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Johnson’s Baby Ambassador Academy – A Brand we Trust

Johnson’s Baby Ambassador Academy – A Brand we Trust

 

You may have noticed from my Instagram feed, that this year I’m part of the Johnson’s Baby Ambassador Academy team. It’s been an incredible journey so far. Not only have I met so many fantastic bloggers who are on board, I’ve also had the opportunity to indulge my inner geek and get to grips with the science behind the brand!

Johnson’s products have been our go-to baby essentials ever since our first daughter was born.  They were recommended to us by so many people, including my own mother and grandmother, who have used their products on the rest of my family for years. The classics collection, including the baby shampoo from Johnson’s, is my favourite range; it’s so easily recognisable, they’re comforting to use and they smell amazing!

I believe it’s so important to be able to trust the brands, whose products we bring into our homes. As parents, we want to know that our children are being cared for to the best of our ability and that includes what we’re using on their skin. That’s why I’m so excited to be working with Johnson’s Baby this year. They have been there for our family from day one and it’s an honour to get to share the ins and outs of the brand with you all!

 

 

Meeting the Johnson’s Baby Team

 

Our first Ambassador Academy meeting was held in London earlier this year. It was such an exciting day, not only because I got to meet all of the other bloggers in the team, but also because it was the start of an incredible learning journey for me. Johnson’s had bought in the creme de la creme of the science world, the level of knowledge they have in their field is astonishing and I was so ready to listen to everything they had to say.

Unfortunately, there are many common misconceptions where Johnson’s Baby products are concerned. Somewhere along the way, a lot of misconstrued information surfaced and in consequence many facts were blurred and passed from person to person incorrectly. We hear so much scaremongering on the news, in the papers and across social media. It’s often a case of Chinese whispers and all of a sudden, the original story has been blown epically out of proportion.

At our first meeting though, we were given the cold hard facts. Scientific knowledge that can’t be argued with and insight that served to cement my trust in the Johnson’s brand further. Take the issue of parabens for example; they’re an ingredient that so many people are terrified of and one that they actively try to avoid. David Mays of J & J was the main speaker at our meeting and a scientist, he swiftly put to bed these ill-founded ideas about parabens by pointing out that ‘you eat more parabens everyday, than you could ever absorb through your skin’.

Isn’t it ironic that consumers have been avoiding using parabens by discontinuing their use of Johnson’s products, but they have actually been taking in more on a daily basis by just living life. These days Johnson’s Baby products don’t contain parabens. This isn’t because they are harmful, in fact they’re quite the opposite. It’s because consumers have been led to believe they are so dangerous. The lack of parabens in Johnson’s products is purely to address the concerns of the consumer. It seems they’re looking after us in more ways than one.

The most important thing that I took away from my time with the Johnson’s Baby team, is that they spend a great deal of time, money and effort making sure that our children are looked after. They care about the consumer and they want to make sure they’re doing the best they possibly can for our families.

 

 

There’s More to Come!

 

Even though I’ve learnt so much in my short time working with Johnson’s Baby, I also feel like we’ve only just scratched the surface. With more meetings to come, you can be sure that I’ll be back to pass on a few more pearls of wisdom – straight from the horse’s mouth as it were!

 

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Red Elephant Baby Boxes – Review

Red Elephant Baby Boxes – Review

When I had our first daughter, the weeks afterwards were a total blur of sleepless nights and dirty nappies. There’s so much to think about, but all you want to do is catch up on lost kip! As well as being some of the toughest, the first months of our baby’s lives are some of the best we’ll ever have. They can be made even better though! This week I was asked to try out a baby subscription box from Red Elephant and I found that they’re the perfect subscription box for new mums and babies!

Red Elephant is a company that provides unique subscription baby boxes. They’re delivered monthly and are for babies from 0 – 12 months of age. Red Elephant aim to fill their boxes with items that meet the educational, fashionable and developmental needs of our littles, depending on their age and gender. What I love about this particular company is that they often include something for mums. It’s a great way to make them feel loved too, when all eyes are on the new addition!

