We finally got an appointment to take Brandon to the Doctors on Friday to see about his eczema and his squint.
It wasn't the Doctor I would prefer to see, but we didn't really have much choice if we wanted a Friday evening appointment. I could have taken him in the week, but I wanted my husband to come as well.
Brandon loved it in the Doctors, being the centre of attention :) We live in a village that's mostly pensioners, so he has no shortage of admirers. We didn't have to wait long before we were called in to see the Doctor. She asked if it got worse when he was tired and looked in his eyes, watched the movement etc, but she said it was very difficult to examine a baby properly!! She said she couldn't really see that there was anything wrong, but it was probably best to refer him to a Consultant. She told us that they will treat it with patches, prisms? or maybe an operation.
I don't think it is that noticeable all the time, but if you look at my Silent Sunday photo yesterday you can clearly see that his left eye is turning inwards. When I look back at the photographs I think that it's got worse since Christmas so I'll feel better once it's been looked at.
After she tried to usher us out the door I told her I wanted her to have a look at his eczema, as that wasn't getting better using the cream that we have. She took a quick look and gave us a prescription for some hydrocortisone cream. She said to use that twice a day and when it was better to just use the moisturiser. When we fetched the cream from the chemist's it's the smallest tube in the world! Hope I don't have to use it for long :)
The Doctors rang this morning to sort out the hospital appointment, and it's for the 4th April at 8.50am.
Hopefully it will be something simple to sort out.
Monday, 28 February 2011
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Now it Makes Sense
I think we have the reason for the sleepless night and runny nose.
One little tooth. Awwwwww
One little tooth. Awwwwww
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Poorly Baby
Since last Tuesday Brandon has been a bit snuffly off and on, and coughing occasionally. He's also stopped sleeping all night. By all night I mean around 2am til 10am - that counts as all night for us.
He's been progressively getting worse over the week. He has a runny nose still, but the cough has gone. The night waking is getting worse. Nearly every two hours for the past two nights, and last night his temperature was up to 101!! Apart from being a bit snuffly though he was quite happy and lively. We gave him Calpol and stripped him down to his vest. I looked online (of course I did) to see if it was dangerous, and apparently that's not too bad. After an hour his temperature started to come down slowly and by bedtime it was normal again.
I checked his temp again when he woke at 2am and it was still normal. Today he's slept a lot so far, and had lots of feeds.
I'm going to take him to the Doctor's tomorrow anyway. Not because of his cold. I don't one to be one of those parents who take their baby for every cold and sniffle, but his eczema is really bad at the moment. It seems particularly bad on his face, which was the one place it hasn't been so far. I also want to get his birthmark checked out (although it could just be the eczema making it look worse), I want his squint checking and also to tell the Doctor about the head banging. Bloody hell the Doctor is going to think I've been saving all this up for him :)
I can't quite believe he has a cold already and is suffering with eczema so badly. The reason I breastfed this time was because I thought it would help stop these things.
I only breastfed number one son for a couple of weeks and I didn't breastfeed number 2 at all. Number one has had antibiotics once in his life for tonsilitis and has never had a day off school (not one!!) and number 2 son has never had antibiotics at all. They are nearly 20 and 18 now.
I'm not saying I'm not glad I breastfeed Brandon, because I absolutely love it and I hope that I'm giving him the best start. I just realise now that it's not a miracle cure for any ailments etc. Who knows, his eczema might have been worse if I didn't breastfeed. Or maybe he would have caught a cold before 6 months.
Anyway I shall go to the Doctor's with my list ;) and hopefully get Brandon sorted out. I hate seeing him ill.
He's been progressively getting worse over the week. He has a runny nose still, but the cough has gone. The night waking is getting worse. Nearly every two hours for the past two nights, and last night his temperature was up to 101!! Apart from being a bit snuffly though he was quite happy and lively. We gave him Calpol and stripped him down to his vest. I looked online (of course I did) to see if it was dangerous, and apparently that's not too bad. After an hour his temperature started to come down slowly and by bedtime it was normal again.
I checked his temp again when he woke at 2am and it was still normal. Today he's slept a lot so far, and had lots of feeds.
