We were supposed to go swimming on Monday. Auntie Lora was coming with us. I'd booked us onto a course with the NCT ladies and their babies. For some reason, presumably because you screamed in Spain and don't like baths, I was really panicky about going so made the decision to miss the session.
Daddy and I will take you this weekend instead x
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Second Immunisations
Today, after seeing Auntie Rosie and her new kitten for lunch, we went to see Sister Cherry for your second set of jabs. You started crying in the waiting room and cried all the way through the injections. In the car, you were calm and smiley but after I changed your nappy, you were inconsolable again. Some Calpol and a mammoth feed and you're now asleep on me (you squeak whenever I try to put you down). Poor little poppet.
First Holiday Abroad (Tamariu)
On 4 June, we took a late night flight to Girona in Northern Spain to visit Tamariu for Auntie Hannah's wedding. We rented a villa with a pool and Nanna travelled from Bristol to join us for the week.
When we landed, it was raining and on the journey from the airport to the villa in our rental car, it was hard to tell we were in Spain and not Wales! The weather erred on the side of rain all week but we had a few nice mornings and afternoons.
On Monday, we spent time by the pool at the villa - you weren't a happy baby but the water was chilly so I'm hoping that was the reason. We bought you a little boat to put water in so the sun could warm it but when I went to dip your toes in, you put a foot on either side of the water - it made Daddy and Nanna giggle lots!
On Tuesday, we drove to Figueres to see the Dali Museum. You spent the afternoon in Daddy's arms, sometimes sleeping and sometimes watching the paintings.
On Wednesday, we went to Auntie Hannah's parents' villa to help with a few bits during the day and then to theirs in the evening for paella.
On Thursday, I wasn't having a very good day but we managed to get to Begur before Auntie Hannah's wedding rehearsal.
On Friday, it was Auntie Hannah's wedding day. Daddy got up early to get their wedding present while I fed you and then it was off to the hairdresser for me while Nanna watched you. Then, after we changed you into your party dress, we went to Auntie Hannah's parents' villa to get ready for the wedding. I got ready last so I could feed you as close to the wedding as possible but you still grumbled for Daddy during the ceremony. I flitted between feeds and duties throughout the day, suffice to say I was pretty tired by the time we got back to the villa around midnight. Lovely wedding though and you were fussed over throughout. When we got back to the villa, I went to get you out of your car seat and something ran over my hand. Fearing the worst (I'm not a spider fan), I jumped six foot before I realised you were sharing your seat with a gecko. A pretty little thing, he didn't want to get out - it took Daddy a while to release him!
On Saturday, we had to check out by 10am so we went down to the bay for breakfast (a burger in mine and Daddy's case). After saying goodbye to Auntie Hannah and Uncle John, we dropped Nanna at the airport for her flight and headed for Girona. After four or five hours wander, we went to St Felix for dinner and then back to the airport for our flight.
We arrived home (albeit stressed from an argument over excess baggage and a damaged car seat) in the early hours of Sunday morning.
When we landed, it was raining and on the journey from the airport to the villa in our rental car, it was hard to tell we were in Spain and not Wales! The weather erred on the side of rain all week but we had a few nice mornings and afternoons.
On Monday, we spent time by the pool at the villa - you weren't a happy baby but the water was chilly so I'm hoping that was the reason. We bought you a little boat to put water in so the sun could warm it but when I went to dip your toes in, you put a foot on either side of the water - it made Daddy and Nanna giggle lots!
On Tuesday, we drove to Figueres to see the Dali Museum. You spent the afternoon in Daddy's arms, sometimes sleeping and sometimes watching the paintings.
On Wednesday, we went to Auntie Hannah's parents' villa to help with a few bits during the day and then to theirs in the evening for paella.
On Thursday, I wasn't having a very good day but we managed to get to Begur before Auntie Hannah's wedding rehearsal.
On Friday, it was Auntie Hannah's wedding day. Daddy got up early to get their wedding present while I fed you and then it was off to the hairdresser for me while Nanna watched you. Then, after we changed you into your party dress, we went to Auntie Hannah's parents' villa to get ready for the wedding. I got ready last so I could feed you as close to the wedding as possible but you still grumbled for Daddy during the ceremony. I flitted between feeds and duties throughout the day, suffice to say I was pretty tired by the time we got back to the villa around midnight. Lovely wedding though and you were fussed over throughout. When we got back to the villa, I went to get you out of your car seat and something ran over my hand. Fearing the worst (I'm not a spider fan), I jumped six foot before I realised you were sharing your seat with a gecko. A pretty little thing, he didn't want to get out - it took Daddy a while to release him!
On Saturday, we had to check out by 10am so we went down to the bay for breakfast (a burger in mine and Daddy's case). After saying goodbye to Auntie Hannah and Uncle John, we dropped Nanna at the airport for her flight and headed for Girona. After four or five hours wander, we went to St Felix for dinner and then back to the airport for our flight.
We arrived home (albeit stressed from an argument over excess baggage and a damaged car seat) in the early hours of Sunday morning.
Saturday, 4 June 2011
PND
I decided when I started writing this blog that it would be an honest account of my experience through pregnancy and once you arrived. That is the sole reason I'm writing this post, I think it's important that you know my experiences and it'll probably help me to get over it and I WILL get over it.