 

 

There are different subscription boxes available, depending on the needs of the new family in question. Prices range from £25/month for a standard box containing 4-6 items, to £34/month for a premium box containing 7-9 items. The boxes have a retail value of over £70! You choose the box and length of subscription and Red Elephant even offer other super cute baby items, that you can add to your box or order separately.

 

Red Elephant, We Love You!

Having never had any kind of subscription box before, I wasn’t sure what our first would be like. When our order from Red Elephant arrived I loved what I saw immediately. You can tell by the packaging that the products inside are going to be of great quality, Attention to detail is so important and this company get top marks for their efforts. On opening the box I was surprised at how many products we’d received. Our favourite was the character dressing gown, it’s a task to get my littlest baby to take it off. The little shoes were incredibly cute too, so cute that they almost made me think having another baby was a good idea!

 

 

Whether you order a Red Elephant subscription box for yourself, or as a gift for someone else you will not be disappointed. As the worst gift buyer in the world, they’ll be at the top of my list when I need gifts for my mum friends. Red Elephant really do cover all bases with their boxes, if only I could get that dressing gown in my size!

 

The guys over at Red Elephant would like to offer my readers the chance to win a premium subscription box. All you have to do is enter using the form below…good luck!

 

Win A Red Elephant Baby Subscription Box

 

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#MumisBest Guest Post – Jessie from The Spilt Milk

#MumisBest Guest Post – Jessie from The Spilt Milk

 Welcome to another instalment of my new guest series #MumisBest!  #MumisBest is all about the ever-growing SAHM/working mum debate.  I really want this series to highlight that there’s no right or wrong way, but whatever works for you and you family.  If you’d like to take part do get in touch, I’d love to hear from you!  For now I will leave you in the hands of Jessie from The Spilt Milk!

Working is therapy you get paid for!

Today I am not embracing the chaos. I cannot embrace the frustration of my newly clean jeans covered in smooshed pear because the baby won’t sit still.  

I am not able to take the needed deep breath to stay calm with my toddler punching me in the back because I won’t let him eat his stolen sweets from the kitchen cupboard. 

Today I just want to be somewhere else and not be called mummy for a few precious moments. 

I have been a stay at home mum since I graduated uni when Noah was 18 months old. Now he is 3 and a half and Oswin is almost a year old. I have moments of feeling like the luckiest person to have no 3rd world worries and that I can enjoy my little ones being little without needing to leave them. 

In the last couple of months I have had more moments of feeling like: 

“Oh my God I just want to sleep for longer than an hour without a mini boobaholic attaching herself like a joey” and equally:  “will I ever leave the house alone again except for doing the food shopping?”

This week I did get the chance to leave the house and even stay out by myself! To do some temp work inputting questionnaire data on a computer. A few years ago I would have cried at the idea of brain numbing computer work but now, good lord it was like therapy. 

I got the chance to talk to grown ups, well 21 year olds, no-one was in competition about how much their toddler could do or what age the baby starting walking. I didn’t even hear one person say how much they love Sainsbury’s 25% sale for kids clothes! 

It was official I was out of my comfort zone and I loved it. I made one awkward comment of “it’s so nice to have my boobs to myself for the day”. I got at least 3 strange looks before I explained that I breastfeed… Then they looked at me like I was old. Boo

I worked for 6 hours, honestly the longest I have sat still since before both babies came along. It was heaven. I missed them like hell after a couple of hours but it was a good distance for us I think. 

Yesterday I took them both to the sea side and I felt more grateful for the time I have with them. We played on the beach and I cuddled them more than I think I do on a general day. 

I don’t think I could be away from them every day but I am looking forward to working again next week. It’s good to feel needed for a really dull reason rather than to literally keep another human alive. Sometimes it’s nice to just blend in and not be so important! 

