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Week 31: We’ve been invaded

So I’ve managed to waddle (yep I’m doing that now) up to my office this evening, ice pole in one hand and banister clutched in the other… heaving myself up the stairs like a poor lame hippo, I figured it’s about time I update my blog with the joys of pregnancy and family life. I’m trying to climb the two flights of stairs as little as possible at the moment, terrified ill trip. For most people it would make sense to limit such excursions by remembering to take up or bring down various things each time, but I’m so forgetful that I often reach the top floor in a state of hyperventilation only to find I forgot to bring up the washing/paperwork/nit-comb etc…….

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Yep some pesky head lice have found a way into our home repeatedly over the last few weeks, at least 3 times a week I’ve found myself on the top floor bathroom with H only to discover I left the comb in the living room…. I’m very tempted to buy three and keep one on each floor just in case. Horrid little things! Although, I actually find eradicating them somewhat therapeutic. There’s something really satisfying about combing through my girls hair and catching a big fat wiggler… or at least there was for the first two weeks… I just can’t understand why they’re coming back, they’re like Rasputin, you kill them off with some pretty hard-core Headrin warfare, trap and dispose of their offspring, wash all the bed sheets and repeat over their (googled) life cycle and yet they still won’t blommin DIE!

It does appear as though H is the only unlucky one but on the safe side its best to check the entire Macdonald clan to be sure. This means the whole family now start running away when they see me appear in the room in manner of crazy headlice serial killer woman, with facemask, gloves, conditioner and comb (depending on if I remembered to bring it to the correct floor). Today it’s so far so good, but I’m starting to run out of steam… literally, if I sit in that boiling hot bathroom for one more friggin evening I’m gonna scream. Luckily, my girly is taking it very patiently and is able to look on the bright side of things…. Good bye boring ponytail ‘mummy now sends me to school with plaits of steal and buns of iron’. Just you try it pests… I dare you!!

So, I’m well and truly done with pregnancy, 9 weeks to go and counting. I’ve got my office fan up and running now which is helping at work but, with these eye issues and the heat I’m looking forward to going on leave in two weeks, not least because we have to move house again! Still, no better time to move and pack then when the nesting kicks in I guess, but I’m finding that even my x2 30 min daily naps are just not enough to stop me flagging by the evening.

And on cue, I just started yawning into my keyboard.

boyLittle man has self-weaned and hasn’t nursed for nearly a week now, I’m actually quite relieved as I don’t think either of us were enjoying it anymore, I’m preparing myself in case he wants to start again once ‘Macfly’ arrives but for the moment I’m loving that I can wear a decent bra for the first time in nearly two years… nursing get-up just isn’t attractive. A big plus (so far) to this pregnancy is that I don’t have any new stretch marks woo hoo, this may change over the next couple of months but for the moment it’s a relief to know my already tigger-like stomach hasn’t got any worse, they developed around the 25 weeks point in both my previous pregnancies so fingers crossed eh?

All recent blood tests were fine meaning no gestational diabetes, phew! or iron deficiency, this is a relief!

LUCOZADE_ORIGINALThe GDT wasn’t a fun experience; I had to have a blood test at the hospital confirming again why I don’t want to give birth anywhere but my own house… I then had to sit for two hours after drinking Lucozade… normally I would relish some time away from the kids and there was a TV in the day room, but had I been at home I could have watched a bit of Jeremy Kyle without feeling guilty/embarrassed/ashamed of myself, but I knew I couldn’t risk tuning in while the midwives floated about…. God forbid anyone discover my guilty pleasure… instead I hid a copy of closer magazine (I found it there) inside the guardian…. It was full of celebrities I’ve never heard of losing weight after pregnancy… way to go NHS!! Way to go!!

