Not a good few days
1It’s hard to really write this post at the moment as I’ve got so much going through my head I just don’t know what to put down first but I’ll try. It’s been a pretty rough few days in the Brown household but I’ve finally got 5 minutes to sit down and blog about it.
I guess it started on Thursday with nursery phoning to say Zara had been sick, since then my life has been a constant battle with sick, poo, snot, tears, calpol, nurofen, dirty washing and a broken washing machine but I think we are finally starting to improve.
After barely keeping anything down for days, we finally decided the doctors was in order on Monday (yesterday) after Zara’s temperature reaching 40.4 degrees on Sunday night and yet another night of going in to check on her, to find her lying in a pool of sick and poo. The doctors sent us over to the childrens ward at our local hospital yesterday where she was thoroughly checked out and having diagnosed a nasty bout of gastroenteritis we were finally sent home at about 9pm after we’d managed to get some fluid into her. Her temperature was still 39.6 when we left the hospital but we’ve been told to expect a few more days of it and to keep doing what we’ve been doing and ride it out. At least it’s reassuring that they were happy to send her home.
I left home at 10am yesterday and finally got home at gone 9pm so to say it was exhausting was an understatement, Zara did pretty much nothing but scream for most of the day and having been up since 3am with a catnap on the sofa I was at my wits end. Daddy was at work and though he offered to come over to the hospital to help out I told him to just come along after work as there really wasn’t a lot happening except crying. I forget sometimes how exhausting it is trying to cope with a poorly baby at the best of times but add in the fact that I’m 8 months pregnant now I think it all just proved a bit too much yesterday.
I’m feeling much better about everything today as hubby slept with the monitor in the spare room and got up to see to Zara overnight allowing me to have a full nights sleep so I’m a bit more prepared with the daily ritual of poo soaked baby, baths, washing and of course calpol. Luckily her temperature is down today and despite the explosive nappies we at least haven’t had any more sick yet.
I know it’s just a case of Zara’s immune system developing since she started nursery but it seems like we’ve just had one bug after another since November and it can’t help but get you down after a while. It’s not very often I get to tweet about how she’s taken some steps today or learnt a new word, my life just seems to be a constant twitter stream of poo and sick. It will get better I keep telling myself!
Right well it sounds like Zara is stirring from her nap so I’d better go see what disasters await me in her cot this time, it really doesn’t help that our washing machine has broken and I haven’t had chance to order a new one yet.
Mission Failed: Quinnycasters
0Well this month’s Quinnycasters mission was to capture a photo of our “sleeping beauty”. I always knew I was going to have trouble with this one as Zara just doesn’t sleep whilst out and about anymore but I lived in hope.
Despite hours of being out and about with the Zapp Xtra there was just no sleeping beauty moments to capture, Zara is far too interested in whats going on in the world
And with our day in hospital yesterday it completely ruled out our last chance of trying to coax some zzzz’s out of her in the Zapp Xtra. I do have to say the Zapp Xtra proves a godsend when rushing up and down hospital corridors with a poorly baby though.
So there we go, this month I admit defeat and instead I leave you with a picture of my “not so sleeping beauty” checking out some toys in hospital yesterday. We are home from hospital now and Zara is a bit happier today but I’m going to write a whole other blog post about those adventures
Not your ideal guests at a posh function
1Now I’m not one for dressing up and doing the whole big events thing, especially with Zara in tow but last weekend we were invited to a christening of a baby of some close friends. My husband was to be godfather so even though I’m not religious it still meant a trip to church and a party afterwards.
Now I should have known the night before that it wasn’t going to go exactly to plan, Zara had been awake and screaming between 9pm and 4am non stop, dreaded teething and a temperature of 39.7 were not really how I planned to spend Saturday night but at 4am she finally fell asleep for a few hours and hubby and I collapsed into an exhausted slumber.
