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Flippin Good Times

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Our little man
Has decided
At the 11th hour
TO FLIP AROUND
He's now in the correct position
Which means noooooo caesarian
I'm so relieved! 
NO ABDO SURGERY
NO URINARY CATHETER
NO FASTING
NO CLEAR FLUIDS FOR 24HRS POST SURGERY
NO ABDO SUTURE LINE

(I'm aware these things can still happen but just let me live in the bliss that is NO post op/intra op/pre op interventions/procedures)

It's all good baby, baby!

Above are some way cool threads that Cottonsocks bought for babu!
She gave me oodles of cool things today, bless her heart and took me for luncheon post my OB appt.
I would have taken photos but we were too busy talking about our friends Kim Kardashian and Beyonce.

When do you think Kim and Kanye will get engaged?
Where do you think they will have the wedding?
We're thinking SOON and possibly off shore (South of France, Paris...) or in NYC.

Time will tell!!!



This Goes With That

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Heyyyyyy Peeeeeeeeeps!
I had to wake up bright and sparkle early for some bebe monitoring.
Haven't been up at witching hour since I went on Maternity Leave.
Oh the bliss!
THAT'S GOING TO CHANGE SOON
Bwahahahahahahahaa



Here was the view from my bed
Crappy non blue sky
So disappointing
So Melbourne


Hamish caught up on his Marie Claire reading while we were there.
He found an article about using a Nintendo Wii for Skype sexy times quite amusing.


The top part of my monitor which measures contractions.
I wasn't having any but boy, oh boy was bebe moving!
I took my reading to my OB after and he said it was 10/10 and my BP was excellent too.
Yay!
My tummy has feather down hairs all over it at the moment it's hilarious I feel like a baby duck.
No stretch marks or linea nigra, my belly button hasn't popped, I just look like a big balding duckling.
Does that even makes sense?!
Maybe a duck egg that has duckling feathers all over it.......?

Did you guys get the email about these bra tops from Sussan?!
LOVE them!!!!!
Wish I wasn't boob feeding because I would totally rock a hot pink one!!!
I love a bit of Sussan action.
Back in the day we called it SPEWSAN'S but no more.


Bought this Berry Teacake from Phillippa's Bakery on the way home.
I DIE diediediediediedieeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Best teacake ever, ever, ever.
You would be a goose not to go and buy one.

Do any of you shop at Sussan's or am I the only daggy one 'round here?
What are you up to this weekend?
Have any of you seen SKYFALL yet, was it good?
Favourite cakes and recipe links?
Berry teacake recipes?!

Have a gorgeous weekend!

♥  



Wah! It's Wedding Day!!!

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Today would have been the day I marry my best, best, best, BEST friend in the entire world, universe and beyond.
The one person who can drive me mad but keep me calm.
The person who lets me be absolutely crazy, dance like a fool, make really ridiculous jokes and totally believes the stories I tell him.
The person who doesn't judge me, doesn't ever, ever make me feel little or unloved.
When I say he is the love of my life it's said without hesitation and with glitter and sparkles practically bursting from my chest.

SO SOPPY I KNOW

But meeting Hamish 13 years ago when he was a SUPER STAR DJ is the best thing that has ever happened to me!!!
(Oh my god he might kill me for linking to that article, it's so old though hahaahahaha) 
AND NOW WE ARE HAVING THE BEST THING EVER HAPPEN TO USSSSSSSSSS!!
LE BEBE!!!!!


So today we had WOULD HAVE BEEN WEDDING DAY BRUNCH at our favourite local brunch spot BROWN COW.
With boo in my tummy we enjoyed Virgin Mary's with eggs, bacon, avocado, rocket... the list goes on.


Hope you're all having a gorgeous weekend!!!!

And Hamish, thank you... for everything, I love you.

Welcome Little One

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On Tuesday the 27th of November at 1529 our little man Orlando James Andres was born.
We could not feel more blessed or in love if we tried.
Oh my stars we are SO in love.

I won't go into details about what happened, you guys would probably be bored if I did.


Hamish and Boo doing a stella job at waking up for a feed



We stayed in hospital for 4 nights. 
It was, in a word: fantastic. 
The medical staff, nurses, food services, cleaners, reception - everyone was above and beyond.
We were very well fed had a gorgeous room (which really was more like a hotel) with a double bed.
It was a little slice of heaven for 2 sleep deprived new parents. 



Orlando was diagnosed with jaundice on the day we were meant to be discharged to the hotel.
It was pretty heartbreaking seeing him in the humidity crib, I'm not going to lie.
I cried :( :( :(




He looked super cute in his shades though.
Thank the stars it was all diagnosed and dealt with before we went to the hotel or even home.
We have been on a crazy 3 hourly feeding regime of boobs, expressed boobs and formula to try and flush the mellow yellow out.
POOR BABY :( :( :(
(My poor boobs too... talk about workin' it!)
He is getting better for it though!




I feel a bit out of the blogging world after a weeks absence, what's been going down?!
I'd say I'll go back through everyone's blog posts from the last week but that's probably a right out lie :/ :/ :/
We're off to sell Hamish's car now... wish us luck!





How To Swaddle Like A Boss

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Ohhhhh poor Orlando
Look at what I put him through
A swaddling photo shoot after his bath
He was so happy to pose at the start but at the end, not so much.

I'll be honest with you we had NO idea how to swaddle when he was born then the lactation nurse (who I have nicknamed The Baby Whisperer) taught us this amazing swaddle technique.
It's like baby is in a sleeping bag as it puts their hands up by their face which is how they prefer to sleep.
This swaddle technique is the only one we use, it's fantastic, it's SIDS safe (mimics sleeping bags), it looks so cute.














1. Place swaddle on bed with the narrowest end at the top, fold it down a couple of inches
2. Place baby on the swaddle with their neck sitting on the fold.
3. Tuck the right arm under the fold 
4. Bring the fabric over the body
5. Tuck it under
Repeat with the left side
6. Fan out the bottom of the swaddle like a peacock's tail and fold it in just a little
7. Bring the fan up and rest the fold on the baby's waist
8. Bring the right side under the baby's bottom to the left then take the fabric on the left and swing it back under the bottom to the right
10. Tuck the fabric into the fold at the waist
11. Happy swaddled baby haahahahahahaa

If you're about to have a baby I highly suggest you practise this before you go into hospital.
You could do it with a folded up towel and pretend it has arms.... or a doll if you have one.

Is everyone ready for Christmas?
I'm not haahahahahahahaa
I want tips for surviving Christmas day, it's going to be a long one!!!!




Christmas Day Happy Dress

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1. Country Road Dress (minus that tie waist band please!) find it here IT HAS POCKETS PEOPLE!!!
2A. Country Road Ballet Flats here
2B. Wittner glitter booties 
3. Mimco necklace on sale here (when I was given this it was rare as hens teeth to find, they must have released it again)
4. Mimco necklace here
5. Lucy Folk Taco Friendship Bracelets here (you can't get the tacos anymore but there are other gorgeous things to buy)
6. OPI Ate Berries In The Canaries. I'm MAD for this colour at the moment, finally broken free from my red trance.

