6 Months Old

Happy half birthday my gorgeous, beautiful miracle. 26 weeks you’ve been in my life and I can’t imagine my life ever being without you in it. For 26 weeks you’ve given me purpose and fulfilment. For 26 weeks I’ve felt complete. For 26 weeks my love for you has intensified on a daily basis. You amaze and astound me everyday and everyday my heart feels like bursting. These last couple of weeks have seen your development gallop along, you seem to learn something or do something new everyday. Literally everyday!

So what have you been up to this last fortnight? Enjoying the sun and heat has been a major plus. Although we’ve learnt the hard way to take you for your walk early morning on hot days, even in the shade of your pram stripped down to your vest it’s just been too warm. I now realise our decision not to take you abroad until you’re a little older has been a good one seeing as we like to go hot when we do go away. We’d only be spending the entire time inside and we can do that at home.


You had your first visit to the Leopallooza site. Now this has to be the first time that both your parents have left this hallowed ground sober and hangover free, a miracle if you will. We were there this time to celebrate Nina’s Happy-ning (a happy christening without the Christ and one year birthday combined) There was food, drink, friends, live music and amazing activities laid on it was just a shame we couldn’t stay to experience the whole event but it went on until the early hours.

We also had Coral’s christening but due to an horrendous night and it’s early start we unfortunately couldn’t make it. Sorry guys.

Today we travelled North to see your Grandad (my Dad), Andrea and Iris in Swadlincote, we’re staying in Derby which is where Grandad and Grandma are originally from. I haven’t been to Derby for quite a few years now, I’m hoping to sweet talk your dad to see if we can drive through Chellaston on the way home to see where they lived. Your Grandad was quite taken with you and you were so well behaved and showing off your skills and your sitting prowess, where you amazed even us holding it there for a good five minutes unsupported. Tomorrow we’re travelling up to Doncaster to see your great Nana and grandparents so I’m sure you’ll be spoilt some more there then we’ll see Grandad again on Sunday when we head back home.

You seem to have got rid of your colds now but are left with a very catarrhal grunt which we think is interfering with your sleep. If it hasn’t shifted by next week I’ll be taking you to the doctor.
Cradle cap has been successful vanquished… Yay, go me – and the olive oil of course. I only managed to ruin two tops in the process.

On the 17th May you had your first visit (of no doubt many) to the Leopallooza site.


On the 22nd you blew your first bubbles and found it absolutely hilarious in the process.
Today, 23rd May, there were four firsts:
Firstly, this was your first long journey, made even longer by it being bank holiday weekend and pouring with rain. What was meant to be a 4.5 hr journey became 6 and you handled it so well. You became a little frustrated a couple of times but nothing a looped parental rendition of “Wind the Bobbin Up” didn’t rectify.

Secondly, and most importantly you got to see your Grandad for the very first time and after an initial shyness you were quite taken with him, as was he with you. How can you not be, he’s an amazing man! I miss him with living so far away and must come and visit more often now that I know you handle the journey quite well. He looks so well which is lovely to see seeing as he was quite poorly when I saw him last year (when you were just a little bump)


Thirdly you totally amazed us by sitting, totally unsupported, for more than 5 minutes, you were even bending over to grab things and looking around and were only a little wobbly. Well done you, perhaps you wanted to show Grandad and Andrea how clever you are.

Finally, your last first of the fortnight was your first stay in a hotel. Premier Inn, Derby West and so far (I’m writing this while you’re asleep in your basket) it’s been fine. You settled ok and the Beefeater next door helped Daddy bring a couple of plates of food over so we could eat. The staff really couldn’t be more welcoming.
Sleep update: You slept 5.5 hours STRAIGHT, ok you still woke up at 0430 but 5.5 hours in a strange place is amazing, you haven’t done that for weeks!

