Weaning

Sid’s cracking on for six months old now, and we’ve already started the weaning journey. This is week three, in fact. I’ve been a little bit naughty, because the current guideline is to offer only milk until six months.

I’m unashamed to say that I was excited about weaning- it sounded like great fun, and so tentatively, from just over five months, I decided to start offering tastes of things I was eating. Nothing major- just a lick of a finger with some mushed up banana on it, that sort of thing. Even though he was showing all the other signs of being ready to wean (able to sit up without slumping and hold his head up, great coordination and he’d more than doubled his birth weight) Sid remained resolutely unbothered about actually the actual eating thing for a good couple of weeks and was much more interested with playing with toys and mastering rolling over.

I’m a big believer that while guidelines are generally there for a reason, there are always exceptions and when, at 22 weeks he made a grab for my quesedilla, and stuffed it straight in his mouth, I reasoned that he was probably ready.

I was really keen to go down the baby-led weaning route, as I was really into the idea of letting Sid explore and eat what he wanted, as well as being really quite lazy: I didn’t really want to rely on jars or pouches of baby food, mainly because they are always such mad combinations of food that they don’t really taste of anything in particular- I gave Sid some butternut squash, sweetcorn and pear stuff the other day that just tasted of nothing, and I just plain can’t be bothered getting the blender out because is a pain in the arse to clean.

Because we’d started earlier than six months, however, we decided to start off with purees and spoon feeding, so Sid’s first few meals were baby porridge or half a pouch of a single fruit or veg puree- pear, apple and butternut squash were particularly successful. After a few days of that I got the confidence to give him some other bits, so he had sticks of courgette, that I microwaved for about 30 seconds so they went soft, and boiled butternut squash as I was cooking some for us for dinner, which he coped with admirably. Not much eating- just a bit of nomming at the sticks, followed by throwing things on the floor.

My mum was, and still is reasonably against baby-led weaning.  I think she’s just really scared of him choking (hope it’s that, rather than her thinking that I’m a bad parent or anything),. And the choking thing is pretty petrifying, to be honest- its like you’re trying to make a situation more dagerous on purpose. Sid has ridiculously good hand eye coordination, so I think normally babies would spend a good few days or weeks getting to grips with actually picking anything up and getting it to their mouths under their own steam, but he’s managing to ram in whole stalks of broccoli unaided from day one. Because of that, he gets a bit overexcited and has been gagging A LOT. I know it’s a defence mechanism to stop food from going down the wrong way and actually to prevent choking, but it’s really scary to watch and he’s thrown up at least four times- a proper fountain-like ejection.

We’re on week three now and I think that he’s kind of getting it. There’s still gagging, and he still seems to be ramming loads into his mouth, but I’m much more confident that he’s able to deal with it- be it a bit of  cough to ease something up or down, or just letting something that’s too big dribble out again, he’s doing really well (even though I’m still sitting on my hands at every single meal!)

I can’t say that we’re doing baby led weaning at the moment, because the purists would tell me off- You can only call it baby led weaning if you are not getting involved at all, and quite frankly, I don’t think I could be bothered with loading up spoonfuls of porridge, handing it to Sid, and having him smear it all over his face, and I think he’d get the hump because he can’t do it proficiently yet. He’s good, but he’s not superman!

So what is he eating? Well here’s a sample menu from today…

05:30- Wake up for 4oz of formula, back to sleep for an hour before coming into bed for a play

07:30- Sid cries, so Gem makes up 4oz bottle and we have breakfast in bed. Sid gets bored after 2oz and tries to grab at my toast.

08:30- Downstairs to the highchair for an official breakfast of peach slices and yoghurt. Peach slices administered by Sid, yoghurt lovingly spoon fed by mummy. Sid makes appreciative grunting noises while eating yoghurt. Side note- I invested in a crinkle cutter, which is good for cutting up slippery things like peach slices to make them a bit more grippable. Sid also has what I have termed woofy water (drunk from a beaker with a dogs head on- brilliant. It’s from Ikea)- he can pick up the cup and get the spout into his mouth, but hasn’t mastered tipping his head back enough to get water out, so I lend a hand here too.