This is pretty much what I plan on wearing come Christmas Day with various other jewels.
Easy, colourful and fun.
Did you read that Emerald is the Pantone colour of 2013?
That dress is ahead of it's time people!

I'll probably repeat this outfit for NYE... HA!
Not boob feeding friendly but I'm storing away expressed milk for him and plan on having a couple of drinks so will need to throw what's in my boobs out anyway.
Huzzah!

What do you plan on wearing?
Are you a pockets for your dress person or not?
I certainly am!


Beetroot Cured Salmon and Ooh La La Kim Chi

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A few weeks ago we hosted dinner for my dad's 59th birthday the menu consisted of this:


The hero of the meal (for me) was the Beetroot Cured Salmon.
It was delicate, beautiful, pretty and light.
Just perfection on a warm night.
Ahhahahahahaha that rhymes haahahahahaha


Hamish designed the recipe a few weeks before for a friend and thought it would translate well for a dinner party.


I think this would be great for a New Years Eve dinner party it looks so festive on the plate.
Salmon, baby vegetables, a paint stroke and Kim Chi - you can't be more "now" than that.
Kim Chi is very ooh la la with the food world at the moment, the recipe is at the bottom and can be used for a plethora of other dishes.

What are your new years plans?
How did your Christmas go?



Semi Cured Beetroot Atlantic Salmon

80g salt
80g grated fresh ginger
80g grated fresh beetroot
160g salt
60ml stones ginger wine
1 bunch chopped corriander roots/stems

mix all together in a bowl until it becomes a liquid

clean fish into approx 200g portions

place fish into liquid and completely submerse

leave in fridge for 4 hours

remove from cure and rinse

dry with paper towel, slice and serve chilled

can keep for approx 2 days in fridge if fish is fresh, wrap in glad wrap tightly if you are going to do this.

For The Paint
 
After the fish has cured, strain the curing mix and mix some of the liquid with sweet white miso until desired consitancy and colour.
Paint onto plate with a clean paintbrush. 

Asparagus
clean and place into boiling water for 1.5 mins, remove and place into icewater immediately
to serve quickly pan fry with sesame oil, salt and pepper - just to warm through

Enoki Mushroom
raw

Baby Beet
cleaned, peeled and slow roasted in sesame oil (covered) in a low temp oven for a couple of hours to soften

Cucumber Kimchi
 
Adapted from the Momofuku Cookbook
3 lebanese cucumbers 
2 teaspoons kosher salt
2 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons korean chilli flakes
1/2 teaspoon jarred and salted shrimp
1 tablespoon fish sauce
1 tablespoon thin soy sauce
1/2 carrot
2 green onions
5 cloves garlic
2 inches ginger


Cut the cucumber in half and then split each half into 8 wedges. Halve the wedges lengthwise. 
Add 1/2 of the sugar and a pinch of salt to the cucumbers. Let sit for one hour to soften.
Step two: While the cucumber is softening, cut carrots and green parts of onions into matchsticks. Slice the whites of the onion thinly. Mince the garlic and ginger.
Step three: Add remaining salt and sugar to a large bowl. Then add korean chilli flakes, shrimp, fish sauce and thin soy. Stir to combine.
Step four:  Add carrots, onions, garlic, and ginger. Stir to coat. Finally add drained cucumbers. Let sit for at least 15 minutes.
Cucumber kimchi can be refrigerated for a few weeks and gets better (although softer) every day



Labour Story 1

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I spent New Years Eve (Happy New Year!) at Cottonsock's amazing party.
While I was chatting to Mez she asked me if I was ever going to get around to doing my labour blog.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... boring labour blog....
I told her I didn't think people would be that interested and she said she was, so Mez, this is for you.

After all the mental preparation I went through to go ahead with a C Section Orlando decided to do the flip and get back into birthing position, the day before my scheduled surgery.
To say he has a knack for timing is putting it mildly.
So my obstetrician booked me in for induction 2 days after our 'would have been wedding' day.


We spent the weekend before brunching at my favourite, Brown Cow in Hampton, seeing a movie for the first time in 2 years (Skyfall, brilliant, see it!), shopping and sleeping in.
It was a beautiful last weekend as a family of 2 + Mooks The Dog.
On the Monday Hamish went to work and I did my usual pottering around the house, when Hamish got home he cooked dinner and we went to bed knowing the next day was THE day.

We woke up on Tuesday at around 0800, I had my heart set on going to Chadstone for some last minute things.
I swear during the last few weeks of pregnancy there was always one.more.last.minute.thing.
So we had breakfast, cleaned the house, put on a load of washing and we went to Chadstone.
People kept asking me when I was due, I told them I was being induced that afternoon.
I'm sure the lady at Kit Cosmetics thought I was nuts being out. 
Ha!
When we got home there was really not much time at all before we were due at the hospital so I made sure the bags were packed and we put them in the car.
We literally jammed chicken and salad rolls into our mouths in the back garden with the sun shining down on us.
I was so anxious and excited and eager and nervous.... the time was drawing closer.
Little did I know that chicken roll would be the last thing I ate (and kept down) before Orlando was born.
I hung the washing out that I'd put on earlier (vowing to come home and bring it in before the rain).
And we left for hospital.

It was a faux relaxed drive.
I kept saying "it's ok we will be coming home tonight anyway" and told Hamish "we HAVE to come home I've got washing on the line".
We both knew we might need to stay on the ward but I had my mind made up that this was not going to happen. 
When we arrived at the hospital we parked the car, leaving the bags in the boot and made our way to the delivery suite.
We were both full of the most fake confidence we could muster.
I was nervous as hell.
It was all going to go to plan, Prostin Gel to start the induction today, home tonight, back at 6am.
Cool
We checked in at main reception and then made our way to the delivery suite.
I was told I had to have some monitoring for an hour then my obstetrician would come and insert the gel.
So it was out with the old faithful monitoring belt and on with the TV.



I've never pretended to be more interested in the Bold and The Beautiful and Deal Or No Deal in my life. 
Ohhhh I cared about what the contestant was going to win like my life depended on it.
No matter how much I tried to distract myself though I kept thinking 'oh my GOD this is REALLY happening'.
At one stage I sent Hamish downstairs to get me a milkshake, chocolate, sugary, ice cold goodness was calling my name.
When he returned he told me some girls I work with were downstairs and saw him.
He told them I was in for monitoring, our secret was still safe.
Just after Deal or No Deal finished my wonderful obstetrician came in and gave me the Prostin 411: 
Gel
Start induction
See how I go for an hour
Go home
Back at 0600



The obstetrician got busy with the Prostin, I had one dose and sat back.
I felt nothing.
All I could think about was getting home to my washing.
I was convinced the gel wasn't really doing much at all.
The obstetrician came back, asked how I was, I said completely normal "I'm ready to go home".
He sent us on our way.
I had 2 Panadeine Fortes and 2 Temazapam's to sleep.
He said to take the medication just before bed.