I'm going to take him to the Doctor's tomorrow anyway. Not because of his cold. I don't one to be one of those parents who take their baby for every cold and sniffle, but his eczema is really bad at the moment. It seems particularly bad on his face, which was the one place it hasn't been so far. I also want to get his birthmark checked out (although it could just be the eczema making it look worse), I want his squint checking and also to tell the Doctor about the head banging. Bloody hell the Doctor is going to think I've been saving all this up for him :)
I can't quite believe he has a cold already and is suffering with eczema so badly. The reason I breastfed this time was because I thought it would help stop these things.
I only breastfed number one son for a couple of weeks and I didn't breastfeed number 2 at all. Number one has had antibiotics once in his life for tonsilitis and has never had a day off school (not one!!) and number 2 son has never had antibiotics at all. They are nearly 20 and 18 now.
I'm not saying I'm not glad I breastfeed Brandon, because I absolutely love it and I hope that I'm giving him the best start. I just realise now that it's not a miracle cure for any ailments etc. Who knows, his eczema might have been worse if I didn't breastfeed. Or maybe he would have caught a cold before 6 months.
Anyway I shall go to the Doctor's with my list ;) and hopefully get Brandon sorted out. I hate seeing him ill.
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
The Gallery - Expressions
Those cute kitties above are my previous babies. One of my many litters from when I used to breed and show Norwegian Forest Cats under the prefix Jotunheim.
I call this expression innocence. Don't let that fool you though. They might look like butter wouldn't melt, but they were little tornadoes tearing around the house most of the time!
Finished Nursery
Most of the nursery has been finished for a while, but we finally got round to getting the cot in there this weekend.
The wallpaper was a bargain that we found in a sale, and matches perfectly with the border and other accessories we had chosen. The wardrobes, drawers etc are middle son's old ones. We just up-dated them and tied them into the nursery theme using some stickers.
The poor old rocking horse was my 3rd birthday present in 1973. He's survived me and my 2 sisters, lots of cousins and hundreds of foster children. Both my boys and their friends loved him and I'm sure Brandon will. He works perfectly, the only problem, as you may have noticed, is his lack of mane and tail. That's due to 37 years of loving grooming :)
Oh and the TV isn't for the baby, it's just temporarily staying in there.
The wallpaper was a bargain that we found in a sale, and matches perfectly with the border and other accessories we had chosen. The wardrobes, drawers etc are middle son's old ones. We just up-dated them and tied them into the nursery theme using some stickers.
The poor old rocking horse was my 3rd birthday present in 1973. He's survived me and my 2 sisters, lots of cousins and hundreds of foster children. Both my boys and their friends loved him and I'm sure Brandon will. He works perfectly, the only problem, as you may have noticed, is his lack of mane and tail. That's due to 37 years of loving grooming :)
Oh and the TV isn't for the baby, it's just temporarily staying in there.
Monday, 21 February 2011
New Cot
We finally got around to ordering baby B's cot-bed a couple of weeks ago. We saw one in Mamas and Papas so we went into the shop to have a better look. We were pleased that it was in the sale, but then found that the mattress cost as much as the cot. It was the one we liked best though, so we ordered it.
So after we had the wrong one delivered (hubby's fault), we finally got the proper one last week. Yesterday my darling husband decided to put it together. To my amazement there was no banging or swearing and he soon put it together. In fact it was put together in the time it took middle son to get dressed after his Dad asked him to help.
And now here's the problem. I still feel it's a bit early. He's way too big to sleep in the carry-cot in our bedroom now, and there isn't room for the big cot, so really I know he has to move into his own room. I'm sure the other two were in their cot around 4 months old and it didn't bother me one bit. We'd always planned to have him in his own room by 6 months. But that 6 months has gone so fast!
Another problem is that B has a snuffly nose and a bit of a cough at the moment and we've had terrible nights with him since last Tuesday. He's been waking every 2 hours, so I was reluctant to put him in his new cot last night and risk disrupting him even more. I put him in there yesterday just to get him used to it, and he played quite happily. We put his new mobile up and he thinks it's wonderful. He had a look on his face as if to say "wow Mum did you see that?" and he got very excited, squealing and kicking his legs. Maybe it's best not to put it on for him to go to sleep though :)
I'm hoping that by the end of the week I've got him sleeping there.
