Moving

At the weekend, Husband and I moved my desk from one room to another (so we can reclaim the guest room for guests) and it has made it far easier for me to sit down and blog, for some reason. It’s not that the location of the desk has made it simpler or more appealing to blog; it must just be the “newness”. Maybe I should move the desk into a different place every few months and then I might be a more consistent blogger!

Silent Sunday – Lucky puppy

Photo © English Mamma

 

Silent Sunday

Number crunching

At the start of 2011, the lovely peeps at WordPress sent me an email with some interesting stats about my blogging year in 2010. I love info like this, so I thought I’d share it with you.

 

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The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 3,100 times in 2010. That’s about 7 full 747s.

 

In 2010, there were 98 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 115 posts. There were 89 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 49mb. That’s about 2 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was August 8th with 160 views. The most popular post that day was Pram-tastic.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were britishmummybloggers.ning.com, stumbleupon.com, facebook.com, stickyfingers1.blogspot.com, and en.wordpress.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for emmaljunga city cross, maternity clothes stockholm, english mamma, swedish maternity clothes, and prams.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

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Pram-tastic February 2010
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A little R&R January 2010
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About November 2009
5 comments

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Struggling with yoga March 2010
7 comments

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The wonder weeks June 2010
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What’s your style?

Last week, some of my mamma friends were at our place for the day. I’d invited all those I knew with little ones of a similar-ish age. In fact, they ranged from one year and a week old and to just seven weeks old (teeny – awh!). The conversation turned to the different books espousing varied parenting techniques. Between us, we seemed to cover the range from Dr Sears to Gina Ford, with one friend admitting that she had read not one of these books but just gathered tips from those of us who had read them.

I started thinking about exactly what our parenting style was. While I was still pregnant, I bought a number of different baby books and read the majority of them. I had heard good things about Gina Ford’s Contented Baby book (if your baby was one that fitted into her strict schedule) and even better things about Tracy Hogg’s Baby Whisperer. At that point, I liked the style of Contented Baby more – it seemed to suit how my life was at that point more (structured thanks to many years with a time-critical job). I even went as far as creating Excel spreadsheets with her timetables for the different age groups. Conversely, I found the Baby Whisperer a little more airy-fairy and was put off by aspects such as asking the baby for permission before changing his nappy.

Photo © English Mamma

When we returned home from the hospital with this tiny little creature, however, I just could not see how the Contented Baby style of parenting would fit in our new lifestyle as a family. One of my main stumbling blocks was that it left no time to go out and this just wasn’t going to work for me. I am a very social person and need interaction with others. I get cabin fever easily when I am alone for more than three hours at a time long periods of time (I’m also an only child, which explains a lot). In fact, I was out with Baby O for the first time on my own before the BVC nurse even came to visit for the first time. The other areas I found challenging were the darkness (with a blackout blind) in the room and the total silence, mostly because I wanted to be able to go out and about and I wanted him to be able to sleep while we were out. Some might not agree with this approach, but I knew that I would be climbing the walls if I had to stay in each day with just Baby O for company. And an unhappy mamma does not a happy baby make…

While in the UK over the summer, I bought Penelope Leach’s Essential First Year, but the book terrified me by saying that leaving a baby crying could lead to a loss of brain cells, but did not specify exactly what she meant by “leaving a baby crying”. Looking back, I am sure she meant crying to sleep for hours but at the time, I convinced myself that she meant longer than 20 seconds and so I would run in and scoop up Baby O at the slightest sound. She is also a hardcore breastfeeding fan and, as I was struggling with breastfeeding at that time and her advice seemed to amount to “anyone can breastfeed, don’t be a quitter, just persist”, I found it hard to see past that.

Once Baby O was a couple of months old, I returned to the Baby Whisperer and found that if I overlooked the permission to change a nappy aspects, then her three-hour EASY schedule of eat, activity, sleep and you time suited both Baby O and I down to the ground. We rolled with the EASY schedule for the next three or four months and everything was dandy.

However, once we added food into the equation, it started to get a little more tricky. He was on three naps a day (around 8.30am, around midday and then mid-afternoon) and these turned into power struggles between us. The first nap of the day went smoothly, the midday nap became problematic and the afternoon one was an all-out battle. I had been offered a copy of Happiest Baby on the Block but had also been told that it was unlikely to make a difference to Baby O’s sleep now as the book was aimed at mothers of newborns.

We carried on like this for about a month before I suddenly had an epiphany: maybe a Contented Baby schedule could help us. And low and behold, after a couple of days it began to work like a dream. So now Baby O is down to two naps a day and is so much happier (thank you, Ms Ford!). We still don’t follow the book to the letter (sorry, Ms Ford!) as we still don’t use a blackout blind or have complete silence and I am more flexible with how long Baby O sleeps for his first nap (I don’t limit it to 45 mins if we are going out in the middle of day and he will have to sleep while away from home); however, we’ve found a method that works for us: part Baby Whisperer, part Contented Baby, part English Mamma.

I think it is a shame that this has become such an issue (on one forum where someone was selling one of these book, another mamma offered to buy it from her so she could burn it!) because the books do offer good advice; I think you just need to find the parts that suit you and tweak them a little as you go along and your baby grows. But I know a number of people who have been put off reading one or other of the books because of others’ opinions of them. The problem is the vast number of books available out there (Ferber, Dr SearsWeissbluth, No Cry Sleep Solution, Baby Wise, the Baby Whisperer, Penelope Leach and Contented Baby to name just a handful), and who has the time to read all these with a newborn?

* I have included links to these books for reference. I really don’t care who reads which books. If you find a book that works for you, then well done you, whichever book it may be.