All. Good.

When we got home it was already around 730pm.
I got the washing off the line and set up the ironing board.
Then I got a brilliant idea to go our for dinner.
About half an hour later I said to Hamish "maybe we should just get takeaway I'm so tired".
So we ordered pizza and I got stuck into the ironing.
People kept texting me asking what was going on.
I started getting a sort of period pain cramp it was very intermittent and a long, long time between pains.
I told people nothing was happening and I didn't think the gel was working yet.
I told my sister in law what was happening and she said it might be pre labour pain.
I had NO idea what that was or felt like so just brushed it off- the gel wasn't working... well, that's what I told myself.
Hamish went to get the pizza but made me lie on the couch before he left and said to call straight away, it was like we both thought the baby would just all of a sudden, arrive.
It didn't.
I sat on the couch bored and hungry.
When the pizza came I inhaled it, lots of it... a choice I would regret a few hours later.
The 'period pain' was still there, making itself known every now and then.
I guess you could say it was getting stronger but I just assumed it was the gel (by this stage I was thinking 'it MIGHT be working') so I kind of ignored it.
We went to bed at around 11pm I was SO, so tired by then.
I had my Panadeine Forte but didn't have the Temazapam.
I just didn't think I would need it because I was SO tired.
I've got to estimate here and assume that I'd been in bed for half an hour, we were sitting up watching TV, trying to wind down after our big day.
All of a sudden I felt a gush I turned to Hamish and said "oh my God I think my waters broke".
I quickly got up and looked on the bed - dry.
Poor Hamish had set up a 'waters breaking barrier system' of a garbage bag and waterproof mattress protecter... all for nothing.
Naturally the next step was to go to the toilet and see what was going on.
Now you've got to expect with a labour blog to read things that aren't going to be about fluffy clouds and rainbows.
This bit is not about fluffy clouds and rainbows.
There was a streak of mucous and some blood staining.
I told Hamish and he said maybe it was my mucous plug (he had been researching).
Maybe the gel working after all... I still had no idea what the period pain cramping was all about though... all I knew right then was it was starting to get worse.
I changed my underwear, put a pad in and went back to bed.
The cramping couldn't be denied anymore, it was there, it was painful and it wasn't really getting any better.
I started to feel terribly nauseous too.
There were many, many trips to the toilet back and forth.
Many pad changes.
A few vomits - hello pizza!
We called delivery suite and they told us to time the contractions and write them down.

Finally, I knew I was having real life contractions - I was in labour.



Hamish was so nervous he wrote down the times as PM when it was AM.
Bless him.
I kept telling him to go to sleep (between vomits, pad changes and dealing with the pain).
Finally at 2am after a few more calls to delivery suite they told us to come in.

Hamish put the bags back in the car.
We checked Mooky's food and gave her one last cuddle.
I grabbed a bucket in case I needed to vomit on the way to hospital.
We turned the lights off and shut the front door.
The car was freezing and there was a thick mist on the road.... We were finally off to hospital.....


To be continued......


Labour Story 2

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I cannot recall if we listened to music or the radio on the way to the hospital. All I remember about the drive was how empty the streets were. It was a no red lights, no traffic, dream run down Punt Road, across the bridge and past the MCG. Oh, those contractions, they were steady and going longer and making me feel so nauseas. At that stage I was coping with them by wincing around in the seat trying to get comfortable, there was no getting comfortable though. Imagine a full term pregnant woman in the front seat of a VW Golf with the seat adjusted forward almost as far as it can go to make way for the baby capsule.
There was no getting comfortable.

We finally reached the hospital and parked right out the front.
The front gates were locked as per protocol so I pressed on the intercom and they let us in. We bypassed reception and went straight up to Delivery Suite. I was literally praying in the elevator that I wouldn't see anyone I knew, thankfully I didn't.

Did I mention that prior to coming in I'd done my make up?
Yes, yes I did.
My theory through the whole pregnancy was if I look better I will feel better.
Did my theory work out?
No idea.
Would I do it again?
Yes.

Anyway, back to the story.
When we got to the Delivery Suite we were taken to our delivery room. I collapsed on the bed and asked for pain relief and an anti emetic. The midwife promised she would be back and five minutes later she returned to do my admission.

Basically my admission involved me writhing around on the bed and tensing up, this is how I'd been dealing with the pain up until that moment. My midwife told me to relax, which was what I was trying to do I just had no concept of how to - all I could think about was the pain. 

Then I focused on a spot in the room and breathed.
Big, deep, concentrated breaths.
I'd found my way to relax through contractions. I was by no means pain free but I was focusing and not tensing up.

With my admission completed my midwife left the room to get me my sweet, sweet salvation.
Pain relief come to me!
Anti emetic come to me!
She returned a few minutes later with a dose of Morphine and some Zofran. A couple of jabs later and she was out of the room, but not before telling me to get some sleep.

It must have been about 4am when Hamish and I were finally alone. Just Hamish, myself and the contractions. The Morphine helped a little, not drastically, but enough to take a bit of the edge off. To be honest I think my breathing helped the most. As soon as a contraction came on (which was every 15 minutes almost to the dot) I'd pick a focus point and breath, breath, breath. Not fast, not to slow, just steady and deep.

In between contractions I'd get up and walk around, go to the toilet, change my pad which was becoming more and more blood and fluid stained and look at Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Anything to get my mind off things. I drank lots of water too, water spiked with Bickford's Lime Cordial which I had the sense to pack. Yes, I packed a bottle of cordial the sweet tang was so nice and made drinking easier. 

The Morphine only lasted a couple of hours and in that time the contractions became stronger. I pushed through by breathing and concentrating. If anyone had of looked in on the room they probably would have thought I was going mad. Hamish managed to get some sleep on the massive armchair in the room while all of this was going on. I didn't sleep. It just wasn't going to happen. 

At around 8am my obstetrician came and said he was going to break my waters and commence Oxytocin. The final two steps for my induction. There is nothing private about labour. The midwives try very hard to maintain your dignity but really, at the end of the day everybody is fiddling around down there. You don't care though, as long as everything is progressing the way it should and there are no problems, then you just do not care. 

So my obstetrician went to business downstairs and first checked to see how dilated I was - 4cm. I was almost half way and I had no idea. Amazing. Then he broke my waters in the process pulling some of Orlando's hair out. He put it onto my right arm so I could see it. All of a sudden there was a part of him - outside of me. A few little dark brown hairs about an inch long. Amazing.  

There was no gush of water when they were broken, no flooding of the room. I had kind of suspected they had broken earlier because my pads were always soaked but when my OB said he was breaking them I expected the Niagra Falls to come crashing down. I asked my obstetrician afterwards if they had already broken and he said they most likely had.

After my waters 'broke' my obstetrician then needed to put an IV into my right hand for the Oxytocin. A tiny sting and the cannula was in and ready for the medication. I was warned then that the contractions would probably become much stronger and more frequent very quickly. I'll be honest, it put the fear of God in me. The contractions were already painful, cramping period pain like someone was pushing a massive, wide ice pick into my pelvic area. How could they possibly get worse?

