I've just phoned Marie Claire to catch up and find out how her pregnancy was going. OOOf. She got told at her 20 week scan that there was an abnormality and after a series of scans and tests she has been told that her baby may not survive. The baby is a fighter and has continued to grow but the risk still stays and they've been warned that it will have serious developmental problems. I can't believe how well she seemed to cope with it, so brave. It must be awful to go through that. It has totally put all my moans and groans into perspective. My heart goes out to Marie Claire and Akira for the next few weeks, months and years. I cannot imagine how they are feeling. Having a baby brings such joy and happiness and all you wish for is for it to be safe and well. To have to go through with the rest of the pregnancy knowing that it may not even survive let alone be healthy must be heart-wrenching.
I feel shit too. I've not spoken to her in a while and there I was phoning her up all bubbly and excited and she had to break the news to me. I must do more, be in contact with more friends more regularly. I feel rubbish I've not been there for her, not that there is much that I can do but listen. It is hard too, she asked me about my birth and of course hers will be so different anyway with all the added anxieties. She asked about Tilly and I felt almost embarrassed to say she was well.
Every day when I look at Tilly, my heart aches with love and care for her. I get emotional at the end of every night when I kiss her goodnight and tell her I love her and she snuggles down and says she loves me back. I love her understanding, her humour and even her delicate sensitivities when watching Disney films. I love her shouting 'Mumma, where you are?' every time I leave the room. I love her 'finger thing' that only she and I can do, to bend our fingers back and make little goggles the wrong way around to everyone else. I love her snuggles and the smell of her hair, her beautifully formed teeth, her smile and the little wrinkles that appear on the top of her nose. I love her sense of style, the fact that even at the age of 2 1/2 she can colour coordinate her clothes and somehow can make herself even more fashionable that what I'd chosen for her. I love how she likes listening to songs but still can't get the words in the right order and says they are too easy for her (but meaning hard). I love baking with her, the way she knows all the ingredients and waits patiently until the end before asking 'Can I lick it now?' I just love her.
She really is my everything and I will do everything I can to make sure she is OK. I know that I am lucky to have her and tonight has just made that doubly so. We are so lucky to not only have a child but to have a healthy, happy one.
My love and best wishes goes to Marie Claire, Akira and their families for what they will have to cope with in the future.
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Wednesday, 6 August 2008
Mother and baby groups
All my life I have struggled with shyness. Sometimes I can almost pretend that I'm not me and I will appear an outgoing person confident enough to talk to anyone, but I've noticed that this tends to be when I am working. In a work capacity, I will approach strangers in the street, ask them to get involved with something or often make a fool out of myself. If only I could manage to do this when I wasn't at work, I'm sure my life would be quite different. I suppose over the last few years I've not had to deal with 'new person' shyness. When it happens I can feel myself revert to a child, hiding behind the safety of my mum's skirt. As soon as I am over it I'm fine. This shyness has all come flooding back over the last few months and never more apparent than attending mother and baby sessions.
There are many Breastfeeding Cafes held in and around Coventry. I've been going to two of them on and off since Matilda was 5 days old. I really don't know why I go. Before each one, I think it will do me good to get out and be with other adults, it will do Matilda good to be in the company of other people and get used to noises of other babies etc. But those thoughts evaporate as I walk through the door, looking at a circle of people and babies, already sitting in their 'cliques', all turning around to stare at the newcomer that walked through the door and my heart sinks deep into my shoes. I try to walk over as confidently as I can towards them. This hasn't always been the case but 80% of the times it has been like this. For 20% of visits I felt happy and recognised people I knew and got on with and we chatted and had a nice time. Shame that I can't always check if they'll be attending. This group is a drop in and it is in Tile Hill. I don't like Tile Hill.
