Saturday, 19 October 2013

Cot Upcycling: A Rough Tutorial...

Thanks to my Mum at The Blue Goose we're no strangers to furniture upcycling here. Admittedly, more often that not I get it sent up to the shop and have my very skilled Uncle do it for me... But on this occasion I wanted this particular piece to be my own work.

Here it is, my cot. Saved for almost 30 years in the back of my Mum's garage. Turned bars. Rich 80's chestnut stained wood. 
Complete with my own teeth marks.

So I began...



An-oh-so-rough-tutorial:

1) Sand with fine sandpaper. You want to sand enough to create a surface that paint can cling to but you don't want to sand too much that you lose detail in the wood.

2) Dust, wash with white spirit and allow to dry thoroughly. The idea is to rid the surface of the wood of any dirt, grease or other impurities that might cause the paint to lift.

3) Paint. Apply one coat of thin undercoat then gloss. The key with all the painting is thin thin thin! The paint will run and drip very easily, so to avoid losing details in the furniture's design make your coats thin and you can even lightly sand after each coat to get rid of any drips and/or brush marks. You will probably need a minimum of 3 coats.

The result? Well... That's in the final finished Nursery post! :D 

Thursday, 17 October 2013

Autumn Ground

Autumn has this brilliant ability to make dead stuff on the floor really great... 

I like that.
 

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

21 Breastfeeding Lessons Learnt...

Note: The following post was also published on The Essential One Blog last week.

I never expected breastfeeding to be what it became to me.

I went in to motherhood with a vague notion that "breast was best". I knew I would give it a go but my main motivation was more based on a generic feeling of obligation than it was on science, infant nutritional convictions or any maternal feelings towards the issue. I just kind of thought that's what you should want to do, so I must want to do it and I'll give it a bash.

What happened then? Well, then I had a baby. And, like so many other things, motherhood shone a totally different light on it. Breastfeeding became important to me. It became important to me because if there is an option that is better for my baby then I wanted it for my baby.

Anyway I maintain this is not the advice blog. You'll need to find someone far more eloquent, intelligent and well read for that. Soz. But I've had big chunks of this drafted for months and have talked myself out of publishing twenty times on the basis that I am aware no breastfeeding journey is the same. No baby is textbook and no pair of boobs seem to perform the same (and often each in a pair can be doing different things). So let it be disclaimed this isn't any sort of definitive guide to breastfeeding. It discounts a million and one specific scenarios specific to a million and one different individuals. What it is is 19 months worth of one mum's experiences feeding one baby condensed in to 21 reasonably condensed numbered points. Here I go...

1. First feed. I knew babies were born with the ability to suckle. This doesn't prepare you for the WONDER that is marvelling at a new life who is seconds old knowing where to go and what to do and doing it knowing life depends on it. That right there had me hooked. That moment.


2. Babies are born with fat reserves. Try not to panic if they do not feed at first. They are built to wait until your milk comes in, which for most is days!

3. Measure your expectations about what a whole feed is. In the early days their tummy is the size of a marble! Don't panic, it's quality not quantity. Ask a pro if you are worried and numbers don't lie, if satisfactory weight gain is occurring (overall) then they must be getting enough no?

4. Babies only know need. Your newborn is not capable of thinking "I'm going to cry for a feed just to irritate her". They are driven by need alone. Nothing else. If they display signs of hunger then they are hungry. If it feels like you've been feeding all day, that is because they have been growing all day. Tomorrow will be different, enjoy the down time, you won't be there forever.


5. It hurts. I was told by several sources "breastfeeding only hurts if you're doing it wrong". Wrong. Nothing has ever been so incorrect. Breastfeeding is painful. Of course it's painful. Your skin needs to toughen up and your flow needs to stabilise. If you intend to breastfeed, don't bother promising yourself you will never swear in front of your child. You will only disappoint yourself 18 times a day as you latch them on to your own composed theme tune of "moly-fucking-shit-buggery-arse-holios". 

6. Get comfortable. Get a drink. Get a good book. If baby is easily distracted (unlikely at first) get rid of distractions. Get yourself fifty cushions. Get confident asking people to grab you things. Set yourself up for EVERY feed. You could be there an HOUR! Think of it as enforced rest.


7. Latching on. Aim their nose at your nipple to make them open their mouth wide. Hold their head at the top of their neck. (Don't cover the whole of the back of their head with your palm.) Make sure their bottom lip is curled down. Get as much in their mouth as possible. Not happy? Do NOT carry on regardless. Put your little finger in to the side their mouth, break the seal, pull baby away, breathe in some patience and start again.