09:00- Breakfast done, we retire to the sofa to finish off the last of the milk and watch a bit of Cbeebies. This is followed by an epic three hour nap, which is virtually unheard of, but I digress

12:00- Wakey wakey- I make up 7oz of formula and he downs 5oz of it in one go- again, pretty much unheard of- it usually takes him about 2 hours to drink that much… a very unusual day. Once he finished with the bottle, I tipped the rest into the woofy cup and we practiced drinking it from there while we mucked about on the floor

16:00- Dinner- Today was our first go at bread. After debating the options for about 10 minutes in tescos, agonising over salt content of the various brands, I got some Warburtons danish bread- It’s 0.25g of salt per slice which I figured would be ok given that he doesn’t really have anything else with salt in at all. So today’s dinner was a slice of toast with a tiny bit of cream cheese, cucumber fingers and strawberry slices. All in all it was pretty well decimated and after he’d done what he could with all of that, he burst into tears and would only be consoled with half a pouch of pear puree. Piggy

17:00- 7oz of formula. He made a start on it, and then finished the rest off when Mark took him to bed around 7ish.
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That’s a pretty typical day- with the exception of the toast, which was an exciting new addition, our days usually consist of two meals of mostly fruit and veg, with a handful of bottles interspersed between. I have to be quite careful with the bottles because he’s not a massive fan of formula and never has been, and seems to be enjoying actual food a lot more, but he’s so young still,that he needs to get most of his calories from milk, so it’s a bit of a juggling act, but seems to be working so far.

My next big challenge will be to try and get through a week of holiday without my mum freaking out that I’m trying to choke my wee man- wish me luck!!

Babywearing continued- views from the general public

So I was in Primark last week, with Sid happily looking around and surveying the action from my new Rockin Baby sling. After the obligatory mooching around and picking up of poorly made but so freaking cheap that I can’t resist clothing I took myself off to the tills to pay. Sid at this point was still just looking about, albeit with a bit of a serious face when the lady who was serving me said ‘I never think babies look particularly comfortable in those’…

Dumbfounded shock for about three seconds, while my head reeled with ‘bugger, is he crying and I’ve tuned it out or something’, but a quick look down indicated all was well, then I struggled to reply ‘eerrrmmm….weeelll… he seems to like it, he likes looking around’. Which was quite polite, I thought, considering what I really should have said was ‘excuse me lady, you do realise that by saying that you’ve just slagged off my parenting choices?… and he’s clearly fine, so why do you bloody care??!’. What answer was she expecting? ‘oh I know, but I’m a horrible mother and enjoy seeing him uncomfortable’???

Why on earth do total strangers feel the need to pass comment? I can’t say I particularly care- but I am extremely bloody minded so once I have an idea in my head I generally see it through, even if the majority of the western world think I’m talking bollocks, but for people that aren’t quite as stubborn as me, I can appreciate someone saying something like that would be a complete knock to your confidence and so I implore you to think before you comment, people- if t’s not your child, it’s none of your bloody business

I’m still slinging Sid up for trips to the shops and while he doesn’t really mind either way if he’s in the sling or the buggy, I like carrying him- For me it’s easier than getting the buggy out, you can sneak through smaller gaps and don’t have to worry about running over people’s feet and it’s a nice excuse to sneak in a twenty minute cuddle while you’re getting on with your day.

Wearing a baby

Since I had Sid, I kept looking at people with slings and carriers and thinking that they looked pretty cool- sort of cosmopolitan hippy-ish… I liked it- I wanted to be a cosmopolitan hippy. Early on in the newborn days, I decided to take the plunge and got a Close Caboo. On first viewing it was a good buy- not mega expensive, unlike some of the more structured rucksacky style carriers, easy to put on (just like a tshirt, then plonk the baby in the front) and was sort of handy. I even took Sid to the zoo at three weeks old in it. Well, I took him in the pram, but when he got grizzly, I plomped him in the caboo and he was a happy man. (Side note- I’m not mental for taking a three week old to the zoo- My sister had cheap tickets, and I love the zoo- its not that I particularly thought he’d enjoy it, but at that stage in his life, he was very much just coming along for the ride with me!)