What can I say that I haven’t already said before? You’re just the most content, happy little boy though now you’re able to do more you’re getting more frustrated because you want to do more than you can. Despite being in a leap phase you’re still so chilled unless tired or hungry. I just feel blessed despite the lack of sleep 😉

Muscle Development & Coordination
Movement: You’ve found something new for your repertoire which I can only describe as thrashing. When you get excited you thrash your head and upper body from side to side on your mat, it’s almost like you’re trying to scratch an itch, I’ve been trying it get it on film but you’re a beggar for stopping what you’re doing as soon as the camera comes out. I wonder whether you’re aware it’ll all come back to haunt you 😉 You now roll EVERYWHERE and slide around the floor to retrieve whatever it is that’s taken your fancy. Pushing yourself with your feet and sliding your forehead across the floor.
Sitting: You’re sitting unaided for a couple of minutes now and if you’re sat in between my legs you can sit for quite a long time, you just need to find your courage now because you can do it. We think you have a disadvantage with your head being so heavy 😉 Of course, as mentioned above, at Grandad’s you managed over 5 minutes!
Standing: You continue to want to stand all the time, probably the reasonings behind not mastering your sitting. We get a jumperoo at the weekend (thanks to Granny) to help strengthen your leg muscles whilst giving our arms a rest (we’re old you know)
Coordination: You’ve mastered this now and continue to reach out, grab, pull, shake, thrash and throw things. Even whilst moving in your pram you successfully grab and pull at your pram giraffe. We can now use you as a successful grabber for retrieving things off the floor to save our old backs

It’s safe to say you’re finding your consonants now, B being a favourite. On the 14th May you astounded me by quite clearly saying “Abba” (bababababa”) not being one to deny such a strong request we partook in a bit of Swedish pop in celebration, what can I say, you’ve got taste!

On the 12th May you started doing the most adorable little ‘quiet’ scream, obviously exploring your octave range. Honestly it’s the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever heard but did comment that once you found the volume on it we would suffer… On the 16th you found that volume button much to our, erm, delight?!

Nothing amuses you more these days than your rattle, he’s really come into his own and you tap him on your thigh like you’re playing the tambourine in a folk band. Your cwtchies have come into their own this week and fascinate you and you love having a good old ‘read’.


What can I say, 0400hrs still appears to be your favoured wake up time although you are usually successfully asleep by 1900hrs. You wake every couple of hours still but if (I was desperate for sleep so gave in) you’re in bed with me you wake less, giving me a rare 5 hours straight sleep so the sooner you master self comforting my darling boy, the better. Not that I don’t love waking up to you cuddled into me, in fact there’s no nicer feeling in the world and I’m all too aware that one day you won’t want to cuddle up to me and that prospect makes my heart weep so I intend on drowning in them whilst I can.

This week you weighed in at 16Ib 10.5oz and you’re steadily creeping up the 25th centile.

Well the time is finally upon us. Now you’ve reached this huge milestone it’s time to start introducing the joys of solid food. I wrote a more comprehensive piece on my fears/excitement of weaning here. I’ll be holding off until we come back from visiting your Grandpa simply because weaning in a Premier Inn in Derby will not be ideal and I certainly don’t want your first foods to be bought jars. I’ve decided (at the moment, this may change) to combine BLW and spoon feeding. Update on this to come.

Keep up the good work my sweetheart. There is nothing more beautiful in the world as watching you grow and develop, but don’t rush it heah… Let your poor mum relish in these baby days a bit longer.




It’s nearly time for my little boy to start a new chapter in his life, that of solid foods. I’m not ashamed to admit this terrifies and excites me in equal measures. On one hand I can’t wait to see his little face as he makes new discoveries, to find out what he loves, what he likes and what he hates to see him getting enjoyment out of food. On the other hand I fear him choking and have no idea what I’m doing.