Before I go I think of all the things I can talk about to the people I'd like to get to know a little more. When the time comes, my head disintegrates and I sit to one side and only if there is a spare seat will I dare to go and join in in the conversations some of the others are having. The difficulty is that Matilda is younger than their children so they are all talking about the stage that their daughters are at now. Also I think deep down I know that I would only ever get on with two of these people (at a push) outside this group. Why should I feel I have to make friends with someone just purely as we have children? Why . . because being a mum is so lonely, not only the long days stuck inside with only the four walls and a baby but you become a social bore to those without children. I've never thought that my life was that interesting anyway, but add a baby to the mix and I have no hope whatsoever. Richard returns from work telling me stories of office life each evening and although I don't really understand (and honestly, it doesn't sound too exciting either) I crave a little piece. Several times I've started to tell him stories of my day but stopped myself halfway as I know they are boring. I bore myself. Which underlines why my only option now is to make new friendships with other mums so we can all bore each other with tales of sick and poo. This is where my problem is, where can I find other mums like me? Mums who aren't too precious, mums who are honest. I've not found a single one so far. Motherhood is like a competition that everyone knows they are in, but don't admit it and they are all desperate to win. No one is brave enough to tell it like it is. Sometimes it is crap, really shitty (pardon the pun). Yes, I have a baby. Yes, she is the apple of my eye but she can also be a little devil and I'm tired. The two don't mix. But that is not what they'd let you believe, they have a wonderful time all the time. It is like they are in some 1950's movie or even worse a happy-clappy musical and I'm waiting for them to burst into song.
Mother & toddler groups, Breastfeeding Cafes or whatever they want to be known as are like lions dens. They are full of mums whose babies can sleep through the night, never cry and are just little angels 100% of the time. Now I don't want to put a downer on Matilda but she has proved that this is not the case. The occasions that I have been to the groups I have put my foot in it several times. I dared to mention that I was looking forward to going back to work, which resulted in me getting disgusted/pitying looks all round. It is not just the groups where I've received this reaction, someone was talking about a friend of ours and slagged off another mum as she 'returned to work', she said it with such scorn. Before I had time to interject, she had already launched into 'if you don't want to look after them yourself, best not have them' speech. After she'd quite finished I piped up, "I'm returning to work in a few weeks actually and I'm looking forward to it", she rapidly started backtracking and digging an enormous hole for herself (hard to do in a moving vehicle!). That aside, back to Mother and Baby groups.
They are supposed to be supportive places but they are nothing of the sort, all support is veiled with competition.
Imagine all of these questions with a finger to the chin in an inquisitive yet smug way.
There are many Breastfeeding Cafes held in and around Coventry. I've been going to two of them on and off since Matilda was 5 days old. I really don't know why I go. Before each one, I think it will do me good to get out and be with other adults, it will do Matilda good to be in the company of other people and get used to noises of other babies etc. But those thoughts evaporate as I walk through the door, looking at a circle of people and babies, already sitting in their 'cliques', all turning around to stare at the newcomer that walked through the door and my heart sinks deep into my shoes. I try to walk over as confidently as I can towards them. This hasn't always been the case but 80% of the times it has been like this. For 20% of visits I felt happy and recognised people I knew and got on with and we chatted and had a nice time. Shame that I can't always check if they'll be attending. This group is a drop in and it is in Tile Hill. I don't like Tile Hill.
Before I go I think of all the things I can talk about to the people I'd like to get to know a little more. When the time comes, my head disintegrates and I sit to one side and only if there is a spare seat will I dare to go and join in in the conversations some of the others are having. The difficulty is that Matilda is younger than their children so they are all talking about the stage that their daughters are at now. Also I think deep down I know that I would only ever get on with two of these people (at a push) outside this group. Why should I feel I have to make friends with someone just purely as we have children? Why . . because being a mum is so lonely, not only the long days stuck inside with only the four walls and a baby but you become a social bore to those without children. I've never thought that my life was that interesting anyway, but add a baby to the mix and I have no hope whatsoever. Richard returns from work telling me stories of office life each evening and although I don't really understand (and honestly, it doesn't sound too exciting either) I crave a little piece. Several times I've started to tell him stories of my day but stopped myself halfway as I know they are boring. I bore myself. Which underlines why my only option now is to make new friendships with other mums so we can all bore each other with tales of sick and poo. This is where my problem is, where can I find other mums like me? Mums who aren't too precious, mums who are honest. I've not found a single one so far. Motherhood is like a competition that everyone knows they are in, but don't admit it and they are all desperate to win. No one is brave enough to tell it like it is. Sometimes it is crap, really shitty (pardon the pun). Yes, I have a baby. Yes, she is the apple of my eye but she can also be a little devil and I'm tired. The two don't mix. But that is not what they'd let you believe, they have a wonderful time all the time. It is like they are in some 1950's movie or even worse a happy-clappy musical and I'm waiting for them to burst into song.