Unfortunately for me, the caboo wasn’t the best in the early days because… well, Sid didn’t really like it that much-  if you caught him at the right moment, brilliant, but on the whole, he quite liked being able to have a kick around and being snuggled in to me didn’t let him do that. So it got consigned to a shelf in the front room, until he was about three months old when, with his excellent head control I decided to give it another go. We used it for short trips, like if I just wanted a few bits in the supermarket, and even tried it once with him facing forward, when I popped round the corner to pick up a curry (that was a bit of a disaster- I don’t care what the manufacturers say, front facing isn’t good- it pulls your centre of gravity all off because babies, well, mine, at least, want to look down at the floor) and it was all going ok, until Sid got just that liiiittle bit too heavy. He’s still well within the weight limits, but a combo of the stretchy material and my ample hips meant that he was slipping down. If I left him to his own devices, he’d probably be down by my knees by the end of a trip, so instead we had to do a lot of readjusting and so I decided to look for something else.

Mainly because they were cheap (only twenty quid in Mothercare), I decided to get a Rockin baby pouch because as well as being cheap, they were sized, which I thought might combat the wide hip problem, and made of non-stretchy fabric, which I hoped would stop the wee man from slipping. Got home, decided the faffing about with zips was too much for me, returned to Mothercare and switched it for a Rockin baby sling instead. This one is a long piece of fabric which you loop through two rings to create a circle and wear over one shoulder with the baby tucked inside. I’m making it sound simple, and it was in a way,  but there were no instructions included in the box and I ended up having to look for a video on youtube to work out how to thread it.

Again it’s only good for short journeys as it does pull on the old shoulders a bit, and unlike the caboo, where there are basically leg holes, the baby stays inside because his own weight is pulling the fabric taught, which although very secure once everything’s well adjusted, does feel a bit precarious. What’s cool though is it comes in some nice patterns, and there’s a pocket at the bottom of the fabric which I’ve been using to stash a muslin in for sickboy. I’m very much enjoying wearing him, but if I’m honest, there might be a better carrier out there for me yet!

Taking the reusable nappy plunge

A few weeks ago, I was dipping a tiny toe in the world of reusable nappies- it appealed to my vague green credentials in that I might save a bit of space in a landfill, and appealed more to my tightfistedness in that it’s meant to save a good grand or so compared to disposable nappies.

At the time, I’d done nothing more than use some reusies that a friend had lent me but only when I had a full day in the house and not at night. Last week another helpful friend lent me some big old night time nappies, and I decided to take the plunge. Additional kit was purchased in the form of a toiletry bag to carry around the dirties when out of the house, and some baby flannels to use as reusable wet wipes- may as well go the whole hog, eh!

Dangerously, I also took to facebook and joined some second hand real nappy groups and bought myself one of the hallowed gnappies that I liked the look of. Oh and there were a couple of different brands on special in Tescos and Sainsburys, so I bought them too. And then took them back because I decided I didn’t like the look of them. So now my current collection consists of 1 pair of gpants (the outer bit of the gnappy), six new gcloths, the free bambino mios that I borrowed, three little lambs for night time, also on a loan and a bum genius pocket nappy that I’m not a massive fan of. And there are  three more pairs of gpants winging their way to me in the post (all second handers).

So how’s it going? Well, on the first day I had to deal with a poo while out of the house- it wasn’t so bad- it was a bit of a big one but amply contained by the bambino mio, although I will fess up- I did use disposable wetwipes to clean that bad boy up, and put the pooey inner cloth in a nappy bag to take home and rinse out there rather than having to contend with it at someone’s house. The second poo was at home but on the whole contained by the disposable liner, so I chucked that away, and as the nappy itself didn’t look too splattered, just chucked it straight in the nappy bin. That was a mistake as the bin smelled like death for a whole day. I’ve heard that rather than rinsing them in the sink you can hold your inners under the flush of a toilet. Sounds gross, but I’m willing to give it a try. For today’s poo, I confess I wussed out and put on a disposable- I knew it was brewing as it’d been three days with no movement, so it was likely to be (and indeed was) a bit of a beast.