Yesterday, I went to the Doctor because I'm feeling very low and at times, when you're particularly screamy, like I lose my grasp on control. It feels a bit like I'm pretending to be a good mum - I'm torn between thinking people are fooled when they tell me I'm a natural and thinking they're lying. Honestly, I've been feeling this way for a few months (it hasn't been this bad throughout, it's definitely worse now). Daddy has tried to help me a few times but I refused to acknowledge anything was wrong. I feel so ashamed, you're such a wonderful baby and I love you so much. I should be happy. I'm scared people will judge me. I'm scared they'll think I can't look after you and take you away from me.
Anyway, our Dr wasn't in yesterday so Auntie Lora came with me to see a locum. Unfortunately, it was a wasted journey. The Dr didn't speak very good English and was a bit deaf, which didn't help. I opened up and explained, it made me cry so Auntie Lora had to fill in the gaps. The Dr told me it was PND but couldn't help because I'm breastfeeding you, contrary to Auntie Lora's experience. He advised I fight it like I had been for two months and go back when I stopped feeding you.
I hadn't really thought about when I would stop breastfeeding you but since you've been here and since we spoke to Auntie Lora about weaning, I'd thought I might carry on until you could have whole milk (so around a year). The thought of two months feeling like this scares me but eight months?! I can't even bear to imagine that.
Needless to say, yesterday was not a good day. I left the surgery distraught and exhausted and today I'm shattered.
At least I have told my sisters and my mum now so I have some support and I told Auntie Kerry when I came home too. We're off to Spain for Auntie Hannah's wedding tonight so I'm going to try and have a relaxing time with Daddy, Nanna and of course, with you, my beautiful baby. I'll see our Dr when we're home if I'm feeling brave enough.
I love you more than I can possibly explain. I'm so sorry but I'll try my hardest to get through it and be the best mummy I can be.
Yesterday, I went to the Doctor because I'm feeling very low and at times, when you're particularly screamy, like I lose my grasp on control. It feels a bit like I'm pretending to be a good mum - I'm torn between thinking people are fooled when they tell me I'm a natural and thinking they're lying. Honestly, I've been feeling this way for a few months (it hasn't been this bad throughout, it's definitely worse now). Daddy has tried to help me a few times but I refused to acknowledge anything was wrong. I feel so ashamed, you're such a wonderful baby and I love you so much. I should be happy. I'm scared people will judge me. I'm scared they'll think I can't look after you and take you away from me.
Anyway, our Dr wasn't in yesterday so Auntie Lora came with me to see a locum. Unfortunately, it was a wasted journey. The Dr didn't speak very good English and was a bit deaf, which didn't help. I opened up and explained, it made me cry so Auntie Lora had to fill in the gaps. The Dr told me it was PND but couldn't help because I'm breastfeeding you, contrary to Auntie Lora's experience. He advised I fight it like I had been for two months and go back when I stopped feeding you.
I hadn't really thought about when I would stop breastfeeding you but since you've been here and since we spoke to Auntie Lora about weaning, I'd thought I might carry on until you could have whole milk (so around a year). The thought of two months feeling like this scares me but eight months?! I can't even bear to imagine that.
Needless to say, yesterday was not a good day. I left the surgery distraught and exhausted and today I'm shattered.
At least I have told my sisters and my mum now so I have some support and I told Auntie Kerry when I came home too. We're off to Spain for Auntie Hannah's wedding tonight so I'm going to try and have a relaxing time with Daddy, Nanna and of course, with you, my beautiful baby. I'll see our Dr when we're home if I'm feeling brave enough.
I love you more than I can possibly explain. I'm so sorry but I'll try my hardest to get through it and be the best mummy I can be.
Thursday, 2 June 2011
First Holiday (Croyde Bay)
Last Thursday night, Daddy drove us to Croyde to see the sea. When we go to Croyde, we stay in a big house overlooking the Bay and it's really lovely. All of my side of the family were there; Daddy and Uncle Rhys left on Monday, Auntie Rosie and her family left on Tuesday and we travelled home with Granny and Papa on Thursday (our luggage travelled with Auntie Lora).
This was our view:
Here you are on Saunton Sands with Daddy:
And here you are just before a wander around Croyde Market on Tuesday:
This was our view:
Here you are on Saunton Sands with Daddy:
And here you are just before a wander around Croyde Market on Tuesday:
Teething
I'm fairly confident you're in some discomfort from teething pain at the moment. Nanna tells me Daddy cut his first tooth at four months so maybe you'll take after him.
Nelsons Teetha sachets help though. And they're a natural remedy. Yay!
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Nelsons Teetha sachets help though. And they're a natural remedy. Yay!
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Gastroenteritis
We (as a family) have had gastroenteritis. It started with Daddy and I and a day or so later, you got poorly too. It's been awful to see you in pain and discomfort but you've been sleeping in our bed to make up for it and to help you sleep.
You saw a Dr at the out of hours clinic on day one and our Dr a week later but other than lots of milk and some Calpol, there's nothing they or we can do. It made me sad.
It's a fortnight on and although the orangey sick only lasted a few days, your nappies are only just starting to return to normal and I think we've only recently lost the tummy cramps.
Poor baby.
You saw a Dr at the out of hours clinic on day one and our Dr a week later but other than lots of milk and some Calpol, there's nothing they or we can do. It made me sad.
It's a fortnight on and although the orangey sick only lasted a few days, your nappies are only just starting to return to normal and I think we've only recently lost the tummy cramps.
Poor baby.
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