8. Find time to feed in the bath. Especially in the early days. Tell the visitors to get lost. Run a warm bath. Get in, relax for ten minutes, then get someone to pass baby to you. The discomfort will ease. Your let down will be easy. Sore nipples (and anything else) will get a soak. It also makes for beautiful, memorable bonding time. Make a memory and jump in the tub.


9. Find your local breastfeeding support services (preferably before the baby gets here) and use them. Call them. Get them round. Cry at them. Try their suggestions. Some might sound bizarre but they (they're called the Pink Ladies around here) totally saved the day for me. Do your research on these services and phone numbers in pregnancy, then you will know from the outset that you have back up.


10. Oversupply. According to the wonderful Corinne (from the Pink Ladies mentioned above) I had enough milk for five babies. This made for a horrendously forceful and painful let down. The solution was to feed off the same breast two-three feeds in a row before switching. Within about 2 days my supply settled. The logic of this baffled me, but it worked.

11. Undersupply. You will make as much milk as you use, although sometimes there's a lag so give your boobs a chance. Keep feeding and give your milk should catch up. Talk to your health visitor, midwife or GP if you are concerned about weight gain. If you replace breastfeeds with formula feeds your supply will reduce further, so a better option can be to offer breast first then top up if needs must.

12. Express and give Daddy the chance to feed. I didn't do this enough in the early and I should have. It's really special time for them, allow them the opportunity. Advice on when to introduce a bottle differs and the issue is "nipple confusion", my midwife told me to make sure I gave her a bottle before 4 weeks, I did and we never had a problem. I've also heard you should never try a bottle before 6 weeks because they will lose their latch. I guess the answer is you don't know unless you try, I find it unlikely one bottle feed will ruin their latch irretrievably.


13. There is a magical time between 3 and 6 weeks where you go "ok we got this". Suddenly it doesn't hurt. Suddenly it's easy. You sync. Your body and theirs. You fill as their bellies grumble. It's magical. It's the miracle of nature at it's very best and it's happening between you and the (or one of the) love of your life. My mum (who you'd think was being commissioned by Breastfeeding Inc.) kept telling me "give it a month, just give it a month and then decide what you want to do", she knew something I did not, she knew if I could set myself this seemingly more manageable goal then I would continue. 

14. WHOP-EM-OUT. I doubted myself several times about how public is too public. You know what? GIRL'S GOTTA EAT! You are feeding your baby! No you should not wait till you get home. You should not do it in the toilet. You should not apologise. If your baby doesn't feel like eating his/her lunch under a sheet can you blame them? You are not hurting anyone. You are not flaunting anything. You have a hungry baby and you are feeding him/her. Everyone else... If they have a problem they need to evolve and go educate themselves.


15. You do not need an expensive breastfeeding cover. A muslin or two will do. Wrap one corner around your bra/top strap and let the muslin hang over you and baby. I loved the Aden & Anais  ones. 

16. You do not need an expensive breastfeeding pillow. Well I didn't. I never found it comfortable. It did however make for a good "tummy time" support for her.

17. Look after your back. One or two uncomfortable feeds sat on ill-advised seating during the day can have you wincing that night. Your back will be under enough pressure with all the lifting, rocking and pacing. You may not realise the work your back is doing whilst you feed, you will concentrating so hard on keeping babies latch good. Use a range of breastfeeding positions and make your position choices based on you as well as baby.

18. Savour it. Watching TV, playing on your phone and reading a book are great for passing the time during feeds but try to make one or two of your feeds a day just for you two. Watch them. Marvel at what a good job your body is doing for her body. Feel close. We'll blink and they'll be cross teens and we'll miss this closeness.

19. Alcohol. Use the same rule as driving. Plus if you drink whilst feeding it'll probably all be out of your system by the time they want the next feed. As was the advice on my NCT breastfeeding workshop and I have read nothing and experienced nothing make me think this information was incorrect.


20. Routine vs baby led. I always fed on demand, so I have no idea how breastfeeding really fits in with Gina Ford type routines. I brought in a set feed before bedtime when we set up a bedtime routine and she was always screaming for her morning feed so those were pretty routine from about 3 months. Aside from that it was all on her. It worked for us. If you do want to set a routine just do not tie it to a sense of "success" of the day, if it goes good then great, if it doesn't... It's not personal.

