Milestones- One Month





They say that time flies when you’re having fun and boy-oh-boy has that been the case over the past four weeks. I’m still in total disbelief that Little Ored is one month old already, it seems like it was only yesterday I was impatiently waiting for him to arrive!

One of Ored’s friends- a Father of two- suggested that for the first six months babies do little other than poop, puke, feed and cry, but I don’t think this could be any further from the truth! (Well, at the very least it’s not all they do) Little Ored’s personality- sweet natured, relaxed and inquisitive- becomes more and more apparent and we find ourselves discovering new expressions, movements and sounds with every day.

At one month Little Ored…

  • Spends considerably more time awake during the day. This time isn’t spent grizzling either, as he’s more than happy to just lay back (literally) and look at his surroundings.
  • Responds to music and in particular, being sung too. His favourites are David Bowie, Zayn and Lana Del Rey.
  • Has completely grown out of his newborn clothes, but annoyingly isn’t quite ready for 0-3 months, so we’re temporarily in limbo!
  •  Is virtually rash and flakey-skin free (part in parcel for newborns whose skin is acclimatising to life outside of the womb)

Who knows what the next month will bring, but we can’t wait to find out!


Milestone cards from Paper & Wool




Breastfeeding- The Reality

I came across a video from Grunge and Glitter on my Facebook feed yesterday about breastfeeding which made me howl with laughter whilst reflecting upon my own breast feeding experience.

As I’ve said before, breastfeeding was the one thing about motherhood which was making me anxious, more than the thought of labour, sleepless nights and a messy house. Having failed to come across one woman who could give me a positive story about breastfeeding, I let the doubts settle in.

The reality- it turns out- couldn’t have been more different.

Armed with the knowledge gained from my NCT classes in the last stages of my pregnancy, I approached breastfeeding with a considerably more relaxed approach . I had renewed faith in my body’s ability to provide my baby with what he/she needed but also in my baby’s ability to latch and feed successfully.

I was determined, optimistic but above all, level headed. Resigned to the fact that whilst I wouldn’t give up at the first or even twentieth hurdle,  if for whatever reason I couldn’t feed, then I’d turn to formula without doubts, reservations and feelings of failure. My unborn baby and I needed time to bond, so quite frankly there was no time or place for piling the pressure on.

But from the moment Little Ored was born, our breastfeeding journey-luckily- was sheer delight. Sure there were moments when both of us, not knowing what the heck we were doing, were reliant on the midwives to help hone our techniques. And then there were moments (and still are) where, in a tiz, Little Ored headbutted my breasts and held onto my nipple without latching (which made one midwife cry “It’s there, what more do you want?” ) and then when he finally did latch, he embarked upon such a frenzied feed that I wondered if my calm and chilled little babe had been temporarily possessed by the devil!

Thankfully, the moments where he is being a bit of a pickle are few and far between. The rest of the time he effortlessly latches and calmly feeds with no chapped, cracked or sore nipples in sight. Admittedly when my milk first came in, I had a night of having swollen, tender breasts- which my midwife put down to blocked ducts- but thanks to regular, round the clock feeding, I haven’t had to experience that pain since.

Whilst it’s still early days, breastfeeding Little Ored has been a dream and I’m fortunate enough to have encountered virtually no obstacles. I’m not here to tell you how incredible breastfeeding is, how it builds bonds and creates moments you’ll treasure forever, because whilst all of this is true I don’t believe it’s exclusive to just breastfeeding mums. Heck, Ored courts the same level of intense eye gazing when he sways and sings to Little Ored!

What I do want to tell you, especially those of you who are Mums-to-be, is that it isn’t all tears, pain and heartache. If I had listened to all of the ‘advice’ I was given, I’d have had formula on stand by and a fridge full of cabbages (to cool down hot breasts) and as it turned out I haven’t need either of them! It’s important not to get weighed down with all the negative, cautionary tales and to know that sometimes a positive, open and focused mindset can make the world of difference!


P.S I am by no means an expert, but I will be writing a future post about the tips and tricks I’ve learnt/used to make breastfeeding easy and breezy. If there’s anything you want to know/ask or if there’s something in particular you’d like me to cover, than make sure to comment below!

It’s A Boy!


As I sit here with a sleeping babe next to me, hands finally free to write this post, I’m still struggling to put into words what the past three weeks have meant for Ored and I, both as individuals and as a couple.

Because it’s virtually impossible to describe the beautiful whirlwind that has been our life since this little man came into it.  After two sweeps and an agonising wait- he was 10 days late- Baby Ored was born after just a four hour labour*, weighing 7lbs 15oz. With a full head of hair, button nose and lips that garnered the same reaction from everyone (“He’s got his Mother’s lips!”) we instantly fell in love.

Every cliched sentiment anyone has ever told you, or that you’ve ever read, about the wonders of parenthood is completely and utterly true. There is no love like it, but the amazing thing is that the three of us have been able to bask equally in the glow of this unconditional, boundless love.

Of course there have been moments where I was so delirious from a lack of sleep that I was laughing at everything, forgetting everything, and am still never able to find the time to dry my hair after a shower. But when I looked at Ored, he too was laughing, forgetting and lapsing on grooming. We’ve shared everything together- dirty nappies, hanging out endless cycles of washing and taking turns to wind Baby Ored so the other one can eat dinner – all with patience, humour and stolen kisses. It’s been the very definition of teamwork and I can’t imagine parenting working any other way.

And it isn’t all Ored. Little Ored’s personality shines stronger with every day. Sweet natured, inquisitive and above all super chilled if on occasion, a little grizzly. I can count on one hand the amount of times this baby has really cried (and almost all of those have been because he needs me to release a boob a little faster) which means that when Ored returned to work after his two week Paternity leave, I felt encouraged. Hell, I’ve even taken him out and about on my own, an experience which is yet to be as daunting and terrifying as I previously envisaged.

I thank my lucky stars, because my post-labour experience could have been very different as it is for so many new Mum’s.

And so begins my journey into Motherhood.

Stay with me and I’ll promise to [honestly] share with you. When I get a free moment of course!




P.S I will write more about my labour as it was such a positive experience, I really would like to share it with you. Like I’ve said before, there are too many horror stories out there and not enough reassuring ones!