The Five Reasons Why I’m Committing to Improving My Post Partum Body, Now!

The days are still short, nights are long, cold and dark and the only sweet stuff in the house is left over candy canes, and that just won’t do!

For every time I feel an ounce of motivation to get on the health and fitness wagon, I get five reasons to quit that come along with it. So, I’m being super strict with myself and I’ve searched deep to find the five reasons to get started now! I am trying hard to squish the quitting demons but occasionally Papa John calls my name and sends pizza!

So, here I am, 34 weeks pregnant and wearing a tight dress and very high heels (which you luckily can’t see in this photo, because as it turns out, pregnant swelling feet from dancing all night do not fit into beautiful, strappy heels… hello, little toes. Get back in my shoe!)

Although I started waddling and my face was round, I had confidence in the way I looked and wore clothes I wouldn’t normally wear. I was proud of my pregnant body, so why shouldn’t I be proud of what I have now?

1. Working on your body confidence should be priority!

I may not be where I want to be in regards to my size and shape, but I was carrying a baby 6 and a half months ago and I should be proud of that achievement alone, as well as how well I’ve done so far. Especially since we have just had Christmas and lots of cheese!

To improve body confidence, focus on clothing. I’m going to reward myself and my body with fresh threads that make me feel good and stop putting off buying an item of clothing because it’s not the size I should be buying. This is punishment. This is an unhealthy way of looking at the body I have. I’m going to find those areas I’ve worked hard on and show them off, even if that means skinny jeans that shoe off my ankles, because they look great and that’s about it! I’ll get there, one small body part at a time.

2. It’s January. Exercise will help me beat the blues.

I’m not expecting to love going for a run outside when it’s almost freezing, dark and raining but there’s something enjoyable about running in a group with like minded individuals that meet once a week and use this exercising opportunity to catch up with each other’s lives. Group exercise is encouraging and fun when you find something that suits you. I’ve become quite fond of this lifestyle

3. Milo will soon outrun me so I need to learn to keep up.

I’m doing that by putting him in the running buggy and running for my life. It gives me a head start because if he follows his dad, Milo will be lapping me with ease by age 3! Running isn’t just a good form of exercise, it’s good for the soul and your mental health. Being outdoors helps free your mind of negative thoughts and practicing mindfulness whilst you run reminds you how to release tension and just let go. And if you reap the benefits of the great outdoors, imagine how good it is for the little ones?!

4. Marbella hen and bridesmaid duties!

Yes. I want to feel good when wearing a bikini again. I initially thought that I want to look good in a bikini again but if I asked my husband for his opinion, he would say that I already do so I’m relying on the confidence I get when I’m sun kissed and less wobbly to know I’ve succeeded in getting my Marbella bikini body!

5. If I’m teaching my son to be the best version of himself, he needs role models. Starting with me.

This is what is most important in my eyes. If we all try to be the best version of ourselves, we show our children how we expect them to act. To follow this through life, I believe we are helping our children develop great qualities in themselves and they will learn to look for positive personality traits in others too.

Let’s all help contribute to a change in this world that gives hope and spreads love and good vibes between each other. Small changes from everyone now can make a huge difference for the future!

A Day in the Life of a Talipes Mummy

It sounds like a huge challenge with those boots and bar attached to Milo for 23 hours a day but, it’s normal life for us. Luckily, Milo is our first born so we don’t have anything to compare it to. The first two weeks of his life were crazy so when we finally settled into weekly hospital visits and plaster cast legs, we soon got used to that as being normal. So when it came to having his boots fitted, we were excited for less hospital trips and fun daily bath times.

Milo has his boots and bar on his feet for 23 hours a day, meaning the hour out of them is filled with squidgy cuddles, tummy time, baths and boot cleaning! He has his free time just before the bed time routine so we can tie in his bath and change of clothes with this, minimising the amount of times we take his boots off throughout the day.

