Monday, 14 July 2014

Hey, trollers, leave us blogs alone!

(To the tune of "another brick in the wall"..... Obviously)

Dear readers of online content who leave nasty, personal, hurtful and unnecessary comments on blogs,

Blogging is a lot of different things to different people. It can be a job, a hobby, a creative outlet or a form of socialising. 

For me, it's a hobby. I love my blog. It acts as a diary of the early life of my children. It keeps my mind active in an otherwise toddler-centric world. It makes me laugh, and occasionally makes a few other people laugh. Most of all, it gives me something to do that makes me feel like ME, not like "Mummy". Very occasionally it reaches a wide audience and gives me a small feeling of accomplishment. 

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

10 Things Children's Nurses Wish Parents Knew About Hospital

Being in hospital with your child is a terrifying and horrible time. As children's nurses, we try our best to make the experience as easy as possible for the whole family, but here's a list of things that might help nurses to help you!

1. Throwing nappies away messes up our day!

Please do change your child's nappy while they're in hospital but please don't throw the dirty nappies away!
We might have to keep a fluid balance, which means measuring all fluid going in to and coming out of your child. We weigh nappies to measure urine output and one lost nappy really messes up our numbers (and makes our charts look messy!)
Also nothing pleases us more than looking at and smelling poo. A quick sniff of a dodgy looking nappy can usually tell you if it's "antibiotics causing loose stools" or "quick isolate this infectious patient stat". And without seeing the poo, how could we grade it on the Bristol Stool Chart?! 
(This is an actual chart we use...)


Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Ballet Boy

I just took my little boy to his first ever ballet class. In the heart of yummy mummy territory in West London. I thought there might be at least ONE other boy in the class...


There were 20 girls and my little boy.

Sunday, 29 June 2014

In the Night Garden Live and meeting Iggle Piggle

Today was a very special day. My big boy and I went to In the Night Garden Live in Richmond. Without Daddy or the baby!

In the Night Garden is a big part of our lives. We watch it every night before bed (no matter what time bedtime is: thanks to the magic of iplayer). 

I had heard amazing things about the show and have been bigging it up to the little guy for weeks. We were not disappointed!

I'm afraid words are failing me in my attempt to explain how magical it was. Maybe it was because of the huge novelty of being one on one with my gorgeous boy, that gave me rose tinted glasses. Or maybe it's just bloody brilliant. 

I hope these pictures are better at sharing the joy we felt... 

Saturday, 28 June 2014

My Acceptance Speech

Have you ever achieved something huge? Run a marathon? Or climbed a mountain?

I haven't.

But I often imagine how rewarding and satisfying it must be to work so hard at something for so long. To overcome mental and physical barriers. To push yourself beyond what you thought you were capable of until finally, exhausted, covered in blisters and bruises, you get there. 

What a feeling that must be!

This might sound silly but I sort of feel that sense of pride now. That completely knackered euphoria of a major accomplishment.

Because this month saw the end of an era. I passed a milestone. I achieved something that at times I didn't think I could.

I survived 6 months of being a mother to two children under two.

I bloody did it!

My eldest was 18 months when I had my second baby. He was still a baby himself. His needs were no less acute than the newborn's were. He had to adjust to life sharing me and his Dad with a tiny, screaming, perma-suckling infant. They both needed me. All the time. 

The last 6 months have been hard. Seriously hard.

Sat on the floor at 2am trying to cuddle two crying babies hard.
Crying in a traffic jam while both babies wailed in hunger hard.
Taking the baby to my neighbours in my pyjamas because the toddler was having a meltdown hard.
Nearly giving up and going home empty handed from the weekly shop because the boy was throwing lemons at pensioners and the baby was screaming as though I'd abducted him from his real mother hard.

But, I did it! Now I have a 2 year old and a 6 month old baby. The older one can talk and (mostly) be trusted to walk on a pavement and the younger one can sit up and (mostly) feed himself. Life is getting easier.

Seeing as no one else is going to give me an award I've made myself this. It's an Award for Surviving 6 months of Having 2 Under 2.

Here is my acceptance speech:

"Well thanks, me! I AM a great Mum aren't I?
Obviously, I did most of the leg work here. The pregnancy, the labour, the sleepless nights, and the endless, ENDLESS breastfeeding. Despite point blank refusing to lactate, my husband has done his share too, whilst also starting up a business that, he assures me, will make us millionaires! I've also got an amazing group of friends who I would be totally lost without, and the boys have 4 of the most brilliant Grandparents a child could wish for.

But family and friends aside there are a few people I REALLY couldn't have coped without:

1. Peppa Pig. Thank you Peppa for allowing me to stay in bed 30 minutes longer than otherwise possible.

2. Mr Tumble (and Justin). Thank you for your vital role in signifying the end of the morning and being our cue for a calm and sleepy nap time. "You're funny. And you're my friend".

and most importantly...

3. Iggle Piggle. Without In The Night Garden, it's just not bedtime. My blood pressure palpably lowers when I see your little boat Ig Pig (I can call you that, can't I?). Thank you a thousand times for bedtime."

The real heroes:


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