Life is a rollercoaster!
Life is a rollercoaster – isn’t that what Ronan Keating said in his song a few years back? That’s how I feel at the moment, the past 20 months have been mental, so much has happened. First off we had an ectopic pregnancy, closely followed by a missed miscarriage which resulted in surgery – stressful enough in themselves but that’s a story for a different day. After shelving the baby-making plans for a couple of months we found out in the new year that we were pregnant again – it was such a strange feeling, we wanted to be happy and excited, but then again, that’s how we had felt in the previous two pregnancies but they didn’t turn out well.
At 10 weeks, 25 weeks and 33 weeks I had bleeding so had trips back and forth to the hospital – each time we asked ourselves, “are we losing him?”. It was so frightening, we would just feel like we could see the finish line for someone to move it again. The uncertainty was painful but thankfully it all worked out well and we now have our gorgeous Beanie Boy.
Early in the year we sold our house and agreed a purchase on a new build, we were both very excited as it would be a new family home that was just “ours”. It wouldn’t be marked by the years of families before us, we could make our house our home! But there’s always a “but” isn’t there!! The house wouldn’t be ready until September/October time and baby was due on the 20th September 2010, that would be cutting it very fine. Our house sale was due to complete at the end of April and so we needed to move into a rented house until our new home was ready.
In May we moved into our temporary home which was in a village 6 miles from our home town. I would never have thought that this would be a problem but I soon hated living there. There were no amenities, every time I needed a pint of milk or just take Little Bean to the park I had to drive back to our home town. I used to call it “Coventry” because I felt so far removed from everyone at a time when I was feeling very hormonal – not a good combination.
Finally in September we were able to move into our new home but of course, that kind of thing is always stressful, especially when you are nearly 9 months pregnant. It was a mad rush to get unpacked and feeling like home before the new baby arrived. There were tears, arguments and some laughter, there were many many late nights trying to get straight.
And then on my due date my waters broke, labour began later that day and by the following lunchtime I was holding my beautiful baby boy in my arms.
Throughout all of this Hubby has had probably the hardest couple of years possible in the workplace, making redundancies, staff resigning, having to sell off parts of the business – everything in the world which could add to his stress. He has been very strong through it but when you add that to the big changes happening at home it’s not good. He hasn’t always been the happiest person to be around (me either with the dreaded hormones). He has been distracted and found family life hard to take at times.
But now here we are, today he is 9 weeks old and I can’t remember my life before him – strange how our children get you like that? But my hormones I think are all over the place. Its been hard adjusting to life with two little ones and to be fair I think I’ve had it pretty easy. He generally only wakes once through the night and we’ve already started to have a couple of all nighters so there is promise. Curly and Little Bean have welcomed their baby brother with open arms and, in that sense, family life has settled well. Beanie Boy is a very happy, laid back little man who doesn’t ask for much at all, unfortunately he is very very sickly, its not unheard for a change of outfits (both of us) up to four times in half an hour!!
Little Bean has always been a funny one with food, her journey to solids has been a constant battle and one which we’re still fighting. In recent weeks I have noticed a change in her, she seems permanently tired and very pale. Then one night in the wee small hours whilst feeding Beanie Boy, it dawned on me, her rubbish, limited diet means she hardly gets any iron at all. So now I’m taking her to the Doctors in the hope that they can help me with her again. She is a very determined young lady who will only do as she wants to do (and I’m no pushover) but when it comes to food, she will only eat what she wants to eat – chicken nuggets, fish fingers, turkey dinosaurs, pizza and chips – all the foods I didn’t want her to eat. She will eat yoghurt, custard and fruit purees but that’s it! Last week I bribed her to try a sausage for a pack of Milky bar Buttons but she would only try a tiny piece, but it was spat out after only a couple of chews. She is now waking at around 9pm each night asking for more milk because she is hungry. I’m at the end of my tether with her eating, I just don’t know what to do next?
And now we have a new challenge – I decided to breastfeed again (because I feel it one of the best things I can do for my child) as I did with Little Bean but its not going well. Despite initially accepting expressed milk from a bottle for a couple of weeks, Beanie Boy is now refusing the bottle altogether. For me this means, no social life without my little man coming everywhere with me. I can’t even make a trip to the cinema to see the new Harry Potter because he would need a feed whilst I was out. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that we make sacrifices for our children and I would do anything for my babies, I can’t stress enough just how much my family means to me, they ARE my life but when everything about my life is telling me I should be happy, I should be grateful for all that I have – good health, beautiful, happy, healthy children, a hardworking husband and a gorgeous new home – I feel miserable. I even feel guilty for feeling miserable, like I don’t have the right to feel this way. I try to pick myself up and dust myself off, telling me that I’m being silly but still it creeps back in. Some days are better than others, we go out walking as much as we can, we have joined a new playgroup and have another lined up in a couple of weeks time. But still I look in the mirror and wonder where I’ve gone? I have always been a very happy, positive, outgoing person but I rarely see that side of myself anymore.
Life for me is a constant stream of washing, ironing, cleaning up sick, changing dirty nappies, cleaning up more sick, food shopping, cleaning up more sick and then a bit more washing and ironing. I don’t know why I thought things would be any different but it has come as a total shock to the system. I keep asking Hubby for a washer/dryer in the hope that it will make something a little easier but who am I kidding really? Whatever happened to coveting the latest fashions, a new bag or the latest album?