Overwhelming

Photo © English Mamma

When Baby O was born and we made eye contact for the first time as he lay on my chest, I felt such an overwhelming feeling of love for him. It was so intense that I could not imagine feeling anything stronger.

Fast forward about four months and I fell in love with my son even more as he mastered new skills and his personality began to shine through. It just seemed incredible to us that we had created this little person, a little person with so much determination and character.

And now, here we are as Baby O turns eight months old and I am further amazed by how much my love for him can grow.

I cannot believe that this time last year, I was pregnant and we were awaiting the arrival of our baby, and now, here he is with us and he is all that he could have wished and hoped for and so much more.

Happy eight months, my little boy.

Are you stressed out?

Photo by bottled_void (on Flickr)

So, I am feeling excited about the PostAWeek challenge and feel that it should be manageable. A minimum of one post a week cannot be too hard, right?

The Daily Post blog at WordPress (set up to encourage people in the challenge) has just suggested a new topic to write about: “Are you stressed out?”

I don’t think I am stressed. I know that I allow my stress, frustration, irritation or whatever you could call it to build up quite easily. But usually I just blow off a little steam and then everything is okay again. I think it’s part of being a fickle mercurial Gemini. On the whole, I would say that I am not really “stressed” but that I certainly allow myself to become wound up.

A case in point: yesterday, Baby O and I walked into the city to meet Husband for lunch. We decided to get Chinese food. As we walked past the window of the restaurant (which is pretty large), we could see a couple of women sitting at a table for two with a pram next to them. When we walked in there was a sign saying that prams had to be left at the entrance, but we figured it would be okay – the place was not busy and there was already one pram in there. We walked up to the counter with the pram. The waitress told us that we had to pay beforehand as it was a buffet lunch. We paid and then started to walk into the restaurant , but she stopped us and said that prams had to be left at the door. I pointed out that there was a pram in the restaurant already. She again said we had to leave the pram at the entrance. Husband pointed out that she should have told us before we paid (as she could see we had a pram) and then left it at that. I let myself get increasingly irritated about it, muttering under my breath for the next ten minutes. Then, we got our food, I was distracted by eating and it didn’t matter any more.

So, no, not stressed. Just a case of letting the small niggly things irritate me too much.

The top result when I googled How to reduce stress* took me to this page. Some good ideas there but nothing that is really going to help me calm down and not wind myself up so much. Others suggest yoga, but I think I have proven on previous occasions that yoga is not really for me (or for Baby O, for that matter). More googling and I found this list of 25 ways to reduce stress (I like that she also points out that stress is not always negative, something I wholeheartedly agree with). In her list, the idea of a mantra struck me. I’d like to think that I am part of the way there with the muttering under my breath. Now I just need to tweak the words slightly and I could be getting somewhere!

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* I didn’t really think that googling How to reduce niggly irritation would offer so many hits…

PostAWeek 2011

In an effort to be a good blogger and post more often than I do (ie more than twice in three months – ahem…), I have signed up for WordPress’s PostAWeek challenge.

For those weeks when I don’t feel particularly inspired, I can check out suggestions from the WordPress team and hopefully I can brainstorm these and post something that interests you.

Here’s to a 2011 when I get blogging mojo back!

2010 review

To celebrate the new year, I thought I’d take a quick look back at 2010, month by month.

January: I got itchy feet. Just knowing that I only had a couple of months left in which I could travel but not really enough time to do so, made me want to get the hell out of Sweden and go abroad. I also discovered the joy of the Mother-to-be treatment at Centralbadet (bliss!) and the perils of eating spicy Thai curry when five months pregnant.

February: We ordered our pram. I started to walk like John Wayne. My midwife became convinced that my job was going to cause me stress – little did she know that the stressful moments are what make my job. And I discovered just how hard it was to understand the in and outs of the parental benefit system here in Sweden.

March: I found out that yoga, Baby O and I did not a good combination make. I tried everything to combat the dreaded stretch marks. I lost sight of my feet. The T Family went skiing, and I slunk around the resort feeling sorry for myself at not being able to join in. I listed ten things that people do not tell you before you become pregnant. I discarded Rennies in favour of Gaviscon in an attempt to stop the heartburn and acid reflux.

April: I read as many books as I could find to prepare myself for every eventuality. Baby O allegedly reached the size of a watermelon. I started packing my hospital bag (little knowing that it would not be used). I stopped working. My inner control freak came to the fore. I had a pregnancy photo session at home.

May: I celebrated the purchase of a new camera lens by setting up a photo blog. I decided that the imminent arrival of Baby O would not give me enough to do, so I signed up for the Day Zero Project. I tried different tactics to encourage Baby O into the world, including city walking and hill walking. And then, on 11 May, Baby O was born!

June: I struggled with breastfeeding. I heard about the Wonder Weeks. We travelled to England and I found blogging increasingly difficult to fit into the day.

July: I struggled further with breastfeeding and started Baby O on formula once a day. I fell in love with the Baby Björn carrier. And my blogging became even less frequent.

August: Baby O was subjected to his three-month injections. We encountered another Wonder Week. And I tried to win new friends at my Swedish mothers’ group.

September: I was such a bad blogger that I did not even log one post during the month of September…

October: We booked our flights to Thailand.

November: Baby O mastered “commando rolling”. And I promised to try harder to blog…

December: Hmmm, well, that was one promise out of the window, as in December I again failed to blog. However, I do have a batch of excuses to hand: O started “commando creeping”, then got sick, then started teething, then got sick again, then made me sick, then we went to England and he made my mum and grandmother sick, then a first tooth popped through and then we came home!

So, 2010 was a momentous year – the year that we went from being a couple to a little family. It is certainly a year that we will never forget, with ups and downs and ups again and full of happiness.

Happy 2011!