Hello and welcome back to New Mum Stories. This week’s story is from Laura over at Autumn’s Mummy Blog. Laura shares with us her story of gorgeous little Autumn’s scary first few weeks for every mother.
Over to you Laura…
My new Mum story is a little dramatic and might be triggering for some, but it shows that it’s never too early to trust your instincts when it comes to your baby!
Autumn was born full-term in September 2016 after an uncomfortable but normal pregnancy, with scans that were fine and when she was born she had an Apgar score of 10/10. Everything was going so well, she was gaining weight and was doing everything she should be. On the morning she turned two weeks old, I remember sitting in bed breastfeeding her and looking down at her thinking just how lucky I was and that things almost seemed too good to be true.
That evening she projectile vomited after I fed her. “Ooh! You were too greedy!” I said to her, but I already felt like something was a little bit wrong. It was projectile, not like normal baby sick and she looked shocked afterwards. The same happened after the next feed and the next and the next after that. By then, it was morning and she was lethargic, so I rang the doctors. By the second time she’d been sick my Mummy alarm bells were ringing and I knew something was wrong!
Wow didn’t January disappear fast? February is an exciting month for us. First up is Baby girl’s first birthday and then our house is being put on the market. January for me was all about setting up my blogging goals for the year. You can pop over to here to have a little peek to see what goals I have set myself.
Here is another book review for you. I’m so glad I have made a few spare hours a week to have the time to get back into my reading. This past week I have been engrossed in Bourbon Creams and Tattered Dreams by Mary Gibson. Below is my review, blog tour banner (so you can see who else is on the tour!) and giveaway to win your very own copy!
Frank Rossi promised Matty the world. The Cockney Canary would become a world-famous movie star. As his wife, she would be one half of a power couple, feted and adored by all. But the Wall Street crash puts paid to that and as Frank becomes more violent and unstable, Matty knows she must escape and so she flees at dead of night.
Once home in Bermondsey, she goes into hiding and starts desperately looking for work. But only the hated biscuit factory, Peek Frean’s, is hiring. Then, as a secret from her past comes back to hurt her, Matty learns that Frank is on the move, determined to find her and get her back.
When I trawl through my Facebook feed there is usually some story that grabs my attention. I love easy reading trashy stories. They are normally from online news sites such as the Metro. At the moment it’s the Trump stories that keep cropping up. The latest one is that Trump is considering plans that will affect us all if we travel to the US. He is thinking about making all foreign visitors hand over their mobile phone contacts. What and earth is the world coming to? Were people in their right minds to vote for someone like him?
I know I seem to be getting off track, I suppose Trump does that to you! but going back to the Metro, I recently read a story on there that got me thinking about staged car accidents. A totally different subject to Trump I know!
Staged car accidents are carried out by fraudsters, that’s people with no conscience, are very selfish people and have no care for the innocent people that get accidentally mixed up in this. Fraudsters are in it for money. Plain and simple. They don’t care for the consequences. They don’t care that our car insurance premiums rise each year. They don’t care for the emotional distress that they have caused.
I loved reading Random Acts of Unkindness by Jacqueline Ward so I was pleased as punch to be offered a copy of the sequel Playlist for a Paper Angel to read and review. Oh and to be a part of the blog tour!
One child found, one child missing – what’s the connection?
DS Jan Pearce is still searching for her missing son. When she finds a little girl, Elise, alone in a pram in a busy town centre, she must unravel a mystery that takes her to the edge of her emotions. Then another child, Dara Price, goes missing.
Lisa Connelly, Elise’s mother, has been forced into a life of prostitution and has been leaving her little girl alone. Her gangland boss is holding her prisoner but she wants her little girl back.
Jan finds herself balancing her search for her son with finding Dara. Her right hand man, Mike Waring, is on another case so she and her temporary partner, profiler Damien Booth, must solve the puzzle and find Lisa before time runs out for Dara.
I didn’t learn to drive at 17. I waited a few years. Thinking back now I have no idea why. When I started learning to drive I was a scaredy cat. I honestly thought I would never pass my test let alone go out and buy my first car.
I remember that first lesson. My driving instructor was called Chris, a nice bloke who was very patient. I suppose all driving instructors need to have some sort of patience and calmness about them. So that first lesson he picked me up from my mum and dads and drove me to our local leisure centre car park. I just hoped no one saw me as it was across the road from where I worked!