Just after the Oxytocin went up the wrath of a thousand suns all of a sudden rained down on me. If I thought the contractions were bad before they were epic now. I'd read somewhere that a contraction was akin to 20 bones breaking in your body at the same time. How someone came up with this I have NO idea. It's not like 20 bones breaking in your body. I've really got nothing to compare the pain to - there is nothing like it that I've ever experienced. Naturally, I asked for more pain relief. This time the midwife gave me Pethidine and suggested the gas, it was also suggested that maybe I think about an epidural. 

I'd been vehemently opposed to an epidural. It's not for me I said, why would I want a needle in my back. So I was more than happy to give the gas a go but refused the epidural. 

The gas is delivered through a tube that you suck on. I had to breath in one big deep breath and then exhale equally during a contraction. 
It made me feel so, so sick. 
It was awful.
I think I tried to have it through maybe 10 contractions but I just couldn't do it. When I first put the mask on Hamish was convinced that it would work really well for me - it failed miserably. 

With the gas not working and the Pethidine and Morphine not holding my pain I finally gave in. Apart from when Orlando was actually born this was the only time I cried. I was so, so, so tired. I'd been awake for over 24 hours, I was exhausted. I was in tears and said to the midwife that I didn't want to have an epidural, I wanted to do it all with as little intervention as possible. Physically though, my body just couldn't do it anymore. The contractions were too strong, so strong and I didn't have the strength to deal with them. All I wanted to do was sleep for a thousand years but that was not an option. So, in tears and with a feeling like I was giving up I gave in and said yes to the epidural.

It was the best birthing decision I made.

The midwives left the room to organise the anaesthetist and came back 2 minutes later to say he would be up straight away to put it in.

Literally 5 minutes later my amazing, amazing anaesthetist was in my room. He said he would put the epidural in and then I would be able to SLEEP. Hearing this was like angels singing. He explained things very clearly to both myself and Hamish and then left the room to prepare for the procedure.

To Be Continued....  

Labour Story 3

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Before the epidural went in I had to finally get undressed and put a hospital gown on. Up until this moment I was still wearing an old long grey singlet and an old cotton kaftan. Comfort clothing. My underpants had long been abandoned when my obstetrician broke my waters. Joy, oh joy there was no pad down below just an absorbent piece of paper, like a drape, which sat under me. The midwives would change this regularly as it would get pretty uncomfortably soaked very quickly, giving birth really isn't glamorous. When I finally got off the bed after Orlando was born I realised how much blood there must have been, not that I saw it in it's entirety, but I saw enough.

My darling midwives helped me with my IV lines to thread my tops and my bra off and put my gown on. Looking back that was the last time I was in bed without a bra - I miss those days! 

Then the anaesthetist was back. He told me to sit on the edge of the bed and curl my spine over. Then he started prepping my back for the insertion of the epidural.  

While all this was happening I was having the most crushing, extremely deep, kneading pain. It was excruciating. But there was a light at the end of the tunnel, my epidural. My focus at that stage was literally the epidural and breathing through the contractions. Hamish stood in front of me and I gripped onto his hands like my life depended on it cutting off all the circulation while a contraction was in full swing. Oh my darling Hamish, I couldn't have done it without him. There was no yelling at him or swearing, he was my rock through labour. Neither of us really knew what to do but at the same time he knew exactly what to do. Amazing. 

The anaesthetist told me he would put the epidural in between contractions but first he had to numb the area with a local anaesthetic. I'll tell you now, I didn't feel a thing. Not the anaesthetic, not the epidural going in - nothing. One minute I was squeezing the life out of Hamish's hands as a contraction ended, the next I was sitting while the epidural went in and then another contraction came on and the procedure was over. The anaesthetist and my midwives helped me lay down and then he left the room to write his notes and get some ice to check the level of the epidural and if it had worked. 

This is where it didn't go so well. The anaesthetist returned to the room to check my dermatome levels. I could still feel the ice, it wasn't a strong feeling but it was there and the contractions were getting worse. He decided he needed to take the epidural out and go in again and also insert a spinal block. I told him to do what he needed to do, do anything to take the pain away and he promised to do it quickly.

I've got to say that at this point the pain had hit it's pinnacle. There is nothing I can write to reiterate how bad it was at this stage, I'm not going to sugar coat it. Everyone is different and dear God I admire a woman that can make it past this point with no pain relief or even just injections or gas. Hats off to you because there is no way I could. It was at this time that I started telling Hamish I couldn't do it anymore, I just couldn't. He said he was so proud of me and knew I could do it but no amount of his encouragement and love could over power the physical pain I was experiencing.

The anaesthetist returned to the room and I asked him to please hurry, begged him to do it quickly. I remember gripping on to Hamish's hands as the next contraction started to set in thinking I was going to die. At that point I literally thought I would die. 

But I didn't.

The second epidural went in, then the spinal block and almost instantly the pain was gone. The words "thank you" kept tumbling out of my mouth the gratitude I had for the anaesthetist was so immense. Hamish said you could see the stars and love hearts flying out of my eyes, my anaesthetist was my hero. He left the room once again to write his notes and the midwives helped me lay down, this time I was ready to sleep. The anaesthetist came in one last time and apologised profusely for the problem with the first epidural. He didn't need to though, he did everything right. The epidural was working to an extent but not nearly enough to give me the pain relief I needed. Then he told me to sleep and left the room. Finally it was quiet.

We must have been in a deep sleep for a half an hour when my obstetrician and midwives came back to the room to check on me. An examination down below, a change of the absorbent paper to freshen me up and I was told that in an hour and a half I would start pushing.

What??!
Pushing?!
When did this happen and how did I get to this point?!

I was too excited but knew I had to sleep. So everyone left the room, except Hamish and we slept. A whole beautiful hour and a half of sleep. All of a sudden it was 1pm and the widwives were back in the room, my obstetrician was coming back at 2 and they were going to start my pushing before he arrived. 

It was all very quick. One moment I was asleep, the next I was getting ready to push. I asked Hamish to get the Chicken-In-A-Biscuits I had brought so I could eat some crackers and also asked the midwives for some ginger ale. I was pretty nauseous again at this stage and very spaced out from all the medication. Heaven knows why I thought Chicken-In-A-Biscuit would be a good idea, I don't even eat them normally. Nevertheless I had a couple of biscuits and a big drink of dry ginger ale and I was ready to push. 

To Be Continued.... 

*I'm sorry the posts have been broken up it's A) because I find it easier to write just a part of the story, it's hard juggling a baby/house/blog and B) I want to write the story in detail so I can look back on it and remember exactly what happened. Thank you for putting up with the "To Be Continued" endings. xox

Labour Story 4

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Did I mention that my whole left leg was basically dead from the epidural? No? It was dead. Dead as a door knob, or nail, or whatever the saying is. I couldn't move it. At one stage I was rubbing it and all of a sudden thought I was touching a midwives arm which gave me such a fright. So my dead left leg and my semi-compośe right leg were bent at the knees, I was finally in pushing position. 

