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  • No Impact Man: Saving the Planet One Family at a Time: Saving the World, One Family at a Time

    No Impact Man: Saving the Planet One Family at a Time: Saving the World, One Family at a Time by Colin Beavan

  • The Best of Dr. Seuss: The Cat in the Hat, The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, Dr. Seuss’s ABC: Includes

    The Best of Dr. Seuss: The Cat in the Hat, The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, Dr. Seuss’s ABC: Includes by Dr. Seuss

  • The Magic Finger (Young Puffin Books)

    The Magic Finger (Young Puffin Books) by Roald Dahl

  • Green Eggs and Ham (Dr Seuss)

    Green Eggs and Ham (Dr Seuss) by Dr. Seuss

  • Winnie’s Amazing Pumpkin (Winnie the Witch)

    Winnie’s Amazing Pumpkin (Winnie the Witch) by Valerie Thomas

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Fresh from the Changing Mat

Do you fart your bum at us, sir?
I do fart my bum, sir.
Do you fart your bum at us, sir?
Is the law of our side, if I say ay?
No.
No, sir, I do not fart my bum at you, sir, but I fart my bum, sir.

Silent Sunday

Post slush puppy

Where Are The Christmas Photos?

“Time to get up!”
Weary eyes open. I hear groans from the far side of the bed and the stirrings of Fraser in the cot beside me. The clock says it’s past nine so I can’t complain too much.
“Merry Christmas Duncan.”
“Merry Christmas Mum” accompanied by one of those bounding cuddles that only a four year old can give. I gather up some bits & pieces and take the boys downstairs.

I sit in the armchair with the camera only an arms reach away. But after a few hours sleep there’s too much milk for Fraser and so feeding becomes a two-handed affair.

Duncan can wait no more. Shiny wrapping paper flies everywhere as he discovers gift after gift with squeals of delight. A big rectangular present catches his eye.

“Is this for me?”
“No that one’s for Daddy so just leave it for when he comes down.”
“I’m going to open it for him.”
There was little point trying to stop him as it would be unwrapped by the time I could get Fraser unlatched.

Little feet run to the bottom of the stairs.
“Daddy, you got a socket set.”

The Meeting

IMG_0964.JPG I sit down on the bed. The mattress in so thin my arse goes numb almost immediately and my back twinges in protest. After what seems like an eternity of noise and cacophony I finally hear the one voice I’ve listened for. The curtains twitch as he whirls past but then he stops. His approach change, now slow and calm. He leans over the side of the bed and plants the most gentle of kisses on the head.

“This is Fraser and he is my brother.”

Once Upon A Time, Fraser Was Born

Fraser is 10 weeks old today and it’s been a whirlwind. So many stories to tell as and when I can write them down. Expect to see some long and some short, not necessarily in order but all important. So there’s only one logical place to start…..

IMG_0943.JPG I had picked my sister up from the train station that afternoon, done some shopping and we pootled home. 10pm my waters broke. An hour later Rob drove me to St James’ and while I ignored the midwives trying to find his heartbeat (mainly because her jabbing at my belly with the monitor was the most painful part of the whole experience) and subsequently panic when they finally realised he was crowning. I had tightenings and slight backache but never at the same time so I suspect they were convinced he was back to back and take a while to arrive, which he wasn’t, and to be honest it was not the most painful experience of my life (sorry, but true). 1.31am he was born. I got my VBAC! His birth left me on a high for weeks.

I must admit the hospital stay wasn’t fantastic. For starters I’ve had better school dinners than the food they served and you are made to feel that you can’t take your baby off the ward to go buy some decent nosh. He passed all the various examinations they do with flying colours but wasn’t latching. The paed who carried out his newborn check mentioned he had a slight tongue tie but that it wouldn’t affect him at all **cue alarm bells starteing to ring, quietly**. Eventually they let me express and syringe feed him. Later on they tried to cup feed him for me but he was having none of it.

On day two I noticed his tongue was growing in a heart shape and I had two choices. I could scream and shout to release the rage building within me at that momen or I could cry. I went with amateur dramatics and within 20 minutes I had a cup of tea from the staff room (no tea available apart from mealtime argh!!), a breastfeeding support worker to help get him latched (and good on her she did) and a referral to ENT at Leeds General Infirmary to have him assessed the following Tuesday. Again the paed told me the tie would not affect him. At all. In any way. **cough cough BULLSHIT cough**

We came home and Rob stayed up the whole night syringe feeding him every hour or two while I got to catch up on some sleep. He got the Daddy of the decade award for that one.

Can anyone ever manage to sleep in a hospital? Certainly not on post-natal that’s for sure. I had spent most of the night pacing up and down the corridor rather than lie on the most uncomfortable bed in the work that left me with backache for days.

Once at home Fraser managed to latch but bloody hell it was painful. Now I must say that breastfeeding support in Leeds seems to have dramatically improved since Duncan was born. On the Saturday I received a call from the support team and had the wonderful Suzanne Tobin visit later that afternoon. A few pointers here and there and a huge confidence boost but there was still pain. I started to refer to Tuesday as Magic Day. It was my light at the end of the tunnel and couldn’t come quick enough.

Magic Day arrived and we made our way into Leeds for Fraser’s ENT appointment. Rob and Duncan disappeared off into town on their adventures. No point having them waiting about bored. The consultant confirmed the tongue tie and asked if I would like it to be divided.. Obviously I said yes. She called a nurse in to help keep his head still, I held him close and SNIP! He gave a little yelp and went back to sleep. Back into the Moby he went and we crossed City Square to the museum to meet Rob and Duncan.

Magic Day +1 – our first pain free feed.

Tongue tie wouldn’t be a problem my arse.

 

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