Teeth. They are hell. My lovely little angel is finally getting his first tooth at 11 1/2 months old. He grizzles now like nothing else! Luckily it doesn't seem to be affecting his sleep, not that I'd notice anyway since The Man Thing is so kind to get up to The Munchkin during the night. Boy am I ever thankful for that!
We officially have a walker. He doesn't want to do anything else now! Crawling is quicker but walking is so much cooler. It also means The Munchkin can get into things easier now than he could before. He's getting tall! It scares me!
Now all my darling child has to perfect is the art of eating food rather than scattering it all over the kitchen and dining room! Since he decided that he doesn't like sitting in his high chair for more than a few minutes at a time we have had to take it off its legs. I completely freaked out when The Munchkin jumped out of it and landed on the floor! That's a good 1 metre drop! Amazingly he didn't cry, grizzle, squeak or squawk. He just picked up a piece of carrot he had dropped over the side of his high chair and started munching on it!
Talk about scaring the daylights out of his mummy!
Monday, March 5, 2012
Housework Day
By the time Mondays rock around there's usually a pile of laundry needing washing, drying and folding. Dishes stacked sky high on the bench and countless other chores that need doing. Mondays are my housework days. Thursdays are supposed to be too but I usually am too lazy come Thursday to do anything *giggle*
Why are Mondays housework days? The Munchkin is usually at his Home-Based care. HBC is an absolute godsend I can tell you! It gives me time to myself. I can do whatever I want during this time, sleep, eat. I usually end up doing housework though. How lame is that!
Today I discovered that my bedroom actually has carpet on the floor! Wowee, I haven't seen that since we moved in here just over a month ago. So much stuff had just been dumped in the bedroom because we didn't have anywhere else to put it. Now it has a home :)
The dishes are still sitting on the bench though the stack has reduced significantly. It's really weird but washing dishes makes BOTH my forearms cramp up something horrible. And The Man Thing wonders why I hate doing them...
The laundry pile is quite impressive today but it's slowly getting smaller. The weather is pretty pitiful today so the dryer is in full use. I'll have piles of folded washing stacked up everywhere before I know it. Hopefully I'll be able to put it all away before The Munchkin throws it all around the living room!
Why are Mondays housework days? The Munchkin is usually at his Home-Based care. HBC is an absolute godsend I can tell you! It gives me time to myself. I can do whatever I want during this time, sleep, eat. I usually end up doing housework though. How lame is that!
Today I discovered that my bedroom actually has carpet on the floor! Wowee, I haven't seen that since we moved in here just over a month ago. So much stuff had just been dumped in the bedroom because we didn't have anywhere else to put it. Now it has a home :)
The dishes are still sitting on the bench though the stack has reduced significantly. It's really weird but washing dishes makes BOTH my forearms cramp up something horrible. And The Man Thing wonders why I hate doing them...
The laundry pile is quite impressive today but it's slowly getting smaller. The weather is pretty pitiful today so the dryer is in full use. I'll have piles of folded washing stacked up everywhere before I know it. Hopefully I'll be able to put it all away before The Munchkin throws it all around the living room!
Friday, March 2, 2012
Backseat birth
This is a lovely story about an unexpected birth in the backseat of a car. Back Seat Birth and so quick!
What shits me about this article is the language used. Take this for example:
Why oh why are these attitudes so prevalent? She birthed her baby, her husband didn't deliver it.
At least there's nothing in the article about shoelaces.
What shits me about this article is the language used. Take this for example:
What the heck? Who on earth told her that your back has to be flat during birth? Actually It makes things harder since you're technically pushing that baby uphill to get it out of the pelvis!''I was in the front seat and I had to get into the back seat. The most important thing was that my back was flat.''
It's pretty clear that this was an unassisted birth since it was in the back of a car so WHY did she need to be told when to push? I know I didn't need telling when to push, in fact they tried getting me to NOT push because I had a lip of cervix left. It's kind of obvious that the woman in this story didn't have that." I knew that Ryan could see the head and he told me to push. Once I did that it was all over with pretty quickly."
Why oh why are these attitudes so prevalent? She birthed her baby, her husband didn't deliver it.
At least there's nothing in the article about shoelaces.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Priorities
So my friend Kate over at A Year of Frugality has inspired me. Financial priorities and everything that comes with it.
I will admit to being horrible at sticking to a budget but that's usually both myself and The Man Thing buying things we don't need and at the worst possible times. Last week we spent most of our grocery money on takeaways and junk food! It was terrible! I guess even though we did that we still had 3 meals a day each and the Munchkin had nappies and formula to last him so there was at least SOME prioritizing. Also all the bills were paid.