Mornings for Milo are quite straightforward and not too different to anyone else’s routine. He wakes us up by blowing raspberries or yawning very loudly, and then it’s bottle time. Mr independent will only take his bottle when holding it himself now so as he’s doing this, lay like a king on our bed, I take the opportunity to get myself ready for the day. Typically it’s activewear thrown on, for actually being active and going to the gym! With bottle thrown across bed and mum all ready for the day, boots and bar come off so Milo can be dressed. There’s usually a bit of a whiff from the boots and Milo’s feet because that area does get sweaty. We try and eliminate as much smell as possible by using a wet wipe on the boots and then using talc on boots and feet.

Boots and bar back on and Milo’s ready too. Heading downstairs with a million things in my arms, including the little man has become the norm. He’s pretty easy to carry, no different from other babies that can hold themselves comfortably on your hip.

The first hurdle we come across happens every morning before breakfast. I usually forget to remove the bar between Milo’s feet to help him into his high chair so try to do it one handed whilst he’s in my arms. Sometimes I succeed, most of the time I have to admit defeat and sit him on my lap and start again. We have a wooden high chair so the metal bar banging against it is very noisy, which we forget are now very used to. We’ve often had visitors asking why we are banging so loud in our kitchen and it takes us a while to correct them and show them who is really making the noise.

Once breakfast is all done and Milo’s bag is packed for the day, we usually head out to our local leisure centre so mummy can have some free time and work out. It’s only about 20 minutes away by foot, and we really enjoy the walk. Especially now that Milo can see the world, forward facing in his stroller. We use the childminding facility for Milo so he gets about 2 hours play time on his own, which he loves. He especially enjoys the attention he gets from the lovely staff that run it. I get a little bit of time to myself too, a chance to blow off steam, talk to adults and relieve anxiety. It’s the reboot I need and will always recommend to any parent that feels like their life is on repeat, day after day.

After a little bit of me time, I always feel a lot more positive about motherhood. I remind myself I’m doing a good job, then I reward myself with coffee and cake with friends! Milo enjoys this part of the day too. He has someone new to entertain and show off too and they aren’t bored of singing his favourite songs to him, so he’s completely spoilt with love and attention the whole day.

We usually throw in another walk around our area, or walk to the shop (especially now it’s creme egg season again). Outdoor time is so important and good for the soul, it exhausts us both too, enough for Milo to nap and mummy to have a quick clean up!

House cleared, Milo well rested and dinner cooking and it’s finally time for a cup of tea. The stereotypical afternoon ritual of stay at home mums everywhere! It’s well needed and definitely deserved though. So, never deny yourself of that quick 10 minute rest whilst you can because as soon as you know, your husband comes home from work and that is the equivalent of 3 children returning home – a whirlwind!

Milo’s dad comes home and gets fed, then it’s their time together until bedtime at 7! In this time, I sit back and watch the two nutters play together and remember how lucky I am. Yes, sometimes I wish those boots and bar could be stored in the cupboard and never see the light of day, but Milo was born with talipes and that is a small part of him. He’s a tough cookie, he copes just fine and we will have great stories to tell him when he’s old enough to learn about his condition. Until then, we will continue to encourage him to be the best version of himself and enjoy life.

I think we’re doing a good job, and Milo’s pretty darn lucky to have two crazy, loving parents like us.

Happy New Year!

A big Happy New Year from all of us, especially Milo! We have been so busy over the Christmas period so I decided to take a small social media break, put pen to paper and plan my 2018 goals.

I spent some time reflecting on my year too. I started 2017 pregnant and sober and watching the London fireworks on television. I remember how odd it felt that I wasn’t drunk and cheering in the New Year with friends or dancing to our favourite band but it was so exciting knowing our baby would be born a few months after. I also only had 15 weeks left at work and it was the best countdown, especially as my bump grew and I had inquisitive pre schoolers asking me all things baby. Maternity leave arrived pretty quickly and in time for the May bank holiday. It should have been a relaxing time but as the days were long and warm, I did anything I could to stay outside. Mostly hanging out with my niece or my friends with kids, because they love to play outside (and so do I). When my due date arrived, so did the hottest days of the year and many trips to the farm shop for ice cream. I was greeted with a lot of “ahhhh, when are you due?” Or “how long have you got left?” At first it was funny when I told them I was due 4 days ago or Monday, last week! I soon got frustrated that Milo wasn’t here yet though and instead of staying close to home in case something happened, I went where I wanted and most of the time I was completely under prepared. Who knew you should carry your maternity notes everywhere?! 12 days over due and my husbands birthday, the day I was getting induced. I decided to take him out for a birthday breakfast, 30 minutes away. We knew Milo wasn’t going to come on his own so we really weren’t worried, although, everyone else was slightly concerned that we were so relaxed about it.