One of the midwives had to hold my left foot in place otherwise my whole leg would have just given way. The nurse that held my leg was my main pushing coach. She told me to push like I was on the toilet, opening my bowels - lovely! So that's what I did. Now you've got to remember I was very spaced out and the epidural meant I could literally feel nothing down there. The only sensation I had was a slight pressure, but no pain. So I focused on the pressure and pushed. It was honestly the weirdest non feeling/feeling. I knew something was happening because the midwives were encouraging and told me that there was progress. Not being able to see probably didn't help, but I wouldn't have wanted the visual anyway. Some women use a mirror to help see and therefore focus on their pushes, this was not for me. I could call it phantom pushing, it was happening, I was doing it but I couldn't feel it. 

As soon as a contraction came on I had to push. I knew I was having a contraction because I would have a sensation comparable to heavy butterflies dancing in my pelvis. That's literally what it felt like. The butterflies didn't hurt, not one bit, they just, danced. My midwives also knew I was having a contraction because it would show up on the monitor. Yes, the monitor was still on measuring my contractions and monitoring Orlando's heartbeat, it stayed on until after I'd given birth. So every single time I started to feel the butterflies the midwives would then tell me to push and off I would go.

I had to take a deep breath, hold it, put my chin to my chest and push, push, push until they told me to stop. Then exhale and take a big breath in again, chin to chest and push, push, push. At one stage I had a massive vomit and with that vomit the spaced out feeling that was engulfing me dissipated straight away. It was such a relief to feel "normal" again. 

The time between 1pm and 2pm when my obstetrician came back went very quickly. One minute I was faux pushing. The next he was in the room asking the midwives to get stirrups so I could put my legs up. Despite all the technology that buzzes around hospitals when you give birth the good old stirrups are still used. So with my legs in the archaic stirrups it was time to listen to my obstetrician.

If there was ever a instance for me to do what I was told, it was now. My obstetrician told me exactly when to push and precisely when to stop to try and avoid tearing. Yes, tearing. It does happen and really it's the least of your worries at this stage. I'd have to say most girl's I know who've given birth have had a tear, unfortunately it's almost part and parcel. 


So I pushed away, it would have been an hour, around 3pm when all of a sudden my obstetrician said "put your hands down here and feel the top of his head, come on". I started reaching down and all of a sudden I could feel a tiny, kind of round, very bumpy, slimy, hairy head. My stars! What a strange, strange thing to feel. The situation was rapidly becoming more and more surreal yet real at the same time. Everything was finally coming together.

There was more pushing. There was always more pushing and more encouraging. Hamish, the midwives everyone kept telling me that I was doing a fantastic job. More pushing, more pushing, push, push, push. 

Then it happened. 


My obstetrician said "quick, quick get your baby" and I reached down to a tiny, slippery set of shoulders and pulled my little darling Orlando out into the world and onto my chest.

Here he was, my slip of a human, our baby boy.

He didn't cry at first, he just nuzzled into my chest then after a few seconds his announcement into this world, his cry, started. Hamish was crying, I was crying, Orlando was crying. What a hopeless, ecstatic, loved up mess we were. That cry has slowly changed since the day he was born but I'll never forget the first time I heard it.

When his daddy held him, he opened his little eyes. Oh my God to look into his eyes. Words cannot explain the swell of love that I felt in my chest. Here he was, staring, at his daddy.

In 24 hours we had gone from a couple to a family of 3. I cannot explain to you how blessed and in love we felt. It was overwhelming and it was at this point that the real adventure began.







And that's the end of my labour story. 
Thank you so much for sticking around and reading all the parts. 
I've started writing about what happened afterwards already. 
Are you interested in reading about it?
If people are I will post it, maybe I've bored you with birthing stories though :/ :/ :/

Let me know in the comments!

xox

Something Light

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Well, the past few posts have been quite heavy so I think it's time for some light stuff.

I've recently had a few more likes on the blog's Facebook page all because Mez said something on her page.
She is basically my momager now.
If you would like to be a part of Facebook Blithely Unaware you can find the page here. I'm using it more and more and updating with exclusive content that you won't see on the blog.


I cooked this basically everyday last week, it's the best salad for these hot summer days.

Best Salad

1/2 chicken breast (chop sprig rosemary and zest half lemon rub onto breast with some oil)
1/4 can chickpeas
1/4 avocado
1/2 pomegranate
1/2 orange
Rocket
Lemon

Griddle pan fry breast or bbq it
Chuck everything in a bowl
Dress with squeeze of lemon


See this mobile, I'm trying to find one like it but with more pieces hanging from it. Considering making it like Peep My Style (my favourite interiors/style blog) did here. Argh, but do I really have the time?! 
Claudia please make me one!!!!


Finally, this hat was purchased the other day (thank you Hamish for my new chapeau!) because of Instagram Instigators.
In Caribbean Crush you can buy yours here
It promptly instigated M from A Minute Away From Snowing (one of 2 Tumblrs I check daily) to buy it.
Ha!
I wonder who will buy it next, you?

And that's it for some Tuesday housekeeping!

Any good salad recipes/salad recipe books I should get?
Seen any mobiles like the one I pictured?
Any hot tips for where I can buy a black and white chevron rug that doesn't cost a song?
Do you wear hats in summer?




Basically Crack Salad w/ Frank Ocean

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I'm finding it hard to write the next bit of the labour story, I've got it in pieces but it's not pulling together.
So bare with me while I post about other random things.


We made this the other night to have with steak and homemade BBQ sauce.
The original recipe was in the latest summer edition of Delicious.
It is basically crack salad.
I'm addicted to this... we are having it 3 nights this week... I could have it every night but I'm too scared I will get sick of it.
These photos have fennel in them (we made it again the next night).
Don't put fennel in, it doesn't need fennel, it's perfection without it.



Basically Crack Salad

Rocket
2 Sprigs fresh Tarragon
Corn on the cob
1/2 Avocado
Smoked sea salt flakes or normal sea salt
1/2 Lemon
Olive Oil

Remove leaves from Tarragon sprigs and chop them up good and proper

Cut Avocado into little pieces which is really annoying to do, just do your best.

Steam corn or cook it on the bbq or in a griddle pan
Cut corn off cob

In a bowl combine rocket, Tarragon, corn, Avocado.
Squeeze lemon over it, splash of olive oil, pinch of salt.
Mix

Die and go to salad heaven

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


Sorry about the shitty iPhone photos
And for not spinning the last one around
:/ :/ :/

Listen to Frank Ocean while you are making this!!!



On Breastfeeding - Baby Chronicles

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There appears to be a plethora of talk going on about breastfeeding at the moment.
The "issues" with it for mother, baby and the general public.
Some of it's bordering on ridiculous, other comments are funny yet crass (show us ya tits sexy!).
I thought I'd share my experience thus far with breast feeding.