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#MumisBest Guest Post – Pam’s Bake and Baby Blog

#MumisBest Guest Post – Pam’s Bake and Baby Blog

Welcome to another instalment of my new guest series #MumisBest!  #MumisBest is all about the ever-growing SAHM/working mum debate.  I really want this series to highlight that there’s no right or wrong way, but whatever works for you and you family.  If you’d like to take part do get in touch, I’d love to hear from you!  For now I will leave you in the hands of Pam’s Bake and Baby Blog!

Be yourself, Be happy.
When I got married at 24 I didn’t want a family, but as I approached my late 20’s I felt a pull to be a mother. Now at 32 I have a 3 year old son and a 1 year old daughter. For a while I couldn’t quite believe that this was my life. In fact shortly after having my second child I freely admit I had a ‘what the hell have I done’ moment!

I went back to work after 9 months maternity leave both times. I work in the rail industry and the option for flexi time or part time hours wasn’t an option, so I went back full time – 48 hours a week. I work 12 hour shifts days and nights and although it sounds horrendous it actually means that I get a lot of time off and more time with the kids than if I worked a mon-fri job. It means that we need less childcare as I work weekend and evening so husband is able to cover a lot of it.

Before I had children I would complain about the shifts, about how tired I was working such long hours. Now I don’t have days off. I have two children and a house to look after but much less time to deal with everything. I won’t lie it can be a struggle. And after my first child I took a while to get into a routine. There were tears, arguments and struggles. But now me and hubby are on the same page. He is super supportive of my choices and pulls his weight at home (most of the time!). I can’t stress how important this has been and understand this is not the same for everyone.

I shock a lot of people when I tell them that I enjoy working. When I was at home on maternity leave I felt like a huge part of myself was missing. I struggled to find a happy place and (this still makes me cringe to say but) I felt unfulfilled. Being a stay at home mum wasn’t for me. There I’ve said it. It is the hardest job I can imagine. There is no salary, no bonus for meeting targets and no appraisals to let you know how to improve.

I recently wrote a piece about ‘mummy guilt’ and what everyone thinks about everyone else. Working mums tend to look at stay at home mums with envy. They falsely believe that the mums at home are in their pjs until lunchtime, watching telly then doing incredible crafty, fun mum stuff with the kids every day. They are jealous that the stay at home mums get to attend school events and can seemingly do what they like. Stay at home mums look at working mums and are insanely jealous of their freedom. Freedom to have  a break, go for a pee in peace and get an actual lunch break. They would kill to be wearing something other than mum gear and to have something else on their minds.  Then you have the part time working mums. They have a bit of both sets of guilt. Guilty that they feel they aren’t able to give their all at work in the hours available. Guilty they aren’t doing enough at home. Guilt is a bitch!

We are also bad at hating on each other. In the last year I have heard stay at home mums say they can’t believe that a mother would want to work full time – why bother having kids? Is a statement I hear a lot. Working mums are similarly as bad at dishing out the insults, branding stay at home mums lazy. Why can’t we respect each other more!

Last year I had a breakthrough after I admitted that I enjoyed working. Instead of apologising for doing what was best for me, I am embracing it! Being a working mum makes me happy. But I have also came to the conclusion that we will never ‘have it all’. Whatever you choose then chances are you will have to sacrifice something. And that can be ok as long as you accept this.

To the working mums out there, feeling torn in two I salute you. To the stay at home mammas rocking motherhood, I salute you. To the mothers not having many good days with the littlies, they will get older and leave home someday so I salute you. To the mums waddling though with their eyes half shut I salute you!
There’s no need to be superwoman – that role is old! Be yourself, be happy.

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Pam Lorimer
32
Wife of 8 years-been with hubby for 15 years since i was 17,my first love!
Mother of a 3 year old boy and 1 year old girl.
I work in the rail industry and have done for 11 years now. Previous jobs include a chemical technician in a cheese factory, a mental health support worker and a waitress.
I started blogging last year as a way of getting some writing out there. I have written on and off since I was a teen but never seem to have enough time lately (never dedicate any time to it!) So the blog has been the perfect platform to express myself and I have met so many supportive men and women through it.