Milo arrived and we have been happier than ever. Although time has passed so quickly since then, we’ve enjoyed every single day together. We had a few bits of bad news last year that have changed small parts of our lives and the way we look at things. Despite this, we remain positive and grateful, even if it’s for five minutes that day.

Positivity is my main focus for the year, and as much as I used to cringe at those “New Year, New Me” posts on social media, I now welcome them because it means somebody has the positive outlook that they need to make improvements to live a happier life and I think we could all do with those kind of people around us.

I’m also going to make an extra special effort to praise people because I often think it, but never say it. So, lady I’ve seen running up the same road for the past 2 years… good job and great improvement!

With only 6 weeks until I go back to work, I will remain positive, prepare for my return and make the most of my coffee and cake dates!

Happy New Year!

Surviving the Christmas Shopping Rush with a Baby

There are no tips here, because to put it quite simply, you just have to wing it. No matter how organised I thought I was, back in October, I have failed miserably at retrieving organised mum status. Possibly because I have never managed to be organised before in my life, so with our little wild child thrown into the mix I didn’t have much hope. I admit this and can picture my mum sniggering quietly to herself because she’s known all of my life that I really would forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on. That old chestnut!

I decided to start my Christmas shopping in October, with a very excitable husband when he spotted a Hamley’s store in a busy shopping centre. His day was obviously a bit grey, the day before a half marathon, me dragging him in and out of shops, trying to find something to fit my new mum body shape – obviously moaning and stressing out when I wasn’t getting my way with the fresh threads that were tempting me. Then, in the distance, Hamley’s must have shone down like an angel sent from heaven and off he went. Now, my husband has similar personality traits to a Jack Russell Terrier and is still an 8 year old boy at heart. This is no exaggeration, when we have visitors, he marches the little ones into the garden for ball games, loses balls over fences in every direction and eventually comes back inside – ‘tail’ between his legs – sweat dripping from his head, 10 minutes later than the children he was originally entertaining because they have exhausted every game imaginable and asks ‘what shall we do now?’ That paints a pretty good picture of my dearest!

So yes, my husband ran to the greatest toy shop he’d ever seen in his life (his words) and I lost him for a good half an hour. I was slowly walking around, showing Milo the toys with flashing lights and getting excited at his reactions. I eventually decided to attempt to make my exit and round up my troops. I was faced with a pile of toys with legs. A voice between the boxes said ‘I’ve picked up a few bits for Milo and I think I’ve sorted all the kids Christmas presents’. Yes, he had! After checking over the goods, we proceed to the checkout and I feel accomplished and I had done nothing at all. What a great feeling.

My husband came to the rescue on two more occasions too. One was a phone call, he was in Sainsbury’s and they had an offer on toys, so we had now doubled up on the kids Christmas presents and it was only November! The next occasion was yet another trip to Hamley’s, and you’ve probably guessed, over spent on the little ones AGAIN. So we are now super organised for birthdays next year too!

If I’ve learnt anything from these experiences, it has been to find an adult who loves Christmas and fun and games and let them choose the presents!

Now, the little people of the family have more than been sorted and it has been time for me to sort my life out and shop for everyone else. Milo is not a fan of department stores, going from a cold high street to an over heated, busy building is just not fun for him – and quite rightly so. However, this is where I enjoy my Christmas shopping days, so I had to find an alternative. I did a shop sweep. One shop, every gift! Next was perfect for this. Fantastic Christmas goodies for all of the family and also personal to my favourite people. Winner!

