the crest of a wave

I've had a few feelings of euphoria over the last two weeks, and when people ask me if I've had a good day I realise that I really have. Suddenly the pieces of my new life seem to be falling into place and I feel like I can balance again. Apparently it is quite common for this to happen when your baby is around 3 months, but I don't mind being common in this particular case.

For one thing, the feeding seems to have finally got easier, as everybody told me it would when baby blue was 3 weeks old (I didn't really believe them). Soreness is now rare, and I've managed to feed in various situations now - sitting cross legged on the floor, sitting in a folding chair, in a cafe, whereas before, I had to be either lying down or propped up by multiple pillows. This makes such a huge difference to my day, as I no longer dread each feed, I can enjoy the time spent with baby blue, and I don't dread going out of the house for longer than two hours.

Also making a huge difference to my state of mind is the improvement in baby blue's sleeping patterns. We've started over the last 2 weeks to try gently getting him into a routine, and it seems to be working relatively well. He now goes to bed at 7, meaning the evenings are free for grown up time, although he tends to wake and cry once or twice. I feed him before I go to bed, again at around half ten, and he now goes right through to 5 or 6am before needing another feed!! This is another thing that seemed totally impossible 6 weeks ago. It's amazing how much rosier the world looks when your sleep comes in 6-7 hour chunks rather than 2 hour ones!

Then there are the changes in baby blue which are happening every day. It's now possible to play with him, as he will grab a rattle, smile and laugh when I pull faces or sing songs, and have a conversation with me consisting solely of vowel sounds. Somehow the fact that I'm encouraging his development makes my day feel so much more productive than when I got to teatime and had only managed to keep him alive, fed and clean and maybe checked my emails and put a load of washing on. He can also entertain himself much better, meaning I might actually have time to hang the washing out as well as putting it in the machine!

I have discovered that getting out somewhere every day, even if it's just a walk to the Co-op, keeps me sane, and I am blessed with knowing several other new mums, so I'm rarely short of someone to have coffee or lunch with. I've been going to a breastfeeding support group, which has really helped me, and I've also started postnatal Pilates and baby massage classes, which are good fun, and have helped me make a few new friends. Today I even went to a special baby-friendly showing at the Hyde Park Cinema in Leeds. It was a little difficult to hear the movie at times! The moment when a gunshot went off in the film also caused a little bit of commotion among the babies present. But it was really great to be at the cinema again.

I'm sure within the next few weeks there will be more testing times, when baby blue starts teething, or starts waking again as he gets more hungry, when he starts rolling over and I have to start watching him like a hawk... But it's good to know that actually, I love this time, I love being a full time mum just now, and I've come through so many of the difficult things. I know if there are more difficult times, I'll be able to come through them as well, with help from God, mr me and my friends and family.

Highs and lows

The best things about being pregnant:

• I have loved feeling the movements of the baby and how they remind me there's a whole other person inside me!
• I really really am going to have a baby!
• People telling me I look great (although suspect they may be just saying what you're supposed to say to pregnant women)
• A good excuse for resting, asking for help and generally doing what I want to.
• Lots of presents.
• Closeness to mr me and having him look after me.
• I've had quite a peaceful, placid state of mind since the end of the first trimester (most of the time).
• Amazement at what my body can really do.
• Constantly being offered chairs, waved across the road etc
  
• Finally the ultimate excuse for going into mothercare and cooing over booties.
• The prospect of a year off work.
• People's kindness in helping us out with all sorts of things.

And the worst things...

• How I felt for the whole of the first 3 months! (ie exhausted, nauseous, vomiting, emotional and a little depressed)
• People who feel it is socially acceptable to comment on your size, eg "aren't you big?" "how many have you got in there?" etc.
• Busybodies. Everybody has some advice to give, even if you show no sign of wanting it.
• Getting the same comments all the time. "I expect you're all ready now then aren't you?" NO! I'VE BOUGHT 3 BABYGROS AND THAT'S IT! I'M A TERRIBLE MOTHER! or "do you know what you're having? what do you think it will be?" ERM...A BABY PERHAPS?
• Symphysis pubis dysfunction. It's a nasty condition that gives you pelvic pain on certain movements, especially turning over in bed.
• Being tired all the time, and therefore less able to sort everything out and make a perfect nest like I want to.
• Heartburn. boo.
• Becoming suddenly unable to talk about anything else and worrying that I've turned into a baby bore.
• Fear of losing friends/ independence/social life etc.
• Fear of labour
• I've been weirdly inward looking, and haven't always felt as sociable as usual. Less urge to write this blog as well, leading to very infrequent posting - sorry.
  
