Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The three amigos

Week three with our little Man Bear Pig.

Slam Dunk Forsyth is a little piggy. He knows how to latch now and he does it often. His little cheeks are fattening up and his head keeps growing. It's true what people say 'they grow too fast'. I see changes daily, even hourly. 

I have to pay attention to what I eat/drink. He gets a bit gassy and is not a fan of pooing. So If I want a coffee it needs to be well before/after a feed as I don't like seeing my guy in pain. 

We're working out our 'Daddy's back at work' schedule. Daddy leaves just before six. He brings me some expressed milk bottle ready and we feed when Duncan demands. Then I quickly eat too and have a quick coffee. Depending on how he's going I'll shower or just walk around and do housework till he falls back asleep. Today we put away clothes, and went through the outfits he's growing out of. We were gifted so many gorgeous outfits and I want to make sure he wears them at least once. I tried really hard to organise his outfits before his arrival to make sure this was possible. I know how much I love seeing the gifts I give put to use, so I think it's important to do the same for our loved ones. 

Disclaimer: The above photo is from our two week visit. 
I forgot to add it to the last blog. 
Paul is thinking "put the camera down and listen to the lady". 
I was listening ;)

Here's my hawt 5am cluster feed/expressing hair. 

We've caved and done a small amount of co-sleeping in the wee hours of the morning. He loves it, and it keep us calm too. All supervised!
Our first morning with Daddy back to work!
It went swimmingly. Laundry/dishes/KHB work done!
Tummy time and batting at the toys (a little).
Thanks Rox & Ry for my play gym!

A bit milk drunk. But rocking an adorable outfit that was a gift from our Western Australia friends Kieran, Amy, Charlotte and Will :)
Our first morning alone.
 After a nice chat with Poppy back home we wandered to the mailbox and soaked in some sun together.
"Enough with the photos, give me my damn bottle, Mum!"
Morning two! A bit less smooth, but no complaints. 
Just some poos and spews!

Thanks for the super soft and adorable outfit, Smith family party of 6!

Sunday was such a great day! We got up after two blocks of four and three hours sleep and went on a walk/jog. Duncan and I walk while Daddy jogs. Then we went and did some pull ups/assisted pull ups. After a quick shower we ducked out to the shops and then headed out for lunch. D let us eat for nearly an hour uninterrupted and just as we were finishing he was ready for a change/feed. Daddy changed his nappy in the back of the car and then I fed him in the backseat. We put him back in the pram and enjoyed some more beautiful sun. Daddy even suggested I buy myself something. It actually felt weird, but also really nice. So now I have a hot little number for a date night or girls night out. Now it's tummy time and prep for his next feed. 

Two days on our own without Daddy.
Continued latch improvement.
Teaching Mum & Dad what I really want.
Slept for two four hour blocks on Saturday night!
Went out in the world for nearly a whole day, and fed in the car with Mummy.
Powering through loads of gas (poor guy).
Learning how to play and recognise the outside world.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Week dos, DRF.

What a week! 
Baby D started full on cluster feeding over the last couple days, so that's been interesting. We were told just when he gets into his routine it'll change, ain't that the truth!

We're trying to make tummy time in some capacity a priority each day. He's been yelling at us for it. But it seems to be giving him some upper body strength. D has rolled over a handful of times (when his arms are properly propped underneath his body. We were told he might do it, and then forget how to. Either way it was amazing to watch. We're learning the newest cues, ie: he ain't no fan of the swaddle, head shaking back and forth means "no dummy, boob juice and pronto!". We've had a few baths and plenty of monster poos. We dragged him to the playground for a little Mummy/Daddy workout. He didn't seem to mind. Mummy is back to a slow pace at work over at Kitschy Honeybees. We also got out to celebrate his second week of life only to forget to lock the house. P had to race back home to lock the door and meet me back at a cafe for a giant meal and soy latte. It was my first on my own (in the real world) moment with D. Thank goodness he was drunk on milk and slept through for me.

