Pre – School

Tuesday was the first full day of Pre – School for Albert.  I was excited for him as he has been desperate to go back to school most of the Easter half term.

We set off, myself on foot and Albert on his balance bike and we had a lovely walk/ride through the local park.  Albert loves it so much as he’s surrounded by all the older children and he’s in awe of the “big boys” on big bikes, often going very fast so I struggle to keep up!

We finally made it to school, and as we approached the little hut in the grounds of the infant school (that I really hope he gets in to), he was saying hello and good morning to the teachers and children and showing them his lunch box, seemingly very excited to be staying for lunch for the first time.

After hanging his coat and helmet on his peg, we put his book bag, lunch box and drink in to the relevant boxes and I settled him down with an activity whilst talking quickly with his key worker about his lunch – I have rules that he has to eat certain things before eating crisps and then a sweet thing like yoghurt raisins or custard etc.  His eating has got a lot better, but we are struggling to expand his variety of different foods.

Anyway, after I had finished talking, I said goodbye and to have a good day and I would see him later. 

I then waddled home – desperate for the loo, as with all the walking the baby bounces on my bladder! Then it was time to get the shopping done whilst I was on my own and sort out a few things, have a sit down and then it was time to collect Albert before I knew it. 

I decided to drive halfway, and park at the park.  I thought that he might be quite tired after a full day, and I was right.  His teachers came out and said that he was great, but got tired in the last half an hour.  Still, I managed to keep him awake until dinner time, then Daddy came home and did bath and bed after a little puzzle and play, whilst I sorted our dinner. 

He must have had a great day as he was asking to go back after we had been at gymnastics on Wednesday. 

Victoria

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Sleeping or not sleeping

I touched on the subject of sleep in my last post from a year ago, I can’t remember exactly what happened back then, but i’ll recap as far as I can.

He did eventually drop his 2 naps a day, and then went to morning naps for about 2-3 hours then we would have the afternoon to play.  I found this lovely and annoying for a few reasons.  Bertie woke up increasingly early between 5 and 6am most days. Back then he couldn’t get past 9am without crashing and wanting to nap.  But that then didn’t leave a lot of things to do in the afternoon as most baby and toddler groups were in the morning.  This has now changed and he has a nap around 11am/12pm depending if we are out.

Looking back I think it was quite a difficult time, I was struggling, and I hate to admit it, but I was.  I couldn’t for the life of me get him to sleep in his bed at nap times, and gone had the time of him falling asleep in my arms with his milk on the sofa – I think it happened rarely.  It was his 1 year review that the Health Visitor advised I change his routine at bedtime to help with his daytime nap as I was strapping him in his pram and rocking him with soft music playing.  As much as I wanted to change his routine I didn’t take her advice of totally changing everything, I think we just tweaked a few things. 

I was talking to a friend one night when she was explaining to me that it takes around 3 days to change a routine and for it to stick.  She explained to me what she did with her own daughter, and thought it was great. However I still didn’t change anything. Until one night when things got really bad, Bertie just wouldn’t settle. We would normally spend up to 45 minutes putting him to bed as we would give him his milk and rock him to sleep whilst playing music and singing to him softly. It was that night I decided the next day we would change the way we do things.

We bath him as usual, he loves bath time, always splashing and playing.  Then we get dried and into pyjamas and then we turn off the lights, leaving the hall light on and the door open enough to read him a bedtime story.  Currently he still sits on one of our laps then once he’s finished his milk we put him to bed and say good night and tell him we love him. 

The first night he cried for 17 minutes, I remember this because it was heartbreaking sitting on the stairs outside his room listening, it wasn’t a hurtful cry, but a frustrated cry otherwise of course one of us would have gone to see him.  The next night it was less and the 3rd night was barely non-existent.  Now, 8 months down the road, he mostly is a dream at bedtimes and nap times, of course we have bad days/nights – what parent doesn’t?

Twice now he has point blank refused a nap in the day, this worries me as I know he isn’t quite ready to drop the nap yet, and neither am I!

Catching Up

It’s been a little over a year since I have last written anything.  Bertie has grown in to a very independent 20 month old. He’s grown so much it’s hard to believe how tiny he was and how big he is now.

I have wanted to sit and write about our adventures and goings on, but every morning when I would say ‘today is the day when I will sit down with the laptop’ I always managed to find that something got in my way, usually housework, baking, or quite frankly taking a nap myself.  I dread the day when Bertie stops his lunchtime nap!

I have also been struggling on how to express what has been going on with us over the last year, how to get every thing out with out rambling on.  So I decided to read back on what I have posted to see how much has really changed.  Some things have changed a lot and some not so much, more on that later.

I have decided to also write about cakes and baking as it has become a big part of my life the last few months. 

Transitions – Baby to Toddler

As you may have noticed I haven’t blogged in a good few months, this is due to a few things, and mainly it’s because I simply have had no “free” time. Once Bertie has gone to sleep I am usually cooking dinner, then spending the rest of the evening with my husband, Rich before I fall asleep, then it all starts again at 6:30am.