The first dilemma for many (not me) is when to start this journey? I have and will hold off until he is 6 months old following World Health Organisation (WHO) advice. Now I know this is a generational thing and people will share the opinion that this is a load of old bumpkum, I mean generations of people have grown into fine healthy adults having been weaned at 3/4 months. I was one for a start, although I do remember my Mum telling me that I wouldn’t eat anything other than yogurt from her finger tip for months, was this maybe a sign that I wasn’t, as was expected, ready to wean? Yet my brothers eagerly tucked in as soon as the process started.

I have the opinion that someone, somewhere did a lot of research into these current guidelines. The WHO didn’t wake up one day and think let’s upset the apple cart and put back weaning by three months. A lot of money and expert advice would have been invested and sought before coming to this conclusion and, wanting the best for my son I plan on adhering to it.

Don’t get me wrong, if he was ravenous all the time and not thriving then expert advice would suggest weaning sooner and I would most definitely have started earlier and about two weeks ago I thought this may have been the case. However, on weighing him and seeing that for the first time ever he’s climbed a centile it’s evident he’s thriving so I’ve decided to wait. As it turns out I’ll be holding off a couple of days after he reaches six months as this huge milestone coincides with a long awaited trip to see my Dad up country and I’d rather start this journey at home than in a hotel room.

I still have no idea what to do, in one sense weaning at 3/4 months as my parents (and my friends) did was easier. You puréed food and spoon fed your baby… Simple. Now there’s the added spanner of the Baby Led Weaning (BLW) movement. This is where my confusion starts, this is where you have a choice and choices have always been my downfall. One of the beautiful things about being a vegetarian and eating out is that it removes, or greatly reduces, a choice and therefore I make a quick decision on what I want to do 😄

Put simply BLW means allowing your child to feed themselves from the start of the weaning journey. No more processors, no more purée. Apparently at six months your child is developmentally capable of feeding themselves and all you have to do is hand them food in suitably sized pieces!!! Easy! So why can’t I get my head round it? Why am I struggling to make a clearly defined decision on this being my course of action? I have no idea, my biggest fear of BLW is choking I suppose, it’ll be the first time he’s swallowed anything that isn’t milk (or Calpol) so choking is a very real possibility though I’ve been told they don’t choke, just gag!!

When I was pregnant with Noah my best friend told me about a book by Annabel Karmel that became her bible when weaning her two children (now 11 and 9) at three months so I bought it. I love it. I love the recipes and I love the fact that it gives you a timetable to follow, a step by step guide so to speak.


Maybe it’s because of my personality but when I’m learning something new I like to have a structure, a method to follow if you will and this fab book gives you that, but it also involves puréed foods and spoon feeding. Then I had Noah and I heard about BLW so I have recently bought another book on BLW by Gill Rapley and Tracey Murkett hoping that it’ll give me the same sort of structure… Of course it doesn’t, that’s not the point of BLW.


People say BLW babies are less fussy when it comes to food, I’m not sure that’s entirely the case as many spoon fed babies have loved all sorts of food and who’s to say these non-fussy BLW babies would have been non-fussy spoon fed babies. There’s no way of knowing that. I know of BLW babies who are very fussy eaters so this theory doesn’t always follow suit. I do get, however, that BLW babies will, from the start, be used to different textures of foodsand would probably be less put off by these textural foods later on.

So what am I going to do? Who the heck knows! What did you do? I like aspects of both regimes so call me a coward but I think I’m going to do a bit of both. I’ll let you know how I get on in a couple of weeks.

Blog Your Heart Out

I have been tagged by Mummy M’s Memories to take part in the Blog Your Heart Out meme.

Blog Your Heart Out is like a chain letter for the digital age. I will answer five questions about my blogging experience and tag some bloggers at the end so they can do the same.

So let’s do this:

Who/What encouraged you to start blogging?
I kept my pregnancy secret in the world of social media due to numerous miscarriages in the past but wanted to shout about it from the rooftops but also not wanting to tempt fate so I set up this blog as an outlet for my emotions. I set up a faux twitter account to ask questions and met some lovely bloggers on there who were an inspiration and made me want to take it a bit more seriously.