Cue the morning of the Christening and despite our comatose states we managed to get dressed and ready for going out and we scrubbed up pretty well if I do say so myself
We arrived at the church on time and settled down into our seats, with people exclaiming over how cute Zara looked as she sat there taking it all in. The priest (or whatever a catholic minister is called) appeared and the service began and not 20 seconds in, Zara decided she was bored and cue tantrums. I left my husband to do his godfatherly duties and legged it out of the church (well as fast as an 8 month harrassed pregnant woman can go with a squealing 14 month old in her arms) and we spent the rest of the service doing a tour of the graveyard in the buggy. So hopefully we didn’t disturb too much of the church service
And then on to the party, by this time of course Zara was getting very tired but we decided to press on as we didn’t want to just vanish straight away. We sat down, had some buffet and then the father of the christened baby came to sit and chat with us, putting his pint of lager on the table. Oh yes, you can guess correctly exactly what happened then. Zara reached out and knocked the pint all over the poor man
So he had to spend the rest of his son’s christening party in a wet suit.
Needless to say we begged a hasty exit and got home as fast as we could where mummy, daddy and Zara all had a well deserved nap.
Moral of this story – do not EVER invite us to attend a posh event as we will cause chaos!
Robe Around Review
0As you are all no doubt aware I am now 32 weeks pregnant and starting to resemble a weeble. About the one activity I still manage to do and look forward to each week is taking Zara to waterbabies on a Friday.It is something Zara loves doing and I want to keep going as long as we can
When I was offered the chance to review a Robe-Around from Sporty Bump I jumped at the opportunity. The Robe-Around is a wrap-around pleated toweling robe which fastens with velcro and has a pleated section at the front which is ideal for covering growing bumps.
Now if anyone has ever experienced a waterbabies class where we go you will have noticed a few things:
1) Classes are full of mums and dads with their children, which is fine but when you are 8 months pregnant you don’t necessarily feel at your most comfortable wobbling around in a skin tight swim suit in front of other people. The Robe-Around is ideal for this as you just pop it on whilst waiting for your class and you get to keep warm and not feel like a beached whale
2) The logistics of getting changed afterwards are always a bit of an issue, I like to get Zara dried and dressed first so I can sit her down with a biscuit and drink whilst I can then get changed. This works well but it does mean that I end up standing in a wet swimsuit leaning over the changing tables dripping everywhere whilst trying to get Zara changed and not get her wet again from my swimsuit. The older she gets, the wrigglier she gets and the more difficult this task becomes, combined with me getting bigger, the logistics are becoming pretty impossible. The Robe-Around was an absolute godsend for this, I simply wrapped myself in it and was able to get Zara dry whilst not dripping everywhere, not getting cold and not flaunting my whale like body to everybody else in the room.
I absolutely loved this product and wish I’d found it earlier in my pregnancy but it will certainly make the rest of my waterbabies classes a lot easier to manage. Of course it doesn’t just have its uses for waterbabies classes, it will also be ideal for pregnant ladies who like to go swimming, aquanatal classes, on holiday or even if you go to the gym (well I’m sure some pregnant ladies do somewhere
) I imagine it would also come in very useful for those pregnant ladies who are planning a water birth and want a bit of coverage when they are getting in and out of the birthing pool
You can buy the Robe-Around for £20 from the Sporty Bump website HERE definitely a must have for any pregnant lady who loves swimming
Big thumbs up from me for this one
I’m stressing about a potential c-section
11I’m stressing about a potential C-Section
OK so I’m 31 weeks pregnant now and baby is still lying transverse and at the last scan the placenta was still partially covering the cervix so unless things start moving in an upwards direction then I need to start accepting that a C-section birth is on the cards. My next scan is on the 17th Feb at 35 weeks when we will know for sure but the worries are starting to creep in now.
I was lucky with Zara, labour started quickly, was very simple (apart from ventouse for the final bit) and over within 4 hours. We didn’t have time for any pain relief apart from gas and air and to be honest after such a nice straightforward birth I felt like supermum. I look back at the whole thing and I think I actually found it quite a satisfying and empowering process. I was actually looking forward to the thought of giving birth naturally again and can’t say I’m particularly worried or stressed about that idea.
The trouble is I may not have that option anymore and I’m going to have to consider that this birth is going to be a whole lot different
I have huge issues about the idea of a c-section birth so I’m going to list a few and hope you guys can reassure me a little bit.
