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Coming up…

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It’s been a little quiet on the blog front recently, for which I can only apologise, but we’ve been so busy! 

Coming up soon…

Look out for an update on “Life With The Lamb”, another instalment of “Today Mummy and I…” And also join me and Connie as we take part in the #30DaysWild challenge all through June! (For more info and to take part, click here

See you soon! β˜ΊοΈπŸ‘πŸΌ

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Back in Business!

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We’re back!

  

I can’t believe how long it’s been since I posted last! 😳 The Lamb has definitely been keeping me busy! But we’re back, and I’m determined to get through the remaining days to complete the 100 Happy Days Challenge with no more breaks! So apologies for the small interlude…

… And a quick update on the general happenings whilst we’ve been offline…

  • The Lamb is cutting her 5th and 6th teeth; we’ve started to notice a pattern when she cuts teeth- she gets more sleepy and drinks less milk.
  • Sing and sign classes have finished and although we enjoyed them, we’ve decided not to do the next term. I’m sure a lot of parents find the classes great and educational, but I kept forgetting to do the signs at home! So there was no chance of The Lamb recognising any signs as I was never doing them! 
  • We’ve signed up to swimming lessons and are due to start in April. We’re also trying out Music, Rhythm and Rhyme and Messy Play this week! 😁
  • I’ve got a new job (kinda) but I’m not back at work yet. I’ll be returning at the end of June to the same company, but will be working 3 days a week in the Customer Services department! 😁 meaning I get a full 4 days a week with my baba! 
  • The Lamb is pulling herself up on furniture and sofa surfing, we’ve mastered waving but not yet clapping!
  • The Lamb is even MORE vocal nowadays; she can say mama, dada, baba, granda (grandad), gamma (grandma), woof, moo, hello and bye bye.
  • I’ve been baking… Loads! (More baby friendly recipes to come! πŸ˜‰)
  • After a brief interlude (there’s been lots of interludes recently!) I’m still progressing well with running and the inches are slowly coming away.
  • The Lamb is on 3 meals a day plus snacks and is down to two naps a day.
  • We had Lambs 9-10 month health check; she’s developing perfectly and excelling particularly in her development of fine motor skills (HV believes this is linked to baby led weaning!) πŸ‘

Stay tuned for the return of 100 Happy Days! 

100 Happy Days- Day 6:

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Improvements!

Today has been quite quiet! Mostly spent playing with and cuddling The Lamb, tidying and cleaning the flat sorting out The Lambs wardrobe, which is now fully stocked with clothes of the next size up! πŸ™‚

I did manage to get to gym again though and improved on my last session which I was pleased with!

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In other pleasing news, my shoulder pain is improving; although I still can’t turn my head in all directions, I can now kiss my husband and my child without gasping in pain! Weirdly, the gym session has made it feel a bit better?!

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Hopefully it will be even better for tomorrow as me and The Lamb head to a Mum & Me class at our local gym… πŸ™‚

Anyway, must dash- Broadchurch calls!

Hello 2015! Goodbye Simple Times!

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So The Lamb gave us a Christmas present on her first Christmas! She started crawling! As pleased as we are I can’t help thinking the easy life is over… Now I will need eyes in my arse, especially as Connie has demonstrated an extreme liking for chewing wires! Joy!

Our first family Christmas was a success by all accounts. Plenty of time spent with family and friends and I didn’t kill anyone with my food which is always a bonus πŸ™‚ it went too quick though, as always, when you’re having fun and now all of a sudden we’re in 2015!

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So it’s that time of year again when we all get positive, make life affirming statements and make promises that we know, deep down, we can’t keep.
So, never one to dip out, I am (of course) jumping on the band wagon!

After reviewing last years list of 10 resolutions, I’m pleased to see I’ve managed to keep to at least 6- more than I’ve ever achieved before. Baring that in mind I’m game for another go!

Here goes…
1. Take a picture everyday for a year- I’ve been doing this religiously for the last 6 months so I’m confident 2015 will be the year this one gets checked!
2. Stop pulling my hair out- might as well stick this on again!
3. Do some fun mother/daughter activities!
4. Cross at least 2 things off my bucket list- this should definitely be doable!
5. “Secret resolution that I might let you all in on soon” πŸ˜‰
6. Lose some God damn weight!