My first attempt at feeding Orlando happened about 2 hours after he was born. The midwife had been milling around the room, tidying things up, making sure I was getting feeling back in my leg, checking on Orlando. She asked me if I was ready to feed and I remember being SO nervous about it but saying yes.

So the midwife helped my numb leg and I sit up in bed properly with more pillows giving me the right support. Then she went to the hospital issue baby bassinet and brought my little man to me. In the meantime I managed to get my breast out. Apart from that I had no idea what to do.

It's probably important that I point out a minor indiscretion. You see, Hamish and I, well, we didn't attend our last parenting class. The breastfeeding class. I know, I know. It was such a gorgeous sunny day we got fish and chips and took the dog to the park for a picnic. We are terrible.

"I'll be fine" I said....

Famous last words.

So with our completely lack of breastfeeding knowledge here I was with my rather large breast and my rather tiny baby attempting a feed. The midwife rubbed my nipple against his mouth. Nothing. Nothing at all. 

"I'm not interested in what you're offering me Mamma, you can put that thing away."

Again with the up and down stroking across his little pursed lips. Nothing. A silent protest at our inability to make it to the last parenting class perhaps?

So the midwife told me she was going to try and milk some colostrum out of my breast. For those of you who don't know colostrum is like the Dom Perignon of the breastfeeding world. The number one, super high in nutrients, best of the breast. To my surprise it was a honey colour (probably would have learnt that in the class Merowyn). The midwife managed to get a drop or two out. Hooray!

Now it wasn't easy street getting that drop or two out. It HURT. Pinch and squeeze, you have to be quite ruthless. Nevertheless, the midwife milked the drops out onto a spoon and then tried to give them to Orlando.

Again with the "hell no, I'm not drinking that!"

In the end she forced his mouth open gently and managed to get the two drops in. I could feel his mind huffing and puffing at the audacity of being forced to eat.

My midwife reassured me once again that it would all be ok and I would get the hang of it. I honestly felt like a failure though, I'd failed at probably the single most important thing a mother can do - feeding your child.

So this went on for the next 24 hours. Attempting to get Orlando to feed. Him refusing, FLAT refusing and me having to express these tiny drops of colostrum which had to be forced into him.

It was painful for he and I and so, so frustrating. 

Then the jaundice started appearing.

My poor little man, our sweet little darling was going a rather fluro shade of yellow.

Because he hadn't fed properly in the first 24 hours he hadn't been able to flush out the excess bilirubin in his blood. I was at my wits end, how was I meant to get the bilirubin out of him if he wouldn't feed?! 

My amazing midwife came into the room and discussed with us Orlando's lack of feeding and how important it was to flush the bilirubin out. It was decided that I would hand express and then pump and give him what I'd pumped plus a formula top up.

This triple feeding system was tiring. It took somewhere between 1.5 - 2 hours to do the whole feed in total. Including nappy changes which came thick and fast. That was the good thing, he had excellent output so we knew his system was getting flushed.

During this time an angel came our way, in the form of the lactation nurse. Oh. My. Stars.

I was having so much difficulty getting him to attach to my breast, it was so much harder than I ever imagined. In my head I'd thought I was going to be one of those mothers that just had it come naturally. It wasn't going to be that way though. 

The lactation nurse showed me how to hold my breast "like a juicy burger" and with some stimulation against Orlando's lips they opened then I would literally shove him onto my nipple.

The first few times he didn't do anything. Then he finally caved and gave me a couple of sucks. The process started over again, burger, tease, shove, suck, suck. Finally he was doing what he was meant to.

I was elated, Hamish was elated. Orlando, well, I guess he was elated.

The first few sucks, I've got to admit, for at least the first few weeks were painful. Almost stinging. But after those initial sucks it didn't hurt.

So we persisted with the triple feeding, the exhausting, painful triple feeding. Orlando rewarded us by throwing up his milk and formula very, very often. But we kept going.

In short after his time under the Miami Lights and with the triple feeding he got better.

We didn't have a breast pump and had to top up feed with pumped milk when we got home. So we literally went and bought the pump, steriliser, warmer, bottles, teets and milk bags the day we came home. 

I think that introducing the bottle so early has meant we've had no problems along the way. He takes it very easily now. The top up feeding has long finished but I try to express daily and have a supply available. It means Hamish can have a go feeding him (and I can have a break) when he gets home from work. 

It also means I can feed him when I'm out and not have to breastfeed in public. I just don't feel comfortable breastfeeding in public. Yes, I've done it. Once at the child and maternal centre and once at our friend's restaurant (we were seated in a sectioned off area). It's just not something I feel comfortable doing. At the same time I feel guilty pulling out a bottle.

I swear you're dammed if you do you're dammed if you don't. People will be armchair critics no matter what you do. OH! She's using a BOTTLE! OH! She's BREASTFEEDING IN PUBLIC! It's crazy the unspoken/spoken pressure there is on mammas who are just trying to make sure their baby is being fed.

So I just do what I need to do now. Yes, that includes formula sometimes. We bought the formula when we left hospital incase we needed it and we use it, honestly I'd say 4 times a week. Again, it means Hamish can feed and it's a lot easier to take formula when we go out than breast milk which is so fragile.

There I go again, justifying how I feed my baby. But it works for us and we are a happy little unit for it. Instead of me stressing about getting my breast out and using a cover or what not I just use a bottle. Instead of Hamish never having a part of feeding Orlando we use formula occasionally and express milk as well. 

It was hard enough getting Orlando to feed in the first place. I'm all for smooth sailing now (if we can try for it!). I hope all the new mums out there don't feel pressure like I have/do it's ridiculous and so unnecessary. Do what you feel is right - you rule your roost!

Here's to happy full tummy babies no matter how it's done.




Cake's The Word

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This bad boy was whipped up last Friday for Hamish's dad.
I doubled the recipe to make the cake higher, when I baked it the last time it was somewhat... flat.
The cake was also meant to be more like an upside down cake with raspberries on top, I ditched that idea and went with lime cream cheese frosting instead. 
The original recipe had twice the amount of sugar, don't get me wrong I'm not a NO SUGAR EVER EVER EVER person but I just felt like 330g of sugar was all a little bit out of control.
I mean, that's almost half a kilo of sugar - get out of town.
It worked just fine with the reduced sugar.
The frosted cherries can be done with sugar syrup if you don't fancy using egg whites.




Lemon + Coconut Cake 
w/ Lime Cream Cheese Frosting 
+ Frosted Cherries

Adapted from The Australian Women's Weekly Cakebaking book - Raspberry, Coconut and lime cake.