I won't sleep, but I'm sure he'll sleep better than me. I know it's for the best. We live in a very creaky old house, so just walking across the floor or shutting the doors makes so much noise. His bedroom is at the back, so it will be even quieter. I'm sure it will be better for him and maybe he'll even start going to bed before 2am!
Any tips gladly welcomed :)
So after we had the wrong one delivered (hubby's fault), we finally got the proper one last week. Yesterday my darling husband decided to put it together. To my amazement there was no banging or swearing and he soon put it together. In fact it was put together in the time it took middle son to get dressed after his Dad asked him to help.
And now here's the problem. I still feel it's a bit early. He's way too big to sleep in the carry-cot in our bedroom now, and there isn't room for the big cot, so really I know he has to move into his own room. I'm sure the other two were in their cot around 4 months old and it didn't bother me one bit. We'd always planned to have him in his own room by 6 months. But that 6 months has gone so fast!
Another problem is that B has a snuffly nose and a bit of a cough at the moment and we've had terrible nights with him since last Tuesday. He's been waking every 2 hours, so I was reluctant to put him in his new cot last night and risk disrupting him even more. I put him in there yesterday just to get him used to it, and he played quite happily. We put his new mobile up and he thinks it's wonderful. He had a look on his face as if to say "wow Mum did you see that?" and he got very excited, squealing and kicking his legs. Maybe it's best not to put it on for him to go to sleep though :)
I'm hoping that by the end of the week I've got him sleeping there.
I won't sleep, but I'm sure he'll sleep better than me. I know it's for the best. We live in a very creaky old house, so just walking across the floor or shutting the doors makes so much noise. His bedroom is at the back, so it will be even quieter. I'm sure it will be better for him and maybe he'll even start going to bed before 2am!
Any tips gladly welcomed :)
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
The Gallery - Togetherness
I took this photo last week when I was messing about with a camera app on my iPhone. I love it. His hand still looks so tiny. My darling Brandon.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
6 Months
I've seen this done in various places on the internet and thought that it was a good idea.
Dear Brandon
Wow I can't believe you're six months old already. Time certainly flies. It only seems like minutes since I found out I was having you. My pregnancy flew by and was over even quicker when it was decided that you'd be born 4 weeks earlier than your brother's were. Does this mean that you're going to be the one that's actually one time? Probably not.
Your birth was very traumatic for both of us, but the minute you were placed in my arms all the pain melted away and I loved you so very much. You were battered and swollen and blue - but still you were the most beautiful little boy.
You wake up every morning and just lie in your crib until I come to get you. You never cry! I can only tell you're awake by the kicking of your chubby little legs. I creep over and stand there until you see me. As soon as you do your little face lights up and your smile reaches from ear to ear. I love that - it's my favourite time of the morning.
You've been rolling from your front to your back for a while now, but just last Tuesday you worked out how to roll from your back to your front. Now you prefer to roll over and be on your front. You can't crawl yet, but I'm sure you'd be able to swim. You kick your legs and move your arms so much, but you only go in circles.
You teething is driving us to distraction. No sign of any teeth yet, but everything goes in your mouth. Your sole purpose at the moment is to see which things you can get into your mouth to bite on. Mummy's phone or the remote control are two of your favourites. A bit of Mummy's hair and the fluffy rug also tastes good.
I never thought I'd make it through one month breastfeeding, but hey here we are at 6 months and both experts. We're just getting round to weaning now. Your brother's were weaned around 4 months, but everything has changed now :) You love to chomp on a piece of cold apple and I've tried you with some puree, but you'd rather have something you can "bite".
Let's get onto the subject of your brother's, when either of your brother's enter the room you absolutely light up at the sight of them. You adore them so much that sometimes you shake with excitement when you see them. You can be screaming like a banshee, but a look, or word from one of them shuts you up and has you smiling in seconds. The adoration between the 3 of you is definitely mutual. They love you more than I can put into words.
