Firstly, I guess “Mummy-To-Be” is no longer correct, since I AM a Mummy now, however, I like the name of this blog so I have no intentions of changing it at the moment.
It feels like ages since I have posted here, and I guess it is considering before I was posting sometimes two or three times a week prior to Luke’s birth!
Life is pretty hectic, as expected.
Luke takes up almost every minute of my day and I also started back at work this week, just part-time, but it still eats into any “spare” time I might have had so “me” time doesn’t really exist, not that I am complaining about that! Between feeding, dressing, changing and comforting him, I try to express milk and help run the house as much as possible. I never know where I’ll be from one minute to the next and with Luke’s moods being rather changeable and un-predictable at the moment, it makes for an interesting time!
Luke is now 8 weeks old (as of today) and is growing well. He is 11lb 2oz and growing longer more than anything.
I had a major battle on my hands for the first few weeks of his life. I wanted to breastfeed him but no-one told me that it would be so bloody hard. I didn’t realise it would be painful, stressful and quite frankly, horrible. I suffered from sore boobs, sleepless nights (because feeding was so bad) and was feeling generally miserable because every feed was a battle.
People kept telling me that the first six weeks are the worst. This was at weeks one and two. How would I ever get through another FOUR!? Well, I’m really pleased to say that I did! I continued through the pain, got some help from a breastfeeding counsellor and things are now fantastic! He fusses occasionally but all in all, there is no pain and I am loving it. I am so pleased that I persevered and I would encourage anyone in the same position to try and do so as much as possible. The closeness that you get from breastfeeding is something that no-one else can share with your baby so you should embrace every moment because it won’t be able to last forever.
Luke started to smile around week five. It’s a very exciting site. He’s developing his own little personality now and I love it. I watch him on his changing mat in the mornings, staring up at Mr Clip-Clop (a donkey that is basically a kind of clip on rattle) and he can’t help but to fixate his eyes on him and get excited. He starts to wave his arms around and then his legs start banging on the mat, sometimes so hard with excitement that I wonder how he doesn’t have bruised heels. He coo’s and smiles and it’s beautiful.
I could watch him all day. He is the same with his “Tiny Love” mobile which is situated over his cot-bed in his Nursery (he also has a cot in our room now as he never took to his crib). It seems to be the most pleasurable thing he has at the moment and although he usually gets a bit whingey after around 15 minutes underneath it, I think it is just because he gets too over-stimulated by it.
I’ll soon be bankrupt as I can’t stop buying for him. Almost every day he has something new, whether it be a new toy or clothing. It’s just too tempting. Today’s purchase was a stroller. We have a lovely pushchair but the issue with it is that we wouldn’t be able to fit both the pushchair and Barney in the car when we want to all go to the park in the summer as the pushchair takes up most of the boot space. The stroller and Barney will fit perfectly in there, or the stroller can lay across the foot space in the back of the car.
I still look at Luke on a daily basis and still don’t believe he is ours to keep. We talk about his birth a lot because we enjoy it, it was such an amazing experience. It’s true what they say, the pain is soon forgotten.
I still miss being pregnant. I miss feeling “Flump’s” kicks and rubbing my expanded belly, but Luke is here now and nothing compares to being able to stroke his soft, pink skin and run my fingers through his gorgeous red hair and to be able to look into his eyes and tell him that I love him more than life itself. He is beautiful. I love him to bits.
