Double edged sword

Today, Baby Girl & I were out & about in London running errands. She slept for nearly six hours! There was moment awake for a diaper change & five minute feed but then back to sleep. Why can’t she do this at night?

Although it was nice to have her sleeping soundly as I went about my errands, I couldn’t 100% relax. As the day went on, & she’d been asleep longer & longer, I was worrying about when she would wake up (no doubt ravenous) & where I’d be.

I shouldn’t have worried. Her eyes pinged open as we came through the front door & she fed pretty much solidly for the next three hours, stopping only for 15 minutes in between to burp.

No doubt she’ll spend have the night awake too after so much sleep today. Seems I have to choose: easier day or easier night. More the pity.


Everyone loves a good rant. But this week, it is particularly justified.

On Wednesday, I was walking to meet my friends from antenatal class (now four out of the five are recovered & able to meet – we nearly have the full set!). I was walking down a reasonably main road in the bright sunshine with Baby Girl sleeping soundly in her buggy.

I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket to check something quickly. SNATCH! A [insert very rude name] on a Borris Bike rode by me on the sidewalk & grabbed my phone out of my hand. I turned to run after him but realised with Baby Girl, I was going no where so was resigned to screaming after him in the street. Of course, he didn’t have a change of heart & rode off down a side street with my only 4 months old iPhone. ?!%*

4 very kind passers by (2 in cars who actually parked up & got out) rushed over to check I was ok & give me their details as witnesses. One called the police for me & three cop cars promptly pulled up asking for a description then sirened off again to patrol area. But realistically, it’s gone.

So I am phoneless, feel a bit violated as I was clearly picked I as an easy target with the pushchair & I’m fuming. It’s these [insert rude name no. 2] who pick on the vulnerable, the elderly, or the likes of me who give humanity a bad rep. Who picks on this group of people mercilessly? Who does that!? Who effing does that.

Hello Merlot old friend

For those of you who are as clueless about all this baby stuff as I was before Baby Girl, turns out, you can pump breast milk to use in bottles. It saves for a few days in the fridge or up to two weeks in the freezer. I have been very excited about this as it means Baby Girl’s dad can join in with feeding… and give me a break! Also means we can leave her for a few hours with our parents for a break one night & not be panicking she’ll wake up hungry & I have to dash back.

However, the midwife, the baby books & my antenatal class recommended that you waited six weeks before expressing milk. This is for two main reasons:

  1. your milk production needs to become regular before you start expressing. This can take a few weeks while your baby gets a bit more into a routine.
  2. your baby can suffer from ‘nipple confusion’. Suckling from a nipple & a bottle are two very different techniques for a baby & apparently they can ‘forget’ how to suckle from a nipple if you give them bottle (or dummy) too young & then you’re a bit stuffed.

Well, I got bored of waiting & Baby Girl feeds like a trooper so figured one week wasn’t going to make a difference. So we’ve cheated & started at five weeks instead. And last night, Baby Girl’s dad fed her for the first time. He was very nervous but she guzzled it down in about 10 minutes flat. (Her usual feeds are, on average, 20 minutes long with me.) Then, happily sat burping, draped sleepily over his shoulder.

The only downside for me was that it took me over an hour to express 100ml of breastmilk for a single feed. Felt like a lot of work for only 10 minutes of her time! Happy to report, however, today I expressed 100ml in about 15mins; it seems that my boobs have already responded to the change in production needed for expressing even just once a day. So tonight’s feed is chillin’ in the fridge waiting to facilitate some Father-Daughter bonding time. Meanwhile, I’ll be enjoying my first glass of red wine in over 10 months. Hello Merlot!

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No, this is not a torture implement. It’s a breast pump.

Sense of achievement

Baby Girl is 5 weeks old today. It was time.

So, for the first time since bringing her home, today I showered & washed my hair while alone in the house with Baby Girl. Let me be clear, I have showered in the last 5 weeks! Just that I’ve made sure to shower before her dad leaves for work or once he’s home in the evening as I was nervous to leave Baby Girl unattended.

But today, after her feed, she sat in her bouncy chair in the bathroom while I had the fastest shower of my life. If anything, she seems rather excited to have discovered a new room & it was only me who was in a state.

Never did I think that having a shower would hold such a sense of achievement.

Counting sheep

Cruel irony!

Baby Girl slept 10:30pm to 3am tonight. Was awake 30mins including her feed & went straight back to sleep. What every new parent dreams of!

But after four and a half weeks, I’m now so not used to sleeping for longer than two, max three, hours at a time that I find myself wide awake, unable to fall back asleep.

Woe is me.

Baby (still) on board

Until I was about 7 months pregnant, next to no one gave up their seats for me on London’s public transport. Basically, until I looked like I’d topple forwards with the weight of my bump (being only 5ft tall, I stuck out about as far as I stuck up!).

Well, nothing’s changed. People view pushchairs as a nuisance & when I used the baby carrier, no one offered me a seat. FYI peeps, a baby in a carrier is just as heavy as a bump. & it’s just as tiring given the lack of sleep I had the night before. But don’t worry, keep your seats young, able, girl with headphones blaring & thirty-something banker-wanker. I’d hate to put you out. It’s only 100% clear that I’m definitely carrying a baby now, not obese.

Public transport & newborns don’t really mix all round to be honest. In four and a half weeks, so far my experience has been:
1. No room on the bus for a pushchair. Wait another 10-15 minutes & hope for the best.
2. No access at local tube station, stairs only. Best of luck if you’re on your own with a pushchair.
3. Following 1 & 2, got new baby carrier. Dropped bag with said carrier down the gap in the tube on the way home whilst battling to get pushchair on the tube. Cue sheer mortification as they had to delay service & get multiple tube workers to help retrieve said carrier. World, swallow me whole.
4. Went to get on bus, Baby Girl screaming place down & couldn’t be calmed so turned around & came home rather than risk being that person on the bus.

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And this week, we booked out first holiday with Baby Girl. Which involves a plane. We must be mental.


Today, I’m wearing jeans, a loose fitting white shirt & white converse. Baby Girl is in her carrier on my front.

On the tube there is another mom. She’s wearing jeans, a loose fitting white shirt & white converses. Her daughter is in a pushchair, however.

In case you didn’t get the memo, there are some unwritten uniform rules for new moms in London.

4 weeks old

I can’t believe it’s been a whole month. Time is flying by and Baby Girl is growing fast.

In the last two days we’ve noticed she can just about straighten her legs in her newborn onsies, but her toes are right at the end of the foot bits. When we tried her in 0-3 though, her arms were flapping in all the extra material! She seems a little out of proportion still.

At one month, her hearing is now fully developed & she’s incredibly alert, taking everything in. We play games with her, pulling funny faces, sticking out tongues, blowing raspberries & other sounds to see if she’ll copy. So far nothing but she watches us intently & moves her mouth as though she knows that’s what she has to do. So probably not long now.

Her eyesight is strengthening every day. This is now how she sees us, from 12 inches away:

4 weeks old