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It’s the final countdown

So I’ve hit the 27 week mark, hello third trimester! I’m sure my body knew instantly over night that the blooming stage of pregnancy was over. My eyes are worse than normal and once again im writing in ten min slots. I recently found out little one is lying transverse and boy do my hips hurt at the moment. I wouldn’t normally worry, it’s just that my first two nestled snugly into the head down position very early and didn’t turn again from this point onwards, but every pregnancy is different they say so fingers crossed eh?

With the final lap underway we headed to our local boot sale this weekend to pick up a few little bits for baby, We have become booty addicts of the past few months and I’m pretty sure we should start some sort of therapy before it gets out of hand. We have managed to get everything we will need for little one now and, at under £100 for the lot (bar the cot), its easy to see why we would spend our weekends walking past stalls of silk flowers and crystal hedgehogs in search of a bargain or two. We’ve even managed to get the two eldest summer outfits for less than the cost of fuel needed to get to the various venues, providing you can see past the mullets and tat it’s amazing what you can collect.

Feeling pretty darn pleased with ourselves this weekend after adding hats and scratch mits to our collection, we headed home to the sound of Phil Collins in the Cd player (not my choice but the CD got stuck weeks ago…. If I hear ‘against all odds’ one more frikkin time…..). On the way we spotted a sign for a local baby show and felt we could justify a quick look… plus I really needed to pee.

Unfortunately, given the lovely weather, the place was a bit quiet…. My husband also had to point out to the security guy on the door that I had indeed put sun screen on and that my face was red because I had acne…. Ever seen a 6ft 5 bald man in an orange vest cringe?? Think giant satsuma! Serves him right for telling me what I should and shouldn’t put on my face!

I did find a great product at the show though. Cherub Chews! I remember looking for something similar when Roo was a bit younger but talking myself of it because of the price but with products starting from just £6 I couldn’t resist this one.

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Remember when your little one was a newborn? They would nuzzle in for cuddles and nurse snug in your arms? Well fast-forward a few months and you have arms flailing, toes waggling and hair pulling…. In fact recently Roo has taken to poking a tiny mole I have on my shoulder during his limited nursing sessions…. Sometimes he would play with his feet, other times, if I was silly enough to wear earrings, he would play magpie and see how hard he could tug on them before I yelped in pain. Who hasn’t has to wrestle a tiny fist away from grandmas priceless silver necklace when she leans in for a cuddle and is shocked to find herself wondering if she will escape the house alive?

Cherub Chews have been inspired by Mums for Mums & are designed to attract babies attention while nursing & Babywearing.

Cherub Chews was created out of a need for a distraction for an inquisitive little one whilst feeding and babywearing. Necklaces have been tried and tested by ‘Head of quality control’- Oaks, Cherub Chews Owners Son. He gives them a toothy grin and thumbs up!

Each necklace is handmade in Exeter, Devon, with materials sourced as locally as possible. As a small family run business we try to source everything from small business’ and as we continue to grow quality and craftsmanship is always at the forefront of our products.

photo 3I must admit I was quite seduced by some of the brighter products but in the end I settled for The Coconut Button Necklace only because I have trouble co-coordinating my socks in the morning let alone putting together a stylish outfit with matching accessories, I figured this one would go with most of my clothes and also be quite subtle.

Little man loved it and actually sat happily playing and chewing on it for a good half an hour that evening, leaving me to watch nearly a whole episode of ‘Buffy’ while hubby cooked tea. That’s got to make it a winner right? I wonder how the littlest will get along with it? Three months to go…. And yes, I’m counting!!