Wee-wise, we’ve only had two leaks- one mystery one that I just think I went too long before I changed him- 12 hours overnight was obviously pushing it a bit- and one that Mark put on but left a bit of nappy sticking out the back of the wrap, so that just leaked out onto clothes- nothing too tragic.

I’m looking forward to building up my gnappy collection a bit more, as that’s what we’ve settled on. I’ve seen some pictures of people’s ‘stashes’ of hundreds of nappies and am confident I’ll never get to that stage, but in order to go full time on the reusables, but only wash every other day, I think I’ll need as a minimum six gpants, eighteen cloths plus my three night time nappies. I’m still not 100% confident of it working- you certainly need to change babies more frequently in cloth than disposables but I’m getting used to it. It’s really not difficult, only involves a little bit more washing/preparation and I’m looking forward to having a little bit of extra cash

Baby bedrooms

I wrote this post in February, just two days before Sid’s arrival- On re-reading the first line, I realise how misguided I was! Three months in and we’ve only just managed to finish off his bedroom, hampered partially by the fact that the custom-made blind we ordered took longer than expected and the pictures for the wall got lost in the post, and partially that once we realised that the only time we actually went in that room was to use the changing mat, we realised there really was no rush to get it completed! Anyway, here it is, in all it’s glory, followed by my optimistic original post!
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…I really wanted to get the baby’s bedroom finished well in advance of his arrival. The house was just getting more full of baby stuff which I wanted to put away, and I was losing track of what I’d bought!

Back in October, there was a sale at mothercare, and we bought a cot, wardrobe and chest of drawers that we really liked, which was laying redundant in about a million boxes in the back bedroom, waiting to be assembled. We’d also impulse-bought some grey and white spotty wallpaper, which had taken my fancy in B&Q one weekend, but apart from that, nada.

Over Christmas, once the beautiful bathroom was pretty much finished, we finally found the time to get cracking on the bedroom- First step was the boring prep- wallpaper stripping, rubbing down paintwork, you know the like. Unfortunately, this period of time coincided with me slipping down the stairs and spending a good week lying on the sofa with an icepack on my bum, groaning quite a lot, so I was next to useless. It also coincided with us realising that we really wouldn’t be able to find a plasterer to plaster over the grim artexed monstrosity of a ceiling until about April time, so amazing wonderful Mark threw caution to the wind, borrowed some stuff off of our brother in law and got stuck in to do it himself, in spite of EVERYONE telling him that plastering was ridiculously hard, and he’d basically make a crap job of it.

Plastering, indeed, was ridiculously hard- it took him two days to do the ceiling and a foot and a half of the wall, above the picture rail of a tiny 6ft x 8ft room, when it probably would have taken my bro in law a few hours, but a crap job of it he certainly didn’t do- alright, it’s not a seamless professional job, but it’s absolutely brilliant in my eyes and now it’s been painted, I think you could never tell that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing!

Next step after all the boring prep came painting of woodwork and ceiling and putting up of this weird polystyrene lining paper (the box room is really pretty chilly, so we thought a bit of extra insulation would be a good plan). Mark’s mum came in for ‘operation wallpaper’ as she’s a bit of a master. We didn’t realise that after the initial lining paper had gone up, the instructions tell you to wait until it’s fully dried out before you put the normal wallpaper in. Well, we were on a roll, so decided to throw caution to the wind and just whack the top layer over the lining without bothering to wait for it to dry- It’s polystyrene, we reasoned, and stuck on with some industrial strength paste stuff- it’s not going to just fall off again! After a few days of alarming bubbling, I’m pleased to say everything flattened out just fine

The final phase was to hang about waiting for the carpet to be delivered, until which we couldn’t put the furniture up, as once that stuff was up, it wouldn’t fit out of the door again. After managing to order a carpet that wouldn’t be in stock for ‘probably another month’, it finally came in, was fitted and Mark got to it putting up flat pack on his day off, while I was at work.