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#MumisBest Guest Post – Kerry from Don’t Drop the Baby

#MumisBest Guest Post – Kerry from Don’t Drop the Baby

Welcome to another instalment of my new guest series #MumisBest!  #MumisBest is all about the ever-growing SAHM/working mum debate.  I really want this series to highlight that there’s no right or wrong way, but whatever works for you and you family.  If you’d like to take part do get in touch, I’d love to hear from you!  For now I will leave you in the hands of Kerry from Don’t Drop the Baby!

We all know how much your life turns upside down when you have a baby. Not only do we have to come to terms with all the physical, emotional and mental changes that occur, but before we know it our tiny newborns are nearing that first birthday milestone. We then have to get our heads around the fact that we have to return to a full time job, use our actual brain, and, in most cases, hand our little ones over to a complete stranger to take our place while we go and earn some money. All completely guilt ridden and sleep deprived. No wonder so many women choose not to go back to work, or try to negotiate part-time hours.

I took a full year of maternity leave (the last three months were unpaid), and as the time grew nearer to returning, my anxiety levels were going through the roof. I just didn’t want to go back, plain and simple. The thought of leaving Molly with unknown staff at the nursery caused me so much stress I felt ill. My family and friends all live back home in Wales, so we had absolutely no childcare whatsoever. At that point we hadn’t even left Molly with anyone, so she was only used to me and her dad. I felt sick.

I had a meeting with my manager and she agreed that I could go back part-time, but I would have to downgrade my role as assistant manager to a senior support worker (I worked in a residential home for people with learning disabilities). I wasn’t bothered at all, as it meant that I only had to work two days a week. It just didn’t interest me at the time… as far as I was concerned my role was a mother. We worked it out and, as I was only working 16 hours per week, and after the nursery fees were paid, I was taking home about £50 a month!

But after a lengthy discussion with my partner John, we decided that it wasn’t about the money, it would be good for me to ‘have a little break’ from Molly, and that she would benefit from nursery. I reluctantly agreed. I should have trusted my gut instinct though.

The night before I started back I didn’t sleep a wink, not a single minute. I laid in bed with my heart thumping, thinking about every single dreadful scenario my anxious brain could conjure up. I was shaking as I handed my baby over to the nursery staff, and then cried my eyes out all the way to work.

That was probably one of the worst days of my life. I cannot describe the panic and worry that gripped me all day. I must have called the nursery about 10 times (Molly was fine), and I just counted down the minutes until I could get the hell out of there and go and pick her up.

I lasted about 8 months. 8 months of absolute hell. Molly was constantly unwell. Every single week she would contract another illness from nursery. Most days I went into work with no sleep after being up all night with her, and then had to leave my crying baby with strangers when she just wanted her mummy.

John and I never saw each other. He works a rolling 3 weeks of shifts (nights, mornings and afternoons), and I had to work shifts too. They begrudgingly agreed for me to work a permanent day shift on a Thursday (which most people moaned about), but then I had to work an afternoon shift on either a Saturday or Sunday. John would obviously look after Molly, but I lost count of the amount of times he had to call me at work to say that she had another temperature. Being as I had the car I had to rush home to take her to the walk in centre as inevitably she would always be ill on a weekend.

A few Thursdays I had to call in to say I couldn’t make it into work as Molly was ill – we had a few hospital visits during that time for croup/an allergic reaction plus 15 ear infections. If I had a day off it meant I didn’t get paid, but the nursery still took their fees even though Molly wasn’t there. We may as well have been flushing money down the toilet!

