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Hello can anyone hear me?
Yes I am alive and almost awake... there really is a difference between lack of sleep due to jolling and boozing and the lack of sleep due to new baby

The days have been filled with sterilizing bottles and changing nappies and sterilizing bottles and changing nappies...

Happy New Years Everyone - I would like to make a toast to you "May all your dreams and goals be a reality"... So I am asking really nice *insert sweet, imploring voice* Please let me know what you would like to achieve in 2012 from big to small... I need the inspiration...

I will start
1) Sleep... zzzzzzzzz 

crying over spilt milk... Got Milk?

OK so I continue ranting from my last post... The breast feeding has become a lot easier... I would like to shout out to everyone who sent words of encouragement through this time...

Bebe A has lost a bit too much weight -the nurse and pediatrician are concerned and hence the start to fatten Bebe A for Christmas.
Yes I know that babies can lose up to 10% of their body weight but Bebe A has lost 15% of next to no weight... (as serious as this is I cant help wonder why its so hard for me - my apologies for making it about me)

I was then advised that buying an express machine was the way to go, so I reached out to family and friends for their advice - Thank you all.

We (my baby daddy and I) went to buy a machine for our breastfeeding ways. My Husband is very funny when his brother phones him and asks what he is doing his standard response is "We are breastfeeding" - this is way funnier than me writing this I promise.

Well back to the Expressing Express Machine I got a Medula mini electric swing - I looked at it for 2 days, took another day to clean it and on the 4th day I made my attempt at being a cow, I took the plunge and expressed oh my joy when I got 5ml of milk... insert happy milking dance... things got better and then worse and then better... To get a little bit of milk from your boobies takes some time. So when my jar of 7ml of hard pumping milk fell over... damn right I was crying over spilt milk.

Boobie Trapped!

So today is Bebe A's 2 week birthday... Happy birthday to us!

It is here that I can tell you how happy I am... we both are... I smile during the middle of the night whilst I change a stinky nappy but one thing that doesn't have me smiling is Breast Feeding... the blisters are not funny...

If I compare the pain of the C-Section to my sore boobies - I take the pain of them slicing me any day...
Yet I preserver - I have questioned my madness at continuing this practice - well I cant stop now (we just spent a lot of money on an expressing machine and I need to get my use from it).

I can tell you that nursing Bebe A has taken over my life and I don't mean the 2 to 3 hour feeds. I look at babies, toddlers, children, teenagers and adults and ask out loud were you breast fed? did your mother struggle or was it easy? Or the mommies out there; was breast feeding easy? did you have booby pain? 

Some of us - not me - are lucky to "nip the crying, hungry baby in the bud" others (queue me) have to feel the pain as the baby settles in for a feed.

Thank goodness for Facebook - this keeps me going in the wee wee hours of the morning...

So for now my next challenge is having to Breast feed my baby in public, with a cover of course, but how does one do this in a ladylike manner I ask you? How do I do this without feeling like a tit!

a note to bebe a (that somehow never got posted onto the blog)

In less than 24 hours we will be parents... are we scared yes? are we excited yes? all these emotions... are we ready? well, umm...
We can promise you that we will do the best we can at this parenting thing and remember that it is very new to us. We promise to protect and love you infinity and a day.
We can't wait to meet you Bebe A.


We love you already
Momma and Daddy A
x  x  x

BeBe A's Shower



It was a surprise and there were tears in my eyes.... How cool is the cake?



“Dr Horton heard there was to be a little hoo!

So he sent me to entertain you!”



“I brought Thing 1

And Thing 2

And a fish

In a dish!”

just a 100th of the pressies that we got... even the DIY project was hot!

More pics to follow... we partied hard - Who has a nappy pinata at a Baby shower? pick me! pick me!

“I am so parched, but don’t give me milk I am lactose intolerant!” Dr Suess on the day... so of course wine it would be as she entertained me :)

Not for sensitive readers... 8 a Bebe!

As I entered my 8 month of being pregnant I realised that Gaviscon tastes good with everything! Heartburn is not my friend especially waking up in the middle of the night needing to stack pillows as high as the ceiling - one hint of my head being parallel to the bed invokes a burning nausea.

A typical night’s “sleep”:

9pm                       fall asleep

9:10pm                wake up go to the toilet

10:00pm               eventually get comfortable, get my breath back

10:42pm               wake up from a horrible noise (what was that) oh wait it was me snoring

10:57pm               still getting comfortable have managed to get my breathing down to a normal rate no rushing to hospital for an oxygen mask for me…

1am                       wake up to pee

3am                       took 20minutes to get comfortable but need to wake up and go for a…you guessed it… Wee!