My darling Brandon you light up our lives. You are our wonderful surprise. You were sent to us for a reason. You are loved and adored and spoilt :)
Words :- ning ning, mamama,
Weight :- 19lb
Teeth :- none
New Tricks:- Rolling from back to front
Dear Brandon
Wow I can't believe you're six months old already. Time certainly flies. It only seems like minutes since I found out I was having you. My pregnancy flew by and was over even quicker when it was decided that you'd be born 4 weeks earlier than your brother's were. Does this mean that you're going to be the one that's actually one time? Probably not.
Your birth was very traumatic for both of us, but the minute you were placed in my arms all the pain melted away and I loved you so very much. You were battered and swollen and blue - but still you were the most beautiful little boy.
You wake up every morning and just lie in your crib until I come to get you. You never cry! I can only tell you're awake by the kicking of your chubby little legs. I creep over and stand there until you see me. As soon as you do your little face lights up and your smile reaches from ear to ear. I love that - it's my favourite time of the morning.
You've been rolling from your front to your back for a while now, but just last Tuesday you worked out how to roll from your back to your front. Now you prefer to roll over and be on your front. You can't crawl yet, but I'm sure you'd be able to swim. You kick your legs and move your arms so much, but you only go in circles.
You teething is driving us to distraction. No sign of any teeth yet, but everything goes in your mouth. Your sole purpose at the moment is to see which things you can get into your mouth to bite on. Mummy's phone or the remote control are two of your favourites. A bit of Mummy's hair and the fluffy rug also tastes good.
I never thought I'd make it through one month breastfeeding, but hey here we are at 6 months and both experts. We're just getting round to weaning now. Your brother's were weaned around 4 months, but everything has changed now :) You love to chomp on a piece of cold apple and I've tried you with some puree, but you'd rather have something you can "bite".
Let's get onto the subject of your brother's, when either of your brother's enter the room you absolutely light up at the sight of them. You adore them so much that sometimes you shake with excitement when you see them. You can be screaming like a banshee, but a look, or word from one of them shuts you up and has you smiling in seconds. The adoration between the 3 of you is definitely mutual. They love you more than I can put into words.
My darling Brandon you light up our lives. You are our wonderful surprise. You were sent to us for a reason. You are loved and adored and spoilt :)
Words :- ning ning, mamama,
Weight :- 19lb
Teeth :- none
New Tricks:- Rolling from back to front
Monday, 14 February 2011
Love Story
Valentine's Day is here again.
I've been spoilt, as usual and my lovely boy's have spoilt their girlfriend's. Of course they have, they have a good teacher - their Daddy :-)
I'm not going to pretend that he's perfect, because he's not, but he's definitely as close as you're going to get. I hear my friend's moaning about their partner's/husband's and I seriously have nothing to moan about. I don't think complaining about not wiping off the worktops in the kitchen counts.
I originally met my husband via the CB radio in the 80's (1983 to be precise). Yes, before FB and MSN. I was the grand old age of 12 (nearly 13). The first time he knocked on my Mum & Dad's door my big grizzly bear Dad told him to "sod off" because it was "too late". It was probably about 9pm!! Strangely enough that didn't put him off.
We had a brief little innocent boyfriend/girlfriend relationship for a few weeks and then I got bored and wouldn't speak to him (yes I know!!!!). And that was the last I saw of him until 1986. He just happened to drive past us in his Ford Escort (lol) and I suddenly wanted to see him again (maybe it was the the car). I did all the chasing (shameless hussy).
We got together again and got engaged September 1987 (I was 17). We bought our first house together in October 1988 (for the grand sum of £26000.00), and arranged our wedding for July 1989. Yes,only 9 months to sort everything out. We were amazed when we went to see the vicar and everyone else was booking for 2 years time! What did we know? We were only 17 and 20.
We had a wonderful wedding day on 1st July 1989 and started our married life in our new house together. No, we didn't live in it together beforehand either, we spent our time decorating and furnishing it and didn't move in until our wedding day.
By our first wedding anniversary I found out I was pregnant. So in July 1990 at the age of 19 I was married and pregnant. Our lovely son Daniel was born on 13th March 1991. In 1992 I was pregnant again with our 2nd son, Arran, who was born on 27th May 1993.
