I felt it was time to update.
Now I have a moment to sit down, grab a cup of tea and waffle. So here goes....
Babies are whirlwinds. They come into your life so unexpectedly. Sometimes late, sometimes early. The third trimester whizzed past before my eyes. I didn't have chance to write about my third trimester, I didn't have chance. Everything happened a week earlier than I expected. Our life became a non stop madness of nappies, feeds, cuddles and milestones. It feels like I've been on a holiday for the past 6 months. A holiday of a lifetime.
Henry Charles ventured into the world on the 22nd November at 3:39pm to be precise. All squished up, with his arm behind his head. His little button nose wrinkled, he snuggled onto my stomach. A perfect warm little bundle. My labour and birth was fairly straight forward and weirdly enough, something I'm so glad I experienced. The birth went pretty much to plan minus a little after surgery and giving birth out of the pool but none of that mattered. I had him here, in my arms.
We stayed in hospital a short while and it was difficult. Breastfeeding was meant to come naturally wasn't it? So why couldn't I feed my own baby? I was told I had to do so many feeds before I left. Wanting to go home I did everything I could to get him to latch. So I learnt to lay down and feed him. We went home the next evening. Bringing back Henry home was the most terrifying thing we've ever done. It was real now. We had to look after this tiny human being and keep him alive. I was his main food source. James and I was who he relied on to keep him warm, safe, clean and loved. The first night was absolutely terrifying, we bed shared for the first time. Something I didn't feel comfortable about beforehand but it worked for us. Henry wanted me and that was fine.
Although we took to parenthood straight away, the feeding did not come naturally. I think it's important to be brutally honest about how things worked out for yourself. I think you can sugar coat everything but honesty is best policy and breastfeeding did not work for us.
Breastfeeding was incredible. I loved it. I loved the moment he latched, the way his jaw moved, the little noises he made. I soaked those moments in. I loved the night feeds, getting up during night and just being able to stare down at this tiny human who was 100% reliant on me and loved me. I loved stroking his hair as he fed. James was incredible, getting up with me every time I fed to check my latch, pass me water or a breakfast bar. He'd bring me breakfast, went out to buy endless supply of breastfeeding items. I had amazing support from my friend Alice who was literally my breastfeeding guru and incredible support from the NHS. But somehow, it still wasn't working. Henry began to refuse to feed, he started to become jaundice, drop weight and I began to loose my mind. It wasn't worth it for us and our journey took a different step. Cupping, expressing or syringe feeding were just not for us and that was fine. If I could go back and tell myself anything it would be that I'm amazing. I'm strong and that I was doing an amazing job no matter what route our journey took. He was loved. Those 9 days I will cherish forever.
So the next few months were full of many ups and downs. Days where we laughed, smiled and often cried together. All 3 of us became wrapped up in this incredible bubble. The first smile, the first laugh, the first time sitting unaided, the first time he said 'dada' and 'hiya'. The first time he reached up to be held, the first taste of sweet potato, the first time he became interested in a soft toy, the first time he rolled. All these amazing milestones from this tiny little person. Motherhood has changed me as a person, changed our family dynamics and made us see what is important and what's not. It's made us love harder, become stronger and make most of our time together. It's the hardest thing I've done yet the easiest. All my life I've searched for a missing piece. Something to complete me. It came in the form of a squishy bean named Henry.
Henry is now 6 months.
We've started BLW recently. He loves cheese, watermelon, broccoli, toast, yoghurt and sweet potato. He also loves drinking water from a regular cup, clearly too sophisticated for a sippy cup. He has a bunny called bon bon that he loves for comfort and a highchair toy called Wendy bird who he often snogs the face off. He likes being tickled, things hanging above him or over his head. He likes chewing hands, arms, clothes and sometimes his toes. He wears cloth nappies (pocket) and has a wardrobe full of scandi clothing and little bird. He is cheeky. He is stubborn and he often throws a little tantrum when he has cans of pepsi max moved out of his reach. He sits, he wobbles. He rolls from front to back but too lazy to go back to front. He loves cbeebies. He's very visual. He loves toys that roll, toys that move fast and toys that he can chew. He's very forward, independent and social. On the other hand he's clingy at bedtime, he LOVES cuddles and skin to skin. He is perfect.
So that's where we are right now.
I will try and update my blog where I can as I know I've got a few readers that enjoy my writing and quite frankly I enjoy waffling on. So if you've got this far, thank you!I'll be updating with some BLW tips and ideas, talking about real nappies, our adventures, items that have saved our bacon this first year and so much more.
Thanks for reading!
Charlotte
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