We usually stick to a fairly strict budget but sometimes we slip up and then sometimes we slip up bad! Luckily we don't have a credit card or the like so we can't rach up a massive debt but let's just say that unless we are on a very strict budget, The Man Thing and I are hopeless with money.
Having a budget it our only saving grace. If we didn't have a budget we would be right royally screwed. It's actually suprising how easy it's been for us to have one and keep on top of all of our bills. Our budget is what has enabled us to go from piddly slow-as-a-wet-week dialup to broadband recently.
I have friends who have no idea how to prioritize and it's hard to see them falling over their feet time and time again but I've tried giving them advice and it always fails. Don't you hate that, trying to give someone advice and they come back with "But...but...but" to everything. People from all different walks of life have shown me this attitude. There's a point where I have to give up.
I always try to live within my means and I think we do a pretty good job, except when we have a bit of a blowout but then we're only human.
So after this ramble, what are your priorities?
I will admit to being horrible at sticking to a budget but that's usually both myself and The Man Thing buying things we don't need and at the worst possible times. Last week we spent most of our grocery money on takeaways and junk food! It was terrible! I guess even though we did that we still had 3 meals a day each and the Munchkin had nappies and formula to last him so there was at least SOME prioritizing. Also all the bills were paid.
We usually stick to a fairly strict budget but sometimes we slip up and then sometimes we slip up bad! Luckily we don't have a credit card or the like so we can't rach up a massive debt but let's just say that unless we are on a very strict budget, The Man Thing and I are hopeless with money.
Having a budget it our only saving grace. If we didn't have a budget we would be right royally screwed. It's actually suprising how easy it's been for us to have one and keep on top of all of our bills. Our budget is what has enabled us to go from piddly slow-as-a-wet-week dialup to broadband recently.
I have friends who have no idea how to prioritize and it's hard to see them falling over their feet time and time again but I've tried giving them advice and it always fails. Don't you hate that, trying to give someone advice and they come back with "But...but...but" to everything. People from all different walks of life have shown me this attitude. There's a point where I have to give up.
I always try to live within my means and I think we do a pretty good job, except when we have a bit of a blowout but then we're only human.
So after this ramble, what are your priorities?
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Torture by Infant
I can't believe how frustrating and infuriating an 11 month old can be! Especially when he's sick, even just a little.
We're not entirely sure what's wrong with him but I'm positive he's teething. He went and saw the doc today and his ears are BOTH a bit inflamed *headdesk* so he's got antibiotics for them. He has a bung eye from a stye so he has eye ointment for that even though I don't think he needs it because the stye has popped and is now almost completely healed. The Child is also having breathing problems and wheezing but according to the doctor he's perfectly fine. WTF? I had a nurse listen to his chest later on the same day and she heard him wheezing pretty badly so I have no idea what's going on.
PMS is killing me, along with horrible cramps :-( Even though it's the middle of summer (heh, so they say) I've had to sleep with a hot water bottle clutched to my abdomen and even paracetamol isn't helping.
You know it's real bad when even though you got a manicure and an eyebrow shape/wax for FREE and you still feel murderous.
My house is a total bombsite. It's a combination of being busy, having little to no energy and I think PND nipping at my heels. It's not nice for me at the moment. Add on top that my crawler is advancing to being a walker waaaaaay too quickly for my liking and I'm a wreck! Also he figured out how to get into the cupboards and so nothing within reach is safe! My kitchen is a complete bombsite because the darling child pulled everything out of my plastics cupboard and scattered it all over the floor. Admittedly I did let him but that was because I really couldn't be bothered with wrestling with him, finding some way to secure the handles so the cupboards wouldn't open then dealing with the ensuing tantrum afterwards. I'm having trouble getting out of bed in the morning let alone dealing with all of that.
My little angel has turned into a whingey, clingy, grumpy brat. Not quite but it sure feels like it at the moment! Him being unwell certainly isn't helping matters.
Anyway, sorry for the short rant, I just had to get that off my chest. More ranting to come soon, this time about The Man Thing. Censored of course because he reads this blog :-S
Ciao for now
We're not entirely sure what's wrong with him but I'm positive he's teething. He went and saw the doc today and his ears are BOTH a bit inflamed *headdesk* so he's got antibiotics for them. He has a bung eye from a stye so he has eye ointment for that even though I don't think he needs it because the stye has popped and is now almost completely healed. The Child is also having breathing problems and wheezing but according to the doctor he's perfectly fine. WTF? I had a nurse listen to his chest later on the same day and she heard him wheezing pretty badly so I have no idea what's going on.
PMS is killing me, along with horrible cramps :-( Even though it's the middle of summer (heh, so they say) I've had to sleep with a hot water bottle clutched to my abdomen and even paracetamol isn't helping.
