Book Review: i-spy – In the Countryside and At the Beach

When I was a kid i-spy books were all the rage. I used to love wandering around with my book and pencil looking for all the things in the book. It was great fun and was a fantastic activity for the Summer holidays. Kept me occupied for hours!

So when I was asked to if I wanted to review a couple of the i-spy books it brought back amazing Summer memories and I thought this will be fun! Baby girl is a little too small to know the concept of the books but it’s fun putting her in the carrier and wondering off around the fields looking for everything In the Countryside book. I’m always chatting way to her so it’s great for the both of us to get some fresh air.

i-spy books - In the Countryside and at the seaside

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World Breastfeeding Week 1st – 7th August

This week is World Breastfeeding Week. As a breastfeeding mum I want to help spread the word about breastfeeding and how important it is for your baby, but we breastfeeding mum’s need some help from time to time.

#Dad’sGotThis

Tommee Tippee have launched a campaign for the roles of dads in supporting the breastfeeding mums it’s called #Dad’sGotThis. I think this is a fantastic thing to help dad’s get involved. I know my husband would have loved to of helped me out in those early breastfeeding days when it was tough.

Tommee Tippee Dad's got this campaign

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July Roundup and August Bucket List

It’s hard to believe August is here already. The start of a new month means it’s time for the monthly roundup and bucket list. July has been a crazy month. With our first family holiday and my husband’s Nan’s 100th Birthday. My older sister coming over from Canada to meet baby girl for the first time, and the biggest thing for my blog was going self hosted. I have the photo of the 100th birthday cake here in My Sunday Photo 

It really has been a crazy month and I know I’m a few days late writing this as all 3 of us have had terrible Summer colds so haven’t felt the best.

July Roundup and August Bucket List

July Roundup

So we have started the weaning journey which you can read about in baby girl’s 6 Month ReviewIt’s a fun journey seeing what she likes and doesn’t, the messy face and hands! We were given some Out of Date Mates to review and these help organise your jars and pouches to know what you opened when. A money-saving lifesaver for weaning.

Out of Date Mates on jars and packets

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6 Month Baby Review

Well here it is – the 6 month review.

6 months have gone by now since the birth of baby girl. I can honestly say and I know my husband will agree with me that it’s been the best 6 months of our life.

She has brightened up our lives that no words can explain. Her smile is infectious, she is constantly happy all the time.

baby girl in the washing basket

Even when she had the bad sniffles last week she would let out a beaming smile through the snot running out her nose!

If all babies were like her I would have lots!

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Looking back at July – My Sunday Photo 31/07/2016

Well as we say goodbye to July it’s been a fantastic month. 3 family birthdays, our first family holiday and seeing my sister over from Vancouver.

So instead of just having one My Sunday photo I have decided to show you 3.

The first one is of baby girls great Nan’s 100th birthday cake. It was fantastic and a great memory to treasure of their first meeting. The youngest in the family born in 2016 and the oldest born in 1916.

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New Mum Stories Guest Post – Me vs She

Hello and welcome to my new guest post series New Mum Stories. This weeks post is from the lovely Mouse, Moo & Me Too  

This is a lovely heartfelt post that I’m sure many of us can relate to at the start of our motherhood journey.

Mouse Moo & Me Too

Me vs She

“You look like you’ve got such a strong bond with her. You have, haven’t you? You’ve bonded with her?”
 
The question hangs in the air for a moment. I’m at my six-week post-natal check with Mouse, just over three years ago. We sit in the doctor’s room on the top floor of the busy practise. She is a locum, and she doesn’t remember me from a few years previously, when I was a patient at another surgery and terrified that I had skin cancer. She’s kinder now, softer, but still I don’t feel that I can be honest. “Oh, definitely.” I reply. 
 
I think I have bonded with her. I can feel her without looking at her – I sense when she’s awake even if she’s not in the same room, her smell is permanently on my skin, I know each and every little noise that she makes. And yet, in my very darkest hours when my body is begging for sleep, I resent her. There. It’s out. I resent her for changing my life so completely, like taking an immaculately organised drawer of treasures and upending it all over the floor. The treasures are still there, but not in their right place, and some of the really fragile pieces may have broken with the trauma and I don’t know if they can be fixed.
 
Suddenly, she dictates everything. When I sleep, wake, eat, wash, leave the house, sit down, return home. I can’t have a conversation with my husband unless she is otherwise engaged with milk or asleep. I miss him. We’ve barely been married for a year and most of that saw me pregnant and changing. I don’t know how to be his wife without also sustaining another person. I feel so much pressure. I need to shift this baby weight. I need to meet new people. I need to socialise with the people I’ve already met. I need to join groups. I need to maintain the house and have a meal on the table for 6pm. 
 
What I really need is to sleep. To lay down. To ask someone for help. To not have to pretend that I’ve got this. To admit that I don’t know what I’m doing.
 
At my lowest point, I hand her to my husband and say, “There was nothing even wrong with us before. We were fine, just us two. Why did we ever think a baby was a good idea? I don’t even want her.” I don’t even want her. I actually said that. I can remember exactly where I was stood when I said it, in our old kitchen, with the fake marble floor tiles cold against my feet despite the June warmth. Two plates were in front of me, I was trying to assemble dinner. I don’t even want her.
 
She takes, without shame. Nothing comes back – she can barely even focus on me, she looks past me. There are no smiles yet, no coos. I google “why doesn’t my baby like me?” and get thousands of search hits back. It turns out a lot of new mums don’t think that their baby likes them. 
 
And then, one day, we’re laying on the carpet of her old bedroom and I’m singing to her:
 
Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And I’ll catch you baby, cradle and all.
 
That’s not how the lullaby ends. It ends with the baby falling along with the cradle, but I can’t bring myself to sing that line. I suddenly realise that I’ve been loving her with the barriers up, because I can’t take the pain that one day I might lose her. That I’ll have to leave her. That we won’t be here together forever. That one of us will have to live without the other. Have you ever grieved for something before you’ve lost it, because you’re frightened of how strongly you feel?
 
I haven’t bonded with her, because I’ve been protecting my heart. What did I write on her birth announcement card? “She is so new, and yet we have known her forever.” I need to let her in.
 
I let her in.
Thanks Mouse Moo & Me Too.
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