With weary eyes and a wrist full of tendinitis I have returned to blog the past month of our little darling's life.
4 months! Can you believe it? Feels like I haven't slept properly in a year, oh wait, I haven't! But enough complaining, let's get to the fun stuff........
Clem's quirks;
She can now roll over both ways, she's getting the motions of crawling started by digging her knees and and moving forwards. Funny because she hated tummy time, yet rolls from her back to her tummy 100 times a day. Sometimes she's content to stay there, other times she'll shout for me to turn her over.
She likes to shout at my boobs just before she eats. I imagine she is saying "get in my belleh"
She has started to put her feet in her mouth, actually she puts anything within reach into her mouth!
She love, love, loooooooves being in the BOBA with Daddy.
She loves having baths with Daddy. And splashing me while I am trying to wash her.
We introduced solids today. Rice cereal fortified with iron. Messy!
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
3 month catch up
Has it been 3 months already? Well, almost! Little Clam is 3 days off her 3rd month birthday and it has all happened so soon!
So, what's been happening? Our little Clemmy Boo began smiling at 6 weeks on the dot, she'd been giving cute little glimpses of a smile to me for at least 2 weeks before, but I was convinced it was gas, then she gave me the cheekiest, gummiest grin ever and I knew it was for real!
Week 6 was a wonder week for us, and coincided with Daddy going away for a work conference for the week. Let's just say our reunion after a week apart was teary and full of hugs. I take my hat off to any single parent!
When she was 7 weeks we took our Boo to get her vaccinations and have her check up done. 50th percentile baby! She cried a little for her needles, and mum and dad got their whooping cough injection too (ouch!)
So far she's loving the Boba, especially when Daddy carries her around the shops. She's extremely curious, and loves to take in everything the world has to offer. Mum prefers the sleepy wrap because the Boba was too tight around the abdomen/c section scar. We also have a ring sling which she doesn't seem too into just yet.
The Naty Care nappies are standing the test of time. We've tried some other brand of wipes which I'll do a bit of a review on later
Tummy time was a bit of a roller coaster for us. Clam had some intense vomiting (possibly reflux) and really hated being put on the floor for tummy time, so I put her on a soft surface like the couch or bed then eventually back to her mat, where she will now happily hold herself up and stare at herself in the mirror and babble.
As we approach her third month, she has begun attempting to roll over. It's amazing to see her progress before my eyes. I sit with her, cheering her on and wanting to tell her to stop growing up so quickly at the same time.
So, what's been happening? Our little Clemmy Boo began smiling at 6 weeks on the dot, she'd been giving cute little glimpses of a smile to me for at least 2 weeks before, but I was convinced it was gas, then she gave me the cheekiest, gummiest grin ever and I knew it was for real!
Week 6 was a wonder week for us, and coincided with Daddy going away for a work conference for the week. Let's just say our reunion after a week apart was teary and full of hugs. I take my hat off to any single parent!
When she was 7 weeks we took our Boo to get her vaccinations and have her check up done. 50th percentile baby! She cried a little for her needles, and mum and dad got their whooping cough injection too (ouch!)
So far she's loving the Boba, especially when Daddy carries her around the shops. She's extremely curious, and loves to take in everything the world has to offer. Mum prefers the sleepy wrap because the Boba was too tight around the abdomen/c section scar. We also have a ring sling which she doesn't seem too into just yet.
The Naty Care nappies are standing the test of time. We've tried some other brand of wipes which I'll do a bit of a review on later
Tummy time was a bit of a roller coaster for us. Clam had some intense vomiting (possibly reflux) and really hated being put on the floor for tummy time, so I put her on a soft surface like the couch or bed then eventually back to her mat, where she will now happily hold herself up and stare at herself in the mirror and babble.
As we approach her third month, she has begun attempting to roll over. It's amazing to see her progress before my eyes. I sit with her, cheering her on and wanting to tell her to stop growing up so quickly at the same time.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Post Partum Recovery
In my experience no one really tells you about the recovery part of having a baby. Everyone loves to share a birth story, coo over baby, give unsolicited advice, but no one ever tells you what your body goes through after giving birth.
I thought that as soon as I gave birth all of those horrible pregnancy aches and pains would disappear immediately, but here I am 5 weeks later with carpal tunnel, swollen hands, random cramps and other delightfully painful bits.
My c-section decided not to heal properly and I've been on antibiotics to clear up an infection, lochia seems never ending, boobs are exploding, and as for poop - let's not even go there!
Luckily I did my kegels, so I haven't had to deal with any of that and my emotional state is quite good considering my mental health history.
Sleeping has become a luxury. I had a few 4 hour blocks of sleep, but mostly it's 2 hours at a time. Nursing can be uncomfortable, especially in those nursing marathons that last for hours.
