4th trimester

Take my hand, take my whole life too.

June 03, 2018


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
x

22 weeks

Nursery tour: Henry's little nest.

July 26, 2017





So I was expecting to nest at the end of the pregnancy, not so soon. It started with stocking up on grapefruit zoflora, then obsessing over my new comforter and smelling every piece of clothing that came out of my washing machine. It was ridiculous, then this overwhelming feeling to clean everything and make everything smell beautiful. It resulted in a massive trip to IKEA. Which then resulted in putting up nursery furniture.

I know some people wait, we're still not past the 'safe' point in pregnancy. But are you really ever? Some people have commented on how early it is. But it's quite clear we're far from traditional as a couple and as parents. We strive to do things the way we want to. So we decided to do the nursery. We still have little bits we want to add to our boys little room but this is it for the time being.Life is far too short not to soak up the moment.

It's not like we actually had to decorate as in our rented home we're not allowed to paint so we decided on wall stickers and making the room bright with beautiful decor.



























We decided on a theme of foxes, nature and bright colours. The typical painting the room 'blue for a boy and pink for a girl' just wasn't us. A mixture of monochrome, with pops of colour was more fitting. Especially when most of his clothes were rainbow themed, how could we not?!





We wanted a room full of imagination, a room where those bedtime stories come alive. A room that he can be creative as he grows, where he can learn and express who he is. I'd always dreamed about the 'perfect nursery' and quite honestly what we had created was completely different to what I had in mind. But so perfect and I wouldn't of done it any other way. It was just us all over.






The nursery is full to the brim with perfect trinkets, keepsakes and clothing, a lot bought from amazing family and friends at our baby shower. Everything in the room ready for our tiny little humans big appearance. 







It's hard to imagine that come November/December, I'll be changing this perfect, wriggling little human being in this very nursery. I'll be showing him all the perfect trinkets, cuddly toys that people had bought him. It's such an overwhelming yet incredible feeling. 












Now all that's missing is our teeny tiny boy.
Keep cooking fella and come when you're ready,
we're all set and ready for you.
(so is Nigel the coolest giraffe on earth).



16 weeks scan

Oh boy, oh boy.

July 09, 2017




















So the old wives tales didn't quite meet their expectations and we found out on the 17th June that we're having a little baby boy. So although the odds were in the favor of a little girl the male genes were too strong and have blessed us with this tiny little guy! Who quite honestly looks like he's laid up on a tropical beach and not floating about in my womb.

Weirdly enough before I was pregnant I said I wouldn't get these scans, the thought of seeing a baby that's inside you so clear and moving about freaked me out a little. But when I found out I was pregnant me and James just couldn't wait to see our tiny little human again. We've being organised all the way through so finding out the gender gave us the chance to prepare more! 


At first I was a little taken back by this astonishing technology but also by the fact my baby kind of looked like a ball of fire or a very crisp lasagna. Then he focused and we saw this tiny little human just chilling out with their arms tucked behind his head, his legs kicking about in flicking motions. His eyes tightly shut. 'boy or girl?' asked Paul our sonographer. Well it was quite clear that this little life was a boy. Everyone in the room chuckled has the sonographer pointed claiming that it was 'very noticeable'. The gender never mattered to me, but this life I was growing inside of me had been given more of an identity. I have never felt so overwhelmed and so in love with someone that's not even made it into the world yet. I was utterly in love with our little boy. We could call him by his name and not call him 'it' or 'baby' or 'bean'.  We was that one step closer to having this journey feel more like reality and less like some crazy dream. It was an indescribable feeling.

If you are in two minds about a gender scan I would highly recommend. It was such an intimate experience we got to share with family, being able to have family watch the scan happening and baby wriggling on screen.

I couldn't wait to race home and tell my parents using some cupcakes I'd purchased from Cupcake corner  in Leeds. Go check her page out, her cupcakes are gorgeous and she will also be doing my baby shower cupcakes! My parents were absolutely over the moon.





We announced to our friends using green smoke bombs that we had ordered as we didn't want the traditional blue and pink smoke bombs although they ended up looking blue! We are over the moon with how the photographs turned out!! 






Photographs taken by Rachel O'Leary
Ultrasound scan done at Babybond ultrasound at Mothercare, Crown point, Leeds.



WE CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU 
HENRY CHARLES SMITH






Take my hand, take my whole life too.

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...

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