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Three In The Bed

10/20/2014

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The time Leo was born meant that the earliest we could have left the hospital was 3am. I was desperate to get home but eventually realised that my adrenaline was sure to give up and euphoric as he was, Euan's already had.

I didn't want him driving home cross-eyed so I agreed to stay on the postnatal ward. I did feel a little lost without Euan, when both our boys were brand new, I've felt that Euan is way more of a natural talent than I am. Also, I remembered Sam's first meconium nappy and had really hoped daddy would have been on hand to deal with Baby Carmichael's.

That night on my own with him was frankly weird. He was so perfectly like his brother that I kept calling him Sam. He also produced meconium just like his brother. Unlike his brother, he wasn't stoned on diamorphine so he nursed a whole lot more. The midwife took pity on me and brought a sidecar crib so it was easier to lift and resettle him.

When he was finally ready for a longer sleep, it was helpful having him in arm's reach because I was too hopped up on euphoria to settle myself but I found when I rested a hand on his tummy I got in sync with his breathing and drifted off. I wonder now if I was having a flash of mothering sixth sense as we found out the next day that he had a heart murmur.

When we got him home late on the Sunday evening (he was born on the Friday night - so much for getting out within six hours), I was simultaneously delighted and horrified that his condition meant he could be treated as an outpatient. I was delighted to get him home but terrified in case the doctors were wrong. The first couple of nights with him in the moses basket played havoc with my posture because I kept waking up dangled over the edge of the bed with an arm over Leo's tummy.

Then when we went to build up our sidecar crib, we found it had a crack in the side panel. Fortunately our fantastic local baby shop, Little Peas, were able to exchange it straight away for an alternative.

We couldn't be happier with the Snüzpod from The Little Green Sheep. It's a three in one mesh bassinet so it can be a stand alone crib, a co-sleeper crib with the base tethered to our bed and the side panel zipped down, or the bassinet can be used anywhere in the house when lifted off the base. We haven't actually used the first or third one yet as I'm finding it so much more restful to have Leo in our room but the third one will be handy for daytime naps soon as he's rapidly getting too long for the carrycot on the pram!

Leo is a much more settled baby when it comes to going to sleep than Sam was. Sam didn't do significant overnight stretches until he was seven months old (although he sleeps like a teenager now) and I'm convinced that Leo's ability to drift off on his own is largely due to the fact that this time we read up on safe co-sleeping practices. There have been many nights where he has needed to feed often but I've been able to feed him lying down and then slide him back into his crib when I eventually wake up and realise he's finished eating.

I'm still as tired as I was when Sam was tiny but not any more tired despite the toddler wrangling through the day. This is an enormous help in easing my postnatal depression/anxiety symptoms so I'm a happier mummy all round. There is lots of co-sleep advice available, the books I read were The No Cry Sleep Solution by Elizabeth Pantley and Gentle Birth, Gentle Mothering by Sarah Buckley.

Now all I need to do is start going to bed earlier so that I can be as much of a morning person as my sons are at 6.45am!
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seriously, this kid sleeps so much I often wonder if he's planning to make up for it by staying awake all the time he's a 2 year old!
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Watch Badgers

10/12/2014

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This blog post is about something that happened nearly 6 weeks ago...it's the most up to date I've felt in ages! We're in a fairly standard routine of feed Leo, feed Sam, change Leo, change Sam (sometimes he pretends to be interested in potty training to raise my hopes but then he forgets where pee pees go), play with Leo, play with Sam, chuck everyone in the car or into the pram/buggy board or baby wrap and slowly toddle so we can actually say we went somewhere that day. And then Euan gets home and I'm tired and he's tired and there's a load of washing in the machine and dry stuff needing folded and stuff in the tumble dryer (the guilt is enormous but not as big as the relief at not having washing hung up all over the house when it rains) and the dishes need done and the meals need planned and the dust bunnies need rounded up and oh jeez, I left the rabbit out in the dark again and I want to shower but Leo wants to eat and it's all going to start again in 6 hours even if I go to bed right now.

So, we stopped. We rammed everything in the car, had a brief argument about needing a bigger car and a long argument about everything else (I say argument but really it's just me letting off steam and Euan being reasonable) and when the argument was over we had arrived at my haven, Press Mains Farm and were settling into the kind of country cottage I hope we'll live in for real one day!
We've been to Press Mains twice before and it was such a relief to reset and remember why we're a family. We don't always get caught up in the mundane, I'm not always worrying about what everyone must think when they see the domestic chaos we preside over, Euan isn't always working manic hours, I'm not always writing thank you notes when I should be sleeping.

Sometimes we're a family who love watching birds, tramping around a farm to admire the puddles and tractors and chat to the cows. We're raising a boy who tells farm animals to put their hoods up when it rains and yells at rabbits, "get back here cheeky boy" and proclaims his dinner was "not bad at all" with all the gravity of an old man. We're a family with a baby who smiles almost all the time he's awake and feeds so well that I'm fairly sure he squished the hole in his heart closed with the weight of his gorgeous cheeks.

We use washable everythings to reduce our carbon footprint, our toddler can sort recycling, we try our best to be kind to everyone and we talk about the big bad world in a way that will make our boys think of difficulties as challenges rather than problems. And when I take a step back and realise all this instead of giving myself a hard time, I look all glowy and at peace...
So really, I should do that more often. And write this more often rather than just thinking it. And hopefully, wake up in a room like the one below, where you can watch Badgers on the cctv, because well, it's good for the soul.
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wood burning stove, obvs!
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The road to tranquillity...
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    Hi, I'm Heather and this is the WGM blog. Some posts are copies of my Dunfermline Press articles and some are my random musings!

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