I guess the healing part takes time, after all, it took 9 months to get here.
I thought that as soon as I gave birth all of those horrible pregnancy aches and pains would disappear immediately, but here I am 5 weeks later with carpal tunnel, swollen hands, random cramps and other delightfully painful bits.
My c-section decided not to heal properly and I've been on antibiotics to clear up an infection, lochia seems never ending, boobs are exploding, and as for poop - let's not even go there!
Luckily I did my kegels, so I haven't had to deal with any of that and my emotional state is quite good considering my mental health history.
Sleeping has become a luxury. I had a few 4 hour blocks of sleep, but mostly it's 2 hours at a time. Nursing can be uncomfortable, especially in those nursing marathons that last for hours.
I guess the healing part takes time, after all, it took 9 months to get here.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Wonderful Week 3
We're finally starting to get the hang of things here. Breastfeeding has become much easier now that we know how to work together. Cries are becoming more distinct and easier to handle.
Our little bug is starting to make noises and sometimes I think she is smiling, but it's probably just gas.
Here are a few things that made this week easier
Top Left - Safe N Sound Meridian Convertible Car Seat
Top Right - Big Softies Nappies (used as burp cloths)
Bottom Left - Bonds Wonder Suits
Bottom Right - Mother Care Nursing Bras
Monday, June 18, 2012
Week 2 Life Savers
If the first week wasn't the biggest learning curve ever, week 2 had even more excitement.
Feeling so sleep deprived I could see into other dimensions, my body still healing from a c section and having a tiny creature demanding constant feeding I was feeling like I was on the brink of insanity and could certainly see how sleep deprivation is a great form of torture.
Here are a few things that helped keep me sane....
Feeling so sleep deprived I could see into other dimensions, my body still healing from a c section and having a tiny creature demanding constant feeding I was feeling like I was on the brink of insanity and could certainly see how sleep deprivation is a great form of torture.
Here are a few things that helped keep me sane....
Top Left - SOFT fresh towels
Top Right - Nursing App
Bottom Left - Re-usable nursing pads
Bottom Right - Boba Carrier
Monday, June 11, 2012
First Week Home
Our first week home was a steep learning curve. No midwives around to help latch or tell me what each cry meant. There were tears, frustration and confusion but we soon got the hang of things. We figured out our little Clam loves a bath, hates her nappy being changed and just wants to be cuddled most of the time, which is fine with us because she is the cutest thing ever.
Below are a few items that made life a little easier for us all in the first week.
Top Left - Hydrogel Breast Discs
Top Right - Naty Eco Nappies and Wipes
Bottom Left - Gaia Baby Wash & Moisturiser
Bottom Right - Gaia - Skin Lotion (contains beeswax)
Saturday, June 9, 2012
The best laid plans of Mama and Clem
As the saying goes " The best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray" and how spot on it was for the birth of our little girl.
Thinking that I had planned every aspect of birth imaginable, Clem decided she didn't want things to go my way, instead we had to change everything we thought was going to happen and put our faith in the doctors, nurses and midwives to ensure our Clam's safe arrival.
So this may be a little TMI, but if you think that, then what are you doing reading a pregnancy blog, huh?
A few days before Clem's arrival I had been getting period pains and strong Braxton Hicks and that general feeling that she would be here any day soon. I was getting tired of being pregnant and ready to meet our little girl, so on Saturday I drank heaps of raspberry leaf tea, straightened my hair and went and did the shopping. We came home and had a spicy dinner and watched The Green Mile on tv. At 11.30 I was still feeling period-y, we were about to go to bed when I went to the bathroom and had a bloody show. I was so excited and scared at the same time. I checked the internet to see what would happen next, but it said it could take days for things to eventuate so we went to bed. At 2am I went to the bathroom again and there was more show, but slightly different colour. I went back to bed and shut my eyes for what seemed 5 minutes and felt a small gush. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom and realised it was my waters breaking. I noticed that the colour was a bit strange, slightly greeny brownish. I called out to the husband and got him to call the hospital, to which they replied to come in straight away as they feared the meconium may have leaked into the amniotic fluid.
We grabbed our bags and headed to the hospital and on the way there my contractions began, they were short and relatively painless at this point. By 2.45am we were at the hospital and I had to give a urine sample and they checked my amniotic fluid and confirmed that there was meconium present. That eliminated my plans of a nice, relaxing water birth then and there.
I was taken to a delivery room and hooked up to a fetal heart monitor, contraction monitor, a blood pressure monitor and a drip. The midwives were going to induce me for a natural labour but my body began contracting on its own at this point.
