The best-laid schemes o' mice an men


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The second time.

It’s been a long time since  my last post. Over three months, and we now have a 10 week old baby and a 2 year old. I posted all about our journey with raising Curly, the lessons I learned, our efforts with sleeping, feeding, discipline. Well those lessons never stop, and now we have a chance to implement some of those things we learned with Immy (the newest member) AND find out if that annoyingly glib phrase is true…”all babies are different.” Continue reading


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Bottles and formula

With my breasts all dried up and on the shelf so entered another phase of baby raising. The formula era.
Breastfeeding hadn’t been easy for our little girl, but drinking from a bottle wasn’t either. Formula tins provide you with a guide of how much to mix up depending on age, you can find the same information online too. For a while there Curly was drinking about a third of this amount per bottle, at times not even that.

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Hunger Games

Our daughter’s been on and off with her food. Sometimes she’ll go a week of taking two mouthfuls at dinner time and refusing to accept anymore to the following week chowing down anything she can lay her hands on. At first this was easy, refusal meant a closed mouth, shaking head and annoyed cries. But then she learnt how to spit food back out.

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Breast is best, and other trite remarks

During my midwife and doctor visits when I was pregnant I was often asked, “are you planning to breastfeed?” I always answered yes, it did seem strange to me though that it was any of their business. I hadn’t ever thought of doing anything other than breastfeeding and it wasn’t until I was pregnant that a new message started edging it’s way into my worry radar (like a pregnant woman needs any more).

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