21. Stopping. This is so so personal and I'm still formulating the criteria that made it right for me to stop. It was a combination of her needs, my needs, baby to be's needs, logistics and values. If I were to answer exactly why we stopped it wouldn't be short and it wouldn't be the same as anyone else's and that's cool. It was just our time and I am pleased to report it was right for us. (This is how it felt.)


And soon enough... A new nursing journey will start again soon! (See my pregnancy page for bump pics and posts!)

Sunday, 13 October 2013

37 Weeks

37 weeks (in the UK) marks the opening of the "everything's as ok as it can be" window. Aka "term". So it would be within the realms of "normal" to have a baby now. 

For me that translates to now we wait... 

Little things are in place. Steve and I make an agreement I won't ring him at work unless it's THE call, so when THE call comes he must answer. My requests for Green & Blacks chocolate, jobs to be done  when he gets home or agreements for online baby purchases have to be sent via text... Which is a shame because I make a much less compelling case for a 39th baby grow in writing. Also my Mum's overnight bag to come help with Euna and the birth is packed. She's ordered to stay in county. All plans are made under the proviso that I'm not having a baby and no matter how lovely the engagement I get really excited about the prospect of missing all of them.

I want to get as many pictures as possible too. Whilst in my mind I don't nearly feel "done" with the baby making, nothing is guaranteed and I want to savour every kick, every moment of boy/girl contemplation, every feel and look at my bulging tum and especially every minute I spend excited imagining what's to come. 

There are moment's I've spent 8 months dreaming about: the moment we find out if it's a boy or girl, the first feed, the first time Euna meets her little sibling, the first time the four of us snuggle in bed together or talk a walk or sit down to Sunday dinner... So many. And the more excited I get, the higher I realise the stakes are and tiny whispered "what ifs" twitch in the back of my mind... I like to think I just know how lucky we are.

We wait. We try to enjoy what's here in the meantime... But really we're just filling time whilst we wait. It's too exciting not to. 






See more Autumn Pics here!
Ni Hao Yall

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Autumn Gardening...

One of the best things about a toddler has to be that they can find entertainment out of the most mundane of chores.

Some snaps from the garden... I love the little piles of leaves in these pictures and the light... There's a lot to love about having a camera in October...



Thursday, 10 October 2013

5 Post-Baby Pledges

With the "Pre-Baby Pledges" covered and the process of writing it down really helping to focus me make the most of this time we have left it seemed logical to make a list of Post-Baby Pledges. This time I'm going in eyes wide open about how precious those early days are, how much change happens that needs to be savoured and what a whirlwind it can be.

We will never ever get that time back and nothing will ever replace those precious early weeks. They need to count and our priorities need to be in place. So here it is, in writing, inescapable and I can feel my brain aligning to where it needs to be just by thinking about writing them. This is good.

My 5 Post-Baby Pledges

Pledge 1: Well wisher visits are capped to an hour. This is much easier to do than I thought last time, it will be achieved by a simple text beforehand with the a "be lovely to see you for an hour" thrown in. It's specific and sets it in their head what our expectations of a visit is. Plus I will have no shame in a "welllll... we need to getting Euna down for her nap/I need to have my bath now/best be getting dinner on now" once the hour is up. I get it's easy for visitors to sit and zone out cuddling baby and drinking tea, but we need down time, I want my baby back and I really will want that bath.

Pledge 2: Time for photographs in the first 24 hours. My only real regret about Euna's birth is that in the hours that followed I was all focused on breastfeeding, calling people, getting a shower and an awful lot of just generally sitting there grinning like a crazy person. I have pitifully few photographs of that first day and it does sadden me. This time all of those things need to have time for photographs squeezed in between them. Yes my sister-in-law needs to be called but she can be called 30 seconds later whilst I snap that first windy-burp-smile.

Pledge 3: Set time for staged photographs within the first week. Yes two of my five pledges are photography focused. I am happy with that because this time will fly no matter how I prioritise and in 18 months time when this bump is a toddler running around with a pair of Steve's pants on his/her head, all I will have is memories and photographs. And photographs strengthen memories. They solidify those family stories and this is all for the stories. What does it mean without reminiscent rights?

Pledge 4: Remember everything is temporary. If baby has to spend a night in our bed, that does not mean they will be there until they are 5. If Euna has a spell of jealousy, that does not mean she will grow up the rest of her life resenting her new sibling. If baby doesn't feed well one day, that does not mean they will never feed happily. If my belly looks like a the saggy underside of a hippo's chin a fortnight after birth, that does not mean I will never wear a swimsuit again. It's all temporary. It may all change tomorrow. Everything is a phase. Think short term and avoid thinking too far in advance, the early days is all about doing what works.