1) I hate the idea of a spinal / edipural and not being able to feel my legs / lower body. This is probably my worst fear and it’s the one that gives me nightmares. I know if I have to have a c-section then it’s inevitable but I just hate the thought of it.
2) I really don’t like the idea of not being able to sit up, cuddle and breastfeed the new baby as soon as it’s been born. Within minutes of Zara being born we were sat having cuddles and it was lovely, I don’t want the new baby to be wheeled away and I have to lie there being sewn up again etc before I see it again.
3) I really don’t like the idea of having to rely on midwives, nurses etc having to come and help me to lift the baby etc I’m really independent and I want to be capable of going and picking up the baby if it’s crying.
4) I worry about how long it will take to heal afterwards, especially when I will also have a 15 month old toddler aswell to look after, if I can’t lift anything or can’t drive then I’m going to be pretty much useless and it will drive me insane.
I know I should consider myself lucky for two reasons:
1) Some people have only ever had c-sections and would love to have experienced a normal birth and so I will always be thankful for that at least
2) I guess the only thing worse than going for a c-section, is going for a c-section after you’ve spent 15 hours + in labour trying to give birth normally. At least I will know in advance that it’s going to be a c-section and that I can mentally prepare myself for it.
So I guess this is an appeal for advice and reassurance to help me get over some of these fears I have.
Running (or rodeo riding) before she can walk
0I’ve come to the conclusion that Zara is always going to puzzle me, she has been at the “almost walking” stage for ages now, she will take 4-5 steps quite happily when she isn’t thinking about it but if she stops to think then she seems to bottle it and prefer the safer option of crawling. Probably completely normal and in a way I’m glad she has a cautious element to her.
She does however have a reckless obsession with climbing, why bother walking forwards when you can aim for the skies is apparently her current motto. Leave anything anywhere which can enable her to get a little bit higher and she will find it, stand on it. She has even learnt to stack objects in an effort to get higher! This evening she even attempted to climb out of the bath by standing on some of her toys.
The other evening she was happily climbing on and off her bounce and spin zebra and I took my eyes off her for 5 seconds, I look up and this is what I see…
She was really enjoying it aswell, of course being a super cautious mum, rather than rushing to remove her from imminent danger, I instead reached for the camera. It must be the horsewoman in me that makes me so proud of her interest in being in (or in this case on) the saddle
I’m already wondering how long it will be before I can get her on a pony and let the real fun begin! Maybe in a few years she’ll be joining mummy in her love of horses
I guess the proper walking is just around the corner.
Baby Led Weaning – Our Experience
4I’m certainly no expert when it comes to babies, after all Zara was my first one and so when it came to thinking about weaning her it seemed that there were such a large variety of opinions out there it was impossible not to get completely confused.
Now I’m someone who likes to keep things simple and where possible go with the flow but I also like to thoroughly investigate all the options before I start on something and so when Zara was around 4 months old I started looking into the minefield that is baby weaning. Government guidelines are of course that you should wait until your baby is 6 months old before weaning and I wanted to wait as long as possible before starting despite well meaning advice from anyone within hearing distance. After all “babies only start sleeping through when you fill them up with baby rice at 3 months old” don’t they? Nope, that’s a load of nonsense, Zara has slept through since she was 6 weeks old and we only ever really got disturbed nights when she was teething or having a growth spurt and so the need to wean her early in order for a nights sleep wasn’t necessary.
Being a member of various parenting forums, one thing that did keep cropping up in relation to weaning was Baby Led Weaning and me being me had to investigate. Baby led weaning (or BLW as I shall call it from now on in this post to save my fingers) basically goes by the concept that if you wait until your baby is 6 months old to start weaning, then you don’t need to bother with purees and mushy stuff as they are old enough to start straight onto solid food. And that is basically it, wait until 6 months, start giving solid food and let the baby decide when it is ready to eat and how much it wants to eat. No mush, no purees, no spoon feeding, no force feeding, just put baby in highchair, give them some food and let them explore it. Sounds simple eh? The most commonly recommended book on the subject is “Baby Led Weaning” by Gill Rapley, although this is more of a theory behind it and guide rather than an actual “how to” book. If you are wanting a book which tells you that at 6 months, offer x food and in week 2 offer x, y and z food then you won’t find one as this isn’t what BLW is about.
