Little sleep thief: Imagine being this happy before 5am!
Honestly, I had parenting absolutely nailed… until I actually had a baby.
I don’t think I’m alone in this. I think most of us have pretty clear ideas of what we’d do as a mummy or daddy. What we would allow. What our child will and won’t do.
Which is great, until you realise that your child totally didn’t get the memo.
Here are some of my pre-Sonny Jim parenting fallacies:
* The baby won’t be sleeping in our bed.
Yep. That worked really well until he was poorly. Until he started waking up at 4am. Until he started staying awake for hours in the middle of the night. Now, at least part of the night is often spent with a tiny, wriggly third wheel in our bed. It’s that or we just don’t sleep for nights on end. And, quite frankly, I need sleep. Continue reading
Growing up happy and healthy: And that’s all that matters
This time a year ago I finally admitted defeat. I stopped expressing for Sonny Jim.
He was three months old and had been pump-fed from birth – after refusing to breastfeed.
Looking back, I should have stopped sooner.
Before his birth I had been adamant I was going to breastfeed. I was prepared for it to be painful, for cracked nipples, for leaking boobs, to deal with any tuts in public.
I was prepared for everything…except a baby that refused to be breastfed.
My little boy was a reluctant feeder. He mastered latching on, but then totally refused to do anything. Continue reading
Soft play Sonny Jim: safe from sharp edges and hard floors
Since Sonny Jim started crawling a couple of months ago I’ve been desperately trying to wear the little menace out so as he stops wanting to continually open and close doors, climb up everything in sight and use any part of my anatomy that’s in range as a bouncy castle.
So soft play it was. Our first venture into this weird world was the Fun Factory, on the Purdeys Industrial Estate, in Rochford. Sonny Jim adored the slide, was terrified by the ball pit and crawled around free from his mum’s usual fretting about sharp edges and hard floors. Since that first trip though, I’ve realised that whatever soft play place you go to, there are always these kids hanging about too… Continue reading
Soothing: Sonny Jim’s eczema isn’t aggravated by Childs Farm’s baby bedtime bubbles
Before having Sonny Jim, I had no idea that one in five under fives suffered from eczema.
To be fair, even after having Sonny Jim, I still didn’t. It was only when a viral infection (that lasted five weeks and saw three trips to the doctors and one to A&E) triggered severe eczema all over my now ten-month-old baby, that eczema was everywhere in our little world.
Out of nowhere, Sonny Jim suddenly had a rash all over his poor little face, back, tummy and it had started spreading to his arms and legs. It was so much, and so sudden I was utterly CONVINCED he had measles. Or slapped cheek. Or maybe German measles. (I knew it wasn’t meningitis as I had been doing the glass test. A lot.)
It wasn’t any of those things though. It was *just* eczema. And so we entered a land of lotions and potions, of creams and oils. And bubbles at bathtime became a source of much consideration. Continue reading
Super sweet: Sonny Jim’s slippers
Sometimes you discover something so sweet that you have to swallow a squeal every time you look at it.
Sew Heart Felt’s children’s slippers fall ever so easily into this category – especially when they are on Sonny Jim’s little feet.
These Darci Donkey delights, £24.95, are just one of 26 different styles designed here in England by Sonia Spencer and skilfully hand-made by women across the world, using local traditional crafts handed down over many generations.
From Pete the Penguin and Sally the Seal to Billie Badger and Finlay Fox, the collection is made using organic fibres and eco-friendly pigments (wherever possible). Continue reading
When I was four years old, before I went to bed every night, I demanded my dad check the smoke alarm at the top of the stairs was working.
Thanks to this advert, I was petrified of a fire burning down my home while I slept.
TV adverts were a whole lot scarier in the Eighties. But it did its job. We most certainly had a working smoke alarm throughout my entire childhood and beyond.
And with Christmas now SO CLOSE, the scary truth is that people are 50 per cent more likely to die in a house fire over Christmas than at any other time of year. It’s not difficult to see why. Candles? Check. Roaring fires? Check. Fairy lights. Check. Lots of booze? Check.
Which is why you NEED TO CHECK YOUR SMOKE ALARM IS WORKING. And if you don’t have one, get one, for pity’s sake.
This leads me seamlessly into a service which, if you live in Essex, you would be totally mad not to take advantage of.
Okay. I admit it. I’ve gone a *little* bit overboard this year. But it is my first baby’s first Christmas, and I figure if I can’t indulge my inner Mrs Claus this year, then when can I?
Anyway, in pursuit of the perfect festive-wear for Sonny Jim (there are rather a lot of outfits in his wardrobe. Xmas pud? Check. Elf? Check. Reindeer? Check. Candy cane sleepsuits? Check…) I’ve come across some really lovely outfits.
So, here are some of my favourites…
Baby Shoes Rudolph, £18.95, Annabel James
Penguin Sweater, £38.90, The Bonnie Mob Doppler at Crab and the Fox
Robin Baby Leggings, £10, Blade & Rose
Star sleeping bag, £79, Mira Mira
And some, ahem, bloody brilliant sleepsuits… Continue reading