Mums club

It’s not an exclusive club you know, this being a mum lark but some people think that it is (and funnily enough I used to think this).  I go to toddler groups and funnily enough grandparents and childminders are also allowed to go along (who would’ve thought it!) but at the end of the day we are all carers for those little rugrats.

I have been meaning to write a blog about this subject for quite a while, but I was a tad worried how to word it politically correct.  With all these snowflakes getting offended for various reasons I was worried I would word it wrong or say the wrong thing.  I mean I shouldn’t really, because freedom of speech and all that and being an (unofficial) blogger (come on, let’s be honest…when are other bloggers careful what they say?)

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Maternity (and paternity) leave.

The sleeping pattern of a baby I thought was erratic but for the first couple of nights William sleeps from midnight to 6 without a feed and my husband and I silently poke him to check that all is ok.  He’s fine, of course he’s fine but he’s testing us, making us feel comfortable before the sleepless nights begin…..

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William comes home!

On Sunday 13th November, the nurses tells us that William will be able to come home in the next couple of weeks.  We’re both in shock, but very happy.  We don’t need any equipment because our little man is breathing by himself and confidently wolfing back his 2 hourly supply of milk.  I didn’t breastfeed which I found quite upsetting, I try to do it but I don’t have the milk and Mike is quite worried about me getting upset and tells me William will be fine on formula so he’s drinking a mixture of expressed milk and a formula milk especially designed for premature babies.

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Baby boy thoughts…

 

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“It’s three AM, they’re all asleep, and no-one’s here to see.

As we rock slowly back and fourth, my baby boy and me.

 

His little hand is feather light, tucked up against my chin.

I hold his tiny hand in mine, and stroke his baby skin.

 

The house about us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around.

He snuggles closer to me still, and makes his baby sounds.

 

I love these quiet hours to much, and cherish every one.

Store memories up inside my heart, for lonely nights to come.

 

All too soon he’ll be all grown up, his need for mummy gone.

But until then I still have time, for kisses and for song.

 

Time for quiet hours like this, with him cuddled in my arms.

Where I wish he’d always stay, protected, safe and warm.

 

And yet I know the day will come, when his tiny little hand,

Will be bigger than my own, he’ll have grown to be a man.”

 

 

Poem found on Facebook, unsure of the author so if you know who it is please let me know so that I can give them credit where due!