My shopping habits have definitely changed over the past few months and I only have a few helpful hints to survive the Christmas shopping madness. Unfortunately, they involve my husband, or another fully energised, Duracell bunny that has the love for Christmas and kids toys. Oh and, internet shopping – preferably not accompanied by a bottle of red wine after a crazy day playing Mum/Auntie/GymGoer/Cleaner/Chef because who knows what you might end up with!

Five Times I Wish I Listened To Advice From Others…

And times I wish I didn’t!

Pregnancy makes you a magnet for curious children, other mums and the older generation, with the latter trying to offer you ‘helpful’ hints and tips whether you want to hear it or not. I’ve thought back to those little snippets of advice, some I dismissed and should have actually listened and then the really unhelpful ‘wise words’.

Five pieces of advice I wish I had listened to.

Never wake a sleeping baby.

The go to baby tip that I thought people told me when they didn’t know what else to say. Or so I thought.

As it turns out, babies really DO NOT like to be woken up. Not even for feeding. So all of those times I was watching the clock and worrying that our little tike hadn’t been fed for two whole hours and considered waking him up, I should have just let him sleep. Looking back on the first few weeks, Milo never lasted more than three hours before needing to be nursed again and this time reduced to hourly feeds in the day and two hourly feeds at night as he got older. I’m not saying this is because I would disturb his sleep to feed him but I do wonder whether this was a contributing factor to the numerous wake up calls at night. (I am aware babies are meant to wake up through the night, but sore nipples that are attacked hourly are not welcomed with open arms.)

Make freezer meals for when your little bundle arrives

I was (un)lucky enough to have about 8 weeks off work before Milo arrived so I did manage to make a few freezer meals in between my daily walks to get ice cream and creme eggs – crazy pregnant lady life. However, we ate them all by the time Milo was 4 days old and I spent a lot of time telling people that we didn’t need to use them because we had plenty of time to sort our dinner out. Then came Daddy’s return to work and the realisation that those freezer meals really would have been handy! So next time, I will have meals in the freezer that have been stashed in secret so that when Daddy comes home from work, he really will think I’m super mum and I get shit done.

Express your milk at any opportunity

I didn’t do this and it is my biggest regret. Milo struggled to latch on to my left side whilst feeding in the first few weeks and I struggled to get milk when I first started expressing from it too. If I had started expressing from day one, I know I would’ve had more milk for Milo to feed. If I could go back and start the breastfeeding process again, I would have expressed as much as I could to increase my supply and become a milk machine for my very hungry baby!

Make the most of having your other half at home, by resting

Of course you want to rest after having a baby, you deserve it. But, Daddy’s home! Two whole weeks as a little family and you expect me to stay inside and sleep? I wanted to get out and about and show Milo off to the world. We did a lot of that. I remember packing our bag and leaving the house at midday and returning at 10pm when Milo was 3 weeks old after visiting a castle and spending the evening out with family. It was one of my favourite days but I was definitely exhausted. Three weeks post cesarean section and a long day of walking and socialising really took it out of me but at the time I didn’t know why I was thought of as crazy. I do now. I’ll definitely use Dad’s paternity leave as my nap time when we do it again!

Spend time at home in the first few weeks

Again, we did not do that. We didn’t find our feet as parents at home and my recovery was probably longer than it needed to be because I wanted to walk everywhere. Of course I did, it was summer and Milo was born at the hottest time of the year (the hottest and driest Glastonbury Festival in years too). But yes, we should have just enjoyed they summer from our back garden.

And the pieces of advice I wish I hadn’t listened to…

Feed your child every three hours, even if they are sleeping

This may or may not have been the reason Milo was always awake for the first 12 weeks of his life. Next time, as long as our baby is putting on weight from being fed, I am happily going to let them sleep for longer periods of time if that’s what they want to do. (I will forever be grateful for the baby safety feature that makes them wake up during the night, but at least two hours of sleep at a time will always be welcomed!)