• Having to think about everything I put in my mouth. Am seriously wanting 2 glasses of wine and a plate of sushi!
• Feeling that my body's not my own any more.

However, it will all be over soon and then my life will change forever...

a new adventure

I've been thinking about how to write this post for a long long time now. Far too long in fact, and I don't blame everyone if they've given up on me and assumed I've gone back to live entirely in the real world. I have some exciting news that has been rather too long delayed...

I am enceinte, gravid, expectant and fecund. I am with child. I have one in the oven. I am knocked up, in the family way and up the duff. In fact, we are going to have a baby in December.

My reasons for not blogging so far may be poor, but I'll make my excuses anyway. For the first 12 weeks it was not public knowledge, I felt hideous and ill all the time, and I couldn't settle myself to believe I wouldn't have an early miscarriage til I'd seen the 12 week scan and knew everything was fine. If I had been able to blog about it during that time, I think I would have sounded rather morose and depressed about the whole thing. Pregnancy seemed to mainly involve vomiting, having no energy to spare for anything but work, and being told lots of things I shouldn't do. None of it really felt real, even though we'd been wanting a baby for some time.

Since then I don't have such a good excuse, except that suddenly it all became very hard to encapsulate into words. Also I have been going to bed uncommonly early, due to feeling wiped out after a day at work, whereas late at night was when I usually used to blog. However, I had a week of leave last week, during which I slowed down enough to look at clouds, lie in bed feeling my growing bump, and think about things a little bit again. I also felt the baby moving for the first time, like a fluttering inside me, or like the feeling that I've just left my stomach behind on a rollercoaster. The bonding has been a bit slow to get started, but suddenly I'm really genuinely excited, and starting to feel how strong my love is for the tiny scrap of a thing growing inside me. So I thought it was about time I shared my news with you. Forgive me for taking so long.

Exciting things about Autumn

Here is a cheery post to distract myself from the fact that I'm on nights again with a nasty cold. I love autumn. I was going to say it was my favourite season, which I think every autumn, but then every spring I think that is my favourite season as well, so it's hard to say.

• Autumn is a season of anticipation. There's a certain tang in the air, of bonfire smoke and crispy leaves, and frost to come that makes me think, "Bonfire night is coming/ cosy evenings are coming/ Christmas is coming!"

• Strictly come dancing is back on! I am deeply and worryingly obsessed with this. Generally I don't go in for celebrity/reality TV programmes, but I think this is the perfect Saturday night TV show. Of course, I've always loved dancing, so that's most of the attraction, but I also love the dresses, the drama, the glamour and watching someone fall in love with dancing. It seems to have slightly more value for me than things like "I'm a Celebrity", because the contestants are genuinely learning a skill that is difficult and rewarding, rather than just solely trying to revive their faltering careers (although a lot of them are doing that too.) Me and my sister are both into it, so get together and watch it at the weekend. Good excuse for a night in with a glass of wine.

• I'm going to New York at the end of the month. Another thing to anticipate this year. Am planning to morph miraculously into a glamourous Carrie-Bradshaw type person and wander the streets of Manhattan in high heels which will not hurt me at all, looking wistful and thinking profound thoughts. Or at least I am planning to do lots of shopping, sightseeing and have lots of fun.

• Winter coats! I love the day when I decide I need my winter coat out for the first time. It makes me feel dressed up, but wrapped up.

• Bright, frosty, clear blue mornings when the trees are golden, and the air bites. Preferably on a day when I can go for a long walk followed by a hot chocolate somewhere warm.

Sweetpea

I started paediatrics last Wednesday, and today was my first day working on the neonatal ward. The SHO mostly works doing baby checks for the one day old babies - making sure there are no abnormalities. I also have to attend delivery suite for all caesarian sections and deliveries where there is risk to the baby or foetal distress. Fortunately at the moment, a registrar is coming with me to the deliveries and teaching me how to resuscitate babies. But the babies are so beautiful!!! When you check for a cleft palate you put your little finger in the mouth. I felt very moved when one little baby started sucking on my finger. I am going to have to watch myself in this job, or I won't make it to the end of my training scheme! The registrar who is teaching me keeps calling all the babies and children "sweetpea", which I also think is very cute. That was it really. Extreme cuteness. Just wanted to share.