320g room temperature butter
4 eggs
4 Tablespoons lemon juice
2 Teaspoons lemon zest
3/4 Cup caster sugar
2 Cup self-raising flour (sifted) 
2 2/4 Cup desiccated coconut

20 Cherries
1 Egg White
or
1/2 Cup sugar syrup
1/2 Cup castor sugar

Twin pack Philadelphia Cream Cheese at room temperature
Juice 1 lime
Zest 1 lime
1/4 cup icing sugar (more if desired)


Pre heat oven 180 degrees
Grease cake tin

In bowl cream sugar and butter
Add one egg at a time with flour, coconut and sugar.
Combine all ingredients until fluffy
Spread mix into cake tin and bake for hour and half
Allow to cool then ice

Combine cream cheese, lime juice, lime zest and sugar until smooth.
Spread over cooled cake

Using a clean paintbrush paint each cherry with egg white or sugar syrup and then dip into sugar until coated
Place in the middle of the cake

Serve as is or with vanilla whipped cream





First 2 Months: 10 things I would be LOST without

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I have had so many people ask me about what I use for Orlando.
What works best, what we use the most of, quantities, etc, etc.
So I thought it would be good to write a post about what I'm using which works really well for me/what I would be completely LOST without.


1. Love To Dream Swaddle
Orlando will RARELY go to sleep easily unless he is swaddled be it wrapped or in a sleeping bag.
I can change Orlando's nappy by just unzipping from the bottom therefore not disturbing him at night.
On 40 degree days I put him in his bag with just his nappy on, it works really well and I think better than a wrap is it's just one layer of "wrapping".
I would recommend having 3 because you have to wash them so often.
The bag is said to help prevent SIDS.
Buy yours here or at places like Baby Bunting.


2. Swaddle Technique
I wrote about it here.


3. White Noise Giraffe
If Orlando stirs and he needs to sleep more I put this on and he (fingers crossed) goes back to sleep.
We have been having him self settle from day dot and we put this on, leave the room, and all things going to plan he fusses for a moment then zones out to the shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
IT HELPS BLOCK OUT HAMISH'S SNORING... his snoring disturbs Orlando and annoys the beejeebus out of me.
Buy yours here or again at places like Baby Bunting.


4. Angel Care AC1100 Video + Movement Monitor
I know this is way out of budget for a lot of people but if you can afford it or know a kind soul that will buy it for you then get it.
It has beeped at night twice (that I know of) to make Orlando breathe/move.
We can watch him/hear him from the monitor so when he is self settling if the cries are persistent/needy we know he's not ready to sleep and we go in. 
On the other hand if he is just having a tired cry we know we can leave him.
It has night vision so we can see him in the dark.
We know the temperature in the room which is so good for deciding what he will wear to bed/if it's too hot/cold. (19 degrees is the "perfect" temperature for a baby)
I could go on and on about this monitor
Buy it here.

5. Bath Support
Believe it or not I don't have 5 arms and 20 hands.
Bathing Orlando can be difficult, at least with the bath support I have 2 hands free to wash him.
The support holds his head out of the bath without me having to have my hand under it.
NEVER LEAVE YOUR BABY ALONE/ALWAYS KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR BABY IN WATER.
Buy it here.



6. Ikea Face Washers
Oh my stars, you need 3 packs of these.
Even with 3 packs and regular washing sometimes we get super low with clean/ready stock.
These are burp cloths, vomit rags, have cleaned up poo explosions, wiped up urine on the change table - everything.
They wash really, really well.
I keep 5 in the nappy bag, always take one on a walk, have them in my top bedside draw, stuffed in the glove box - I hide them everywhere.
Find them here.




7. Big Softies Cotton Nappies
Again I use these to line the moses basket, pram, clean up massive poo explosions, lay on the ground when we are out etc, etc. 
They have saved me SO many times when Orlando has blown out his nappy, just do the major clean up with one of these and everything goes in the bin.
They are cheap so I don't feel guilty throwing them out.
Keep them close to the change table!
You can buy them from Target.


8. Bumbo Seat
This is awesome, we've just started using it in the past few weeks and Orlando LOVES it.
He can "sit" with us at the dining table and sits up in his seat when I'm doing things leaving me hands free.
Buy yours here.



9. iCandy Jogger Pram
Look, each pram to their own but this one is bomb dot com for us.
We literally took it to the back of the park where the naughty kids go the other week and drove it over branches and grass and down a completely unmade path.
Orlando slept the whole time, the big, bouncy wheels coped with all the bumps really well.
If you don't have a park with sandy paths/want to take the pram over grass and sticks and rocks then you probably don't need this. 
If going off road is your style then take this pram into consideration.
Find it here.


10. Sakura Bloom Baby Sling
This is another item I've just started using (purely because I was being too lazy to figure it out).
I first read about it on Day Book Blog.
Orlando loves it and falls asleep in it. 
It looks beautiful (well I think it does).
It's actually very easy to use haahahaha despite my initial brain freeze at it.
Find it here.

That's it for my top 10 could-not live-without-in-the-first-two-months baby stuff.

Hopefully this helps the people that have been asking.

xox



A Growth Spurt Kind Of Day (Baby Chronicles)

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I'd like to preface this by saying I love, love, love being a mother.
The past 1/2 an hour has been spent laying on the big bed with Orlando chatting, cooing and smiling - there is nothing better on this earth than moments like these.
Things have been pretty relentless this week though.
So bare with me while I have a pity party for one.




Everyday at 0600, since Tuesday morning, I've had a second wind, a gust of positivity that it's a new day and I can push on through.
We've said hello to midnight and yes to a midnight snack at 2400 then again at 2am, 4am and 530am.

As I sit nursing Orlando I watch the black night sky turn into a subdued Tiffany Blue, the day begins.
This is my morning ritual where I listen to the birds, nature's music, letting me know it's another day,
another day.
I feel invigorated - I can do this.
Orlando goes onto the tummy time mat so he can coo away at the owls under the watchful eye of daddy.
On goes my invisible Wonder Woman cape as the Nespresso Machine whirrs away - an espresso and latte for Hamish, a latte for me.
I ask Hamish if he wants breakfast and whip up some pretty average looking eggs on toast, sometimes I wonder why he bothers to eat half of what I produce.
My Kitchen Rules eat your heart out.
Then it's time for a play and a story with Orlando imagine if we were deep in the jungle....
Before I know it Hamish has long left the building, my coffee has been downed in one mouthful and Orlando is yawning and ready to be put down again.
Some rocking, a made up song which more often than not makes no sense, gentle pats and he's off to sleep.

Time for my breakfast, I unload the washing machine, hang the washing out, unload the dishwasher.... house work.
There is always house work.
I literally cannot live in a mess so it has to be done as soon as humanly possible. 
Hamish thinks I'm crazy when I tell him the house is in shambles.
I am crazy, but a tidy home is a tidy heart or whatever the saying is.
That 'saying' is a complete fragment of my imagination, please don't quote it.
Orlando wakes up literally to the dot an hour later.
Time for another feed, then a play, another story, more songs and lots of chats and smiles.
I live for Orlando's smiles.
A soothing bath is thrown into the mix where we chat a little bit more and he thrills in frightening me half to death by peeing into the air mid conversation (all of a sudden it APPEARS) this is always followed up by the cutest of grins.
Bless.
Then he gets a baby massage of his soft little legs, feet, tootsies, arms and back all to the soothing tinkle of Brahm's Lullaby courtesy of his mobile.