My husband has stayed with me despite depression & PND. I've called him terrible things and tried to get him to leave me. I could not understand how someone could have so much patience and put up with me. He has NEVER once said anything bad to me or ever retaliated in any way. Thank God he didn't.
Last year we found out we were having another baby. Surprise!! He supported me throughout the pregnancy, listened to my moaning. Massaged my aching feet and back and spent hours with me attending Consultant appointments. He even had to give me injections when I couldn't do it myself.
I'm very very spoilt. I don't think he ever says no to me, and I still don't know how he puts up with me (must be the cooking or something....).
Today he's bought me a camera. The thing I've wanted most for ages, because everyone knows there are a million photo's that need taking when you've got a baby.
So to end my love story I'll wrap it up by saying,we've been married for 22 years in July and we've been together for 25 years in April. I love him as much now as I did then, probably more. He's the love of my life and my soul mate.
I hope he knows how much I really love him. Now and forever.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I've been spoilt, as usual and my lovely boy's have spoilt their girlfriend's. Of course they have, they have a good teacher - their Daddy :-)
I'm not going to pretend that he's perfect, because he's not, but he's definitely as close as you're going to get. I hear my friend's moaning about their partner's/husband's and I seriously have nothing to moan about. I don't think complaining about not wiping off the worktops in the kitchen counts.
I originally met my husband via the CB radio in the 80's (1983 to be precise). Yes, before FB and MSN. I was the grand old age of 12 (nearly 13). The first time he knocked on my Mum & Dad's door my big grizzly bear Dad told him to "sod off" because it was "too late". It was probably about 9pm!! Strangely enough that didn't put him off.
We had a brief little innocent boyfriend/girlfriend relationship for a few weeks and then I got bored and wouldn't speak to him (yes I know!!!!). And that was the last I saw of him until 1986. He just happened to drive past us in his Ford Escort (lol) and I suddenly wanted to see him again (maybe it was the the car). I did all the chasing (shameless hussy).
We got together again and got engaged September 1987 (I was 17). We bought our first house together in October 1988 (for the grand sum of £26000.00), and arranged our wedding for July 1989. Yes,only 9 months to sort everything out. We were amazed when we went to see the vicar and everyone else was booking for 2 years time! What did we know? We were only 17 and 20.
We had a wonderful wedding day on 1st July 1989 and started our married life in our new house together. No, we didn't live in it together beforehand either, we spent our time decorating and furnishing it and didn't move in until our wedding day.
By our first wedding anniversary I found out I was pregnant. So in July 1990 at the age of 19 I was married and pregnant. Our lovely son Daniel was born on 13th March 1991. In 1992 I was pregnant again with our 2nd son, Arran, who was born on 27th May 1993.
My husband has stayed with me despite depression & PND. I've called him terrible things and tried to get him to leave me. I could not understand how someone could have so much patience and put up with me. He has NEVER once said anything bad to me or ever retaliated in any way. Thank God he didn't.
Last year we found out we were having another baby. Surprise!! He supported me throughout the pregnancy, listened to my moaning. Massaged my aching feet and back and spent hours with me attending Consultant appointments. He even had to give me injections when I couldn't do it myself.
I'm very very spoilt. I don't think he ever says no to me, and I still don't know how he puts up with me (must be the cooking or something....).
Today he's bought me a camera. The thing I've wanted most for ages, because everyone knows there are a million photo's that need taking when you've got a baby.
So to end my love story I'll wrap it up by saying,we've been married for 22 years in July and we've been together for 25 years in April. I love him as much now as I did then, probably more. He's the love of my life and my soul mate.
I hope he knows how much I really love him. Now and forever.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
The Gallery - 24 hours
I wasn't going to participate in The Gallery this week.
24hrs in my life definitely wouldn't make a TV series, but here you go. Prepare to be riveted.
My day starts the best way possible, with a smile from my baby.
First job is a nappy change.
Most days I actually brush my hair and some days I even manage to put on a bit of make-up. Usually only if I'm working though :-)
This keeps me going throughout the day
More of this for me
I might even fit in a bit of work
Later a bath for Baby B and let him chill out in his cute dressing gown.