We’re up to the ‘final fixtures and fittings’ phase now- Everything’s done, and we’ll be putting up the final bits that will make it look more like home- A blue blind (which had to be custom made because of our ridiculous sized windows), robot lamp, some cool retro robot pictures for the wall and a mobile which I made myself, oh and this rather groovy trolley, which I’m using as a ‘handy bits and pieces/changing station’ and I must say I’m pretty pleased with what we’ve done!

Being a judgypants

I’ve made an executive decision to stop being such a judgypants. We all do it, don’t we- it’s just too easy (and too much fun) to bitch about people particularly, I’ve found, in the realms of parenting.

Case in point- I was talking to a friend about how her new daughter was sleeping, and she said the only way any of them can get a night’s sleep is if the baby slept laying on her front on her mum or dad’s chest. In my head I thought ‘for pity’s sakes, what a ridiculous way to live your life- just put her down and let her cry’, while thinking in my second head  (yeah, I have two- what of it?!) ‘shut up Gem, you’d never just let Sid cry if you could comfort him- you’re not Gina sodding Ford’. Outside of my head, I asked if that meant that my friend or her hubby could get a decent night’s sleep, and she said yep, they slept fine- they weren’t being woken up by a crying baby, they weren’t worried about her being on her front in her cot, and they’d got pretty used to sleeping laying on their backs. And that was when I decided to stop judging other people’s choices.

While I think there’s nothing worse than people that are absolute martyrs (you know the type ‘woe is me my life is so difficult, but oh no I couldn’t possibly do anything to change it, that would be too easy’), if someone’s doing something that works for them, who cares if it isn’t the way I’d choose to do it

Settling into the old routine

Still continuing with my over-immersion in baby stuff (babycentre.co.uk I’m looking at you), I read that by 8 or 9 weeks, you should be putting a bedtime routine in place. Woefully behind schedule, I floated the idea to Mark. It took a while to get our heads around the idea of Sid being upstairs in bed while we were downstairs watching TV- surely it sort of defeated the idea of him staying in our room for the first six months… and surely it was a bit pointless doing a lovely relaxing bedtime routine that culminated in him being asleep in the carry cot while the TV blared next to him, but I had a vague paranoia that if we didn’t start instilling good sleep habits early, it’d never happen- I read a story about a nine year old that wasn’t able to fall asleep unless it was on the sofa in front of the telly and it was enough to make me think ‘ok, lets give this a go’.

Sid, actually was and is a pretty good sleeper- he’ll happily have a nap in the daytime in noisy places, but it was admittedly getting trickier for him to fall asleep in the front room for any length of time, and with the ‘sleeping through the night’ goal forever in our sights, we thought that putting him to bed in a quieter place might make him sleep for longer.

Two-ish weeks in, if we’re in the house, at about half 7 or so, one of us gives Sid a bath and gets him ready for bed, while the other one tidies up and sorts things for the morning. Then we switch and the other one does a story, lots of songs, and a snuggle on our bed until he drops off. It’s amazing how few songs I know all the words to- Poor kid has heard a LOT of Wham in the last couple of weeks! I guess as time goes on, we’ll be trying to get into more of a habit of putting the boy wonder down in his cot before he falls asleep, but at the moment, I’m loving a little night time cuddle and he certainly seems to settle better that way so I say hush to the ‘making a rod for your own back’ doubters.

So has it worked? Well, yeah, sort of- He’s generally sparko until well after midnight and will wake up between 1 and 3 for a bottle, and then again at about 6ish when Mark brings him into our bed for a snuggy and another hour of snoozing until the ‘breakfast bottle’ at 7. So although we get a longer stretch of sleep at the start of the night, which is awesome, we still have to get up once each before the alarm goes off. He’s definitely sleeping more at night and less in the day though, so that’s one thing cracked and I’d imagine that as time goes on, he’ll eventually drop the middle of the night feed but I’m not going to worry about that until it just sort of happens.

