These last 4 weeks have gone by so fast and already I can see so many changes in our little man. It only seems like yesterday that he was looking up at me with that dazed expression and big swollen eyes. I’ve really started to see his personality come out. It’s funny how he’s already learning how to get my attention with his different noises, he knows I will always pick him up.
I think that he is more aware of his surroundings everyday and opens his eyes wide when he sees something new or exciting. It just makes my heart melt watching him. I didn’t know I could love someone so much.
He’s also starting mimicking my facial movements. I’ve recently been poking my tongue out and he’s started to do it back. I believe that the more I smile at him the faster he will pick it up and he will be a smiley little baby. It’s not hard to smile at him all day. People used to say to me that babies are time wasters and it’s very true, I can lose hours in the day looking at him and talking to him.
When everyone told us to cherish the moments we have with Monkey as they go so fast, I thought they were exaggerating. But the cliché is true time does fly once your little one arrives. I still can’t believe Monkey is 1 month old already. Every moment I’m with him I just can’t stop staring at him trying to take in every little feature, before it changes.
Boy do they change. Already Monkey is too big for his tiny baby clothes, he’s no longer yellow, he is experimenting with new sounds which make my heart melt. Best of all he’s trying to smile and he’s so so close. His little personality is starting to show, he loves music but will let you know which song, he loves a shower, he’s so alert and loves looking at an orange baby contrast book he has. I can’t wait to see what the next month holds.
Rusks and Rebels is a great site if like us you’re sick of just seeing bland baby clothes on offer.
Rusk and Rebels offer children’s clothes that cater for 0-24 months (Rusk) and 2-12 years (Rebels).
We were really impressed with the usability of the website. Instantly the graphics allow it to stand out from the crowd.
We’ve recently been looking to buy some more funky outfits for our little monkey, so we headed to the Rusks section. With so much to choose from we lost several minutes just deciding which cute outfits we would look at.
Each outfit is displayed well so that you can tell exactly what you’ll be getting, they are also accompanied by an easy to read description of the item.
If you want something a little more personal, they even offer a customisation service. You can pick from a selection of items and add your child’s name or initials. We think these would make great gifts for young family members.
Some of the items could prove to be pricey if buying each and every item for your child’s wardrobe.
But if like us you’d fancy just buying one or two every now and then they would certainly make your little one stand out on the playground.
*we didn’t receive anything for this review, we just love Rusk and Rebels.
We all know that breastfeeding is most certainly the best way to feed your baby and the life long benefits of breastfeeding greatly outweigh those of formula feeding, however what you aren’t told is how hard it is! It just seems we are told over and over that Breast is best.
I knew from the moment K and I started talking about having children that I wanted to breastfeed but I didn’t really give it a lot of thought, even throughout my pregnancy.
We did attend a breastfeeding workshop towards the end of my pregnancy, however when we arrived we were told it had been cancelled as the midwife couldn’t make it and by the time the next workshop came along Monkey was on his way. So I really had no clue what to expect.
My first night with Monkey was really hard. I didn’t have a clue how to feed him. I was producing colostrum so knew I could do it but I didn’t realise I had to teach myself and Monkey how to latch on. Naively I thought babies had a natural latch.
I called on the midwives all night long to help me but I was given different techniques and found it very confusing. I was also getting the hang of how to hold a baby and thought I might hurt him. So by the next morning I had to resort to hand expressing into a syringe and fed him that way, this meant that he wasn’t getting enough and almost lost 10% of his body weight.
It wasn’t until the 2nd night that the most amazing midwife came in who showed me exactly how I should feed him and physically grabbed my nipples and put them into Monkeys mouth when he opened wide enough. Every 2 hours she came back and by the end of the night we had our first successful feed that lasted half an hour. I was so happy but it took almost 2 weeks before I settled into feeding.
My breasts have gone through the wars over the last 4 weeks. My nipples have split and cracked numerous times, luckily I have my Lanolin Cream which is a godsend! I also panicked that something was wrong when my breasts started to go hard and I came over all flushed and felt really hot and sweaty. However as soon as Monkey emptied my breasts I felt better instantly. I remember K and I getting really worried and we called the midwife unit for advice. Turned out that this was my milk coming in, but we didn’t have a clue before it was explained to us. It’s always best to seek advice.