And that’s my lot! And yes, I am fully aware that 1st Jan has long passed but I never actually start any of my resolutions until I’m back at work and the festivities are well and truly past. Obviously, if I wait until I go back to work we’ll be waiting quite a while, however, so I have decided to start when Andy goes back to work, at least then I’m in some sense of a routine.

Continuing in the spirit of positivity I’m also embarking on a 31 day “Beat The Blues” challenge. Created by happiness experts Andy Cope & Andy Whittaker, the idea is to do something positive every day for 31 days. A very close friend of mine actually attended one of their workshops and was very complimentary about it, so I thought why not give it a try?!

If you want to check it out; click here.

I’ve already starting acting on resolution number 3 and have booked me and The Lamb in for Sing and Sign classes and Buggyfit classes. Watch this space for updates on how they go!

So, now we’ve got all the positive bullcrap out the way it’s back to reality with a bang as I step on the scales- Shit me… But we did have 12 cheeses… And they were good so it couldn’t have been helped! Let’s hope between my renewed gym membership and buggyfit classes I’ll be able to shift a few pounds!

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Hope you all had fabulous Christmases and New Years!

Amazing Autumn!

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Amazing Autumn!

As of Monday 22nd September we are officially in Autumn until Sunday 21st December.

I LOVE Autumn!

Its my favourite season by far- but why, you might ask? Darker nights, colder weather, heating bills on the rise- whats to like?

Here’s 35 reasons why we should all celebrate the return of Autumn…

1. Everything gets prettier! Autumn is always a wash with the most beautiful colours! Reds, golds, browns, yellows, greens- its visually such a stunning season.

2. Hot chocolate– Ohhh how I’ve missed you! There’s something wonderfully comforting about curling up with a steaming mug of hot chocolate!

And speaking of curling up…

3. Date nights– nights in with a takeaway and a snuggle under a blanket πŸ˜‰

4. Wooly hats– on adults and children alike, I love a snuggly hat! From berets to beanies, Autumn is the start of hat season πŸ™‚

5. Golden mornings– again, everything gets that bit prettier in Autumn. The sight of the sun streaming through the golden-leaved trees is just simply stunning!

And its not just the sight…

6. The smell– As well as the sight of Autumn there’s nothing quite like the smell of fallen leaves on a crisp misty morning. Earthy, grounded, natural, damp and oddly sweet- wonderful.

7. Halloween– whats not to love? Fancy dress, pumpkin cravings and lots of chocolate!

8. Layers– yes, god, thank you! Finally I can cover my lumps and bumps without sweating my tits off!

9. Conkers– it doesn’t matter how old you get those little buggers just conjure up all sorts of lovely conker-collecting childhood memories!

And conkers aren’t the only thing getting us nostalgic!

10. Fallen leaves– childhood memories of running through the fallen leaves and hearing the crunch under your feet anyone? The roads all gleaming from the rain and sodden multicoloured leaves stuck to the paths ❀

11. Hearty soups– yummers! Low fat and warming on a cold day, I love soups!

12. Autumn fashion colours– Blacks, plums, reds, browns- autumn fashion colours just so happen to be my favourite, as well as having the added bonus of being slimming!

13. The heating goes on– so the bills goes up which sucks, but, is there anything quite like the feeling of coming in from the freezing cold to the comfort of your warm, cozy home and the sensation of your limbs thawing out one by one!

Speaking of keeping warm…

14. Tights– bin the fake tan and cover up those pins, the bare leg look is no more! Patterned, coloured or plain old black- tights rule!

15. The atmosphere gets a little bit… Special πŸ™‚

16. Firework night– pretty fireworks, roaring bonfires, gloves and sparklers- yes please!

17. Fresh, crispy, misty mornings! Theres something about stepping out onto slightly frozen dewy grass whilst being surrounded by a subtle mist that makes you feel so grounded and at one with nature.

18. Sleeping better– who doesn’t sleep better on a cold night when you can snuggle under the duvet rather than sweating on top of it?

19. Darker nights– I’ve always found something so magical about dark nights and twinkly lights!

20. Boots– boots!! Where have you been my loyal loving, foot caressing, comforting comfortable, go-with-practically-everything, wonderful wonderful boots?!

