping us entertained with some new noise or facial expressions.

Today we are off for the six week MOT and the starting point for me to exercise and get rid of my rather terrible flabby belly! Last week I had lost two stone, so only two more to go, although i'm sure my boobs take up a stone of that!

4 weeks old

now 4 weeks old, and weighing 10.5lb. Another couple of weeks and he'll be bigger than his daddy

What you have been waiting for.. the truth about labour!

9.am Leaving the house to attend Speed Awareness Course, felt a couple of niggles but unsure whether this is the really thing

10am Middle of course and the little niggles are getting a bit more intense, now I’m really beginning to wonder

11.30am One hour left to go and every 25 mins I’m gripping the side of the chair. The trainer keeps asking if I’m ok, I felt like saying “do I bloody look it” but grinned and told him I was fine. If I didn’t stay for the full three hours I had to return to finish the course

12.30am Free to go, with course certificate in hand (probably not one I would include on CV). Another contraction on way to car, think I best ring Mr T to give him the heads up that this could be it! He has a little nervous laugh and I tell him I’ll see him at home after work

1pm Meet Becky for lunch, we take a trip to North Street and still unsure whether this is it, I keep asking Becky for confirmation that I am in fact in Labour!

3pm Contractions more regular and getting strong so we think we best get home. Mr T still nervous I think as he starts to mow the grass, as I start to breath through contractions

5pm Ok, time for tens machine

7pm We ring the hospital, cos even though you are told when we need to go into hospital during anti natal classes, this information goes out the window and at this stage I think I must be nearly there! Oh how I was wrong. As expected, hospital fobs me off and tells me to stay at home

9pm K, seriously now, this has to be been hospital time, surely contractions are fully developed! We ring the hospital; they advise me to have a bath! My initial response is to ask whether they are being serious, but Mr T runs hot bath and to my surprise it helps a bit. By this stage Mr T is fully into the swing of being a birthing partner, with breathing techniques down to a T, although by now I have bitten his head off every time he almost misses a contractions and isn’t providing the “breath in, breath out” advice which I cant possible remember for myself.

11pm By now we have visited every room in the house, I have had contractions while being sick and even quite embarrassingly wet myself during a contraction which resulting in more tears. Surely it can’t get any worse than this, we ring the hospital again and they say to come in. What a huge relief I think – time for drugs!

11.30pn We arrive at St Michaels and contractions are really strong now, we have to stop three times while we walk to the delivery room for me to grab hold of bins, railings etc during contractions. On seeing the midwife I burst into tears and beg not to be sent home.

11.40pm Midwife examines me, I’m 3cm dilated, I ask for the gas & air which I’m told isn’t allowed until I reach 4/5cm, so I ask for an epidural convinced that I can not take the pain any longer. I’m also declined this and offered pethidine – sold I’ll take it if it gets rid of pain!

12 midnight Pethidine has now kicked in, I still feel pain but sleepy at same time

2am Midwife returns to examine me and I start to pray that I’m not only 4cm. 6-7 cm, excellent!! My first question is for the gas and air, within seconds it’s in my mouth and I’m puffing away. Midwife makes a comment “this baby will here by 6am” I looked at the clock and thought “thank god, only 4 hours to go” the midwife said she needed to go and get some bits ready for delivery.

2.30am Midwife returns and I’m convinced that I need a number two! I keep telling her and she seems to suddenly snap into action, asking if my waters have broken, at which time they haven’t. Next contraction and the waters go…

2.40am The poo I thought I needed has turned into pushing… oh my god doesn’t this hurt! Very strange feeling as you can feel the baby and feel like you can feel how far it has left to come out, but the burning pain is unbelievable.

2.45am The midwife is telling me to pant pant.. oh god I think to myself, this means I’m going to rip if I don’t pant, I fully intend to listen to the midwife, but in the middle of pushing and the urge to push this seems impossible, and then its to late the damage is done.

2.50am Last contraction.. out comes the head swiftly followed by the rest of the body and apparently a gush of fluid!

Brodie George Taylor has arrived.

At this point I’m so high on gas and air, I can’t remember the point I found out he was a boy but can remember the midwife asking what his name was. Mr T looked at me, and I don’t think he dared say a name I didn’t like after the terrible ordeal he had just witnessed me going through.

They say that when they baby is put on you for the first time you forget about the pain, I can honestly say this is a load of rubbish! The pain I was experiencing was excruciating and all I could think about was the midwife sorting out the pain below.

In-between this pain, I’m asked if I want an injection to delivery placenta, I’m sure before I even had chance to answer the needle was stuck in and I was contracting and delivering the placenta, this part I can honestly stay I don’t really remember so the pain couldn’t have been that bad.

3am Finally the midwife is ready to repair and patch up the damage caused by the quick delivery and me not panting. This I can honest say is the part that traumatised me the most about the whole delivery, from the injections to the stitching was absolutely awful and Mr T would agree that this was a terrible scene.

3.45am Damage repaired and an hour after delivering I finally get chance to enjoy my little boy.

I fed Brodie for an hour and start looking at what an amazing, perfect little boy we have made.

Now I’m a mummy and going to truly enjoy every single minute!