The final straw came when it was nearing to Christmas and I was expected to work on Christmas Day. The thought of not seeing Molly opening her presents while I went to a job that I had grown to hate just pushed me over the edge. The pittance I earned (it was even less when you factored in money for petrol/lunch) just wasn’t worth it. I handed my notice in and left in November 2015. I cannot tell you the relief I felt, it was like I’d been holding my breath for months and I could finally breathe again.

Luckily we were in a position where I didn’t have to work. We could just about cover everything with John’s wage, but it did mean that he had to work overtime most weekends. Although it was hard at times being on my own, I absolutely loved being a SAHM mum. I relished the fact that we didn’t have to be anywhere at a certain time, we could get up in the morning with no stress and decide where we wanted to go, and if Molly was ill and had a bad night it didn’t matter.

After a while though I started to get bored. I missed working and having adult conversations, I missed having my own money in my bank account without having to ask John, and I missed using my brain! However, with the extortionate nursery fees and not qualifying for any help from the government we were pretty much stuck. So I started to think of things I could do around Molly. I looked at what I had – a car, a laptop and now an extensive knowledge of small children. There was only one thing for it – to start my own soft play hire business!

Tipple Tails launched in May 2016 and it’s been steadily growing ever since. I’ve had to turn a few jobs down as I’ve been fully booked. I did everything myself in the evenings when Molly was in bed – wrote a business plan and secured a small loan, researched all the other similar businesses in the area, purchased all the stock, designed my own flyers/business cards, sourced a graphic designer to design my logo and then I designed my own website.  I created the Facebook page and then marketed/promoted/advertised it to the hilt! I knew absolutely nothing about running a business (I failed Business Studies CGSE), and I am really just learning as I’m going along.

I absolutely love it though. Molly gets to come to work with me on the days when John is on overtime which she thoroughly enjoys. She helps me set up/pack away, and most of the time gets spoiled with sweets by my customers! I’ve had 5* reviews on my Facebook page and all of my customers have told me how much fun the kids have had.

The only downside is that it’s not bringing in a full time wage, and there have been some weeks where I haven’t worked at all. That’s the disadvantage of being self-employed I guess. So I have also just taken on another job as the online area manager for Families. Again I just do this in my spare time at home, and it basically involves researching everything that’s going on in the local area for parents/kids, uploading them onto my website and writing articles. I make money by selling advertising space to businesses ( a bit like monetising a blog I suppose). I’ve just started so am still finding my feet, but am really enjoying it so far.

Again, everything comes down to time. What with my business, my new job, my blog, and looking after Molly full time while keeping the house going, there isn’t much time for anything else! I can’t tell you the last time I actually sat and watched a tv show or had a proper conversation with John (we’re both too tired to speak anyway!), but luckily Molly will be going to nursery soon as she qualifies for her free 15 hours of childcare – I have big plans for those 2 days!

My main goal is to continue to be able to work from home as there isn’t another job that offers that kind of flexibility. I will strive to make a success of my business and with Families, and if I can eventually monetise my blog, then happy days! I know all this hard work will pay off in the end.

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Sleeplessness, Dancing and Buckets of Rain

Sleeplessness, Dancing and Buckets of Rain

Today has been a miserable day.  Hubs headed back to work after a few days off, leaving me to solo-parent two under two.  The rain has been torrential and the littlest of my brood refused to nap, not even a wink!

Now usually I rock parenting two so young. I’m no expert and far from perfect, but over the past two years I’ve had a lot of practice.  I’ve become adept at entertaining two children at once and I’m the master of diverting attention, to derail a tantrum hurtling towards me at full speed.  Please don’t get me wrong here, I’m not saying my children don’t throw tantrums, just that I’m a quick learner and I’m all for saving myself.

Today though I found my patience wearing a little thinner than usual.  My lack of a nap time breather due to said child who doesn’t need sleep, meant I found myself mentally running for the hills.  We’ve all been there, those days when bed time feels like it won’t ever arrive.  Instead of running for the hills though, I scrabbled to get them in the car before the rain soaked us all to the skin, to get the older of our girls to dancing.