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Week 25, Birth Plans and Football Fans

gif001-bWhere is the time going? I saw my midwife this week and couldn’t help but rave about how well this pregnancy is going. I mean sure there’s this weird eye acne thing and a bit of heartburn, but it does seem to be drifting along quite nicely. Of course there had to be a little bump in the road though didn’t there, I wouldn’t be writing this sort of blog if my life contained no quirks, dramas or random hic-ups…. I’d instead be writing a vintage themed, rose tinted, cupcake staked, pile of floral goodness for you all, you know the sort? Where the blogger takes a beautiful image of their child in a pretty bow sat on an immaculate sofa, the toys stacked neatly in matching canvas containers nearby (and the dirty dishes hidden the cleaning cupboard)…. I digressed sorry

Nope, as that is not my blog (or my life) I have to tell you that I found out some rubbish news this week, I first heard it on the school run, as we all know the playground is the ideal hub for gossip when you fall asleep early each evening a miss the local news… It turns out that, due to staff sicknesses in our area, all homebirths and midwife led unit deliveries are suspended for the next three months!!!!! Oh no!!! I can’t bear the thought of labouring on a packed maternity unit or having to kneel on cold hospital floors surrounded by bleeping machines, hand sanitizers and ghastly crape paper like curtains. I just know the very sight of a faded cartoon sticker on a magnolia wall will undoubtedly send me screaming for an epidural as soon as you can say ‘intervention for shrieking banshee in room 12’. Now I know that nature has its own tune and I can’t guarantee my birth of choice, but it seems so unfair that I may have this decision taken away from me. On the plus my midwife this week did say they will be reviewing the situation at the end of august and it could all be ok for my September due date…. Not that Im panicking or worrying or anything, Im perfectly Zen about the situation… hey maybe I’ll go and give birth in a wood and be at one with nature surrounded by animals and shit.. with a film crew looking on…. You’ve read that article haven’t you?

Roo is down to two feeds a day lastly approximately 5 mins each so I don’t think our nursing relationship will continue much longer, he is having the odd cup of cow’s milk in the day now too and seems happy enough. I even managed to leave my husband to the bedtime routine last week while I attended The Southwest Blog Event. In true ‘Slummy Mummy’ style I left my scarf behind meaning I earned a little mention (anonymously) in the follow up email FAIL.

Football fever has struck the Macdonald household so hopefully I will have a little more time for blogging while Scotty insists on watching every single game. I was taking a little nap a few days ago, only to be awaked my some furious tapping from the corner of the room where he was desperately trying to fit an aerial onto the bedroom TV so he could escape over the next couple of weeks. No luck and we’re stuck with non-stop matches on the family television all evening. Still ‘one born’ is on series link so hopefully all is not lost.

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The Smug Beastfeeder

I hope this this post isn’t as controversial as you may think, I’m a proud breast feeder, I’m one of those annoying women who do like to slip it into conversation whenever I get a chance. Now not many bfeeding mums will admit this, but we are bloody chuffed with ourselves and, actually it gets on our goat when we feel we have to dumb this down for fear of offending our formula feeding friends. But do we judge you for your choices? This is a difficult one perhaps outlining the real reason I breastfeed will help you see there is no prejudice.

I’d love to say that I’m motivated purely by the health of my child, that I’m selfless, which in turn would mean I consider formula feeders to be selfish right? This simply isn’t true. We hear about the guilt women feel when they give baby a bottle, the pressure and expectations on mothers to breastfeed is very very real and this is a strong motivation for me. I’m a perfectionist, I worry a lot about the opinions of others and I couldn’t cope with that guilt even though I know it is ridiculous that any mother should feel this pressure. I’m motivated by fear of judgement…. Not the health needs of my baby

I’m a ‘slummy mummy’ we know this, That is to say I’m not a domestic goddess, I had much admiration for women who have to spend time cleaning, sterilising and making up bottles, I would never call formula feeding a lazy option. I couldn’t do it, bottles would build up and cause stress and anxiety, I know myself well enough to say that if I had to deal with this endless stream of washing I would struggle emotionally, I’m motivated by my own limitations….not the health needs of my baby

Having had a turbulent childhood I have struggled to form attachments in my life, I had never been in love until I met my husband and having children does full fill a need in me to connect with others. That is not to say that I’m unaware that my children need to form identities outside of their family unit or that they are merely extensions of myself, It’s very important that our children are encouraged to be their own person right? but, breastfeeding is vital for me personally as it enables me to form a bond with my child which I may struggle with ordinarily given my history. Childhood attachment is built by many different factors and formula feeding would not prevent a strong healthy attachment from forming, however, for a mother who struggles understanding even the basics of human attachment it provides a foundation to work from….. I’m motivated by my desire to connect….not the health needs of my baby