When Bertie was born he was very fond of the sleep, he slept 90% of the day and through the night only waking around 3am for a feed, and then swiftly went back to sleep. Give or take the odd sleepless night. This routine lasted till he was roughly 4 months, then he dropped his night feed. I thought this was amazing, I got quite a bit of sleep, and I was managing to do the things I enjoyed whilst he slept in the day. Slowly he began being awake more (in the day), this was great, we played and had loads of fun, and he had roughly 3 couple of hour naps as well as sleeping through the night.

Now, as he is coming up to 8 months old, I have noticed that the last few weeks Bertie has started to only sleep for roughly 30-60 minutes in the morning and afternoon. This is becoming increasingly annoying, as he’s grumpy and whingy, but just won’t go back to sleep. I’ve even resorted to doing his bedtime routine (minus the bath etc) and that didn’t even work. I am at a loss to daytime naps. I know it’s hard sometimes as we do go out a lot and sometimes that can affect his sleep patterns in the day. I probably shouldn’t moan as he is very good at bedtime and through the night.

When he reached 5 months, Bertie decided this was time that he started doing things on his own. He sat up all by himself, I remember exactly when he did this, we were by the river in Henley at the Regatta, we were with some of my NCT friends and their babies and were sitting on a blanket, I was holding Bertie up, as we were talking I decided to let go and see if could do it, and low and behold he did! I was so amazed, I whipped out my camera and took a few pictures.

I have found that since around the age of 4 and half/5 months that Bertie has started transitioning into a wonderful little boy. He seems so advanced for a baby with no older siblings. He got up on to all fours and started rocking at 5 and half months and crawled at 6 and half months and within a week, he was pulling himself up on the sofa, T.V unit and anything else he can grab. He walks really well whilst holding to someones hands. Started clapping a few weeks ago. He is much more confident now and crawls everywhere so fast, I think he has started or at least trying to “coast” along the sofa. I even put up the first stair gate the other day at the top of the stairs.

It seems he likes a lot of things that are “out of bounds” such as wires, mainly the phone charger, but he is happy with any wire he can find. Laptops, phones, remote controls, the virgin box/surround sound box, paper, the list is endless. I do hope this is just a phase and he will grow out of it soon.

I can’t believe how much he has grown and I am so proud of him and the wonderful little boy he is becoming.

Things I said I would never do

Before I got pregnant – and whilst I was pregnant – I had my own views on parenting and what I would and wouldn’t do. I thought I would give a little insight into a few areas in which I have gone back on my word.

I always said I would breastfeed for at least 6 months.  That changed after a week. The first latch on was great and he fed well for about 5-10 minutes.  However we discovered he has a minor tongue tie and within his first week I really struggled to carry on with breastfeeding.  I went to an NCT breastfeeding clinic, got advice from friends and still nothing helped.  I was in agony every time he fed and I would tense up and cry.  Bertie’s latch was fine, it was his suck.  It was unbelievably strong (and still very much is!). After lots of crying (during and after feeding him) I had to make the decision to stop.  It was heartbreaking for me that I couldn’t feed my son and took me a good few weeks to stop feeling guilty.  I did however pump for a week, but after a few pumps a day this began to hurt too, so I reduced the amount I pumped and after a few days my supply just dried up. I then had to exclusively formula feed.  As I mentioned above, this took me a while to “forgive” myself as I felt so guilty.  I would think people are staring at me thinking, “why is she bottle feeding him and not breastfeeding? That’s so wrong.” 

Then I thought, “people would probably stare if I was breastfeeding in public and think I should do it in privacy.”  So, whichever route you go down, do it with pride and don’t worry about what people are thinking. 

I also always said I would never give a dummy.  I have always hated them, and I never had one when I was little.  However, even after a feed when I knew he wasn’t hungry he would suck his fist and he tried to suck his thumb.  I didn’t want him sucking his thumb as you can’t take a thumb away, so, I gave him a dummy.  Luckily I had one as it came in the Tommee Tippee starter kit, and he loved it. He likes spitting it out though, so I have to hold it in his mouth. Luckily this didn’t last long, and now keeps it in most of the time, but he does like to hold on to my hand like a security blanket, it’s so cute and makes my heart melt.  I just hope his need for a dummy doesn’t last long and he doesn’t get attached to it, that is what I’m dreading most.  Fingers crossed.

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Lastly, I was always a bit sceptical about co-sleeping with babies, and I always thought I wouldn’t do it. But yet again this is something I have done, actually been doing since the day we bought him home.  Bertie loves his cuddles and has always been cuddled to sleep.  In the early days/weeks, I would sometimes wake up and wonder how he was asleep on me. I must have got up still asleep when he was whinging.  However, I do need to try and stop cuddling him to sleep as I think this could become a problem.  

So, really, no one can say exactly how they will approach things and react to certain situations as a parent. You just have to make your way through it in a way that suits you and your baby. No two babies are the same, and no two mothers are the same. Do what is right for you and your baby.