How did you choose what to blog about?
I chose parenting and my son because it’s the single most important thing in the world that I’ve done/am doing. I wanted to remember every second of my beautiful boy. Having lost my mum to cancer I don’t have anywhere to turn to find out silly things like when my first tooth came through and I wanted to provide Noah with something to perhaps look back on one day.

What is something most people don’t know about you?
I’m pretty much an open book really, my close friends know everything about me but new ones probably don’t know that I used to dance and I play piano quite well.

What three words describe your style?
Off the cuff: I tend to blog about what I find myself mulling over. The only rigidity to my blog is the fortnightly baby diary.
Procrastinator: some of my blog posts are delayed in posting for this reason alone.
From the heart: I don’t ever claim to be a writer, nor am I particularly clever with words. I write as I speak, write from the heart. I don’t have time to think too deeply into what I write so sometimes it’s a little chaotic too… Much like my mind 🙂

What do you love to do when you are not blogging?
With a 24 week old baby it’s pretty much centred around his needs, baby groups, walking and housework. Though I love yoga and keeping fit this has had to take a backseat for the time being though if I successfully get N to sleep in his basket during the day the first thing I reach for is the fitness/yoga DVD. I also love to cook and bake, I hate processed food and never buy it so I batch cook with fresh ingredients and love nothing more than to experiment with recipes. I love to read and I used to surf.

There you have it, my blogging and me in a nutshell.


I pass the Blog Your Heart Out ‘baton’ to:

Strawberries and Facecream

Work It Mamma

A Real Mummy Diary

Lillies and Love

24 Weeks Old

So what’s been happening this fortnight… Not a great deal.

We’ve been continuing going to baby groups which we’re both getting a lot out of. It’s nice to meet other mums and have some adult conversation and you love to look at the other babies. We both particularly like the stay and play, ironically as it’s the one that initially terrified me the most.

Your Granny and Grandad came down again this last week and stayed in Port Isaac so we spent Sunday night down there which was interesting, so much so I wrote it’s very own blog “Port Isaac” because a series of photos I posted on Twitter caused great mirth. They’ve also been up to see us a few times and spent quality time with you, you wouldn’t believe how much you’re loved my precious boy.

We’ve also been to visit a few of my clients this fortnight and I can say that you really brightened their day and you were on your best behaviour, I was so proud of you.

Cradle cap is nearly gone, just a stubborn patch on your fontanelle.
You have another cold and this one is stubbornly hanging around making breathing a little tricky once again so we’re back on the Calpol, Saline Spray, Snuffle Babe and Olbas Oil.

Thumb sucking. You have, today, finally and properly found your thumb, you generally like to wrap some fabric around it before sucking but sucking it you are! Bring on the self soothing…. Please?


You continue to delight us with your wonderfully chilled manner. You’re developing so quickly and seem to have progressed in so many aspects in what seems like a blink of an eye and we can now see a really cheeky side to your character. You’re so determined and know what you want and are learning how you can get it. We can also see an impatient side to your nature and this is no more evident when I’m trying to encourage you to practise your sitting, you just want to stand. It’s almost like you’re bored with sitting now you can do it and you just want to move on to the next stage. I think this is something you’ve got from both myself and your daddy.

Muscle Development & Coordination
Movement: the time has come where I can’t turn my back for 2 minutes without finding you on the other side of the room.


Yesterday we actually watched you spot Dee Dee, roll twice to get to her, reach out to grab her and pull her to you then roll onto your back for a play… Incredible! You love being on your tummy and are currently desperate to crawl favouring your forehead as a way to drag yourself along the floor.


Sitting: You are progressing here so quickly but we still have to perfect your balance, if something catches your eye you still fall over but if you have something to hold onto with one hand you’re away. You especially favour sitting up in your pram.


Standing: You continue to want to stand and hold your weight really well with me just holding your hands. I can see you walking before, or soon after, you crawl at this rate.
Coordination: You know what you want and you know how to get it without missing now. Look out Lolly cat! You love nothing more than shaking your rattle and hurling it across the room.

