Holiday expectations 

So here I am on holiday in France and I can’t say we’ve had the best start to the holiday. We’ve had an unsettled and grumpy baby. She’s been difficult to get to eat or drink and we’re back to breastfeeding in the day just to get fluids in her. This seems to have helped and she now seems more settled. The only problem is now……

…..Ian and I are ill. We’ve had diarrhoea and vomiting. (Sorry if that’s too much). Luckily Ian had started to feel better as I was going down with it so Beatrice had someone to keep her happy but she has been an angel and amazing. The hard part of holidays is that we don’t have the back up of friends or family to help with Beatrice if we’re too ill and we don’t have home comforts. 

We’re lucky enough to have an amazing network of friends and family to pray for us and give advice where needed. But one thing I’ve learnt from all of this is to have no expectations for holidays. Some tips I’ve had from people are below: 

– Don’t try and stick to your baby routine as there is no way they’ll keep it particularly with a time change.

– Be relaxed and don’t try and pack your holiday full of sightseeing. Babies like to move and car seats and pushchairs don’t allow that. 

– Let them eat whatever they want as long as they eat something. 

– Use bottled water. Yes it’s not free or good for plastic consumption but if it stops upset tummies and discomfort from different water then it’s worth it. 

– And finally work as a team. Yes it’s a family holiday but no one will be happy or rested if you’re both constantly with your child. Take it in turns to give each other a break and baby free time for some of the day. 

Hopefully this will help others in our sucky situation. And let’s pray Beatrice doesn’t come down with wherever we have. Give yourself a break and you’ll find just relaxing and enjoying doing nothing is so much more fun. Particularly with a baby.  Happy baby = happy parents

What is going on?!

It’s easy to feel overwhelmed at the minute with the news. I dread turning it on each day. So much death and destruction. Manchester and London attacks. Bombings in Tehran and yet more civilian deaths in Syrian fighting. Then add to that the awful fire in the flats in London. The pain I feel for the things these people are going through is nowhere near the pain they are experiencing. I can’t imagine what they are going through. 

It scares me to think that this is the world my child will live in and there is nothing I can do. I turn to God and ask why. I pray that things will get better. One positive is seeing how communities pull together at times like this. It really does bring out the best in people. But one thing gets to me. Where are the social media cries for solidarity with those in the middle east suffering war and persecution?  Where are there crowdfunding campaigns and hashtags? Where is the news updates about that? 

At times like this I hold on to my little girl just that bit tighter.  I try to busy myself so I can’t hear the constant thoughts of what these people must be feeling and their pain. I try to enjoy the small things be it my daughters laugh, smile, hugs, even her tantrums and teaching her that soil isn’t for eating.  

Inconsolable

These last few days have seen my beautiful and happy little girl turn into a screaming banshee at night (and sometimes the day when tired). Her screams are those of someone who is in such distress it is heartbreaking to hear. We’re on our 3rd night now of this and yet again the husband is out walking her in her pushchair as that’s one of the only ways to get her to sleep at the minute. 

Why is she screaming? There must be some explanation?! Not that we’ve found so far.  She is teething and may be developing an ear infection (seen the GP today) but when away from her room or hey duggee is on she seems to settle. She has been kept topped up on calpol. Maybe I should throw in some ibuprofen as well. But nothing else works. She wants holding but then she screams to be down,  you put her down then she screams to be held, she wants her dummy and then doesn’t want it, she wants a feed but then doesn’t. It’s exhausting and I don’t know why a screaming baby and no sleep isn’t deemed more of a torture technique because it’s breaking me. 

I’m left with so many questions and the worst part is that I can’t help her. I don’t know what she wants,  I don’t know what’s wrong, all I know is her cries hurt me as well as her and I really hope this phases passes soon. 

Who knew growing could hurt so much? 

This last week or so my beautiful baby girl is becoming more energetic then ever. She constantly wants to be on the move which is great. Along with this new energy usage she also seems to be having a growth spurt which has led to 2-3 hour naps in the day. (Nap time is great again). But the last day or so the time around these naps has become filled with a mostly whiny and cranky child who I don’t recognise as my usual smiley baby. 

Now don’t get me wrong, we all have our bad days and children are no different but it is EXHAUSTING looking after Beatrice in these moods. Yesterday we had our first family bank holiday since I’ve been back at work. We decided to have brunch out and decide our plans for the day then. Well Beatrice had other ideas. She was desperate to be out of the highchair and had great fun with a step (who knew?). But tears quickly ensued after falling on her face and no amount of distraction or cuddles were enough for her after that. A frustrated Ian just wanted to get home and so our grouchy day continued. 

Today started well and the food shop was successfully completed. But by the time we got home it was definitely lunch and then nap time. That was great. I got to catch up on tv but upon waking from her nap Beatrice screamed. And trying to go to the loo ended up with her sat on my knee screaming whilst I used the toilet. Never thought that would happen. So I gave up and settled for cuddles and despicable me (which she enjoyed). But the meany that I am took Beatrice for her 1 year immunisations and it was heartbreaking. It is horrible. Luckily I’ve got Calpol which seems to have settled her but by the time Ian got home I definitely needed a break. 

Hopefully tomorrow will be less tiring. 

Feels like holiday

At the moment the UK and probably other areas are going through a particularly hot and lovely spell of weather! And in a desperate bid to refrain from being British I don’t want to moan about it being too hot but I’m afraid I can’t. I’m calling it,  it’s too hot! In a weeks time when it’s back to being cold and wet I’ll wish it were like this again. So for future me I’m sorry I ruined it. 

At least being a stay at home mum means I’ve been able to enjoy the weather with Beatrice in the garden and it’s a joy. I may have gone overboard and bought her a swing and a water table the other day but she is loving them, although Ian has banned me from buying her anymore toys. Luckily she hasn’t discovered our pond so I don’t have to currently worry about her always going for it (and it would be fascinating as we have 2, foot long goldfish). 

Now although we have this lovely weather and a lot of toys currently the majority of our friendship group have disappeared off to France, which is somewhat a bit lonely as I see them most days. The good thing is it’s allowed Beatrice and I to spend more time with people we may not see as often which is great! Hopefully tomorrow we can have our own little vacation with our friends coming over and some company for the little one! It turns out mummy trying to read and sunbathe doesn’t lead to a pleasant afternoon for either of us! 

I hope everyone else is able to enjoy the weather and have their own mini vacation! Stay safe in the sun!