My daughter loves her dance classes, mostly because parents have to get involved.  So she’s able to laugh at my two left feet, moving incredibly un-rhythmically across the village hall. My by this point overtired and irritable second child, sat in the wings cheering us both on with her wails of displeasure at being confined to the pushchair to watch.

It’s become apparent that having two toddlers in the house means bickering is a given.  Even at their young ages they have found ways to wind each other up, they can go from best friends, to mortal enemies and back again in record time.  So our subsequent supermarket dash, saw the littlest repeatedly trying to kick her sister in the head from the trolley baby seat.  Wonderful.

However, despite the sleeplessness, dancing and buckets of rain I can’t help but feel content with our little life.  Hubs and I have created two perfect little devils, for every argument there are twice as many laughs and more love than you can measure.  As they say, the days are long but the years are short.  Things won’t be like this forever and when they change I know that there’ll be so much that I’ll miss.

If I take anything from today, it’s that being on the ball 24/7 just isn’t possible.  Raising little humans can be incredibly trying and all we can do is our best in any given situation.  I’m not going to advise that cherishing every moment is the way forward, that would definitely make you superhuman.  What I will say is that if you look hard enough, there’s often a little good in most situations and focussing on that might just get you through.

 

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Reflections as my Littlest Turns One

Reflections as my Littlest Turns One

I’m struggling to believe that a whole year has passed since the littlest of my girls was born.  This time last year I was waddling around waiting, not so patiently to be induced.  Excited to meet our second born and even more excited not to be pregnant, after carrying my first and second for what was very nearly eighteen months straight.

My labour progressed very quickly after being induced and in the early hours of the morning, in a birthing pool the littlest arrived after just one push – this is to date one of my proudest parenting moments!  I remember my midwives being really relaxed with me as an ‘experienced’ second mum.  I’d only had ten and a half months practice though, so this definitely didn’t feel like the case.

 

 

Fast forward a year and here I am, a mother of two and armed with enough experience to write a book.  Hubs and I feel like it’s been one of the hardest and one of the most amazing years of our lives.  We’ve battled with endless sleepless nights, first steps and first words. Twice over!  Hubs had a career change and I went back to work, both were difficult decisions but ones that were right for our family.

Going on our first holiday as a family of four was real highlight.  It was the first child friendly holiday we’ve ever been on and we loved it.  Maybe it was the hot tub on the veranda that swung it for us?!  Truthfully, we found that holidaying with littles was absolutely knackering but enjoying our time together was bliss!

 

 

Christmas was such a happy time too, we had a fun-filled day together and couldn’t see the carpet for presents.  Our living room still looks like a toy shop, there are so many I just can’t contain them anymore!

Now we are heading into the Summer with two toddlers.  I don’t get to sit down for more than five seconds at a time and I can’t remember the last time I drank my tea hot.  It’s set to be an amazing year full of milestones and the making of memories!

 

 

So, Happy Birthday Littlest!  Thankyou for being the amazing, funny and lovable little girl that you are.  You’ve made our family complete!

 

 

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A Controlled Crying Diary

A Controlled Crying Diary

I have a six month old baby who throughout day eats like a horse.

I have a six month old baby who despite said eating habits, consistently wakes at 12am, 3am and 6am insisting that she be fed.

I have a Husband who works crazy shift patterns and is absolutely cream crackered.

Then there is me. I have two under two, I have no more than four hours broken sleep – on a good day.

Something had to give. Controlled crying – welcome to our lives.

Before I go on, I know that controlled crying is not for everyone.  It is a very personal choice.   Some will like it, some won’t.  This method was thoroughly researched and discussed before it was implemented.  This is not an advisory post, it is a diary post.

Night 1:

Little E ate so much all day.  She took her full amount of milk and has weaned successfully onto four meals a day.  She napped well, but not too much.  Bedtime arrived and we had everything crossed.