During Monkey’s light therapy we also discovered that I wasn’t producing enough milk to allow him to put on enough weight as he was only putting on 5g over 2/3 days. So we made the decision with the midwives that we would top Monkey up with formula after a breast feed if he needed it, which we found was the right decision.
Breastfeeding is hard and at first I thought I was failing my son because I didn’t know how to feed him and broke down on many occasions. I know now that most new mothers go through the same as I did. I’m very glad that I persisted as it has helped us to bond and I love having him close, but that’s not the case for everyone.
Its a mothers decision how she feeds her child and that decision is the right one. My advice is to go with your gut instinct. Nobody knows your child better than you do.
If you want to read part one of the birth story – The other View, you can here.
Once C was relatively pain free, she managed to get a few hours sleep. I took this opportunity to go and get some food. I wasn’t feeling too hungry, but I knew C was going to need me in the next few hours so I thought it best to get some energy.
Midwives came and went as shifts changed and lunch breaks were taken. Each midwife came with different questions, “how had we found our donor?”, “how did we decided which of us was going to carry?”. It was nice that most were interested in our relationship and there was only one or two who were a bit wary. *The Who’s the mum? question wasn’t an issue until Monkey arrived*
After many internal examinations, trust me these never get easy to witness, they decided C was 9cm possibly 10cm but they were unsure.
It had seemed like weeks had passed since the induction began and I was just ready for the final stage to begin. C was really tired and I was concerned as I know that’s when problems with delivery occur.
Just as the midwives gathered at the foot of C’s bed for a change over briefing, she declared she needed to push. None of the midwives reacted. They just keep on talking about stats and dilations.
“She needs to push…”
They turned and looked at C and noticed she was definitely ready to push, but they weren’t sure she was fully dilated. After another lengthy examination they decided to let her push.
Straight away a rush of adrenaline hit me. This was it, I wasn’t far away from meeting our baby.
C started pushing at each contraction and with each contraction she grew more tired. We asked how long they would let her push before they intervened. They told us an
Hour and a half. Suddenly I was watching the clock.
This hour and a half came and went. After more examinations they said words you don’t want to hear.
“The head has a swelling on it and we need to assist, we will send for a Dr”
My heart started beating fast, swelling? Assist? I had to remain calm for C as it was important she remained calm. But inside I had butterflies the size of bricks.
C started to tire, the epidural was only on one side of her body and it was obvious she was in a lot of pain.
Whilst we waited for the Dr, she continued pushing. I had managed to station myself at the foot of the bed with C’s leg braced against me. With each push I coached C using encouraging words I’d heard midwives use on One Born Every minute.
Eventually the Dr arrived, after yet another examination, he opted for a ventouse delivery. A ventouse is where they attach a small suction cap to the baby’s head and pull.
I was allowed to stay at the foot of the bed and hold C’s leg whilst the Dr worked his magic.
Suddenly something appeared, it was unlike anything I’d ever seen. I was really worried something was terribly wrong. Time slowed down. Monkey was a bit stuck so the Dr had to reposition the suction cup. Eventually he declared the head was out.
It took me a minute before I could tell it was a head. My baby’s head was out. But still it didn’t look right. A student midwife took over and started to express that the shoulder was stuck. Stuck?! I held my breath. One short sharp yank and woooosh a whole lot of blood flooded out followed by the rest of Monkey.
Quick as a flash Monkey was on C’s tummy. We had already discussed I was the one to discover the sex, but they were all rushing over with towels and things and I had to tell them to let me in to see. A boy, we had a boy. I looked at C with tears in my eyes. We’d made a boy.
When I turned back he’d gone. Whisked away to the resuss table. He wasn’t breathing. I turned to C, “I’m going to be with him, I love you”
Over I rushed, stroking him and calling his name. Seconds passed until he made the sweetest sound. His colour changed from deep purple to a pinkish purple.
Back we went to C and suddenly we were a family. We had our little boy after weeks of wondering and dreaming and fretting. We had an amazing beautiful boy.