Get your baby in a routine from day one

No. Not happening. Don’t feel the pressure to have a perfect clockwork baby. Especially if you are breastfeeding. Breastfed babies are fed on demand. You might see a pattern after a few weeks where they are going for longer periods of time between feeds and then a growth spurt happens and everything goes out of the window. Just expect to feed your baby when they are hungry and you won’t feel like you are failing at finding a routine. It will happen. Just not as a newborn, no matter how good your best friends mums cousins baby is at this routine crap. Lucky them. If your baby is happy, healthy and responsive then you are the best at your job.

Switch to formula to help your baby sleep through the night

It did work. But within a month, Milo rejected breastfeeding and I wasn’t ready. My milk disappeared without any feeling as Milo gradually refused his feeds but guzzled a bottle of formula milk.

Dream feed

For us, the dream feed didn’t work. It just meant that Milo had an extra feed at 10pm before waking up again at midnight. The dream feed could be a god send for some but Milo obviously thought it was an opportunity to get an extra feed. In some ways, I’m glad I listened to this piece of advice because I found out that it didn’t work for us but it could have worked and I would then be promoting this method.

I guess advice comes from generations of mothers who found that these little things all worked for them in different ways.

Unfortunately, parents do have to find things out for themselves and for us, as Milo’s parents, we are grateful for any piece of advice that has been shared and feel honoured to share what we find helpful when we have been asked. So thank you for the advice, it has all been used – if not in everyday life, then most certainly for blogging material! Carry on supporting each other as parents, and we will all have days when we feel we have smashed it!

Operation: Straight Feet for Milo

How prepared can you be for your baby’s first ever operation? Whether your baby is 16 years old, 16 months or 16 hours, as parents you will have the same anxieties, worries and emotions no matter what age it may happen. No matter how big or small the operation, watching your child go under general anaesthetic isn’t pleasant. 

We always knew operation day would happen and we knew that Milo would still be very little and this was a lot to deal with, emotionally. For the first two weeks of Milo’s life, we felt like we were left in the dark and given very basic information about his condition. However, looking back, we were clearly just being concerned parents and the professionals were doing their jobs and following procedures. 

We were first told about the operation, in detail, at our first appointment with physiotherapy. It seemed straightforward and small. Milo would be put under general anaesthetic, he would have a small incision at the back of each ankle to snip the Achilles’ tendon and then he would get stitched up and plaster casted for recovery. Simple. The procedure is very simple and low risk, but Milo’s still our baby. 

When we had confirmation of the day of the operation, we felt relief and anxiety all in one. It was exciting to know that we were moving onto the next phase and Milo was making good progress. The next phase just meant, operation. 

The date was hanging over our heads, but it didn’t feel like a gloomy black cloud. It was more like the bright and positive sun, with a black cloud passing by occasionally. We are a positive family, so we were looking forward to the big day more than we were worrying about it but talking to others about what was going to happen to Milo was introducing a little bit of fear every time we spoke about it. This was partly down to how our family and friends would react to what we were telling them and partly because we had repeated the procedure so many times, we had started to think in more detail, what could go wrong?

Our trip to the hospital seemed to be the longest one to date, when in reality, it was probably one of the more straight forward journeys we had taken. We were very organised on the day and reserved a parking space in the car park where we had become members, to get discounted rates every time we had to go to hospital. We even turned up to our appointment early, which we probably couldn’t do if we were bribed with free food! 

Once we were set up to take Milo into the hospital, it all seemed very real and the sicky, worrying feeling was well and truly present. The hospital corridors were long and I started noticing worried looking parents walking by, when before I only noticed happy, smiley children. 

Once we were on the ward, I could only see positives, which was a relief. The staff were all very friendly and parents in the waiting room were all dealing with children getting hungry due to being nil by mouth so I knew I wasn’t alone. For that reason, and that we had support from Milo’s Nan too! 