So far all my plans had been thrown out the window and I hadn't taken any labour classes because I assumed I'd be following what my body told me to do. Contractions at this point were lasting over a minute and getting stronger, longer and closer together. I was then given an internal check to see how far along I was. The midwife seemed a little concerned that something didn't feel right and checked for the baby's position again. BREECH. Somehow she had gone from fully engaged and then flipped upside down. They didn't know how and neither did I.
It was decided that I would be getting a caesarean immediately as her heartbeat wasn't fluctuating with the contractions either. They had another mother in theatre with an emergency, so I was kept in (drug free) labour until she was finished. At 8am I was taken into theatre, given an epidural (try doing that while you're having contractions) it gave me the worst shivers ever. I was numbed and cut open and at 8.48am our little Clementine Louise gave her first cry. I got to catch a quick peek at her before she was taken by Daddy to care for her while I was stitched back together and sent to recovery.
Recovery absolutely sucked. I sat there alone and drugged up while waiting to get feeling back in my lower half. For 2 hours I asked when I could go see my baby. I pretended I was The Bride from Kill Bill willing my toes to move so they would let me go see my family.
I was wheeled to the maternity ward and finally got to meet my little baby properly. She was perfect. 10 fingers, 10 toes. She weighed 3238g and was 48cm long.
In all of the scenarios I had imagined, this was definitely not one of them, but she was here and there were no further complications, so I felt incredibly lucky to be holding the tiny bundle in my arms.
We stayed in the hospital for 2 nights to monitor us both and came home on a rainy Tuesday morning.
Thinking that I had planned every aspect of birth imaginable, Clem decided she didn't want things to go my way, instead we had to change everything we thought was going to happen and put our faith in the doctors, nurses and midwives to ensure our Clam's safe arrival.
So this may be a little TMI, but if you think that, then what are you doing reading a pregnancy blog, huh?
A few days before Clem's arrival I had been getting period pains and strong Braxton Hicks and that general feeling that she would be here any day soon. I was getting tired of being pregnant and ready to meet our little girl, so on Saturday I drank heaps of raspberry leaf tea, straightened my hair and went and did the shopping. We came home and had a spicy dinner and watched The Green Mile on tv. At 11.30 I was still feeling period-y, we were about to go to bed when I went to the bathroom and had a bloody show. I was so excited and scared at the same time. I checked the internet to see what would happen next, but it said it could take days for things to eventuate so we went to bed. At 2am I went to the bathroom again and there was more show, but slightly different colour. I went back to bed and shut my eyes for what seemed 5 minutes and felt a small gush. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom and realised it was my waters breaking. I noticed that the colour was a bit strange, slightly greeny brownish. I called out to the husband and got him to call the hospital, to which they replied to come in straight away as they feared the meconium may have leaked into the amniotic fluid.
We grabbed our bags and headed to the hospital and on the way there my contractions began, they were short and relatively painless at this point. By 2.45am we were at the hospital and I had to give a urine sample and they checked my amniotic fluid and confirmed that there was meconium present. That eliminated my plans of a nice, relaxing water birth then and there.
I was taken to a delivery room and hooked up to a fetal heart monitor, contraction monitor, a blood pressure monitor and a drip. The midwives were going to induce me for a natural labour but my body began contracting on its own at this point.
So far all my plans had been thrown out the window and I hadn't taken any labour classes because I assumed I'd be following what my body told me to do. Contractions at this point were lasting over a minute and getting stronger, longer and closer together. I was then given an internal check to see how far along I was. The midwife seemed a little concerned that something didn't feel right and checked for the baby's position again. BREECH. Somehow she had gone from fully engaged and then flipped upside down. They didn't know how and neither did I.
It was decided that I would be getting a caesarean immediately as her heartbeat wasn't fluctuating with the contractions either. They had another mother in theatre with an emergency, so I was kept in (drug free) labour until she was finished. At 8am I was taken into theatre, given an epidural (try doing that while you're having contractions) it gave me the worst shivers ever. I was numbed and cut open and at 8.48am our little Clementine Louise gave her first cry. I got to catch a quick peek at her before she was taken by Daddy to care for her while I was stitched back together and sent to recovery.
Recovery absolutely sucked. I sat there alone and drugged up while waiting to get feeling back in my lower half. For 2 hours I asked when I could go see my baby. I pretended I was The Bride from Kill Bill willing my toes to move so they would let me go see my family.
I was wheeled to the maternity ward and finally got to meet my little baby properly. She was perfect. 10 fingers, 10 toes. She weighed 3238g and was 48cm long.
In all of the scenarios I had imagined, this was definitely not one of them, but she was here and there were no further complications, so I felt incredibly lucky to be holding the tiny bundle in my arms.
We stayed in the hospital for 2 nights to monitor us both and came home on a rainy Tuesday morning.
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