Mother & toddler groups, Breastfeeding Cafes or whatever they want to be known as are like lions dens. They are full of mums whose babies can sleep through the night, never cry and are just little angels 100% of the time. Now I don't want to put a downer on Matilda but she has proved that this is not the case. The occasions that I have been to the groups I have put my foot in it several times. I dared to mention that I was looking forward to going back to work, which resulted in me getting disgusted/pitying looks all round. It is not just the groups where I've received this reaction, someone was talking about a friend of ours and slagged off another mum as she 'returned to work', she said it with such scorn. Before I had time to interject, she had already launched into 'if you don't want to look after them yourself, best not have them' speech. After she'd quite finished I piped up, "I'm returning to work in a few weeks actually and I'm looking forward to it", she rapidly started backtracking and digging an enormous hole for herself (hard to do in a moving vehicle!). That aside, back to Mother and Baby groups.
They are supposed to be supportive places but they are nothing of the sort, all support is veiled with competition.
Imagine all of these questions with a finger to the chin in an inquisitive yet smug way.
- Can your baby go to sleep by themselves or do they have to be rocked?
- Are you breastfeeding? (that is a whole new debacle)
- Can they sit up yet?
- Have they got their first tooth?
- How were they with their injections?
- How are they sleeping?
- Are you weaning them yet?
- Are you putting them into nursery and when?
- have they said their first words yet?
- "XX just drops off when they are taken to their room and have been like that since they were born." (except for one who scared the living daylights out of me by telling me I must get her to do it now, "DO IT NOW", or else I'll never get any sleep until she is 5.)
- There are two camps here. Mother-bleedin'-earth (MbEs) who of course breastfeeds and took to it sooo naturally. She just flopped them out and baby latched on no problem. Never finds it a bore or sore. MbEs are in perfect harmony with their lactation, never leaking. I've noticed they usually have smaller breasts, the reason I mention this is that I can't get breastfeeding bras over a DD cup, which when I was an F before I was pregnant is pretty useless. MbEs will probably continue to breastfeed for as long as possible, they'll do it on demand and will no doubt have a small talking child running behind them asking for 'boobie'. Then there are Bottle Feeders this group is split. Half will have never even considered breastfeeding and will have wanted to bottle feed so the baby doesn't interfere with their life too much, they can let others babysit and they can continue to go clubbing (forgive this sweeping stereotype but I've met many and this was their reason). Then there are those who tried breastfeeding and either couldn't or didn't want to continue. Often this group is made to feel guilty that they aren't 'doing the best for their baby' as it is constantly shoved down their throats that 'breast is best'. Well maybe it is but don't beat them up about it. Some can't and are forced by horrid midwives down the bottle route, it nearly happened to me. It is this element of the hidden competition that MbEs win every time, and don't they sit there smugly knowing it? I feel sorry for those who couldn't - they are made to feel such a burden of guilt, by MbEs and even healthcare professionals.
- of course they can, they are probably on the verge of walking.
- yep probably have adult teeth coming through soon - XXX is soooo developed don't you know.
- "didn't even whimper, XXX is sooooo brave."
- (I hate this one) "XXX has been sleeping right through from 7pm, 7am since 6 weeks." Smug bastards.
- Another one heaped in controversy, but with this it has been the mums v.s professionals in the two teams. Current guidance is exclusive milk feeds until 6 months. All I can say is god help you if you mention to Erica (the midwife) that you might be considering doing it sooner. I overheard her saying that she was going to report a foster mum to social services as she had started to wean a baby at 4 months.
- Another competition, this one is also split. Points are scored for how long you have off, the longer you have the higher you score. Additional points can be scored for friends and family supporting you with the childcare when you do go back to work. Childminders v.s Nurseries. Nurseries seems to be the main option for those when they have to, but of course more point scoring for which one, what facilities it has etc etc.
- oh yes, "XXX has been saying 'Mummy' since they were 6 weeks old."Well, I ask you. Babies can barely smile at that age without it being wind so I very much doubt it.