You know it's real bad when even though you got a manicure and an eyebrow shape/wax for FREE and you still feel murderous.
My house is a total bombsite. It's a combination of being busy, having little to no energy and I think PND nipping at my heels. It's not nice for me at the moment. Add on top that my crawler is advancing to being a walker waaaaaay too quickly for my liking and I'm a wreck! Also he figured out how to get into the cupboards and so nothing within reach is safe! My kitchen is a complete bombsite because the darling child pulled everything out of my plastics cupboard and scattered it all over the floor. Admittedly I did let him but that was because I really couldn't be bothered with wrestling with him, finding some way to secure the handles so the cupboards wouldn't open then dealing with the ensuing tantrum afterwards. I'm having trouble getting out of bed in the morning let alone dealing with all of that.
My little angel has turned into a whingey, clingy, grumpy brat. Not quite but it sure feels like it at the moment! Him being unwell certainly isn't helping matters.
Anyway, sorry for the short rant, I just had to get that off my chest. More ranting to come soon, this time about The Man Thing. Censored of course because he reads this blog :-S
Ciao for now
Friday, January 27, 2012
Oh the Shame
I can't believe it's been more than 5 months since I last updated this! Where has the time gone?
Munchkin is a much bigger munchkin now, he's at about 9kg and boy do I feel it! I certainly know that I've gained some strength from lugging him around because I can now go from sitting on the floor with him in my arms to standing. It's extremely ungainly but I can do it! I couldn't even do that BEFORE I got pregnant.
It's hard to believe it but my little baby is growing up! It's too soon!! He's 10 months old now, has had his first Christmas and is on the verge of walking. It's scary, I tell ya.
Just before Christmas my little darling learned how to sit. He'd been commando crawling since October and he finally decided to crawl PROPERLY at about the same time he started sitting. He's a real little man now *sniff*
The Man-Thing has a job! A real one! He's been there for 3 months now which is a huge relief. It's a nice steady income and apart from a few blips in the road here and there it's been great. The Man Thing is happier now that he has a job and to be honest he's a lot more bearable to live with *wink*
So I have a crawling, climbing, babbling, cheeky little monkey who still terrorises me to the edge of my sanity but I love him to bits. I'm still taking my wonderful little while pills for my PND but it is a lot easier to cope with now. I've had group therapy sessions as well as one on one with a counsellor. Our PND therapy group has turned into a coffee group now so we meet up, usually weekly, and chat about anything and everything! I really like it.
Not much else to say right now than the baby is in bed, asleep and that's where I should be too.
Ciao peeps!
Munchkin is a much bigger munchkin now, he's at about 9kg and boy do I feel it! I certainly know that I've gained some strength from lugging him around because I can now go from sitting on the floor with him in my arms to standing. It's extremely ungainly but I can do it! I couldn't even do that BEFORE I got pregnant.
It's hard to believe it but my little baby is growing up! It's too soon!! He's 10 months old now, has had his first Christmas and is on the verge of walking. It's scary, I tell ya.
Just before Christmas my little darling learned how to sit. He'd been commando crawling since October and he finally decided to crawl PROPERLY at about the same time he started sitting. He's a real little man now *sniff*
The Man-Thing has a job! A real one! He's been there for 3 months now which is a huge relief. It's a nice steady income and apart from a few blips in the road here and there it's been great. The Man Thing is happier now that he has a job and to be honest he's a lot more bearable to live with *wink*
So I have a crawling, climbing, babbling, cheeky little monkey who still terrorises me to the edge of my sanity but I love him to bits. I'm still taking my wonderful little while pills for my PND but it is a lot easier to cope with now. I've had group therapy sessions as well as one on one with a counsellor. Our PND therapy group has turned into a coffee group now so we meet up, usually weekly, and chat about anything and everything! I really like it.
Not much else to say right now than the baby is in bed, asleep and that's where I should be too.
Ciao peeps!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Long time, no see
Well now it really has been a while since I updated this. I just haven't had the time!! Seth went from sleeping like the proverbial angel to driving me insane! 45 minute naps all day, every day. Settling him to sleep was hell too. I was always rocking the cot, patting his tummy, turning him on his side and patting his back, stroking his head, letting him fall asleep feeding or on me. Hell I tell you!
My mum was my saviour, even with all her faults and everything about her that irritates me so much, she has been invaluable to me over the past few months. She called for help, Plunket help, and they were actually very helpful. Shh but the area coordinator gave us a little booklet of advice which has changed our live now, for the better! It's not Plunket endorsed so really they can't hand it out but mum and I were SERIOUSLY desperate.
