Archive | September 2011

Twitter Mums

It was really cold in November 2010 I was really heavily pregnant. I had 3 weeks till my due date and i was housebound because of the heavy snow. Insomnia had kicked in good and proper and I would spend most of my nights surfing the net on my phone, usually reading gossip, and occasionally the news.

At the time I used to use Twitter for mainly gossip and to see what the celebrities were upto. Once i’d flicked through the likes of Ashton Kutcher and Stephen Fry I’d move on back to Facebook and maybe even read the Daily Fail if I was desperate.

Then, one evening, I read a story in the papers about a girl who had very recently given birth to a baby boy and who had tweeted through most of her labour! Immediately, I went to have a nosey on Twitter and, sure enough, her timeline was filled with tweets about contractions, eating crumpets and about how cold it was outside (It’d been snowy and icy and sleety). I was about to have my own baby in a months time so I wanted to know everything about what labour was like. She made it sound quite easy and it put my mind to rest. I added her to my timeline (She was a celebrity after all!) and went about my way.

(She is called Rachael by the way… And on Twitter as @InceyWinceyMum)

Eventually I had a nosey at the people she followed and discovered something special. I’d found a whole community of online mums. Loads of them! Mums who had babies, mums who were due to have babies same time as me, mums with toddlers, working mums… It was like walking through a door to an undiscovered little treasure.

And there were blogs!! Blogs! I’d never really come across these before but people were actually blogging about their experiences of bringing up a baby, some about family life and others about topics like post natal depression. It became a very quick and very strong addiction. It couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. I gave birth to my Baby Boy mid December via C section and the next few weeks were hard. I couldn’t drive for 6 weeks. I had a very new baby in my arms, I was totally knackered and tonnes of snow meant I couldn’t even go out for a walk. Not that I felt much like it but i felt a bit trapped at the same time as feeling my life had changed. Completely. I was responsible for a baby and I didn’t have the first idea of what to do.

Tweeting other mums during those first few weeks was an absolute saviour. Why was my baby throwing up so much? What was reflux? How could you control it? How the hell do you latch a baby on?… Other mums out there, in the same boat, provided helpful suggestions based on their own experiences and it helped me from freaking out or feeling like a failure.

The absolute best thing was having other mums on Twitter during night feeds. It made me realise how little people actually sleep, mums especially. And at a given point during the night there are a bunch of new mums awake doing a night feed. Most importantly, it kept me awake during the period when baby was feeding every 2 hours.

My Twitter feed is now more real life and less celebrity. I’d much rather know about baby clothes than the latest designer shoes!


Dear Baby – 9 months!

Well baby, how the hell is this time flying by? You are now 9 months old and it’s getting closer and closer to my return to work… Arrrghh!!

Actually I shouldn’t moan too much. I think I’ll be able to go back part time, 2 or 3 days a week so that’ll be good!

So this month…

    You absolutely love crawling up to the TV and then pressing all the buttons on the cable box. You weren’t too interested in the PS3 as its not got many pretty lights so, one day, you decided to just smack it furiously. All the lights came up, the CD popped out and your own eyes lit up. I’ve never seen your dad move so fast. (Hee hee!)
    You love pulling hair. Repeatedly. Smacking faces comes a close second.
    You have chosen a mentor. Your cousin; my niece. She only has to squeak and you are in fits of laughter. When she’s around you’ll only eat if she’s in eyesight. She very helpfully tries to encourage you by saying “Gug baby, eat!”. You oblige till she gets bored and wanders off to find a toy and then you’ll try to set yourself free from the highchair to follow her. So far, thankfully, you haven’t managed to escape!
    You have discovered a love of strawberries that rivals your love of remote controls. You will knock a toys out of the way to get to one and, when eating one, it’s the most quiet I’ve even seen you!

    After being banned from our bed after the “falling off the bed incident” we ended up sharing a king size at Grandmas house one night. Its pushed up against a wall so I was comfortable with it. My god can you fidget during the night!! It was like you were in the baby army forraging for something crucial. At regular intervals you’d commando shuffle then go back to sleep, wake again, shuffle some more, maybe change direction and back to sleep. Occasionally you’d kick me in the head or stomach. Suffice to say I didn’t sleep all night and went and bought a travel cot the next day. The bed ban stays in place!

    No teeth… Still! Apparently it can take up to 18 months. That’s a lot of teething pain. Ouch

Until next time baby! Mwah!

The Going Back to Work Meeting

Tomorrow I have my “Going back to work meeting” with my manager. I am partly dreading it and partly in denial that I am almost on the road to going back to work. 9 months already? How? It feels like only last month I had newborn Baby Boy in my arms and we were discussing names in the hospital!

I don’t actually go back till January so I still have 3 months left but from what my manager implied I think he might suggest a gradual ramp up into work to ease me back in.

There’s a big part of me that doesn’t actually want to go back at all! I love spending my days with baby and watching his new skills and tricks. Equally though there is a big part of me that is craving some mental stimulation and adult company. The other big factor is, of course, an income!

Having whined discussed on and off (and on and off, and on and off) with the hubby (and friends, and family, and Twitter, and the neighbour…and anything else living) I’ve decided Part time is best and ideally home based or with very minimal travel. It’s a massive change from what I am used to. A year ago I was a total workaholic working 50+ hour weeks. I’d sit in the evenings and weekends and catch up or get ahead. I had a massive team and an important area to look after. I never once imagined that I would feel so different about going back to work. I really really (maybe naively) thought that I’d return to work after a year and carry on working relentlessly and building my career. Incidentally I’m one of those weirdos that isn’t that interested in climbing the career ladder, I just like to do my job very well, “go the extra mile” and hopefully get rewarded for it. And I did. My manager is absolutely amazing. Like I said to the hubby, I have no pride… I would follow him anywhere to work for him!

Now though? I just want to go to work, do my hours (arrrgh, I can’t believe I am saying that!), and run home to play with Baby Boy. I never want to work in the evenings anymore or on weekends. I really need to make a list of my desires for tomorrow because I know I’ll get in there and being the “yes” woman that I am, agree to everything. I am so nervous but I am hoping my fabulous manager will drop a very attractive package in my lap. Well, here’s hoping!

Guilty Pleasures

This week on The Gallery the theme is Guilty Pleasures.  I couldn’t think of one guilty pleasure so here’s my top 3…

The Dance Mat! I know this is soooo Noughties but who doesn’t love a bit of dance mat.  I am completely rubbish at it but that doesn’t stop me having a go.  Plus it makes me look young..ahem.

Cakes…and Lots of them! Both OH and I have a very sweet tooth. As does both our families. Thankfully that means there is never a shortage of cakes / biscuits / anything sweet anywhere. I had to cut them out completely during pregnancy though because Diabetes runs in my family. This increased my risk of getting gestational diabetes.  I didn’t get it and after an initial period of getting major sugar withdrawal symptoms I’ve tried to be good.  I’ve failed.  But I’ve tried!

And last but not least….The Vampire Diaries. Just look at them (Ignore the middle one). What better way to spend an evening than drooling watching these two. I’m pretty sure this programme isn’t aimed at young 30ish year olds but…you know, look at them!

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