Suggestions on a postcard please, how should I get myself off this rollercoaster? I’d much prefer the ladybirds!!! Do I need to give myself a slap and give myself a “sort yourself out” pep talk????
Karin @ Cafe Bebe
November 23 at 4:47 pm
I love you! I wish I could do more…I’d gladly take Beanie & Little Bean so you can have some time with hubby…you know that! If we can just get a bottle in him then we’re set. Until then, you know I’m here any time you need. Don’t be brave! It’s ok to ask for help!
November 23 at 9:04 pm
Thank you, love you too! I know that you’re always there to help me and I really do appreciate it. Really need to get these bottles sorted – then just got to sort out everything else! ;))
November 23 at 4:49 pm
Oh my lovely, I want to pop over and give you a huge hug, and brew up and pop stew in the oven – it is hard with two, it’ll get easier over time you mustn’t be hard on yourself!
One thing I can recommend for fussy eaters is Minadex tonic medicine, mine both take it especially if poorly, run down and over the winter – full of iron & vit D – things will get better xxxx
November 24 at 10:49 pm
Oh that all sounds lovely thank you, I’ll put the kettle on! I do feel like a whinging old bag about it all, I know it will get easier but at the minute it seems hard to get through the fog.
I will definitely look into the Minadex, am going by the chemist tomorrow so will have a look – thank you xxx
November 23 at 5:21 pm
Oh dear you sound like you’re going through the wringer
Hopefully I can help with the bottles – I found both of mine had a wobble around 8-10 weeks, there’s a growth spurt and a big developmental change and it just seems to go weird then. I found that the best way to solve it was to let someone else give the bottles and to not be anywhere close (they seemed to be able to sense me… and preferred me to bottles) and to try and whole range of teats
On the fussy eating, get some of the vitamin and iron drops from the chemists, the ones that are like sweets – at least that way you don’t need to worry about exactly what food it is. We found Innocent tubes froze well and were ‘icecream’ and their wedges were a good treat (and strangely healthy). You can also get fruit and yoghurt based sweet treats which might work?
It will get better – hang on in there and repeat the Mummy Mantra – this too shall pass
November 24 at 10:46 pm
Thank you, I never gave it a thought that a growth spurt could be a problem, I always forget them. We do have it so that Hubby gives the bottles but I’m always sat next to him on the sofa so perhaps I need to be out of the room altogther – perhaps having a long soak in the bath?!?!? I’ve bought some new bottles to try called “Breastflow” which we are going to try next week. Keeping fingers crossed!
She does like smoothies so will have a go at freezing them for a different “pudding” – she eats lots of yoghurt covered dried fruits because I tell her they are “sweets” and she loves raisins. I just wish I could get her eating eggs, pasta, meat and vegetables. She is one awkward little madam – can’t think where she gets it from **avoids eye contact**
Thank you for your help – AGAIN! See you on the 8th xx
November 23 at 9:17 pm
Always remember you are doing a great job, and are not alone in your feelings. After 11 years, I still have periods like yours, not the breast feeding issues obviously ha ha. But I do believe that as we get older time goes so much faster, making us feel less organised.
It sounds like you have lots of support from your friends, and it will get better. I would ask for a dryer – if you have separates you can have one in the washer and one in the dryer, a washer/dryer can only do one lot at once.
You have gone through so much. It will all get better and things will slot into place. Love & hugs xxxxx
November 24 at 10:41 pm
LOL I’m so pleased you’re not still having breastfeeding issues! I can’t believe how disorganised I feel – although today I have actually managed to keep the house tidy so that feels like an achievement!
I do have some great friends, and I don’t know where I would be without them – thanks for the advice on the dryer -v- washer/dryer, hadn’t given that a thought. Will write to Santa, I have been a very good girl this year ;))
Thank you for your kind words xxx
November 23 at 9:53 pm
Oh Hunni, I wish I could come back over there to give you a big hug. I have no wise words as far as eating is concerned with LB or BB, you know that we still have battles over food with J. Will LB eat lollies, they have some over here that are a vitamin and mineral supplement, they’re orange (which means J won’t eat them because he won’t go near orange food of any kind!), if you think she might try them I could send you some.
And I’m gutted too because I can’t leave J long enough to go see the new Harry Potter film, what are we like? lol
Try to take time for yourself, even if it’s just an hour a day, do something for you.
That’s it, all the advice I have, sending you all lots of hugs (((((XXXXX)))))
November 24 at 10:38 pm
Thanks for the hugs, they were great!! When you say lollies, do you mean like Chuppa Chups type of thing? Yes she will eat those – what make are they perhaps I could get some over here? Going to try some Minadex which another friend has recommended.
It seems really silly feeling crap about not being able to see Harry Potter but I’ve watched all of them in the cinema so far and I was really looking forward to seeing the new one and now I have to wait – not good for me!! Arghh just had a thought, he better get sorted before Breaking Dawn hits the cinemas, sod it he’ll just have to miss a feed, I’m not waiting for that to hit DVD, LOL!
I would like to take some time for myself but this is the first time since 7.30am that I’ve even managed 5 minutes to pick up the laptop and I’m shattered. I’ll get there eventually – miss you xxxx