So how do you start BLW? Well that’s pretty easy, from when Zara was about 5 months old we started sitting her in her highchair whilst we ate our meals and we’d give her some plastic cutlery to play with etc just to get her used to the idea of sitting down, watching us eating, conversations etc. Mealtimes are more of a social interaction initially for BLW than food focussed. Zara was about 5 and a half months when she started showing an interest in what was on our plates and so I started popping little bits on her tray, a floret of broccoli or a piece of carrot are always good starting foods. At first all she did was play with them, maybe throw them on the floor, maybe lick it but after a week or so she became more courageous and started putting them in her mouth. Now I will admit that the first time you watch your baby put something in their mouth, you will hold your breath and tense up, I reckon it’s impossible not too but try your hardest not to react and just carry on eating. The theory is that by 6 months old your baby is perfectly capable of managing to eat and if you sit back and let them, they will show you just how well they manage.
There will be gagging initially. Now many parents panic at this and this is probably the reason that most attempts at BLW fail as baby starts coughing and the parent incorrectly assumes their child is choking. The gag reflex is far forward in a babies mouth at this age and it is designed this way so that babies will automatically gag and bring forward any un-chewed food back to the front of their mouths. So yes you will find your baby gags quite a bit initially as it learns to chew food but you really shouldn’t step in unless the baby is clearly choking and struggling. I’d say 9 times out of 10 parents over-react to gagging when it really isn’t necessary. My rule was stay calm and sit still and wait, if baby is still coughing then they are still breathing and the airway is not blocked and they are not choking. If baby is physically distressed or struggling to breathe then is the time to step in, although this never happened once with Zara, we had plenty of gagging in the initial weeks but never once did I have to intervene.
Once started on the BLW route is really is simple from then on, you just keep giving bits of food and let the baby decide when and how much they want to eat, no pressure. You just keep giving them their bottles of milk as normal and eventually in their own time baby will drop the milk and eat more food. It may take a few months before baby is eating substantial amounts of food, with Zara she was probably around 8 months when she really started properly eating decent portions of food but now at 13 months old she eats 3 full meals a day, plus snacks and only has milk first thing in the morning and last thing at night. We will be dropping these bottles shortly as she isn’t really interested in them that much anymore.
Will I be doing BLW again with this next baby? Most definitely, it has been so much fun doing it with Zara, I wouldn’t hesitate to go down the BLW route again. Zara will happily eat anything we give her nowadays (including curry etc, we introduced her to garlic, chilli, ginger etc from an early age and so she much prefers stronger tasting food than any of that bland baby mush!) and mealtimes are a pleasure. Instead of spending mealtimes feeding our baby we spend them interacting and conversing with her and rarely a mealtime goes by without us all laughing and giggling together. Even eating out is simple as there is no messy baby food to prepare, we just give her bits of what we are having.
And yes I know this video is sideways but you get the general idea, this was Zara feeding herself banana custard out of the pot, with a spoon at 13 months old. A proud mummy moment
If you decide to go down the BLW route yourself and ever want a bit of support/advice then feel free to email me at dawn.brown@live.co.uk or you can find me on twitter @dawnie_brown I’m no expert on the subject but sometimes it’s nice just to talk to someone who has been there and done that!
5 Years Ago Today…
15 years ago today I set off from Hull, on my way to York to meet a man I’d only previously spoken to on the internet. We’d arranged to meet at Parliament Square in York for a couple of drinks in the afternoon.