There might be some cooking going on after this, but there is no photographic evidence :-)
Bit of Tweeting or Blogging maybe.
Then if we're lucky, bed around 2am!!
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Friday, 4 February 2011
Neurotic
Oh my God I'm turning into one of those neurotic Mother's that worries about every little thing.
Actually that's not true, I'm not turning into one, because I've always been one. My two eldest boys will tell you that.
When they were little I insisted on walking them to school because although we live in a village, we live on the main road into it. To get to the school we have to cross a horrible crossroads. When I got braver I only walked to the crossroads with them and let them go the rest of the way. This continued until the end of Middle school.
My eldest son passed his driving test last year and even though everyone was happy, I felt so sick every time he left the house. I'm so thankful for mobile phones.
And now we have the little one, and I have a whole list of things to worry about with him. When I first brought him home I couldn't even carry him downstairs, I was so terrified I was going to drop him or fall on him. It was only when I saw my husband walk downstairs carrying the baby and NOT holding onto the handrail that I started taking him down. That was only because then I couldn't trust my husband in case he fell!!
Every tiny thing was magnified. I worried about everything. The reason he doesn't sleep is probably because I wouldn't put him down. All totally irrational thinking, but it's like the OCD I know that the things I'm thinking aren't normal, but I just can't do anything about it. In my head I know that not folding the towels perfectly (just one example) won't make any difference, but the anxiety it causes me outweighs the fact that I have to fold and re-fold them.
I would sit in bed at night and imagine the most terrible things happening. I would just sit and cry. I think that I had PND, but didn't see it at the time. Especially as I had it first time round, I should have realised, but I lied to the HV and pretended that everything was ok. The problem is that because I know my thinking isn't always quite rational, I never know when I need to really be worried or not.
So these are my latest worries:-
1. He has very bad eczema - I've seen the Dr about this and he has cream and oil to put in his bath. When it's really bad it looks like his body has been burned.
2. The pupil in one eye is bigger than the other. The Dr says this is OK.
3. He has a slight squint, which they said would get better, but I'm not sure when and he's now nearly 6 months old.
4.His arms still click and pop every time they are moved. He doesn't cry in pain, but I'm worried that it's from the shoulder dystocia.
5.He has a dark red birth mark right between his eyes. It doesn't seem to be fading at all. I said to my husband do you think other people notice it. He just said "Probably" - that helped lol.
6. Head banging. He lies in his cot and bangs his head from side to side.
*sigh* I literally make myself sick with worry. The silly thing is I have 2 older boys that turned out perfectly. All the little problems with them all sorted out ok.
I think, perhaps, I need a new mind.
I will take him to the Doctors and I'm sure he'll think they're all silly things, but we'll see.
Actually that's not true, I'm not turning into one, because I've always been one. My two eldest boys will tell you that.
When they were little I insisted on walking them to school because although we live in a village, we live on the main road into it. To get to the school we have to cross a horrible crossroads. When I got braver I only walked to the crossroads with them and let them go the rest of the way. This continued until the end of Middle school.
My eldest son passed his driving test last year and even though everyone was happy, I felt so sick every time he left the house. I'm so thankful for mobile phones.
And now we have the little one, and I have a whole list of things to worry about with him. When I first brought him home I couldn't even carry him downstairs, I was so terrified I was going to drop him or fall on him. It was only when I saw my husband walk downstairs carrying the baby and NOT holding onto the handrail that I started taking him down. That was only because then I couldn't trust my husband in case he fell!!
Every tiny thing was magnified. I worried about everything. The reason he doesn't sleep is probably because I wouldn't put him down. All totally irrational thinking, but it's like the OCD I know that the things I'm thinking aren't normal, but I just can't do anything about it. In my head I know that not folding the towels perfectly (just one example) won't make any difference, but the anxiety it causes me outweighs the fact that I have to fold and re-fold them.
