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The baby chronicles #34: Food, glorious food

Weeks old: 34

I like: having my head tickled, boobs, biting my toy monkey’s face

Mummy is learning: to put a bib on me

For the past couple of months we’ve been experimenting with giving Little O solid food with the intention of slowly transitioning him from a milk based diet to a food based one.

There are a few different ways that people do this and lots of different theories but essentially there are two camps: “traditional” and “baby led”. Traditional weaning starts with spoon feeding your baby pureed or mashed food that gets slowly thicker and chunkier until they graduate to finger foods. You can do this from about 4 months.  Read more…

The baby chronicles #33: Falling in love

Weeks old: 33
I like: Humus, putting my fingers in mummy’s mouth, shouting, “ooooh” at everything, boobs
Mummy is learning: To sleep in ever weirder positions, to try and get me to pace myself when she’s been out all day

When I was expecting Little O I often wondered if I would feel the great rush of maternal love that is so often talked about. Half the conversations seem to be people talking about experiencing it intensely. The other half seem to be people talking about not experiencing it at all. It seems those are the only two extremes available. I was really rather scared of falling into the second camp. Read more…

The baby chronicles #32: On leaving Little O

Weeks old: 32
I like: Making an array of strange noises for interpretation, chewing on the bars of my cot, boobs, showing people my teeth
Mummy is learning: That I will be okay for short periods without her

Before I had a baby I thought leaving my baby would be no big deal. I figured even if I was breastfeeding I would just express some milk, leave a bottle and swan off. I pictured heading into London for the day with friends, going out in the evening for dinner with Mr O and possibly even going overnight to my company’s annual conference in Berlin, which happened in January. I figured that I’d just leave him with Mr O or the O Seniors or even a babysitter.  Read more…

The baby chronicles #31: Vomit

Weeks old: 31
I like: Talking to myself, the telly, my breakfast…
Mummy is learning: To keep the antibacterial wipes close

This week’s post was supposed to be about leaving your baby (because I actually successfully left Little O with Mr O for a whole day) but that’s going to have to wait a week since our home has been hit by a stomach bug.

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The baby chronicles #30: The return of Aunt Flo

Weeks old: 30
I like: Green Day, talking to myself, boobs, peanut butter
Mummy is learning: To move her coat/scarf away from me if I have been eating something messy and it’s all over my chops

Warning: I am going to talk about menstruation in this post. I personally don’t think periods are anything shameful or dirty and that normalising talking about this totally natural bodily function that half the human race experiences at some time or another is something we should do. However if you are not mature enough for this, stop reading now. Read more…

The baby chronicles #29: Socialising with a baby

Weeks old: 29
I like: Biting mummy, Sophie la girafe, boobs, shouting
Mummy is learning: Patience, not to let her fingers get too close to my chops

Before Little O arrived I am happy to admit that my partying days were far behind me. However, I did enjoy popping out for a meal or a film with friends or Mr O, occasionally having a drink after work with my colleagues or inviting friends around for dinner. I think I would consider myself to be a very social person. One of the things I think I failed to anticipate was how much having a baby would impact getting together with other people. Read more…

The baby chronicles #28:A rapid change

Weeks old: 28
I like: Rolling around, throwing my food on the floor, boobs, jumping so hard in my Jumperoo that mummy worries I am going to take off, being thrown in the air
Mummy is learning: To be a bit more careful with the throwing in the air to avoid head-on collisions

It was only two-ish weeks ago that I wrote Little O’s 6 month update and I can’t believe how much has changed. As adults we get used to things in our lives remaining the same for years at a time and changing very little in ourselves so I think it comes as an amazing surprise how quickly our little people can develop completely new skills and physical characteristics. Read more…

The baby chronicles #27: My breastfeeding journey

Weeks old: 27
I like: Games involving me being bitten (very gently of course), my new toys, boobs
Mummy is learning: Never to turn her back on me, to jump around in front of me like a loon when I am in the Jumperoo so I join in

Recently some of you might have seen stylised pictures popping up on Instagram or Facebook depicting breastfeeding mothers and babies. This is part of a “movement” called ‘Tree of Life’ that aims to normalise breastfeeding and to show the connection between mother and baby through the roots of a tree representing milk ducts and a tree the nourishment being received by the baby. You can read more here. Read more…

The baby chronicles #26: Little O’s first Christmas in pictures 

On Christmas Eve he was an elf

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The baby chronicles #25: 6 month update

Weeks old: 26

I like: Mushing up food, boobs, being tickled

I guess some of you will notice that there was no 25 week blog. As much as I try to update weekly, sometimes things just get too busy and with Christmas coming up and me once again having the genius idea of making loads of presents, I’ve either been exhausted or had “work” to do in the evenings.

