App Review: The Wonder Weeks

Blurb: a calendar explaining your baby’s development based on 30 years of research. Talks about developmental ‘leaps’; eg, leap 1 is a baby’s senses becoming heightened outside the womb; leap 2 includes eyesight & hand recognition. The Wonder Weeks system uses by your due date rather than birth date so if your little one was prem or quite late, it doesn’t affect the result as your baby’s development won’t have changed.20140428-031036 pm.jpg

From the writers of the best selling book The Wonder Weeks

App Store: £1.49
Google Play: £1.25
Worth it? Every penny.

Thoughts: *****
Very clear, easy to understand & is spookily accurate. So much so, I’m convinced Baby Girl reads each leap ahead of time so she knows what to do & how to act. I cannot recommend this app enough.

The app charts how the leaps may affect your baby’s mood – will they be overwhelmed? Or maybe they’re happy as a clam because suddenly they can grasp that toy for themselves. You can also chart multiple babies at one time.

The Wonder Weeks have also introduced the Leap Alarm; an email service reminding you the week before your baby starts a leap.

You can read our full experience of The Wonder Weeks (so far) here or each leap specifically below:
Leap 4: Events
Leap 5: Relationships
Leap 6: Categories
Leap 7: Sequences, AKA a slap in the face
Leap 8: Programs
Leap 9: Principles
Leap 10: The World of Systems

The information in this post was updated in April 2016. 

See more Finding Our Feet The Wonder Weeks posts.



Daddy’s turn

Last night, I left Baby Girl for the first time. A friend from school is moving abroad & it was her leaving do. We haven’t bought Baby Girl her ear defenders yet, so her Dad stayed home to look after her while I went out for a few hours.

I’d left them with three & a half feeds prepared in bottles as Baby Girl cluster feeds 5-9pm. I did the 6pm feed then left them to it. Safe to say I was a nervous wreck by the time I reached my destination, checking my phone every few minutes until I left at 9:30. (We’d agreed I’d be home by the Dream Feed incase they were out of bottles.)

It was lovely to see everyone & do something strangely normal. But I felt a little guilty. As I got off the tube, dare I say it, it was a little like Baby Girl didn’t exist. It was like old times (bar the fact finding something that fit with boobs twice the size as usual had been a trial!). As the night went on though, that feeling faded as everyone wanted to talk about her & by 9pm I had a constant reminder as my boobs were tingling & starting to hurt after missing a few feeds.

But I did it. I got out of the house on my own for a few hours. I put make up on & had a beer (which I later found out supposedly boosts milk production. Utter fail on a night when I’m not doing my usual feeding!).

And Baby Girl & her dad coped brilliantly. And when I got home, the usual ‘Dad cliches’ were no where to be seen: Baby Girl’s routine was still in tact, she was tucked up in bed after the 9pm feed, her dad looking cool as a cucumber. Even the bottles were washed & ready to be sterilised. What more could a Mama hope for.

Eye spy with my little eye…

You can tell Baby Girl’s is getting much stronger. Today (7 weeks) I noticed she was transfixed by the TV. Her Daddy was playing Xbox & she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen a good 5ft or 6ft away. If I turned body her head turned the other way to strain to keep the TV within view!

I’m ignoring the fact she appears to already be a TV or Xbox junkie at 7 weeks old & instead applauding her eyesight development & neck control. It’s a much happier place to be.

Double edged sword

Today, Baby Girl & I were out & about in London running errands. She slept for nearly six hours! There was a 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.