She became unsettled at 10pm, 12am, 2am and 3am.  Finally at 5am she settled down and slept until 7:30am.  Each time she was unsettled we followed the standard controlled crying guidelines, but returned to her within significantly less time.

The morning after I was one tired mummy.  I hoped the next night would be better.

Night 2:

I have the daytime routine with Little E down to a tee – throughout the day I am super mum (ha, yeah right!).  When bedtime arrived I felt sick to my stomach.  I was absolutely exhausted but I wouldn’t give up.  It’s not fair on Little E, I wouln’t stop the process half way through just because it would be easier for me at that point.

I am not exaggerating when I say that 5am arrived before I got any sleep.  The toddler was up at 7:30, and our day began.  By this point I was ready to throw in the towel, sleep was all I could think about.

Night 3:

I held out no hope.  I didn’t feel like we had made any progress, if anything it felt worse than before.  I crawled into bed at 10pm not expecting to get any sleep.  Then the crying started and I looked at the time, 2am!  The longest stretch we’d had in a very long time.  Little E settled back down around 5am and slept until 8am.  I could not believe it!  Maybe it was a fluke?

Night 4:

Hubs is on shift, so I have no moral support.  Fully expecting the night from hell I went to bed early, those first couple of hours can be precious.  I heard crying but from the toddler this time.  Sheepishly I looked at the clock.  The toddler only cries at breakfast time – she is an amazing sleeper and rarely wakes in the night.  6:30am!  Ladies and Gentlemen we have a sleeper!

Afterwards:

My baby continues to sleep more than she ever has.  She gets far less broken sleep and is herself much better for it.

I am getting good stretches of sleep – something I never thought I would get again.

Hubs is going to work on a full nights sleep – something that has become alien to him.

This week has been an incredibly turbulent week.  For the most part I didn’t think I would get through it without caving in.  I have learnt a lot.  Mainly that controlled crying, with our own twist, is not the devil it’s often made out to be.

After one of the hardest parenting weeks we have had over the last eighteen months, as a family we are moving forward.  That feels AMAZING!

 

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Mummy Friends – United We Stand

Mummy Friends – United We Stand

This week Little E has had the most unsettled week she has had since she was born.  We have had a week of all day grumpiness, tears and bedtime screaming!  Babies cry though right?  I would normally agree, but in comparison to my first-born Little E has been a dream.  I love you Baby J but you were such a screamer!

So when Monday came and Little E’s temperament had changed almost over night, we were worried, very worried!  As Hubs has been working long shifts this week, the majority of the childcare has been left in my capable hands!  Unsettledness during the day, teamed with two hours worth of bedtime screaming has been tiring to say the least.  With no husband on hand to whinge to, who do we call?  Mummy friends!

There was a time before children when Mummy friends did not exist in my life.  When your out on the town until the early hours.   Drinking too much and calling for the kebab you know your going to regret eating in the morning, the last thing your thinking about is children.  Fast forward two years to a time when you just aren’t cool enough to be out on the town, or just too damn knackered, you realise that Mummy friends are where it’s at.  Then you start to wonder what you ever did without them!

This week I have been spurred on by the mutual understanding of parental shittiness, by a fellow Mummy who feels my pain.  Being able to pick up the phone at 3am, knowing you’re going to get a reply almost straight away because they are up too is extremely cathartic!  We have laughed, smiled, whined and moaned, reminisced and then moaned some more!

Now that we are approaching the end of the week Little E seems to be getting back to her usual quiet and contented self.  Her cries have been replaced by smiles and she’s back to sleeping at night!  Hooray!

With this in mind, for this weeks Thankful Thursday…I want to give a HUGE shout out to all the Mummy friends out there.  Especially my own, who have gotten me through another one of those damn phases!  So thankyou guys, for listening to the moans and cheering me on.  I am so thankful to be on this crazy parenting ride with you, you’re the best!

 

What are you thankful for this week?

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