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
My secret is truly out of the bag at this point (7.5 weeks pregnant). It started with close friends, my sister, mother-in-law, mother, more friends, my hair dresser…once it’s out there’s no controlling the news. It got me thinking about how we treat the first trimester in our society, it’s unusual when someone is open and proud of their pregnancy before the ’12 week safety zone’, this goes against accepted convention. Continue reading
A couple of posts ago I shared about our baby-making attempts. Well the good news is we’re now 7 weeks pregnant, the bad news is, we’re only 7 weeks pregnant and morning sickness really sucks. Continue reading
In respect to the title I’ve given this blog I’ve decided to share our latest ‘plans’ and what will be the next journey ahead of us. The baby-bug has bitten pretty bad, H and I would love to have a little brother or sister for Curly. Two months ago we decided to stop using protection and let nature take its course. Continue reading
Last year while my sister was still pregnant I put together a list of things to consider before baby (in her case, ‘babies’) came along. It’s by no means a comprehensive list – and catering more to a winter climate. I used to get frustrated at the lists I’d find online, even the ‘no fuss’ or ‘minimalist’ lists seemed a bit ridiculous. But I get it now, it’s difficult to comprehend or even imagine what it’ll be like having a tiny human in the house when it’s just been the two of you for so long. Well here’s my addition to the millions already existing on the internet.
Curly (not her real name) was born in a little West Australian town March 2013, weighing a healthy 4.05kg with a strong heartbeat. Whilst still in the hospital I felt at one point that her breathing was a bit fast, but a midwife quickly dismissed my concerns claiming that this was normal. We took our little girl home after five days. Proudest moment walking down the hospital halls and into the car park holding our tiny little newborn. At home we sat on the couch and stared at her, “Now what?” I asked. We were elated and ready to start parenthood, but it didn’t take long before I started noticing other things seemed amiss.
The excitement felt when I realised that pain was contractions, regular contractions, I’ll never forget. Excitement, fear of what lay in store, it was my time to experience childbirth like the billions of women gone before me. I felt the contractions early in the morning and by 9am they started to happen fairly regularly. But I still wasn’t sure, I timed them on one of my pregnancy apps and remember telling H, “I think these are contractions, they’re every four minutes, that’s regular right? I don’t know.”