Pledge 5: Find moments to take it all in and then relinquish myself of as much guilt as possible. I will not be able to spend hours in Julia Donaldson readathons with Euna like before. This newborn may have to wait a few minutes for a feed every so often. I may forget to listen to details about Steve's work every so often. I can't do it all. Doing it all just won't be conducive to our new expanded family. And if I spend the next 18 years flogging myself everytime I can't be in 3 places at once I'll end up jumping out a window. What I can do is make sure I take meaningful moments with everybody, everyday. A book with Euna, an verse of Twinkle Twinkle with baby and a little pillow talk with Steve. A moment. Then I focus on that moment and release as much guilt as possible.

Well here in lies the theory. These are my intentions. Will I forget them all and rock back and forward at the end of the bed feeling inadequate and overwhelmed? Yes. Certainly. Infact I'm not sure I'll be allowed to call myself a mother of two until I have. But maybe this list will help me pull it back, suck it up and Mummy on. Just maybe.

Here we are enjoying some of our pre-baby pledges... (at Jimmy's Farm)







 Though right now I need to doing a little bit more of this...

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

36 Weeks

Week 36 has been a blur of poorlyness. Tiredness, dizziness, fevers and a lot of tears to the the tune of "I can't do this for another 4 weeks!" 

A trip to my GP and a short 24 hours in to some magical tablets and I am on the mend. Phew! 


Whilst shrouded in the haze of poorly self pity I have been getting on with exciting birth planning. We're planning a home birth and that was booked with the midwife on Wednesday. She read through my birth plan and we spent a lovely 20 minutes discussing the big event and I got so excited I had to wipe a tear away. It's not that I don't remember how bloody painful labour is, it's just that this time I know how worth it it is. Come what may, this time I know what that love is and that as long as we're all healthy in the end I will sit there and be ready to do it all hundred times for that little pink squiggly bundle.

Final preparations are needed now. Food, back up hospital bag, choosing baby's first outfit, a last glance at the name books and reacquainting myself with the breast-pump and other newborn paraphernalia. 

Then around those domestic chores it's all about me! I'm tackling Pledge 3 from my 5 Pre-Baby Pledges and focusing on myself. I started with a shopping and lunch trip at the weekend with Mummy Rawles and will continue next weekend with a delicious spa day! 

See you on the other side of term wonderful readers! Eeeee! :D :D :D 


As it's been a while since a side shot... 

Sunday, 6 October 2013

Nesting Inside; Anticipating Embracing Stories

If you flick of your mouse downwards you are going to see a series of photos depicting a seemingly idyllic mummy and daughter baking session. This was on my mental to do list under Pledge 2 (to do as many Euna focused activities as possible) in my 5 Pre-Baby Pledges. You could be led to imagine we shared some lovely girl time. That we laughed, that we learnt a little about each other, that she experienced some great sensory play and maybe she picked up a new word along the way.

This depiction is lies. ALL LIES.

What really happened? Well, first she wouldn't stay stood on the chair I got out. So I sat her on the side and she instantly pulled over a whole bottle of olive oil which smashed and ruined an outfit. The whole fiasco took me 20 minutes to clear up and I had to do it to the theme tune of her screaming to me from the highchair which I had to strap her into because she kept coming near the broken glass. When we finally got started she wasn't really very interested in any of the textural, sensory play I tried to sell to her... And I gave her my best ooo-s and ahhh-s about how sooooft the flour was and how squuuuuidgey the bananas were. Underwhelming, but it's not too bad because I've almost got my breath back from cleaning the olive oil up. Then we get out the cupcake cases and she's obsessed. In and out of the tray they go... great! Yes Euna! Nooowwww you're in to it! In and out they go! Yey! What a fun shape sorting game. In and out... Can Mummy help? She's screams. No? Ok. 10 minutes later... Ok let's put the mixture in. She picks up the first filled case and hurls it across the kitchen, more cleaning, fine. Second case filled and I intervene a second hurling. She screams at me and kicks the tray. Give me strength, I'm tired now. I try to fill the remaining cases and she lurches for the whole tray to throw. I catch it, so she throws herself back and I put a hand out to save her head. I'm running out of hands so for safety's sake I put her gently on the floor. I bring the filled tray down to her and bring her towards, though obviously a safe distance from, the oven to show her the tray going in to bake. 