Normally he would then go back to sleep after some pats and rocking but the past few days he has had different ideas.
The cries came, strong and relentless.
I try laying him on his side and patting him, holding him and patting him, singing, white noise, nappy check, sleep suit, a suckle (hell NO crazy lady I do NOT want a drink)... I try it all.
His crying stops and then starts again, stops then starts.
Eventually he relaxes and goes to sleep.
But only for an hour, maybe 2 if I'm very, very lucky.
Then it's time for more food and the cycle goes on.

A growth spurt isn't gentle on a baby and it's just not kind at all on a mamma.
Orlando's has been going on since midnight Monday and I'm hoping that it stops today otherwise, my child and maternal nurse said - it's time to lay down the law.
I'm exhausted times a million, trillion.
Usually he sleeps from 7pm until 3am with a small midnight snack then he isn't up again until 6.
But not this week.
Thank GOD coffee doesn't effect him because I'm clocking two cups a day at the moment.
I'd murder someone for a Coke right now but if I disrupt the 'pattern' we've got going on it could possibly make things worse.

Yesterday I made the outlandish decision to have some lunch before Mother's Group and started boiling water for ramen.
I went to lift Orlando out of his Bumbo seat and there was poo, everywhere.
Needless to say it was another bath for him, another shower for me and there was no ramen to be had.

...........................

At night I hear cicadas singing away, signalling for windows to be thrown open so cool air can make it's way through the house.
It's that sweet moment in time after Hamish and I have sat down to dinner, just before I start the ironing and an evening breast pump.
This is when I get my third wind - I can do this, make it through the night, get everything done, have a happy baby, tidy home and happy Hamish.
The cycle continues.
I can do this.


Putting A Bounce In My Step

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Just a huge, huge thank you to everyone here, on Twitter, Facebook, the texts, emails - thank you SO much for your support yesterday it means the world to me.
I honestly felt so much more empowered from reading everyone's kind words.


So, Orlando slept last night from 7pm until 1am then did his weird 0430 wake up, back to sleep at 5, up again at 0545... at which stage I gave him to Hamish and he looked after him until he left for work.
BLESS YOUR COTTON SOCKS HAMISH!!!

So riddle me this mammas and pappas, how do I get him to stop this 0430/0545 nonsense? 
Oh, then he will sleep again at 7 wake up for 2 hours and crash out again but properly. 
Note, despite having a good feed at 0130 he has another good one at 0430..... HELP!
The child and maternal health nurse said to try and settle him again but he just won't stand for it. 
How do I get him out of this pattern?


Valentines day is fast approaching, are you going to do some baking?
These red velvet cakes are ALWAYS a major hit, this Magnolia Bakery recipe is bomb dot com.
The cakes always turn out vivid, bright red on the inside unlike other recipes where they are brown or dark red.
I published the recipe here.

So:
How do I get Orlando out of his silly morning ritual?
Will you bake for Valentines day?
What are your weekend plans?



Chill Baby Chill

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It's going to be hot in Melbourne this weekend, I'll be venturing out for Mez's baby shower.
Oh my stars I'm excited and can't wait to see her new place!!

If you are out or if you only go out for one thing go here, the Spring St Grocer aka Gelato and Ice Cream heaven.
The FROMAGE HEAVEN and DELICATTESEN HEAVEN aren't open yet.
You can be guaranteed that when they do I'll be down there throwing my clams on the counter buying delicious goodies for my gob.


We went after our love day dinner yesterday, we had lemon, watermelon and mint, chocolate, salted caramel, Frangelico, Pistachio... oh mannnnnn I can't remember the other flavours. 

All the cool flavours had sold out :( :( :(

Anyway, get your cabooses down there.




Wish I could show you guys what I bought Mez's bebe... maybe I can take a photo and show you after.
Hopefully she lets me blog the day!!!!

Hope you all have a gorgeous weekend, stay cool!!

xox

Mamma & Baby Internet Shopping Sites

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I seem to bookmark a LOT of websites to help me with buying things for Boo and myself.
If you're anything like me you forget to bookmark things then spend ages trying to remember, or not remember what they are.

Here is a list of some of my favourites and what I use them for.

Hopefully someone will find this helpful!

Mamma Shopping




Hatch Maternity

www.queenbee.com.au 
For all, ALL your maternity clothes and lingerie. They have next day shipping and easy returns. They stock a brand called NOPPIES their jeans are FABULOUS, I've lived in my pair. The thing that makes them different is they have a band that goes ALL the way over your bump - so comfortable!

www.hatchcollection.com
For designer maternity wear that you can pull off pre/during/post bump. It's a little more $$ but such great quality and classic tailoring. WARNING: Their delivery takes ages!!! Around couple of weeks & it's expensive, Shopbop carries a small selection of the range now w/ 3 day delivery and it's free. Go to their blog for gorgeous pregnancy inspiration. 

www.shopbop.com
This really goes without saying. The holy grail. Maternity spanx, baby bags, scarves to use for covering up while boob feeding. The lot! My SIL told me today to get a few pairs of maternity spanx for postpartum, she said it will hold everything in, helps with bladder control, make you feel more secure when your wearing ridiculously huge maternity pads.


www.asos.com and www.topshop.com
These go without saying really. Cheap, cheerful maternity wear. Depending on if you pay or not free or express delivery. Fashion forward. 


Baby Shopping




Skip Hop @ The Iconic

www.seedheritage.com.au
I'm so obsessed with Seed. I really need to get a grip but seriously they have GREAT gifts for babies/newborns. This where I get my steady supply of bunnies for my girlfriends that are having babies. 

www.yoox.com
For your designer (think Burberry, Dior, Ralph Lauren etc) stuff at a discount. It's still pricey, I guess it's important to remember they grow SO quick!!! They do have gorgeous toys on here though.

www.theiconic.com.au
Low and behold they have Skip Hop here and Cheap Monday for kids.. so many great brands. Quick shipping and AU based. Perfection!

www.lovetodream.com.au
The BEST swaddles. Oraganic and normal. Great swaddle bags at great prices. Quick delivery and AU based.

www.minibots.com.au
Just the coolest, coolest kids stuff. Pricey but super cool, great for gifts! 

www.babytrain.com.au andwww.babybunting.com.au
These sites really speak for themselves, baby supermarket/one stop shoppes! But be careful often you can find things the same cheaper at target, e.g: singlets!!!!

www.target.com.au
They have a large selection of their baby stuff online, including organic/bamboo swaddles, bibs, Bonds suits etc... arrange delivery or in store pickup! Easy!!!

www.bonds.com.au
Look out for their online baby/maternity sales!


Yoox


Would you guys like it if I had a sidebar tab for 'baby/mamma' things that had links to my lists etc?

Hope you've got gorgeous plans for the weekend, I plan on going to Bunnings and eating a sausage hahaahahahahaaa

If you can think of sites to add to this list PLEASE let me know and I will add them!!!!


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