And so this continues till the sunrises. My husband is disliking me so much… like I enjoy sleeping on my sides that continue to get numb and ache… that I enjoy breathing through my mouth as my nasal passages make their own little song as I try breath in and out…         

It is during the 8^th month that I love my incredible boobies… I do not love my “cankles” (calves and ankles have merged into one) they have pretty much formed by the end of me getting ready for work in the morning.

What does upset me is when people say: “shame look how swollen your feet look” - when it so happens on days where I am having the “better-non-fat-feet” day.

Still loving the fact I have no muffin top...

"i show you muffin top"

Any top I wear makes me feel great… no fat rolls for me No sirree! The love handles are no more; I haven’t had this great experience since I was 14 years old ( I refer to that as the good ol’ I mean… good young days)

It is also during this time where a pain starts pressing on my groin… the pressure hurts…and I think that is why a lot of pregnant women have a waddle or a special camel walk… it’s all about creating momentum as you put your first foot forward and continuing in said fashion until desired location even if it to the loo.

Last but not least the ever expanding belly/bebe makes you realise how much one cannot take gravity for granted it is here that stopping exercise wasn’t the best idea. I did mention to my husband that I shouldn’t have a bath if he wasn’t around and his response was simple “why are you scared you will get to a point where you can’t get out the bath” as insulted as I was the answer was a simple “yes!”

Bebe A’s Baby Shower was a definite Pregnancy high and I will be posting pictures soon…

It’s been awhile since my last confession…

I am now 32 weeks preggers and baby is about minus 8 weeks old and we are going strong (well almost)

It appears my daughter-to- be has picked up on our family “Drama Queeyness “- throw in some really cute aunties, a jolling granny and a mother overseas – The result is pandemonium…

So where do I start?

Set scene:  I sat down for a celebratory cup of tea my chair at the office I sip and enjoy the moment of 7 months 28 weeks (music  in the background… matchbox 20’s “look how far we’ve come”)

It is at this moment that Bebe A decides she doesn’t like this and like a broken record the grand illusion of beautiful pregnant Chanaynay went down the toilet with my tea.

 Hello 3^rd trimester…

Sometime later we head to one of our many scans. It is here we find out Bebe A is breach and has the umbilical cord around her neck – are we worried? Um well… you have just told the 2 most over analyzing worriers ever. We are sent home with instructions of monitoring baby’s movement. Easier said than done when the placenta is at the front of your tummy!

Life continues…. No it doesn’t… my parental units are soaking up the rain on a barge in the UK and that leaves Aunty S and Aunty T in charge and they are so cute,  they are scared for us upon hearing the news from the gynae – I do at this point question if it’s the news or my mom they are more scared of. I happily give myself afternoon bed rest to monitor baby’s movements. My gran then decides to go jolling at the local singles club in town with her friend – yes you read right… My Granny!

Granny then gets sick and Aunty S and Aunty T and while they are taking her to the hospital for some doctor  time,  they try convince me to just pop in to check on Bebe A while they are there (they are quite funny J)

I won’t lie I quite enjoyed my aunts phoning me – I really do love them so much. So Thank you lovely ladies!

Life continues… and then comes crashing down on Friday  11:03am I start feeling ill, my tummy starts cramping I assume its “Braxton hicks contractions” Worried stress mode kicks in… I phone a friend and ask what are Braxton Hicks contractions? What do they feel like? Satisfied with her answer,  I then proceed to feel really really yuck. I got to my cousins house for lunch and lay on her couch all the while dying and cursing Braxton. I feel nauseous but of course you still need to eat and feed your baby. Bad Idea!  The result was a free trip to the toilet face down, the cramps get worse and so does the vomiting everyone starts worrying (this is what happens when you have a previous history of spotting and miscarriage you don’t take chances) after my mom to the gynae  we head to the hospital to monitor baby. (I would like to make note that this always seems to happen around a weekend)

My mom takes me to the maternity ward, the Sisters are lovely, there are no beds so they put me in the birthing room on a very hard bed and strap my tummy up to the monitor to check on baby’s heartbeat and see if there are any contractions. It is now that Bebe A who has been so quite this week (I had been worrying about her movement) decides that she is not going to stop moving so she kicks away while they try and monitor her heartbeat she is gonna be a DJ. My husband rushes to my side like a hero in time to hold a kidney tray as I vomit into it. So my mom and my loving tag team kidney bowls and I silently reflect… Its love all the way baby!