That's it, the cupcake-case-shape-sorty-game has gone, all bets are off. Tantrum. She throws herself on the floor and screams bloody murder. For 20 minutes. I feel sick with heartburn from bending down trying to calm her. I tried, I'm tired and mid-Euna-tantrum I have a 3 minute pregnancy hormone induced meltdown of my own and cry too. 

With hindsight, tea, my sense of humour returned and a romantic view to make this into a blog post (mainly because the pictures are pretty) I decide... It's ok that this was a bit shit. Better infact. I like a good story, I'm especially good at laughing at myself in them and there's no story in "we baked and had a great time". 

I'm going to need to be more comfortable here in the realms of "that wasn't perfect but I'm ok with it". Two babies is going to mean more of these stories. Two babies is going to mean a lot of bad baking escapades, kitchen floor melt downs and olive oil slicks. I'm trying to prepare myself to be ok with that. Living just a little underneath that "on top of it" feeling. I know I'll need to accept that whatever domestic checklist I have running in my head or new Huff Post Parents inspired parenting approach I want to devote myself to... I might not be able to do everything I want to do all of the time. And that's ok. That's great infact, because maybe that's what happens when you have a whole lot of wonderful places to be putting your time and love...?

I'm a big believer that our expectations can play a huge part in determining where our stories go... And if not where they go then certainly how it feels to ride them out. So here the nesting goes deeper than the handmade nursery bunting and size ordered wardrobe of baby clothes. I'm nesting inside too. Preparing. Settling.






Gill Rapley's Banana Muffins...



Ni Hao Yall

Friday, 4 October 2013

35 Weeks

I want to do two things at 35 weeks pregnant:

I want to eat.

And I want to sit on the sofa.

I want to be horizontal and feeding. That's it. Now how much of that do you think my 19 month old is sympathetic towards? Yeah... None of it. She's a two foot tall scoff-stopping and movement-enforcing machine, sent to disturb many many a precious moment where I plan to sit and scoff.

In addition to this I have the very loud and very convincing voice of "Mummy Guilt" in my ear telling me on loop how limited our one to one time is and how I should be making the most of it (well I did pledge in my 5 Pre-Baby Pledges). So this week has been an exhausting blur of soft play, farm trips, Nanny visits, crafting, baking (shudder... more about that later), sensory play, zoo trips, swimming... You name a baby activity and we have owned it this week. So guess what? I'm shattered. Broken infact. I'm an exhausted, broken mound of pregnant mummy. 

"Making the most of my time with Euna"? Check. Double check. Now it's time to slow it all down. Because there is a point where you can be trying so hard to enjoy something, that you end up not enjoying it and that's where we ended up at the end of this week. Quality time will have to be less about feeding the giraffes and more about reading her favourite book on the sofa as many times as she likes. Call it a pledge footnote for 36 weeks onwards. 

One more week, then we're talking TERM. THE window...


Thursday, 3 October 2013

Quick Nursery Canvas Crafting!

Seeing as Euna and I had had our joint crafting effort for baby's walls, I thought I'd fly solo on another wall with this old canvas I had lying around. This canvas was formally used as a part of Euna's button themed crafts from her blessing, she has no room for it on her walls so it was prime for recycling. 

Euna took a backseat to this little crafting session whilst she enjoyed snack time and no supplies were bought as it was all with left over fabric from other nursery crafts, string from when I made Euna's mobile and the abandoned canvas... All I needed as some good old PVA from the crafting box! Super simple and quick here we go...


Roughly cut fabric about 3 inches larger than the canvas, squirted glue around back rim of the canvas and left to get tacky for 10 minutes...


Folded it over with an extra blob of PVA on the corners and made creases like these...


Covered canvas!


"What the...?"



String. Squirted a thick line of PVA along the canvas, doesn't matter if there's too much, the magic of PVA is (in chorus) it dries clear!!


Laid the string along the glue...


Cut fabric triangles out of fabric scraps (you could iron the edges over to make them neat or allow them to fray for a shabby look or) use pinking shears to get a zig-zag edge. Dot small spots of glue on the triangles and lay in position below the string...

Repeat!



I did the second line with smaller triangles...



Stand back smugly! Easy!


Have a look on my "New Nursery" board on Pinterest to see what's bee inspiring my nursery! So excited to show you the whole thing!

Also if you haven't already... Go enter my GIVEAWAY for a £20 voucher for The Essential One, to spend on baby and maternity clothes!

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