You’re developing your vocabulary nicely now and on listening to you chattering away to yourself we can often hear words in your sounds, it’s truly amazing. It seems every day brings a new sound, pitch or tone.

If it rattles, crackles, crunches or squeaks you’re besotted. I got out the pots and pans this week and handed you a wooden spoon, you’ve not quite got it yet, but you’re trying and love the sound when I bang on them. The space blanket, Dee Dee and your feet continue to be your best playthings, alongside us of course 😉 you have recently taken up playing the air guitar which is fine but when naked I live in fear you may damage your peeny

We seem to have regressed once more, so much so I dedicated a post to your sleeping (or lack thereof) called, well, “Sleep…” I’m attributed this awful pattern to your blocked nose, bless your heart. The bedroom is a heady mix of Snuffle Babe and Olbas Oil after shooting saline spray up your little nose.

You are now 15Ib 15.5oz.
I have now packed away all your 0-3 clothes and this week you actually moved from the 9th centile into the 25th which has alleviated my concerns that you weren’t getting enough milk and I’d have to start weaning you early. As it stands I’m going to wait.

Well as I said above I thought that you weren’t getting enough from just me alone but it turns out you’ve been getting plenty so weaning will wait another two weeks meaning I can concentrate on it after coming back from seeing your Grandpa and your Great Nana. In the meantime we’ve been practising sitting in your highchair.


I can’t quite believe that by my next diary entry you’ll be 6 months old… 6 months, a whole half a year. We will be starting on a new road of discovery into the world of food. I’m still reading books on the subject, I’m sure I’ll end up just winging it though, we’ve winged everything this far and you’ve survived surprisingly well so I must be doing something right.


Port Isaac

We went to Port Isaac over the bank holiday to stay overnight with D’s parents who visit every year and stay at the amazingly located Quay Cottage opposite the slipway.

I love Port Isaac and these visits have always been about copious amounts of alcohol, pool, food (often just before they stop serving), late night chatting and an early morning wake up call due to the early start of the seagulls and the fishermen.

This year however, we came as a three part package and to say we were anxious about a number of things is to say the least. As you are probably aware sleep is a bit hit and miss with our Noah Bean and knowing we could feasibly wake up other people at silly o’clock without the comforts if home worried me somewhat.

Despite the seagull hoedown on the roof of our room, the lack of curtain at one window and a street light outside another he settled really well then slept until 0330 then again until 0530. Amazing, the best nights sleep in a while. However 0530 was when he started chirruping so to let everyone sleep off the beer and wine I decided to give Noah a guided tour of the beautiful Port Isaac.

One thing I love about Noah’s sleep patterns, and my lack of hangovers, is seeing the early mornings, Port Isaac was even more beautiful at this time of day. The only people around were the fishermen that I’d only ever listened to through the window of our bedroom. It was an eye opener for me, I discovered so many new nooks and crannies that had previously eluded me.

The narrowest alley in world

Noah loved it…


For all of about 20 minutes, then he slept…


Then he slept….


And slept….


And slept…..


And slept…….


And slept…………..


I think you get the gist, he pretty much slept for the entire 2 hour walk…


I must stay here more often.


Sleep has to be the most underrated luxury one could ever have. You never think of it as a luxury but it is. You don’t give it the credit it’s due until you go without it for a length of time.

When you find out you’re pregnant you understand that when the baby arrives you’ll go without sleep for a while and you’re totally prepared for this. People relish in telling you about it’s rarity in the first few weeks and you know this, you’re not stupid! You take comfort in ‘knowing’ that you’ll sleep when the baby sleeps as everyone tells and think that’s fine but this simply isn’t the case. These same people tell you that it’ll only be for the first 6-8 weeks and you know that the time will soon pass and before you know it you’ll all be sleeping like, well, babies?! This too is another crock of shit by the way.