Both Poppy and Nana sent me some awesome onesies I can wear when I'm a little bigger and the weather warms up too!


Our little babe with the power.
The power of Voodoo.

Pushing dummy back into my own mouth.
Rolling over.
Making eye contact.
Sleeping in four hour blocks (sometimes).
Killing it at tummy time even though I'm grumpy about it.
Learning how to burp and spewing when necessary ;)
Being generally adorable. 
(heaps more, can't remember them all, as I'm pooped).

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Real life in motherhood!

Originally I had planned to keep some of these more intimate moments private. Then I realized mothers need to support each other with more than just staged 'look at me photos'. Today was tough. I got at best 3 hours of sleep last night. My family is dealing with a major issue and it stressed me out way too much. I shouldn't have tried to take it on. Next time I won't. 
Right now is our time, Duncan's time, and I'm ill prepared to help anyone but us.
Labouring at home. 
Not seen: Gas heater behind me pumping out the jams.
Nitrous oxide, high.
This position was optimal for me once I progressed to dilating to 7. 
It was SO HARD not to push and I needed to keep my damn legs closed.

This song below came on our playlist during labour around dilation of 7 just at the right time for me. I sang along with it, and reminded myself what I'm doing and who it's for. The pain would be worth it, because I'd have both of my boys.
"Tell Him"

Yo heh heh tell him it's like uhh you know uhh
Sweet sweet tell him

Let me be patient let me be kind
Make me unselfish without being blind
Though I may suffer I'll envy it not
And endure what comes
Cause he's all that I got and
Tell him...

Tell him I need him (yeah)
Tell him I love him (tell him)
And it'll be alright
[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alright
Tell him tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
It'll be alright

Now I may have faith to make mountains fall
But if I lack love then I am nothin' at all
I can give away everything I possess
But left without love then I have no happiness
I know I'm imperfect (I know I'm imperfect)
And not without sin (and not without sin)
But now that I'm older all childish things end
And tell him...

Tell him I need him (yeah)
Tell him I love him (tell him)
And it'll be alright
[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alright
Tell him tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
It'll be alright

I'll never be jealous
And I won't be too proud
Cause love is not boastful
Oooh and love is not loud
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
Everything's gonna be alright [w/ ad libs]
Oooh oooh yeah yeah aww yeah

Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on Earth
But if I speak wrong then what is it worth?
See what we now know is nothing compared
To the love that was shown when our lives were spared
And tell him...

Tell him I need him (yeah)
Tell him I love him (tell him)
And it'll be alright
[Background singing] Tell him be alright be alright
Tell him tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
It'll be alright
This was after our first incredible feed, nipple shield free and at home in our comfy room. Yesterday or maybe the day before, the calm before the storm.
Today, I'm incredibly proud of my postpartum body. It carried my boy. Nourished him and showed me his movements and milestones along the way.
Granny panties are a legit part of postpartum life. I dig em'. Super comfy and holds up my pouch with a bit of extra support. Best n less for the win!
 Real life. Baby fed, baby clean, baby stressed...Mummy half naked, boobs out, eating cause she just fed and pumped and burped and absojgjekkejfhhlj....
Note: The slow cooker in the backround. Two frozen meals dropped in saved our lives for this evenings dinner. 
After a big cry (from Mummy) I think my baby blues were delayed until I took on entirely more than I could handle. After my cry I laid next to my boy on the floor and got 40 incredible minutes of sleep. He got a bit more than me :)
Then Daddy came home from the shop and I whipped out my boobies. They got some vitamin D and so did I. My boobies and I sat outside for a good 30 minutes. I rubbed some milk on my cracked nips and came in feeling much better for it.

We've had another feed. I have relaxed myself with the help of my husband and son. We're hopefully ready to take on tonight's obstacles. Rest assured I'll be waking Mr. F for a bit more help, as I'll be plenty drained to sleep.

Wish us luck! Daddy made homemade apple, blueberry pie and caved and bought Mummy some overly sugary ice cream to pair with it! Yummo!