21. The extra hour you get when the clocks go back!

22. TV Programs– Downton, Scott & Bailey, Luther… Autumn brings with it the BEST dramas!

And, of course, to enjoy tele on a cold night its essential to have a…

23. Hot water bottle– snuggle, snuggle, snuggle!! ❀

24. Scarfs– layering, colour blasts, warm snuggly necks. Scarfs! πŸ™‚

25. Flavoured coffees & hot chocolates– cinnamon lattes and hazelnut hot chocolates- perfection!

26. Stews & casseroles– ultimate comfort food!

And in true comfort style, its time to dig out your…

27. Onesie– nuff said! Theres a reason baby’s love ’em!

28. Dark nail varnish– you cant help but feel sophisticated πŸ™‚

29. Open fires– crackling merrily away in the hearth, the rich smell of burning wood whilst sipping on a mulled wine and getting stuck into a good book- heaven…

Which leads me too…

30. Mulled wine. Simply Superb!

31. Finally being able to cuddle your husband in bed without getting a full blown sweat on!

32. Ugg boots– forever in my heart, always in my wardrobe ❀

33. Christmas present shopping– I love it! πŸ™‚

Which brings us too…

34. Wrapping paper– yes im that girl. I spend at least 10 minutes wrapping each gift and every gift has matching paper, ribbon, bow and tag.

And finally…

35. The impending knowledge that CHRISTMAS is just round the corner πŸ˜€

(And from a personal point of view)

Autumn is the season I found out I was pregnant with this little beaut πŸ™‚

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Autumn- I’m SO glad to see you again πŸ™‚

The Royal Baby…

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The Royal Baby…

The 22nd July 2013 is a date that will always stick in my memory.
It was the date the world, or the majority of it at least, was waiting for; the birth of The Royal Baby.

I still remember hearing the news report- “Her Royal Highness The Duchess of Cambridge has been admitted into the Lindo Wing of St Mary’s; she is reportedly in the early stages of labour”

The press were already camped outside St Mary’s Hospital, all cramming to get that all important shot; the footage of the royals emerging from the hospital for the first time holding their precious bundle of joy. The Future King or Queen of England- as we’d heard recently the accession rules were to be changed to make females equal to males. This was a marker in history. This could be the first female born that would succeed the throne regardless or not whether her younger sibling was male.

Speculation was rife…

Who will Kate’s birth partners be?

Will William be there they whole way through?

Is her mother, Carole Middleton on route? Or Pippa? They’re a very close family.

The doctor said to deliver the baby is to be Marcus Stechell- no less than the Queens former gynaecologist.

Will she have an epidural? Or try eu naturale?

Around 6pm, the buzzing grew louder- unconfirmed reports that The Duchess has been delivered safe of a child.

We didn’t have much longer to wait until officials confirmed the birth- another marker in history- traditionally the birth is confirmed by an easel placed outside the palace, this time palace officials issued a statement before hand. The easel was still revealed, however, in front of Buckingham Palace to keep with tradition…

“Her Royal Highness, The Duchess of Cambridge, was safely delivered of a son at 4.24pm today. Her Royal Highness and her child are both doing well.”

Gun salutes in London, Bermuda, New Zealand and Canada signalled the birth, while across the 15 Commonwealth realms, landmarks were illuminated, mostly in blue, to signal the birth. The bells of Westminster Abbey and various other churches rang in celebration.

We saw news flashes every time someone visited the hospital; we saw Carole Middleton, the proud grandma of The Future King. Prince Charles, Prince Harry, Pippa Middleton. All but the 3 most important people in the world, at that time; Prince William, Kate Middleton & Baby George.

The speculation continued…

When the child is brought out; how will they show the world?

Would William hold the baby? Surely Kate would?

Would he be already strapped in his car seat?

It’s not like the last time a royal was born, now a days, by law, baby’s have to go in a car seat when travelling in a car unlike when William was born Diana held him in her arms as they drove away…

And the speculation went on.

Finally, the next day, Kate emerged holding George; William proudly at their side. Kate looked fabulous in a blue dress (naturally) with her hair perfectly coiffed and makeup subtly applied (if only we all had world class hairdressers and make up artists on hand to assist after we’ve given birth!) One thing to note though, the new mum did little to conceal the remains of her beautiful baby bump- we’re used to seeing the rich and famous appear with no signs of ever even being pregnant after giving birth- it was refreshing to see such a high profile person not attempting to look unnaturally and amazingly back to a size 8, hours after giving birth.

George was reported to weigh 8 pounds 6 ounces- a nice healthy weight for a future monarch- and William confirmed he would be taking the full 2 weeks paternity leave, he was entitled too, from his job as an RAF Search and Rescue Pilot.