Friday, 27 June 2008
Ad-Venture
For my birthday Richard bought me a voucher for us all to go to Venture to have our photograph taken. I say it was my birthday present but I think it was secretly a present for him. He totally hit it off with the photographer and as I struggled to keep Tilly awake Richard talked photos, kit, composition, flickr and much more.
The instructions were to wear brightly coloured clothes and bring as many props and changes of clothes for Tilly. So we went with a huge M&S bag full of stuff. Tilly had woken up at the wrong time and I knew she’d clash with the end of the photoshoot.
It started off very well, Tilly was all smiles to the receptionist and the photographer when we met her in the foyer. However, as we walked through the door into the room it was a little dark and she didn’t seem so sure. We reassured her and she was smiley for 10 minutes. I knew we’d done some nice shots but I also know the one I wanted. Richard has taken so many lovely ones of Tilly and me and the two of us together but we don’t have many of the three of us and that is what I am after. I’ve seen the photo I want to recreate: baby in the middle, parents kissing each cheek.
We got Tilly changed into her Tigger outfit, she looked lovely but it didn't last, she was tired and she'd had enough. She did really well, we did about 20 minutes or so of photos and 10 minutes of changing/trying to feed. We called it a day. I hope we've got some good shots. We didn't do the one I wanted but I'm sure there'll be some in there that I'll love.
After we left Venture, Tilly was crying, a lot. I eventually got her off to sleep and we did a quick bit of shopping and then home. When we got home Tilly started screaming, not just ordinary screaming but really loud and it sounded like she was in pain. It went on for over 40 minutes. I panicked. What had made her like this? Where was it hurting? I phoned NHS direct and after asking us some really scary questions, they did what they always do and told us to get an appointment at the doctors today. Meanwhile get her to take some Calpol as they could hear her in the background. Richard phoned the doctors and I gave Tilly the Calpol. The Calpol kicked in within 15 minutes and she was back to normal, smiling and very alert. We kept the appointment at the doctors, she was fine when we went in - typical! After much prodding and poking she was screaming again. The doctor said it could be colic (if you believe such a thing) and to give her Calpol and Ibuprofen. This doctor was funny, he has four children and just said, drugs work, use them when you have to, use them all!
She has been fine this evening. Thank goodness.
The instructions were to wear brightly coloured clothes and bring as many props and changes of clothes for Tilly. So we went with a huge M&S bag full of stuff. Tilly had woken up at the wrong time and I knew she’d clash with the end of the photoshoot.
It started off very well, Tilly was all smiles to the receptionist and the photographer when we met her in the foyer. However, as we walked through the door into the room it was a little dark and she didn’t seem so sure. We reassured her and she was smiley for 10 minutes. I knew we’d done some nice shots but I also know the one I wanted. Richard has taken so many lovely ones of Tilly and me and the two of us together but we don’t have many of the three of us and that is what I am after. I’ve seen the photo I want to recreate: baby in the middle, parents kissing each cheek.
We got Tilly changed into her Tigger outfit, she looked lovely but it didn't last, she was tired and she'd had enough. She did really well, we did about 20 minutes or so of photos and 10 minutes of changing/trying to feed. We called it a day. I hope we've got some good shots. We didn't do the one I wanted but I'm sure there'll be some in there that I'll love.
After we left Venture, Tilly was crying, a lot. I eventually got her off to sleep and we did a quick bit of shopping and then home. When we got home Tilly started screaming, not just ordinary screaming but really loud and it sounded like she was in pain. It went on for over 40 minutes. I panicked. What had made her like this? Where was it hurting? I phoned NHS direct and after asking us some really scary questions, they did what they always do and told us to get an appointment at the doctors today. Meanwhile get her to take some Calpol as they could hear her in the background. Richard phoned the doctors and I gave Tilly the Calpol. The Calpol kicked in within 15 minutes and she was back to normal, smiling and very alert. We kept the appointment at the doctors, she was fine when we went in - typical! After much prodding and poking she was screaming again. The doctor said it could be colic (if you believe such a thing) and to give her Calpol and Ibuprofen. This doctor was funny, he has four children and just said, drugs work, use them when you have to, use them all!
She has been fine this evening. Thank goodness.
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