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posted by [personal profile] babblebeth at 07:55am on 25/05/2009 under , , , ,
My baby apparently got a little too excited about being at the park yesterday. I ended up sitting downstairs at 2am with Simon and are very awake baby.

This was doubly difficult because it was the first time I'd had a fibro flare since I gave birth. This was not a good situation. Simon and I were both exhausted (I'd been sleeping but hadn't slept well so was still tired) and I was in pain everywhere, and Charlie would not settle down to sleep.

He wasn't screaming or anything, he was just awake. I breastfed him, and then burped him, handed him to his dad for bottle feeding and he would. not. settle.

We discussed what to do (by that I mean, who got to get some sleep) and I finally said "Give him to me, I'll try to settle him one last time"

I held my son to my chest and sang him songs, after two he was quite sleepy against me with a blanket draped across his back. So I had Simon put on a CD we have of kids songs, Anne Murray's Hippo in the Bathtub (which was my favorite tape as a kid), and played the last two tracks which were lullaby tracks. I sang along with them as I knew every word and ended up with a very asleep baby who I was able to put down in his car seat and have him STAY ASLEEP!

I managed to get my baby to SLEEP. This way both Simon and I got some sleep. I went up to bed and Simon stayed downstairs with the baby but he managed to sleep on the couch and we both got 4 hours sleep. Now, we supposed to wake him up for feeding every 3 hours in the day and 4 at night. While yesterday afternoon/evening he was feeding almost continually so we didn't worry about that and because of that I'm letting him sleep up to 5 hours in this go. Maybe that's wrong but seriously, he was awake and feeding on and off (no more than an hour apart) from about 3:30pm to 3:45am. Again he wasn't screaming during that time unless we were changing him. He was just awake. Besides which he's slowly waking up on his own now. I can see him stretching and hear him grunting at the moment. He's not awake yet but it won't be long before he is. Might as well let him get up naturally.

But anyway...I got my baby to sleep! YAY!
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posted by [personal profile] babblebeth at 08:10pm on 24/05/2009 under , , , , ,
Today Charlie went on his first picnic. We met up with the in-laws and the two little foster girls they had staying with them at Bovey Tracey and went to the play park to have our little picnic. He had been fed and changed right before we left so it came as a little surprise that he woke up once we got the to picnic area and decided he was hungry.

I gave him a bottle because it's quite hard to feed him in any way that's subtle because he tries to grab boob, and instead (because he's quite strong and my boobs are not that big) he ends up boxing them out of his mouth and then gets angry because it's not in his mouth.

Therefore in public? Bottle is much easier.

But it was nice, he settled down pretty well and I put him in the sling where he slept while I walked around and enjoyed watching the two very sweet girls playing. They were only about 2 and 3 and were just running around and so excited but very well behaved. They were quite interested in Charlie but in a relaxed way.

It was very hot out in the sun so I was a little worried about Charlie. I had him in the sling and despite Mervyn going "Sun is good for babies!" I kept him covered, but lightly. Because yes, sun is good for babies as I told him, but babies also burn easily and makes Charlie cranky. Because he's an awesome father in law he let it go.

He did enjoy a bit of sunshine but I liked to be a bit careful.

We were then invited back to the in-laws house to hang out and have tea, which we did, and it was really lovely too.

He fed, pretty continually through out the afternoon, a bit on me and a bit on the bottle...he also had to be changed a few times including poo diapers. This is worth mentioning only because right before we left the house to go the picnic I had to change my first poo diaper. Not, you understand, because I'd been avoiding them but because the timing on Charlie's part has been excellent. Nearly every poo diaper had happened when he went to change the diaper. When I go and change it (and really, sometimes you can't tell because he farts so much and so smelly) he's just been wet. Charlie also seems to wee more when Simon's changing him then me. It's strange...

But it was really nice and relaxing, it was also fun because the girls were pretty careful around him (and we were very watchful) but he had a good time just laying on their carpet and kicking and looking around at everything. It's the first time he's done that for a good long time. That's when I really enjoy being a parent, when he's a awake, but not demanding anything then for me to watch him, make funny faces at him and say things like "Mommy's got your feets!", or sing at him (which he usually likes despite the occasions of abject horror on his face).

He slept through tea with Simon holding him in the sling, and really was just a very good baby most of the time that we were there.

He did look very scared when about 8 girls from the neighboring houses came in to look at him. Of course everyone admired how cute he is, I wish I could take credit for that but really he takes after his dad. I really mean that too, Shelia found a picture of Simon when he was about 4 months old...and the really really look the same. It's very sweet and wonderful. I love how much like his dad Charlie looks, Simon was a very very cute boy. Still is cute in my opinion though of course in a different way.

We just came home, tired, sleepy baby, sleepy parents but really feeling good. We had a lovely day out with our infant.

That makes me very happy.
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posted by [personal profile] babblebeth at 11:29am on 24/05/2009 under , , ,
Well the votes are in and this journal is apparently going to be one based on my experiences as a parent, as and when they occur and I feel the need to blog about them in a semi-intelligent way.

So, at the moment I'll do an overview of the first two weeks of my sons life and my reaction to him.

The birth was fast, and painful, and difficult. He had a head that was 37cm in circumference when he was born (most babies have 35cm) and he shot out so I was pretty tore up and lost a good amount of blood. But the moment I saw him I knew I loved the little guy. He's a good baby mostly and while he kept me up most of the night trying to get enough into his 9lb 2 and a half oz body I didn't really mind. No matter how dizzy I felt.

I gave birth on the Friday and came home on the Sunday, luckily I had both my husband and my mom to help me out but I've been struggling with low milk supply since he came home. My milk has not come in in the force that most women describe (and if you think well she might not have low supply, I do. I don't feel full of milk ever...that means I'm not making a lot) so we've had to do a mix feed for the little guy.

At first that really upset me. Why couldn't I be enough? What was I doing wrong? What could I do to fix it? I felt demoralized and rather upset about it all even though I was careful not to get too stressed about it (that makes it harder for the milk to come down!) besides he was getting enough to eat and getting some from me so that was the most important thing wasn't it?

I'm a little afraid of when Simon goes back to work on Tuesday as I'll be alone with my son all day for the first time and I'm a little worried how I'll cope. You see he sometimes (especially at night) have difficulty settling. It's not his fault, you see he's a gassy baby, and unlike most babies who burp he farts...continually (never encountered THAT before let me tell you) and I think laying down flat on his back hurts his belly a bit. So he only really does well if he's being held, which is when he'll drift off, but of course the parent can't for fear of dropping him.

He's mostly a good baby though, he's calm, he's cute (especially when he has the hiccups) and he's mine. Eventually I'm sure I'll get over my ban on people taking him out of the house without me but at the moment I'm not even comfortable letting Simon take him for a walk around the block without me. He's my baby, my boy and while people can hold him and even take care of him while I he has to stay in the same house as me.

He's 16 days old today, and I'm still feeling the strange combination of absolute love for my son and at the same time wondering when his real mother is going to come. I suppose it's hard to believe that he's mine for keeps. Once I'm used to that I'll probably be okay with people taking him for time.

This has been a ramble rather then a coherent blog but my son is only 16 days old and finally alseep without being held for the first time since last night. My brain is still catching up.
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