I spent the first few months of Freddie’s life in survival mode. He was quite an unhappy, little baby with Silent Reflux tainting quite a lot of our time together. I was hanging on for the magical three-month mark when every book, blog and person had told me that things would suddenly get easier. And then they didn’t. Of course I loved Freddie as soon as I met him, all tiny and wrinkly and brand new. Of course we had many special moments together where I laughed and snuggled him and I felt- and still do feel- like the luckiest Mama in the world. But for those first few months, I found motherhood a real struggle and when it wasn’t suddenly easier I had some pretty low moments.

Having said that, at around five and half/six months everything did suddenly become so much easier. Freddie had a much more predictable routine, he began to nap at roughly the same time, his sleep improved again, he was content to play on his own for longer periods and he seemed to learn something new everyday. Since then, it seems to get better and more enjoyable and I genuinely enjoy each day with him. He is my little pal, he’s hilarious, stubborn, mischievous, affectionate and intelligent all wrapped up in an adorable bundle of big blue eyes and tufts of curly, blonde hair. This post is for any other Mama’s out there who have felt the way I did, who have found the first few months really tough and wondered or are wondering when it gets easier. Here are seven things I love about my seven month old. View Full Post

Last week I wrote this post on Mixed Weaning which included my favourite products and top tips. It has been a quite a popular post and I have had a few messages and comments on my Instagram (follow me here!) saying that you found it really helpful.  I have found it difficult during the whole weaning journey to find fresh inspiration for Freddie’s meals as well as ensuring he eats a variety of foods/introducing new flavours. Especially now that he is on three meals a day! So I thought I would give you a realistic idea of what Freddie eats in a week. Well when I say eats sometimes it all ends up on the floor… There is also a little giveaway at the end of the post!  View Full Post

When Freddie was around five months, I was feeling pretty desperate. We had decided to see a paediatrician privately due to his Silent Reflux which was still not controlled. After a brief trial on some new medication, our lovely paediatrician recommended that we begin weaning him. There is conflicting advice/evidence as to whether weaning earlier can improve silent reflux or not, but for us, weaning combined with Freddie learning to sit up, made a massive difference to his overall happiness and wellbeing.

I had actually given Freddie his first taste of food (mashed up banana!) a week before that appointment as he had been grabbing food from our plates and showing a real interest at meal times. Even after being given the go ahead, I was reluctant to start because I had always been pretty set on baby-led weaning. Everything I had read had suggested that baby-led weaning (where the baby essentially eats whole foods so no purees etc) was the best way to wean and weaning before six months was not recommended. I started Freddie and I’s weaning journey feeling quite guilty and embarrassed that I was weaning early and the ‘wrong’ way. I really, really wish I hadn’t felt that way. Firstly because Freddie took to weaning straight away and also because I really like mixed weaning and feel it was the right approach for us.  View Full Post

Since having Freddie almost 6 months ago, I have felt very much like I’ve been on a particularly relentless emotional rollercoaster. Never before have I experienced such extremes, overwhelming happiness and then feelings of hopelessness and the worry, my god the worry. When the midwife first put Freddie on my chest, I remember tears streaming down my face and being unable to express anything other than ‘Is this my baby? This is my baby?’ I have never ever felt happiness and pride like I did that day. But almost as soon as he arrived the worry set in. Was he comfortable? Was he happy? What did he need? Was he in pain? Could I make him happy? Why was he crying? Why had he slept so long? Did I need to wake him?  View Full Post

Freddie was around four weeks old when we ended up at an Out of Hours one weekend. He had been screaming for most of the day and although we had had other concerns, we had dismissed them as being ‘typical’ newborn behaviours. That day though, we felt that something really was wrong. We waited for around an hour taking it in turns to push Freddie around the waiting area to try and keep him calm. I felt utterly broken that day. I felt helpless and very low but I doubted my gut instinct and questioned over and over again during that hour whether I was just unable to cope and In fact there was nothing wrong. I remember looking at other newborns and they just seemed to fall asleep easily and they would cry but it seemed easily remedied with a feed or a cuddle or a wind. Freddie wasn’t like that. I know that those parents would have had their own struggles but all I could see at the time, were those peaceful babies led on their backs in their prams. Mine was never happy like that and it broke my heart.

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