Having outlines these reasons I hope to show that it is these reasons which kept me going in those early hours of the morning, there seems to be a misconception that if you breastfeed you were lucky, In fact I often find myself saying that to people, well my children nursed well, I had a good supply, didn’t encounter difficulties etc. But it’s not true, I struggled through pain, thrush, lazy attachments, hours of nursing, tears and arguments with my partner, feelings of being touched out etc, Once I remember going for a drive and leaving my baby and husband at home for half an hour just because I could bare to draw my baby to my breast for the eighth time that morning, but it’s for the reasons above I pushed on through…

I’m not a saint, motivated my some earth mother like desire to selflessly provide for my offspring, I’m not judging you for doing what any sane person would do given the many difficulties faced by breastfeeding … but the health benefits which are so pushed at us as new mothers are merely a bonus to me. I breastfeed because it’s the best thing for me and my child and if you formula feed well, I can pretty much guarantee you do so because you know it’s the best thing for you and your child also.

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The mid-way spot week 21

Woo hoo, I’ve past the halfway point and therefore last week we got to see our little one again. The 20 week scan was pretty awesome, no, not the 45 min wait with a bored 8 year old and an inquisitive toddler, not the constant trips to the loo or even seeing the fish again, but the sonographer was lovely. She explained everything she was looking at and even if I did have to nod and smile a few times because the fuzz on the screen made little sense to me, it was great to know that all is well and our ‘macfly’ is developing away nicely. I have to admit that on one of my many trips to the loo (half way through the scan I add) I did have an overwhelming urge to know the sex of our next arrival. Luckily hubby stayed strong and we are still team yellow.

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Despite raving about how wonderful my skin is looking these days I’m having to write this post in 15 min slots as, I have apparently developed a bad case of eye acne… yep it exists. My face is clear but after weeks of struggling in front of the computer for work, a trip to the A&E eye department confirmed that I have been getting inflamed cysts on my inner eyelids. It’s a condition which affects menopausal women?? And can lead to flaks of skin being dragged across the eye causing infections (like the conjunctivitis I had before) and dry eye. No wonder I’ve been in so much pain! Just to top this off, I have also got some on my ears too which could be the cause of my headaches. Off to the specialist Friday to see what can be done, It may be a case of put up until little one arrives…. And I thought everything was going so well.

The sickness has died down, only once or twice a week now and I’m getting bigger by the day. Baby Roo seems to be over his nursing strike and, although I’m questioning if he’s getting any milk now or just enjoys the comfort of nursing, I’m glad he wants to continue a while longer. We’re having to negotiate the bump now which is tricky, not to mention that if the next one continues as long as him I will have been breastfeeding for 4 years straight…. Geez… 4 years of nursing bras and baggy tops How glamorous! That’s also four years of sitting down to nurse only to discover that both your cupa tea and the tv remote are out of reach and, four years of worrying you’re gonna squirt milk over anyone who happens to be within boob shot of your hungry child…. You’ve been there right? That rush of panic when little one pulls away suddenly mid-feed and your milk lands on your friend’s tuna sandwich. Still, We have two for a reason right?

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The name debate continues, we cannot agree on one for either sex and I’m starting to wonder if we will ever find something we both like…. Of course Macfly Macdonald has a ring to it right?? I find myself listening more on the school run as parents call after their offspring in sing song tones, ‘Did you remember your lunch Jasper?’ ‘How was your day Gertrude’ ‘Don’t pick your nose Billy’ you get the idea… It would be nice to have something more unique this time around; I think you get braver the more children you have…. I mean little Gertrude is number 5 in her family…. Suggestions on a postcard!

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