Me being most unlike me ended up being an hour late and by the time we eventually met, we located each other outside the Zara store. Yes, you’ve guessed correctly, that is one of the reasons behind Zara’s name
That coffee turned into an afternoon and then ended up with an evening meal and me returning back to Hull at gone midnight. Little did I know that this man would end up my husband
6 months later in the summer he proposed, the following summer we got married and here we are 5 years later with a beautiful one year old daughter and only a few weeks away from our second arrival
So this post is dedicated to my wonderful husband, I love you more than words can say xxx xxx xxx
Tonight we are off out for a meal at the MalMaison in Newcastle, a prize which I won on twitter and which we’ve finally got round to taking. It’s only our second night out together since Zara arrived, with no family up here it’s been a pretty tough year so we’re hoping to have a lovely relaxing meal tonight to celebrate half a decade since our first date
The youngest was the most loved?
4In the words of one of my favourite (if a little miserable) artists I found myself asking myself this question last night whilst giving Zara her evening bottle and enjoying some mummy cuddles. With her being at nursery four days a week now and it often being the case that I’ve left the house in the morning before she is awake, I usually only get two hours to spend with her on those days so we like to make the most of them.
However, back to the point of this post. I found myself as I often do, thinking just how much I love my little girl, I don’t think my heart is big enough to contain it all sometimes and you know that feeling when you think your heart could burst as it’s so full? I almost felt sorry for the second baby I’m expecting as surely it is impossible to love something else with the same intensity? Will Zara always be that little bit “more special” than the next baby?
This got me thinking back to the common perception that the youngest child in the family is usually the one that seems to be “the favourite” and then I started feeling sad for Zara that maybe she is going to fade into the background a bit when the second baby arrives
I really hope this isn’t going to be the case as I cherish every (well most) moment I get with Zara and I love seeing how much she is turning from a baby into a little person. Her personality develops more each day and even though I can see we’re going to have some battles over the years to come (oh yes I can see the stroppy diva appearing in her already), I still love what she is turning into. She’s already a very independent little girl who likes to solve problems herself and complains if you try to help (she is so like me, it’s scary!).
When the new baby arrives, Zara will still carry on going to nursery which some people find a little odd but we decided that this needs to happen as a) Zara loves it and it is great for her development and b) I will struggle to cope with a newborn baby, a 15 month old toddler and building up my business. I hope still being at nursery doesn’t impact Zara in a negative way, I dread to think that she is one day going to start thinking that she is being shipped off to nursery so mummy can play with the new baby. Hopefully at 15 months old she is still to young to start thinking things like that though.
I also find myself wondering whether I will find the second baby a little “boring” this time round. Maybe it’s odd for a 30 week pregnant woman to be thinking that but from what I remember the first time round, the first few months were all about feeding, nappy changes, crying, colic and sleeping. There was very little interaction with baby and it isn’t until around 6 months old that things start to become really “fun”. As much as I loved these first few months with Zara, I do wonder whether I’ll feel the same this time round or whether I’ll find myself longing for the fun parts. At least I’ll have Zara to keep me entertained I suppose.
So after all that rambling (I apologise), I guess I can sum up my thoughts as follows:
a) Will Zara always be a little bit more special to me as she was my first?
b) Will the new baby as the youngest be more special somehow?
c) Is it possible to fit so much love into your heart?
d) Is Zara still young enough not to feel jealous or left out when the new baby arrives?
I’d love to know your thoughts on this, especially those parents who have two close together so please comment and let me know how it was for you!
Dribble Rash – The War is Over!
3Well there have been a few posts on Zara’s dribble rash over recent months on this blog after our seemingly endless battle. As a quick recap this was the rash at it’s worst
It was awful, we had months of trying different creams, prescription ezcema ointments and pretty much anything we could find and absolutely nothing would shift it. I have a period of about 3 months where I rarely took any photos of Zara as the rash was just so awful
Can you see any sign of dribble rash there? Nope? Amazing isn’t it! I think we have finally won the war. And what was it that finally banished the dribble rash I hear you ask. Well it was a cream I picked up in Tesco one day as yet another attempt to see if something worked.
Kamillosan cream, their website is here if you want to check them out and you can find their cream in most supermarkets. Got to be worth a try if you are struggling with dribble rash blues too! PS and it smells delicious aswell





























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