The wait to be called into theatre was long, poor Milo hadn’t been fed milk in five hours, the pain I was feeling from my chest was almost as unbearable as the wait itself. As a family, we were all getting impatient, there were quite a few huffs and puffs and groans. Then out of nowhere, we were called through. There was a tiny hospital gown waiting for Milo and we had him swaddled in a blanket, relaxed and content, just how I wanted to keep him. We were talked through what was going to happen as we were holding our little baby tightly in our arms and in no time at all, they were holding a mask out, ready to put him under the general anaesthetic. Milo was held by dad, sat on a stool, with me stood closely behind. The mask was put over Milo’s nose and mouth and after taking a few breaths his eyes started to close and he started to fidget a little bit, which is expected. He was then put into the operating table and had a kiss from mummy and daddy. Then came the tears, the ones that all theatre staff expect but you still feel like you’re the only parent to cry and you don’t have your shit together. The reassurance I got was from another mum on the ward tell me that the first time is always the hardest. This made me realise that parents go through this regularly and there are so many brave mums, dads, siblings and grandparents and this is something to admire. We were lucky to be in a hospital which spread so much positivity in their community. 

The 45 minute wait for Milo to come out of theatre was long and boring. I sat holding his Muslim cloth for the duration, wiping away tears whenever I thought about what was happening to our little boy but I also took the opportunity to enjoy a hot cup of tea! 

After 45 minutes of pacing the waiting room wondering what to do with myself, the nurse called us into recovery. The room was empty, just Milo being cuddle by a nurse and a few others stood around. He was handed back to us straight away and the knots in my stomach released immediately and I felt like everything was better again. We had about an hour and a half to cuddle our little boy before heading home and getting back to reality. It was definitely a time to cherish after such a long and tiring day. 

We were told that the operation went well and Milo’s feet were in the position that they should be in so you can imagine how excited we were to take the final plaster casts off and see the result! It has all been worth it so far and now Milo looks like a super cool snowboard kid in his boots and bar! 

Milo post operation. 

And Milo’s straight little feet! 

The Mummy Worries

Mums worry. I know that. My mum used to worry about me pulling out of the junction by our family home in my car, at age 25! I get it now though… Nothing can prepare you for that feeling of worry when YOU are the mum. I’ve been thinking about these little wobbles I have, daily, I may add. Most of the time I can laugh at myself and I know I’m being silly, I look back at how I used to react when my own mum had similar wobbles. I had perfected the full body eye roll by age 4. 

So, I decided to make a list of things that mums are bound to worry about, and because lists are productive, I’ve tried to show how these worries do seem like a big deal. Because at one point, they were a big deal to you. 

Am I feeding my baby enough/is he sleeping enough/ is he getting enough interaction?

The main newborn worries, all rolled in to one. This is relative to me right now; when the only food my baby had access to was coming from my boob, I had no idea how much he was getting from me. All I knew was that he was growing. What I didn’t know though – if he’s putting on weight, he’s getting enough milk. If I would have known this, my first few weeks of breastfeeding would have been easier and I wouldn’t have put so much pressure on myself to feed constantly. It wasn’t until I started combination feeding after 12 weeks of exclusive breastfeeding that I really started to relax. Milo was napping better in the day and would sleep for longer than an hour and a half at a time during the nighttime. 12 weeks of worrying about feeding your perfectly happy and healthy baby is so unnecessary, but I’m glad I did worry and eventually see sense because everything is a learning curve! 

As for sleeping… Milo didn’t do this much. I spent weeks and weeks searching for baby sleep routines and recommended daily sleep for newborns. The more I found, the more I worried. Take the expected hours of sleep in a 24 hour period for a newborn – 16 to 20 hours a day, I believe – now halve it and that is vaguely what Milo was getting. One day, I had calculated his sleep at 12 hours in a 24 hour period and 10 of those hours were throughout the night. I had it all written down and I thought there was something wrong with our son. What you don’t get from a piece of paper or a baby routine app, is how your baby is actually coping with such little sleep. Milo liked to cat nap and was perfectly happy to have 15 minute naps all through the day. As soon as I dismissed the routine app from my phone, I relaxed. Milo also started sleeping longer and I guess it’s because I spared him of my negative energy and he was able to relax more! 

And now, interaction. As long as we see eye contact, cooing, copying facial expressions and shifting attention, there tends to be nothing to worry about. So carry on giving a running commentary on getting yourself dressed in the morning and singing to your number one fan about how annoyed you are that the house doesn’t tidy itself, because you are doing enough. You are doing a great job! 