As of Monday, Little O is officially 6 whole months old… a half a year. How did that happen? In some ways it feels like an absolute eternity and in other ways I am pretty sure that I gave birth about a week ago. But how are we getting on? Read more…

The baby chronicles #24: Stupid things that annoy me irrationally

Weeks old: 24
I like: Sticking my hands in mummy’s mouth and ears, biting my monkey, boobs
Mummy is learning: To stay where I can see her as much as possible to avoid me kicking off

Last weekend we put up our Christmas tree with the help of the other O’s, drank mulled wine, ate mince pies (well some of us did… some crazy people don’t like them??) and enjoyed thinking about Little O’s first Christmas and how special it will be.  Read more…

The baby chronicles #23: Expectation vs reality vs expectation

Weeks old: 23
I like: Hey Duggee, playing with my feet, boobs… but only at home when nothing else exciting is happening

When I was pregnant I told myself all I wanted to achieve in the first 6 months of Little O’s life was that he, Mr O and I came out of it alive. I told myself I was not going to put pressure on myself to be perfect. I wouldn’t care if I had a messy house or how I fed my baby or where or how much he slept. I was just going to wing it. I never looked at all those mummy Instagram feeds and thought, “I want to be the perfect mum”. I figured I’d approach motherhood with a “this’ll do” attitude Read more…

The baby chronicles #22: Bouncing back… or not

Weeks old: 22
I like: Playing with my feet, squealing at the top of my lungs, playing in my jumperoo, boobs… sort of

Today I caught up with some friends in London, including my friend, D, who witnessed Little O’s actual birth. Regaling the group (none of whom have children) with the story of Little O’s entrance into the world, which she watched at the “business end” was quite something to listen to and I got the idea that the fear of god was being put into everyone – not only at the idea of the pain of giving birth but also the possible after effects.

This made me think about some of the concerns I had when I was pregnant about how having a baby would change my body… possibly permanently. I wanted to know how having a baby had changed other real women’s bodies. So five months in, I am going to tell you (warts and all, so stop reading now if you don’t actually want to know) what’s changed for me.  Read more…

The baby chronicles #21: Some things I have noticed

Little O will be five months old on Sunday and compared to the early months of his life it feels like things have settled down a bit. I mean we still don’t sleep much and he does new things all the time but meeting up with the mum of a newborn at our playgroup last week made me realise that we are in a completely different place from those shell-shocked first days.You know at the beginning where you can’t quite believe the hospital has allowed you to bring home a human being and are actually expected to keep it alive. With that in mind I thought I’d share some things about mummery that I have noticed recently. Read more…

The baby chronicles #20: Sleep is for the weak

I like: Daddy’s glasses, waking up at 4am, boobs, being naked
Mummy is learning: How much caffeine one human can consume, not to be a hero

When I was pregnant people constantly told me to sleep as much as I possibly could because I would soon not be sleeping very much at all. In fact both my mother and my mother-in-law suggested that might never sleep again. I never scoffed at this suggestion. I believed that I would be giving up my sleep. I had no doubt that lie-ins were a thing of the past and that I was likely to have to get up and tend to Little O multiple times a night. What I didn’t really understand was how it was going to affect me. Read more…

The baby chronicles #19: Trick or treat

I like: Chewing my hands, my squeaky zebra, boobs, charming old ladies… and builders
Mummy is learning: Always to have a spare set of clothes, to give me a second to settle myself when I cry

Sometimes having a baby feels a bit like Halloween. There are lots of treats in the way of memorable moments and adorable little actions but then there are also plenty of little tricks that are a bit less fun. I suppose it keeps all things in balance. And as it was Halloween earlier this week I thought I’d share some of the tricks and treats that Little O and I have shared this week. Read more…

The baby chronicles #18: The give-up days

I like: My kick chimes, rolling over (only when daddy is looking), looking at myself in the mirror, MONKEH

Mummy is learning: Patience, patience,patience, patience…

Today I want to talk a little bit about a side of being a mum that I don’t think enough people talk about… the days where you just kind of want to give up. I think they’re probably more common than you think.

This last week has been really hard. In my last post I mentioned that Little O and I had both been unwell. It didn’t affect either of our moods in a positive way. Although I don’t really like to admit it, I am quite a short tempered person anyway. I get frustrated very easily when things don’t go my way. Sort of like a four year old. My mum says I started stamping my foot as soon as I could stand. When I am ill my already short temper goes from centimetres to millimetres. Coinciding this with Little O being ill was a recipe for disaster. Read more…

The baby chronicles #17: The sick baby blues

Weeks old: 17

I like: Boobs, pulling blankets over my head, Tellytubbies

Mummy is learning: To crack on no matter how rough she feels.

This post is very late because Little O and I have both not been our best over the last week. He’s had a mild cold for a few weeks but it has now migrated into his chest and left him rather miserable.  Read more…

The baby chronicles #16: The dreaded R word

Weeks old: 16
I like: Shoving everything in my mouth, Captain Calamari, sitting more upright in my pushchair, boobs
Mummy is learning: To enjoy CBeebies (but not as much as daddy), to move around more quietly

With Little O only a week away from four months old and officially past what is often referred to as the “fourth trimester”, it’s time to talk about the “R word”: routine.

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The baby chronicles #15: A large change in a short time

Weeks old: 15
I like: Chewing daddy’s hand, smacking the toys on my playmat, tummy time, thrashing around in my moses basket, boobs
Mummy is learning: That I won’t sleep in my own bed past 5am, what my different whinges mean

At 15 weeks old Little O is now more than three months old and a completely different being to the one we brought home in late June. While for an adult 3 months is barely a blip on the radar, the length of a mid-range work project or half of winter (if you live in the Northern Hemisphere), for a new human it’s virtually a lifetime. I cannot believe how much Little O has changed and how different mumming a three month old is to mumming a newborn. I was told there was quite a dramatic change at three months but I have to admit that at points I wondered if things would ever be different but here’s how they are.

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