A little bit of me time

When I was pregnant, I did some prenatal yoga classes, which were absolutely awesome- so relaxing and really sorted out my niggly aches and pains. The teacher also ran a postnatal class and said she’d be in touch six weeks post-birth to tell me more. Eleven weeks went past and nada, and I was a little bit sad about it but thought hey ho, until an email pinged up to apologise that there’d been a break in the classes, but they’d be restarting in the first week of May if I wanted to sign up.

I surely did, even though it meant my Fridays would be a little bit jam packed. Typically the one class that I go to with Sid takes place on a Friday at 11.30, and yoga would be at 2. Class in question is Baby Sensory, by the way. It’s ok I guess- Anyone that has ever been to a baby sensory class will know that you have to sing this song at the start, with actions, called ‘hello to the sun’, which quite frankly I feel like more of a nobber singing with each passing week, and I can never remember any of the actions. The class basically involves variations on a theme of bouncing babies on your legs to a song, waving various things in front of them and a bubble machine. Sid tends to have a look of ‘what the hell are you doing, mummy?’ on his face for most of it so I’m not entirely sure if it’s money well spent, although it is a good opportunity for me to show off when we do tummy time exercises, because my boy is totally bossing tummy time. Seriously, he rocks at it </competitive parenting>.

Anyhow, I decided I wanted to do the yoga, and my friends were paying for another term of Baby Sensory, so I’ve reluctantly signed up too, just on the off chance that Sid might miraculously start actually enjoying himself and will be doing the journey from one side of the borough to the other between classes, conveniently with enough time to stop in for a cuppa at my mum’s.

So anyway, postnatal yoga- what was it like? Well, not anywhere near as relaxing as prenatal, that’s for certain, but relaxing in a different sort of a way- Everyone brings their babies, and they recline on blankets next to us while we do the exercises. The teacher’s little boy was there, running in and out and making stuff out of playdoh, and her mum was on hand to soothe or feed any babies that needed it, so everyone could concentrate on themselves for a bit.

We started off with some stretching on the floor (Sid made sure I remembered he was there by repeatedly hitting me in the face), then moved on to some poses, aiming to help knit everything back together again- pelvic floor, abdominal muscles, that sort of thing, then we finished off with a tiny bit of guided relaxation. We used to do this in prenatal for quite a lot of the session, and I’d regularly fall asleep or phase out, but this was much shorter and had a sound track of various babies squiffling around so there was no danger of nodding off! We all had eye pillows which really meant that you didn’t open your eyes and Clare, the teacher, came round with oils and gave everyone a head massage, which oh dear lord was fricking amazing.  At the end of the class, because the hall was available for another hour, Clare made everyone a cup of tea and we all had a chat, which was really nice and I left the class feeling, while not quite as blissed out as I did when I came out of prenatal, certainly ready to face the world!

Real nappies

Real nappy week is just coming to an end. Alright, it sounds a bit weird as surely there are no imaginary nappies, but what it’s referring to in this case is reusable, rather than disposable nappies.

I had actually been dipping my toe in the reusable nappy world in the last few weeks anyway, so this seemed like a good opportunity to go for it a bit more!

I liked the idea of saving the world a bit- the amount of nappies that a kid gets through is nothing short of disgusting, and the disposable kind take forever and a day to break down, although when I looked into it a bit more, it was apparent that actually, the environmental impact between reusable and disposable was actually very small- particularly if you were washing at more than 40 degrees and tumble drying every day or two. What became more clear as I did my investigating, though, was the money that you could save was really pretty substantial, which always sounds like a bonus to me!

I got particularly lucky in that my local council offered a trial pack, of two different types of nappy for a fiver (a bargain as they gave about £40 of kit) and on asking my best friend, who uses reusables, for advice, she mentioned that her youngest had finished with the smallest size that she had if I wanted to borrow her’s- Obviously I took her up on the offer!