They showed the worlds press little George wrapped up in a blanket (that promptly sold out- signalling the start of The-George-Effect) then disappeared and reappeared with William holding George in a car seat. William efficiently buckled the car seat in the car and the happy little family drove off to start the rest of their life together.

Why do I remember all of this is in such detail? Because the 23rd June 2013, the day after Prince George was born, marked one week since I had given birth to my first baby and one week since my baby had died.

I remember it all in such clarity because I was sat at home with nothing more to do than stare at the four walls of my lounge. I was numb. Overwhelmed with crushing grief; I felt my life was over. That I couldn’t continue.

Weirdly, I had some kind of fascination watching the birth of Prince George play out. Like I was trying to prove to myself and everyone else that I was ok with looking at other babies, that I wouldn’t just break down upon seeing a baby, that I was strong and happy for the royal couple.

You see I was STILL supposed to be pregnant with my boy- he wasn’t due yet. He would have been born the same year as The Future King of England. I probably would have gone out, like the other hordes of new mothers, and dressed him in replica outfits of Prince George’s.

I suppose I would have to class myself as a royalist, but in my opinion anyone who dares to call themselves a patriot just has to class themselves as a royalist for what is more English than The Royal Family? Stop! I hear the arguments building already- The Royal Family are Greek, German etc, and are not completely pure blooded English. Bollocks to it, I say. They’re as English as fish and chips and afternoon tea.

Going back as far as the Plantagenets, royals were married to royals of other countries. They did this to create allies, to bond countries to their causes and most importantly, to keep the royal line royal. To keep the blood blue. So of course, donuts of the world, they would have to have married outside of England unless they were willing to interbreed and create a race of webbed fingered, slobbering royals- I can’t really see this happening, can you?

It was a moment in history when it was announced Prince William was to marry Kate Middleton; a commoner. Now may I interject? Commoner is a funny word. You hear it and you think of Dick Van Dyke, covered in soot, tap dancing his way along the rooftops of London singing Chim-Chimney. Kate is a far cry from that.

Her parents weren’t, by any accounts, super rich or powerful. She was born in Royal Berkshire Hospital, Reading and raised in Chapel Row, Newbury Berkshire (just round the corner from me as it happens and I was born in the same hospital *claim to fame*) she did, however, attend The University of St Andrews which was good enough for Prince William himself so she can’t be too common in my books.

My point, however, is this. A pretence has now been set so you can marry out of the “high born” circles. I think this does the royal family the world of good popularity wise- just look at Diana- she always wanted as close to a normal upbringing as possible for William and Harry and we, the commoners, loved her for it. Now the royals can chose who they want to marry (to a degree) and we aren’t in times of land/power-struggle wars (think Henry VIII times) we have no need to marry outside of England to form allies. There is no pressure to give birth to boy after boy after boy to ensure the King has a secure male decendent. The last King of England to die in battle was Richard III (“A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!”) The royals are set to get more English.

More over, they bring us in a hell of a lot more money than they actually cost us. They do tons of work for charity. They generate millions in tourism. And this is why I love the royals. But I digress.

This time round, when news broke that Kate was expecting her 2nd child and that again they were announcing the pregnancy early because she was yet again suffering from the debilitating condition Hyperemesis Gravidarum- acute morning sickness some call it- it brought all those memories of losing Harry back to the front of my mind.

I remember a friend of mine saying to me “Do you ever think; why me? Where’s my baby? Why did I loose mine and they got to keep there’s?”

Yes. I have had dark moments where I’ve sat and brooded at the unfairness of it all. How unfair it was that I lost Harry. However, when Kate had George something in me changed.

I remember my husband and my mother saying how they hated it all and wished they would stop televising it as it was upsetting them and it made me think- it’s not Kate’s fault she’s had a baby, it’s not her fault I lost mine.

Even if this wasn’t The Royal Baby they would still be rejoicing all be it on a smaller family scale. Every new parent has the right to celebrate their child’s birth- to them this is the best news ever and rightly so.

I think one way that I may differ now from other women who have suffered a similar loss, is that the news of another woman being pregnant or giving birth does not made me jealous or angry in the slightest. In my opinion, those baby’s are not mine- they are not Harry- therefore I feel no anger or jealously directed at the mother.