How naïve.

Firstly, sleep evades you LONG before baby arrives. The first trimester you’re dog tired, you could sleep through anything and on anything and quite often do. I often found myself dozing off in my car waiting for a clients’ appointment time or on a break in a layby somewhere along the A39 and was more often than not asleep within half an hour of getting home in the evenings… The plus side of this was enjoying nice, early mornings – I’ve never been much of a morning person until this time.

The second trimester you start to feel more human again, you’ve tonnes of energy and feel on top of the world and sleep returns to your ‘normal’ pattern, you don’t go to bed early because you kind of like having your evenings back yet you’re still awake early.

The last trimester of pregnancy where people tell you to ‘stock up on sleep’ (oh how I wish that was even a possibility) in preparation is a whole different ball game. Not only are you getting and feeling heavier, you’ve got a million and one things going through your mind which become unfathomable to ‘sort out’ at night. Your hips feel like they’re being cracked apart, slowly. All you want to do is lie on your right side or your back but for fear of reducing the blood flow to your child or just plain impossibility you can’t and it’s all you can think of because after months of lying on one side your shoulder, neck and knees start to ache too despite the pregnancy pillow that was your saving grace earlier on. Your bladder is quite literally the size of a pea, and the baby starts to play football with your ribcage or stretches out so it feels like it’s popping out your sides at hourly intervals. Needless to say all these factors, and probably a few more I’ve forgotten about, are not conducive to a good nights sleep.

Then you go into labour and it’s game over.

I don’t think I slept for at least 40 hours from the start of my labour, not because it was a long enduring labour because it wasn’t, nor that Noah was a crying baby because he wasn’t but because all I did was stare at him and panic that if I fell asleep he’d somehow cease to be. Then of course when I did start sleeping I was awake feeding every two hours, totally expected and prepared for and if I’m totally honest I was fine with it although the midnight feed was always the crippler after that I just got on with it. You adapt to your new zombie status and know it won’t be forever and you get by.

They tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps which is quite possibly the single worst piece of advice ever churned out and although in the first few days, yes you do sleep when the baby sleeps, but after this time the laundry starts to pile up, you run out of the meals you’d diligently prepared and frozen prior to baby’s arrival, the carpet starts growing a carpet of it’s own, the bedclothes start to feel a little crusty and you daren’t even think about the state of the bathroom. Not everyone has the luxury of mothers that’ll come round and do these menial tasks for you while you ‘get some rest’, oh how I wish I did. Still you get on, you’ve been told that it’ll only be for the first 6-8 weeks.

However after a few weeks you start to read about how other babies his age are starting to ‘sleep through’ and you pray tonight will be ‘the night’ and every night you’re met with bitter disappointment. People tell you 6 weeks is the magic number, then you pass this and it becomes 8, then 12, 16, 20. Now if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook you’ll know that Noah is now 23 weeks and still no closer to sleeping through than when he was 3 weeks old and some nights his sleep pattern is worse. You start to believe it’s because you breastfeed exclusively but then babies 5 weeks younger and also exclusively breastfed have left you behind. You cry at stories of how a new mum with her newborn has slept 6 hours.

The only way you can survive is by telling yourself that you’ll never sleep again and never, under any circumstances, expect any two nights to be the same.

People told me when he was 18 weeks old that it was ‘time to put my foot down’… What?!? How the hell do you put your foot down with a 3 month old, he’s not doing it to be naughty, he wakes, feeds and settles again, he isn’t hankering for attention. They told me he was reverse cycling, this would only be the case if he slept all day, which he doesn’t. They told me to give him a bottle, I’m sorry but I refuse to give him formula simply in the hope of getting a longer stint out of him, if it was affecting his health in anyway then yes I would have considered it but he’s healthy and happy just doesn’t need much sleep. Who’s to say that formula with all it’s unnatural bulking agents would have any effect anyway. On busy days where he misses his daytime naps you think, stupidly, that he’ll be shattered and therefore sleep more… This simply isn’t the case, in fact he sleeps better at night if he has his naps during the day, if he misses them we know we’re in for a rocky night. Of course getting him to sleep during the day can be as difficult as getting him to sleep through at night.