What if I have nobody to talk to at the baby and toddler group?

Ahh, it’s like high school again. You’ve thrown yourself into the deep end and booked a space at the new parent and toddler group. On your own! Why?!? Why did you do it? No baby buddies, no supportive husband and no ballsy 6 year old to ambush all of the other parents, making them feel obliged to compliment you on raising such a confident little thing! Never mind, you’ve done it now. Time to take action. You get to the group super early and pick a spot that isn’t completely on the outside so you get cut out by the uncomfortable looking regulars but also isn’t directly in the middle where you tend to get the ‘toppers’, those parents that claim their child has had/done everything your child has, and more! No, you want a neutral spot. Near the door, so you can assess the groups coming in. Slightly off centre so you can engage in conversation with a select few friendly faces. And finally, fairly close to the hot drinks table. Close enough to suss out the teabag/stirring spoon/sugar scooping etiquette but far away enough to not panic yourself over hot drink spillages near the baby – that is if your local group still allows hot drinks around the little ones. 

Why are we worrying about this? We should bite the bullet and turn up when we are ready, sit where we want – let’s face it, we don’t want to sit by a breezy door in winter – and who cares if no parent talks to us on our first trip to the group? We’ve got our little dude to talk to (not the conversation we were hoping for, but he never lets you down). 

I’ve booked and paid for these swimming lessons. What will I do if he doesn’t like water?

Again, minor worry here! Babies might cry when they first enter a swimming pool because it’s cooler than what they are used to; and that loud echo of others talking, shouting and laughing is pretty daunting too. However, like most humans, babies quickly get used to this environment and they might not be keen on staying at first but you need to remember that yes, you did book your space and pay for those baby swimming lessons so you can get as much attention and support from your instructor as possible, that is why they are there. They want to support you so you feel the session is successful, and then comes positive feedback and word of mouth recommendations which are golden for small business owners. So, we are winning all round!

What if I don’t hear my baby wake in the night?

Well, this worry came from pregnant me. Life before Milo. I soon realised that it was going to be impossible to miss those noises through the night and I was relieved. Although, I didn’t realise that I’d get so confused during those early morning wake up calls. It’s not just me though, luckily this confusion is common and I’ve loved laughing at stories from friends about their confused episodes. Putting things away in strange places, thinking the baby is still in the bed with you but has somehow got lost in the covers (when really he’s sound asleep in his cot) and thinking somebody is ringing the doorbell at 4am. These are a few of my favourite stories to giggle about!

I suppose the real worry for me now though, what if I don’t hear my baby waking when he’s in his own bedroom?! I’m sure I will hear him, just the same as I do now, but we just need to wait until we cross that hurdle!

What is this rash?!

For the first few weeks of life, babies skin is always changing. Dry skin is common, as are blemishes here and there. You still don’t believe that though. Milo was admitted to hospital at 6 days old because his skin looked as though it had a slightly blue tinge to it, combined with a struggle latching on to my boob and very irregular feeding times – not wanting to feed for 7 hours through the night and then feeding every half an hour the next night – we were glad he was being monitored and I got that extra feeding support. Nothing was wrong with him of course. It was just changeable newborn skin. Another thing that nobody tells you about. 

Little ones are forever going to the doctors surgery with rashes too. Viral rashes. It seems as though it’s the go to answer but just be relieved when you are told that is all it is. And never feel silly for taking your child to the doctor. They are always happy to check over your little ones and catching early symptoms leads to better treatment and recovery if ever there was something abnormal. 

I suppose my biggest worry recently was going through milo’s operation and mostly going under anaesthetic. Looking at what we worry about as mothers definitely helped me through the situation. It’s normal to express concern when it comes to your child, no matter how big or small it may be. If anyone can help you overcome your fears and worries by talking about their own experiences or stating facts. We should really be listening, and taking deep breaths whilst telling yourself that everything will be okay! 

Please remember to talk to someone regarding any concerns you have that may be niggling away at your thoughts, our babies need us to be positive and full of confidence. You’re stronger than you will ever know!