R2BC – New Year, new start

A shiny new year means a good point from which to start afresh with actually trying to participate in R2BC each week.

My reasons to be cheerful this week:

  • It’s 2013! A new year and a new chance to start again. I suppose it does not need to be a new year to do that, but the end of one year and the start of the next seems to draw a neat line between the two.
  • Little O is growing more and more into a little boy each day. Tantrums and meltdowns are increasing too, but hopefully with each one that happens we are getting better at dealing with them.
  • I have five and a half weeks to make the most of before I head back to work in mid-February.
  • Baby E slept through the night last night! His night sleep has been erratic these past four or five weeks (starting with waking at 5am, then 4am, then 3am and now settling at waking at 1am each morning and then settling back down after about an hour and sleeping through to around 6.30am). After Little O, who has been (and still is) a fantastic sleeper, this has come of something of a shock. But last night he slept through for the third time in the past month – yay! Long may it continue.

So, there you go: a few reasons for me to be cheerful this week.

Reasons to be Cheerful at Mummy from the Heart

New Year’s Eve

New Year's Eve

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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!

New Year’s non-resolutions

Happy New Year!

Well, here I am again, trying to kick-start my blogging. I am not really one for making New Year’s resolutions, so I am not going to promise to blog more; instead, I am just going to try to.

So, what has been going on with us since last time I posted? A whole heap of new developments from Baby O. We’ve gone from “commando rolling” to wriggling on the belly, to creeping and now we’re at “commando creeping” – wriggling along on elbows and belly like that Action Man toy that your brother had. Except that O is now so confident doing it that he can scoot around the whole apartment in that way and pretty damned quickly too. So, yes, we’ve started baby proofing. Not everything, mind, but a great many things have been moved out of reach or one shelf higher. Not that I am sure how long that will last… On New Year’s Eve, he started trying to stand on his own.

Photo © English Mamma

We spent Christmas in the UK, which was great fun for O as he was spoiled rotten by grandparents. And we were able to see how the flight to Thailand could be. As O has not been on a plane since August, when he was only three months old, we were interested to see how his seven month old self would react. He was a star. Our flight was due to take off at 6.20pm, forty minutes before his usual bedtime, but when we checked in we were told that it was delayed until 8pm. Okay, we thought, we’ll just carry on with bedtime at 7pm as usual. So, we fed him his milk, wrapped him up in his sleeping bag and slipped an eye mask on him and he slept from 7.15pm until we arrived in the UK, waking only once for a nappy change mid-flight, even though the plane did not in the end take off until almost 10pm.

This has given us a little more confidence that the flight to Bangkok should not be too much of a nightmare (fingers crossed!). That said, the only thing that is predictable about babies is their unpredictability!

Now that we’re back home, we’re just trying to get O back into a good routine as Christmas threw things off kilter a little. This was mostly because of teething though. Two days after Christmas, O’s first tooth broke through the gum, followed by its neighbour this morning. Huge relief all round as he had started showing the symptoms of teething back in mid-October. In the UK we were able to buy a couple of tubes of Bonjela teething gel and that has been a lifesaver for the nights. O has still been woken by the pain of the teeth cutting through the gum but I am sure that this has been lessened considerably by the gel.

As well as these great developments, O is now only three meals of solids a day (breakfast, lunch and tea) in addition to milk and is proving that he is a little boy with a big appetite, and we are just about to take the big step and move O into pull-up nappies.

Our little baby is growing up so fast!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to you all!

English Mamma