A brief bit of background- the real nappy world is bloody mind-boggling- there are so many different types and brands but all basically consist of a waterproof outer bit, something to soak up wee in the middle, and usually a liner to catch poo on the top. I ended up with…
-A pocket nappy, which is the waterproof outer, fleecy inner, and an additional towelling pad tucked in a pocket inside the nappy for extra absorbancy
-A two parter (waterproof outer and towelling inner in two separate parts, so you can wash the inner bit once it’s been wee’d in)

Both of these were shaped like disposable nappies, with velcro fastenings and poppers so they can be made bigger or smaller to fit a baby from ‘birth to potty’.

I wasn’t really a fan- they were both absolutely massive even when poppered down to the smallest size- Sid’s only 10 weeks old and not a big baby, and I just felt like he couldn’t kick his legs properly. The pocket nappy, a BumGenius, was pretty leaky too. Not a good first experience.

The stuff that I’d been lent was by Bambino Mio- a two parter again, with a nappy-shaped waterproof outer, but rather than a shaped inner, this system just had flat cloths that you folded up and put in the outer. The outers were sized too, so there was no faffing around with poppers. The outers were a bit old, so the velcro was curling up a bit at the edges, which I found was rubbing on Sid’s tummy a bit, but apart from that I’ve got on with them really well- they don’t leak, they’re ridiculously absorbant, and personally I think they’re not as bulky as the other ones I tried, so I’m sticking with them.

I haven’t quite gotten my head around the whole ‘carrying around a bag of wet nappies’ thing so we’re just using them when we’re in the house and still take disposables when we’re out and about, but even that’s saving some cash- The only thing I’ve paid for so far is a big lidded bin from IKEA and a net bag that’s meant to be used for washing bra’s in a washing machine. I’ve been putting the used nappies in the bin, which has been lined with the string bag, then every couple of days, I just scoop out the bag and sling that in the wash with half a capful of detergent and we’re good to go. I’ve been drying them on the line, but they are getting a bit crunchy, so I think I’ll do the next lot half in the sun and then finish them off in the tumble drier to soften them up a bit.

The danger now is that while I’ve saved some money in that the system’s been lent to me, I’ve started looking around and really want to go shopping now! I’ve seem some great covers that I want and actually, there’s a whole other system, Gnappies, which I’m hankering after, after I saw a friend using it- It looks similar to the Bambino Mio in that it’s sized and has inserts, but the covers look much nicer and it seems really streamlined. And as well as getting reusable inserts, which can be washed, you can get disposable ones too, which can be composted, so seem like the best of both worlds! If I can find some on the cheap, I really want to give them a go!

Pox watch

A couple of weeks back my sister texted to say my niece had the beginnings of chicken pox. We were due to be going over for Easter and I decided it was probably worth just carrying on as usual- A quick bit of googling found that the pox is contagious before the spots come out, and Sid and Lyla had spent the whole of the previous day together, plus little babies tend to have some kind of immunity to chicken pox so we hedged our bets and wilfully exposed our eight week old baby to disease.

A couple of weeks went by, Lyla’s coco pops, as they were being dubbed were clearing up and we were pretty much assuming we were out of the woods. I was getting Sid changed into his pjs at my mums, and decided to do a bit of nudie tummy time. Lo and behold, there were two spots on his back. My mum and sister said they were almost definitely chicken pox (who needs a doctor when you have parents that know!) and I panicked and started texting people. I’d been out for lunch with people with various children and worse, the week before had been at a wedding and my friend who has a very premature baby who is still in hospital had held Sid- The mind immediately went into overdrive- what if she picked up Sid’s pox and took it to the hospital? Agh! Thankfully everyone eventually texted back to say not to worry (one of the girls actually said she kind of wanted her little’s to get the pox now rather than later) and we took Sid home for a dose of calpol.

That was Wednesday, and three days later, all we have is the original two spots, which have started crusting over, and one more on his bum, and that’s it! Thinking back, he was a bit unsettled in the days before the spots came out, and has done some epic, gross poos in the last couple of weeks, so that could be related, but over all, I think we’ve just experienced the most underwhelming case of the pox ever!