Ok, in my last post I mentioned that I would explain the meaning behind the hashtag that sits under the title of my blog page. Originally, the strapline was ‘a (relatively) positive look at parenting’ as I felt a lot of what I’d heard about parenting was pretty negative – focused heavily on logistics, lack of sleep and how your life isn’t your own any more. Continue reading “#ParentingIsAwesome”
Another geeky film reference to open this post! Even more confusingly, episode 2 of Star Wars is Attack of the Clones (officially, though to most fans it will still be Empire). Anyway, geek credentials established, back onto the blog! The number 2 also represents the new size of nappy we’re currently experimenting with!
Firstly, just how good have the Paralympics been? Beatrice is lucky to be born into a time where literally anything is possible! Such a strong message for us as parents to pass on to her when she’s older. They are such incredible people and role models!
They have also been the backdrop to my evenings this week. On Monday I re-entered the classroom, and all the fun and games that comes with it. For the first two mornings, Beatrice decided that she’d have a lie in, and going off to work without a hug and a smile was very, very difficult! I know I should be grateful that I was having a good sleep, but I had got used to a routine of breakfast cuddles!
Photos are all over my classroom and I think the children aren’t fed up of me mentioning her yet…the staff might be! It’s a real motivator to get home earlier, and so far I’ve been home in time for all the important bits of the evening routine. We’re just getting into trying to settle her down at the same time and so far it’s all gone well! Obviously I’ve jinxed it now by mentioning it here, but I’ll take a week of good sleep!
Reflecting back on the first week of our new life, it’s going to be strange adjusting and keeping on top of work, but the teamwork is going well- Lucy is definitely keeping busy and Beatrice seems to remember who I am! We’ve just spent a lovely day out with Nanny and Grandad, with Beatrice narrowly making it home in her final set of clean clothes and it’s like being back on holiday again! Monday can wait a bit longer as far as I’m concerned!
Expect a couple of random short posts during the week, sorry I kept you waiting so long! My tenth post too, quite chuffed with that, and 400 people from all over the world have been checking in on what we’re up to! Thanks for taking the time to read the blog, and I hope you get a chance to read the older posts too if you’re a newcomer to the site. If you think you know someone who might like it, try the share buttons at the bottom of the page for your social media of choice. Cheers!
It’s been a while since the last post, sorry! I am aiming to keep to at least one post a week, but from time to time priorities will be elsewhere. I’ve got an ever-growing list of blog post ideas that I need to catch up with, so looking forward to catching up with those! I’m also struggling a bit to keep up with relevant photos for the time being. I’ve got tons of Beatrice but still haven’t decided whether to put her online or not. Today’s post focuses on something everyone will be familiar with on some level…
Every new parent will spend an inordinate amount of time staring at their newborn, and rightly so. Most of you will do it into the early hours of the night, partly out of how cute they look when they’re asleep. However, there’s also an inbuilt feeling that if you take your eyes away, that’s the minute they forget how to breathe. This is despite the fact that they managed whilst you were busy looking up the best deal for baby wipes, or even when you were having tea and they were sat safely in their seat of choice (there are literally hundreds of options here-it’s worse than wedding merchandise). Night times are interesting indeed for the new parent.
Babies have this amazing trick where they breathe so slowly (it’s still all a bit new to them, so naturally they’ve not found a rhythm) that they are silent. It’s also so slow that their chest barely moves. Sleeping on the other side of the bed to the moses basket only makes things worse! Rest assured, after the initial ten seconds of panic, Beatrice is capable of producing a cacophony of sounds that reassure, amuse and terrify us to let us know she’s alright. Snorting, grunting, incredibly cute sighs, trying to outdo an elephant in a trumpeting contest, she’s got it all! It can be hilarious, frustrating and knackering in equal measure, and amazingly only happens at night. She is a proper Jekyll and Hyde sleeper on the noise front!
However, this silence is not the noise the title is talking about.
(Keep reading to find out why I might be smiling…)
This noise is something that can strike fear into the most laid-back parent. It also has the power to reduce you to a nine-year-old.
That’s right, the sound is that of your newborn farting. As was well documented in this post, your baby is capable of extraordinary faecal feats. Beatrice seems to have moved (somewhat) beyond the projectile phase, but there is nothing more terrifying than hearing a massive fart (and honestly, you can get away with blaming your baby if in company, they sound as loud as a grown-up’s) when you’ve turned your head for that split-second to reach for a nappy/cotton wool/cream/wipe (delete as applicable). Your heart leaps into your mouth as you fear the worst for your clothes and the surrounding furniture.
The flipside of that is that it can be hilarious. It really shouldn’t be, I know I should totally be over it at my age, but there is something pretty funny about it, especially when she smiles first or surprises herself. Even moreso if there’s a few back to back.
Like every noise your baby makes, you’ll get to know the difference between farts (funny and terrifying) and poos. Once you do, those heart in mouth moments will slowly fade.
But the giggling probably won’t.
I should be writing a few words about the experiences of the last two weeks, hopefully with some nice photos and with a bit of experience sharing (think it’s a bit bold to call it advice this early in the game!). However…
Beatrice is 50 days old. We have successfully kept her fed, clean and seemingly happy for 7 weeks and a day. She no longer fits into some of those cute little sleepsuits and overwashed vests, which is unthinkable considering everything we started with was too big. This has led to all sorts of emotions, including the early onset of ’empty nest syndrome’ as obviously once they’re out of their first sleepsuit, they’re practically packing their own bags and toddling off into the wide world! Don’t worry, it passes pretty quickly and you realise how ridiculous you’re being (hopefully…).
It seems a bit sad that the unit of time we use gets bigger. We talk of weeks and months almost straightaway. Thinking about it (more than I should, granted), it seems to more or less lump big moments of her life to date(the day she first coated the walls with excrement, her first wearing of her R2-D2 romper suit, that first smile that wasn’t wind) into bigger chunks, potentially making them a bit less memorable. I’m sure there will be times where things have passed by pretty sharpish, but equally just taking stock before bed each night is something each parent must try and make time for. Think about those expressions, cuddles, little moments and laugh at the trickier moments if you can!
Having said we’re not really experienced enough to give advice, I’ve ended up adding some anyway. Think of it as my reflections on what I reckon are pretty commonplace worries (that way, if you think my advice is awful, you can ignore it!).
If you’re about to go on this adventure , remember that certain things will become second nature pretty sharpish. Furthermore you’ll inevitably beat yourself up unnecessarily about minor things; your baby won’t be aware of them at all. Stay calm, remember it’s no-one’s fault (certainly not the baby’s!) and that you’re in control (even when, in this hot weather, the proverbial might actually hit the fan…). Finally, it may seem obvious, but talk to your partner about anything and everything. Even when negotiating shifts for eating, showering and sleeping. The more you share with each other, the much easier it all becomes.
I like numbers, so I’m going to count the days as well I think. I’m definitely not organised to mark each day with a specific event on a daily basis, but it’ll be cool when she reaches some other benchmarks. How one records those is a subject for another blog post (or two!). This one got a bit deeper and soppier than originally planned, back to the silliness next time!