I’ve come to the conclusion Noah isn’t a sleeper, and why should he be? I wasn’t. I joke that this is my karmic retribution for putting my own mother through this hell.

Don’t get me wrong we have, on several occasions recently got a 7 hour stint out of him from when we put him to bed at 1830/1900. The problem with this is that you enjoy having your evenings back and don’t turn in yourself until 2200/2300 meaning you’re still only getting, at most, 4 hours. After this, of course, we’re back to 2-3 hour feeds and invariably a 0430 wake up time. Just lately we’ve even lost this 7 hour stint and have reverted back to 1,2 or 3 hourly feeds.

I had advice, via Twitter, from a baby sleep expert who told me to wake him totally at 2230-2300 for a feed and theoretically he shouldn’t need food again until morning, this just started his 2/3 hr feed pattern earlier… Needless to say I’ve ditched this advice.

I recently logged his sleep/feed pattern for a fellow blogger friend who’s going to compile several 6 month olds (or there abouts) routines for a blog. Ours makes for sorry reading. To be fair on him he has got another cold so obviously will be thirstier and due to nose blockage wakes himself up more (I’m the same with a blocked nose so can’t expect any less for someone so tiny), never the less this was his typical pattern over those three days.

W: Wake up
BF: Breastfeed
S: Sleep

S: 2120 BedNest
W: 0100 BF: 0100-0115 S: 0127 Bednest
W: 0300 BF: 0300-0320 S: 0350 Bednest
W: 0520 BF: 0520-0535. BF: 0720-0740 S: 0740 Bed
W: 0815 BF: 0940-0955 BF: 1100-1115 BF: 1240-1250 S: 1240 Boob (cafe)
W: 1305 BF: 1450-1500 S: 1525 Pram
W: 1800 BF: 1830-1850 BF: 2000-2020 BF: 2100-2110 S: 2120 Bednest

W: 0015 BF: 0015-0030 S: 0030 Bednest
W: 0300 BF: 0300-0310 S: 0320 Bednest
W: 0400 BF: 0405-0415 S: 0415 Bednest
W: 0630 BF: 0720-0740 BF: 0820-0830 S: 0940 Pram
W: 1130 BF: 1135-1150 BF: 1320-1335 S: 1335 Boob/Lap
W: 1455 BF: 1540-1555 BF: 1735-1745 S: 1745 Boob/Lap
W. 1800 BF: 2000-2020 S: 2050 Bednest

W: 0345 BF: 0345-0400. S: 0430
W: 0555 BF: 0555-0610 S: 0610
W: 0710 BF: 0710-0717 BF: 0920-0935 S: 0935 Boob/Lap
W: 0945 BF: 1125-1135 S: 1135 Boob/Lap (baby group)
W: 1210 BF: 1400-1410 S: 1410 Boob/Lap
W: 1510. BF: 1605-1613 BF: 1855-1910 S: 1920 Bednest

I long for 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep but don’t expect it to be any time soon and don’t get me wrong if I never slept a full 8 hours again, if it meant Noah grows into a happy and healthy man I’d handle it because that’s what motherhood is about but just once would be nice. Please?

As I post this we’ve just got through a night from hell where I got Noah to sleep by 2100, the whole family was awake again at 0200. Mummy, Daddy and even the cat were looking and feeling rather bedraggled whilst Noah just smiled and cooed until finally falling asleep at 5am to only wake again at 7. After a five mile walk he finally dropped off to sleep in the last 1/2 mile and is still asleep now at 11.


We’re off to Port Isaac now to spend the night with the in laws. Lots of stimulation, upset of routine, night storage heaters and a strange environment… Wish me luck!