So now after putting the advice in the booklet into practice, Seth is now going down to sleeps a LOT easier, I put him down, tuck him in and walk away. He's still only sleeping for 45 minutes at a time but I can deal with it a lot better now. It's even better that in the past few weeks he's been sleeping for longer and longer during the night. He's now sleeping from between 7 and 8 pm until between 5 and 8 am. It's so cool, I actually get to sleep. Now what is sleep again?
Seth is now fully formula fed due to my supply reaching a maximum of 80mls at a feed while Seth was taking more than twice that amount, medication for my PND when I was diagnosed (yeah I have PND, will talk about that later), and Seth not gaining weight as he should have been. Things have been going pretty well here since I decided to wean, yes wean not just go cold turkey. I managed to do it with nearly no engorgement. I still have a small supply if I try to hand express, it'll still shoot across the room, but that will eventually fade, probably. Seth has taken the transition pretty well though he still turns to my breast at times and will try to feed even though there is clothing in the way. Makes for lovely slobber patches. I still give him breast occasionally if he's really frantic for a feed, though he pops on and off so he barely gets anything.
PND. Ah yes, postnatal depression/distress. I think it started slowly with just little things, having to settle Seth to sleep every. single. sleep. His screaming in my ears as I did so. The frustration at not being able to fully breastfeed like I wanted and expected to. Little things that built up until I was screaming at him to shut up and go to sleep. Slamming my fist into a wall so I wouldn't do something I would later regret. Banging my head against a wall for similar reasons. I would get SO angry that he wasn't sleeping, that he was crying, that he wouldn't cooperate. That he wasn't doing what I wanted him to and what I thought he "Should" do.
Looking up the signs and symptoms was hard, talking to my husband about it even harder. I was put onto the Edinburgh scale by a few people I would talk to online and I scored an 18. Not as bad as it could have been but bad enough. I went to the doctor and he prescribed me some medication and I'm going to a PND support group which is really helping.
Since being on the meds things have improved hugely. I don't start screaming/crying/raging over little things anymore. If I miss a dose then the next day is bad though. I can now handle things a lot better and I feel a lot more relaxed. Most of the time anyway.
Well that's a bit of a novel so I shall leave you with that and I will certainly try to update more often.
Ciao for now.
My mum was my saviour, even with all her faults and everything about her that irritates me so much, she has been invaluable to me over the past few months. She called for help, Plunket help, and they were actually very helpful. Shh but the area coordinator gave us a little booklet of advice which has changed our live now, for the better! It's not Plunket endorsed so really they can't hand it out but mum and I were SERIOUSLY desperate.
So now after putting the advice in the booklet into practice, Seth is now going down to sleeps a LOT easier, I put him down, tuck him in and walk away. He's still only sleeping for 45 minutes at a time but I can deal with it a lot better now. It's even better that in the past few weeks he's been sleeping for longer and longer during the night. He's now sleeping from between 7 and 8 pm until between 5 and 8 am. It's so cool, I actually get to sleep. Now what is sleep again?
Seth is now fully formula fed due to my supply reaching a maximum of 80mls at a feed while Seth was taking more than twice that amount, medication for my PND when I was diagnosed (yeah I have PND, will talk about that later), and Seth not gaining weight as he should have been. Things have been going pretty well here since I decided to wean, yes wean not just go cold turkey. I managed to do it with nearly no engorgement. I still have a small supply if I try to hand express, it'll still shoot across the room, but that will eventually fade, probably. Seth has taken the transition pretty well though he still turns to my breast at times and will try to feed even though there is clothing in the way. Makes for lovely slobber patches. I still give him breast occasionally if he's really frantic for a feed, though he pops on and off so he barely gets anything.
PND. Ah yes, postnatal depression/distress. I think it started slowly with just little things, having to settle Seth to sleep every. single. sleep. His screaming in my ears as I did so. The frustration at not being able to fully breastfeed like I wanted and expected to. Little things that built up until I was screaming at him to shut up and go to sleep. Slamming my fist into a wall so I wouldn't do something I would later regret. Banging my head against a wall for similar reasons. I would get SO angry that he wasn't sleeping, that he was crying, that he wouldn't cooperate. That he wasn't doing what I wanted him to and what I thought he "Should" do.
Looking up the signs and symptoms was hard, talking to my husband about it even harder. I was put onto the Edinburgh scale by a few people I would talk to online and I scored an 18. Not as bad as it could have been but bad enough. I went to the doctor and he prescribed me some medication and I'm going to a PND support group which is really helping.
Since being on the meds things have improved hugely. I don't start screaming/crying/raging over little things anymore. If I miss a dose then the next day is bad though. I can now handle things a lot better and I feel a lot more relaxed. Most of the time anyway.
Well that's a bit of a novel so I shall leave you with that and I will certainly try to update more often.
Ciao for now.
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