This was the realisation I had when watching the drama unfold. They do not know that I and other women are sat at home feeling so empty and bitter, they’re not televising this to make me feel worse, it’s everywhere because the world is celebrating the wonderful news of the safe arrival of a baby- what kind of person would that make me if I wanted to deny them that joy?

When I had Connie it was all over Facebook, Instagram and my blog (I had not put my pregnancy on social media but as soon as Connie was born the announcement was made) I celebrated with my family and friends and my mum put an announcement in the local paper. Did I think of the other women out there who were where I was a year ago? Yes and no. I knew they were there and I felt pangs of sadness for them but it didn’t stop me celebrating. I had waited anxiously for my baby and now she was here there was no stopping me. Selfish? Perhaps.

The day Kate stood on those hospital steps holding George was the day I decided not to be a victim anymore. I did not want to be defined as “the lady who lost her baby” but I didn’t want him forgotten either.

That day, was the day I realised there was still happiness in the world.

That day was the day I put on make up for the first time and stepped out of my flat and went to shops.

That day I realised, it doesn’t matter how many weeks, days, years or months pass I will always miss Harry with every fibre of my being, but I realised something else- I must carry on.

That day, I realised I had a terrible and long journey ahead of me- the journey of grieving, but I knew that now I had to start.

Kate and William’s ecstatic expressions, smiling wildly and oozing happiness made me realise how much I wanted that- and what I had to do get it.

How I felt then could not be further than how I feel now. Now I feel happy and content in myself and my child. In my opinion my baby is THE most beautiful and perfect child in existence. As far as I’m concerned Prince George himself would not be worthy of her, ok, maybe, at a push πŸ˜‰ I will always miss Harry. That will never leave me; but I am in a healthier place now, and that helps.

I remember last time (Dec12) when the palace announced Kate was pregnant and hospitalised with HG, people scoffing-

How pathetic!

She has morning sickness! Most women do!

Get over it!

They’re only bothering to hospitalise her because she’s a royal!

I did not suffer HG. Thank god. But it was bad enough for me. I couldn’t eat anything and as a result actually lost half a stone in the first 3 months of pregnancy. God knows how hard it is for women who go through HG.

I like to think that by Kate suffering this vile pregnancy illness she’s inadvertently raised awareness about the condition. I know a few people who have suffered HG and have heard their accounts of how bad it is. Hopefully now someone so very high profile has suffered with it, the word will get around and people will be a bit more sympathetic to the next lady they meet with HG. I hope she feels better soon. But I digress again.

My main reason for this post started off purely to share how the birth of Prince George helped me so soon after the loss of Harry, but as I type I realise something far more important; another beautiful baby is set to enter the world.

Like George, this little one has no idea the impact they will make on the world. The burdens they will carry on their small shoulders. But unlike George this one will have a slight element of freedom (compare Williams paper exploits to Harry’s and you’ll see what I mean).

The next in line to the throne must be upstanding and respectful always. It would go down very bad indeed to see The Future King of England photographed naked in the papers after a game of strip billiards. With Harry, it’s kind of expected and to a degree he actually gets cheered for his wildness by the public. If William were to do such a thing it would be an “outrage”. How dare a young man relax and enjoy life for even a second…

The birth of Prince George made me realise that no matter how long I hid in my flat grieving I couldn’t escape the happiness that the birth of a child brings. It was inevitable. The world will not stop for me and my loss.

So if I was to hand out any advice to any other childless mothers sat there now with their crushing grief, reading about the conception of another world wide famous figure, it would be this; you cannot run from your grief, no matter how much you want too. You must embrace it.

To the 17 mothers today that have had baby’s born too soon, you have my unwavering sympathy, my heart goes out to you. Be kind to yourself. Cry and be selfish in this moment for soon you MUST start to grieve. You must start to function again. You must start the journey of self healing. And you must be the person to decide when that will be.

Do not be a victim; rejoice in the happiness of others and have the belief in yourself that one day you will be that happy again too- maybe not in the way you want but happiness will catch up with you sooner or later.

I compare how I felt when Prince George was born to how I feel now, hearing about his future brother or sister, and I could not be in a more different place. The grief is still there, it always will be; but instead of crushing me, I use it to spur me on in life.

My goal is to achieve eternal happiness. If, one day, lying on my death bed I can finally say to myself “Yes, I’ve had a happy life, albeit with a few bumps in the road.” I will die peacefully.

I made this goal the day after Prince George was born and so far, I’m on my way to achieving it.

Congratulations William, Kate & George.

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