I would sit in bed at night and imagine the most terrible things happening. I would just sit and cry. I think that I had PND, but didn't see it at the time. Especially as I had it first time round, I should have realised, but I lied to the HV and pretended that everything was ok. The problem is that because I know my thinking isn't always quite rational, I never know when I need to really be worried or not.
So these are my latest worries:-
1. He has very bad eczema - I've seen the Dr about this and he has cream and oil to put in his bath. When it's really bad it looks like his body has been burned.
2. The pupil in one eye is bigger than the other. The Dr says this is OK.
3. He has a slight squint, which they said would get better, but I'm not sure when and he's now nearly 6 months old.
4.His arms still click and pop every time they are moved. He doesn't cry in pain, but I'm worried that it's from the shoulder dystocia.
5.He has a dark red birth mark right between his eyes. It doesn't seem to be fading at all. I said to my husband do you think other people notice it. He just said "Probably" - that helped lol.
6. Head banging. He lies in his cot and bangs his head from side to side.
*sigh* I literally make myself sick with worry. The silly thing is I have 2 older boys that turned out perfectly. All the little problems with them all sorted out ok.
I think, perhaps, I need a new mind.
I will take him to the Doctors and I'm sure he'll think they're all silly things, but we'll see.
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Note to Self
Before you open the curtains, make sure you've actually put your boob away after feeding the baby.
You may give the bus load of pensioners going past something to talk about all day!
You may give the bus load of pensioners going past something to talk about all day!
The Gallery - Shapes
The Gallery last week was my first week and it was easy because the theme was children, and I have hundreds of photo's of them. This week it's shapes. Not so easy, but at least it made me think.
So this week my entry for the gallery is
yes diamonds. My very favourite shape of all (much to my husband's dismay). I usually like them encased in gold and on my fingers or in my ears :-) , but these I thought, just looked pretty. Unfortunately not real.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Busy Day
I'm so tired today.
First of all the Avon Man (yes man) came knocking the door down at 9am. He's a strange man. Leave the door open and he's in the bloody house.
He said "I don't know how you do it. Still in bed at this time, and you've got a baby". I did explain that baby doesn't go to bed until 2 or 3 am, but he wasn't listening *sigh*, so now he just thinks I'm a lazy cow who stays in bed all hours.
Baby B was then awake (due to the loud knocking), so I got back into bed to give him the mammoth feed that he has every morning. I quickly got him ready and washed my hair ready for the hairdresser.
I'd agreed to see a customer in the day (which, I don't usually do), and then discovered I'd booked her at the same time as the hairdresser was coming. Fortunately customer was 15 minutes early.
While I was still seeing the customer a friend unexpectedly turned up and then the hairdresser.
I gave Brandon to middle son (they do come in handy), and left friend to her own devices while I had my hair done.
I finally had my first coffee of the day at around 1pm. Fed Baby B. Had a piece of toast and a chat with friend.
It's now just after 3 and I feel like the day has whizzed past without me actually doing anything.
I'm working from 6 til around 8.30pm and I already feel like I could go to sleep now.
Coffee! I need more coffee.
First of all the Avon Man (yes man) came knocking the door down at 9am. He's a strange man. Leave the door open and he's in the bloody house.
He said "I don't know how you do it. Still in bed at this time, and you've got a baby". I did explain that baby doesn't go to bed until 2 or 3 am, but he wasn't listening *sigh*, so now he just thinks I'm a lazy cow who stays in bed all hours.
Baby B was then awake (due to the loud knocking), so I got back into bed to give him the mammoth feed that he has every morning. I quickly got him ready and washed my hair ready for the hairdresser.
I'd agreed to see a customer in the day (which, I don't usually do), and then discovered I'd booked her at the same time as the hairdresser was coming. Fortunately customer was 15 minutes early.
While I was still seeing the customer a friend unexpectedly turned up and then the hairdresser.
I gave Brandon to middle son (they do come in handy), and left friend to her own devices while I had my hair done.
I finally had my first coffee of the day at around 1pm. Fed Baby B. Had a piece of toast and a chat with friend.
It's now just after 3 and I feel like the day has whizzed past without me actually doing anything.
I'm working from 6 til around 8.30pm and I already feel like I could go to sleep now.
Coffee! I need more coffee.
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