the guessing game…

in all the information you can get about babies and their development and what’s “normal” and what’s not they say babies have different cries to let you know what they want or need. mine must be broken because she only has one cry and it goes from 0-100 in about 8.5 seconds, whatever she needs is urgent. I can’t help but feel for all the new first time mums who, like me, are trying to find that little difference in the crying to see if she wants feeding, changing, burping, sleeping or just holding. early on it was evident and Mr B Badger.com and I would know instantly what she needed, not so much now that she has hit three months. yesterday my besty and I went out for lunch. she had her two girls with her and when K Doggy started to cry one of the girls said “why is she crying?” I said I didn’t know, so she says “well how do you know what she is crying for?” and my besty summed it up for her and everyone else…”well you don’t know, cause little babies can’t speak so they cant tell you whats wrong so you just have to guess and keep guessing until they stop crying” pretty much nailed it. you’re not going to get that kind of advice in a baby book that’s for sure. and I think I only actually feed her 2/3 of the formula in the tin and the rest gets made up  and then turns out to be a wrong guess and down the sink it goes. yes the “f” word – formula – but you know what? her colic has stopped since becoming a formula only baby. she is soooo much happier and not in any pain trying to bring up wind. yes breast is best but maybe not a one size fits all solution. seriously it’s hard enough adjusting to life with a baby without the added pressure of sticking to breastfeeding when it’s not working. oh and to all the midwives, health nurses, doctors, chemists and do gooders out there….making a new mum feel bad about how she is feeding her baby is not helping her and making out that baby formula is doing damage to the baby is really not cool peeps so off the breast-feeding high horse please for the mental wellbeing of new mums if nothing else.

three months…my god where has it gone? having said that it does seem like a lifetime ago that I was wheeled into the theatre at 10am as just Mrs and Mr B Badger.com only to be wheeled out 30 minutes later with mini B Badger.com in tow. I still feel mild anxiety in the evenings but I laugh now at the emotional rollercoaster I was riding in the first few weeks after bring K Doggy home…not sure Mr B Badger.com experiences the same level of humour in looking back though…he thought I was going a bit bonkers there for a while. thanks to acupuncture and some good herbs I was quickly returned to my normal, only slightly bonkers, self.

well the weather is already starting to warm up, my old hormones are returning and they have bought the headaches along for the ride and both Mr B Badger.com and I are trying to lose our baby weight…I am already at my pre conception weight but, seriously, lets just say I started on a high point. so we are making an effort to get rid of some excess and look after ourselves so that when K Doggy starts running around we will be able to keep up…not quite ready for the marathon club yet but I’m workin on it…

it’s the final countdown…

so begins our last week in a two human one dog household. by the end of this week the team at Haus of Halford will have increased by one and will never be the same, we are all in for a shake up. I think the last six weeks has been the longest part of this journey, I can’t count the first trimester really because I didn’t even realise I was pregnant until 10 weeks. if you just read that line and are now thinking how can a woman of her age NOT know until 10 weeks I give you two reasons why I didn’t cotton on earlier – ok three reasons but I will probably get into trouble for printing one of them. reason number one – on august 12th I had a D & C to remove a blighted ovum and after this surgery it can take up to six months for your cycle to regulate, reason number two – I didn’t have any symptoms of pregnancy until that tenth week when I went on a mountain bike ride and couldn’t make it up a small incline let alone the whole mountain, and reason number three – while scotty and I had spent the previous couple of years trying to conceive and failing miserably after the D & C we decided that enough was enough for all of it and in the following month only had sex once. yes peeps that’s right once. I hope they never ask me to participate in those sex surveys magazines do because I would have to either lie and say we are on each other like rabbits from sundown to sunrise or take the shame and say half the time we just want to go to sleep. especially after a couple of years of having sex only when the ovulation predictor said so – kind of takes the excitement out of it really. anyhoo so I know it only takes one time but really at my age the odds are stacked well against me so when I did finally take the test you could have slapped my face with a dead fish and the expression would have remained the same.

I guess the past six weeks probably would have passed with more ease if I didn’t pay as much attention to what willy wonka had to say. it was he who said that while my 40 week due date was June 19th at my age we would consider that two weeks overdue and my new due date would be 38 weeks or June 5th and he would look at inducing around that time as the risks of unexplained stillbirth in women over 40 is quite high. okay so we check off the weeks and at week 37 he says well it can happen any day now so get your bag packed and you car seat sorted. since then every visit has been a case of everything is perfect so see you next week. tomorrow is my 40 week due date and scotty and I were discussing the chances of him having a look and throwing in one more “see you next week” for good measure. I don’t think either of us will be bothered to be honest, we have hit our peak and now it’s just a waiting game for everyone else to play.

we got our nursery furniture delivered on saturday so today I can occupy my time filling up the drawers with myffyns many outfits that people have given us. so far we have bought three singlets, one Hungry Caterpillar onesie, a high chair, a bath support and a foam mat for the change table. oh and one box of newborn nappies. everything else has been gifted to us – unbelievable really, when I look at it now, and still quite overwhelming. her cot wont go up until we have painted the room and she wont sleep in the room for about six months anyway so we will probably christen that one in december but it will be good to have the drawers sorted and the change table ready for use. on the weekend I constructed the musical vibration chair thingy that was gifted to us and will provide endless comfort for both parents and child I am told. so on my first attempt without the directions – a family trait – it came together well but on closer inspection mine looked like an upright dining chair and the picture on the box showed a baby laying down….so then I consulted the instructions and realised I have put the back on the wrong way…oh yes there are the two red dots that need to line up – should have put my helmet on for this one cause I am definitely feeling a bit special by this stage. so it comes together and on the instructions it says you need one D battery and two AA batteries. i promptly forget about this until yesterday when we are at the checkout of farmer jacks and spot the batteries….I say to scott “oooo grab a pack of those D size batteries love” he says “what for?” to which I reply….”for the vibrator…” what a choice look that must have been for everyone at the checkout the heavily pregnant chick urging her man to stock up on batteries for the vibrator…while I did make an effort to explain through my laughter the damage was already done and seriously nobody would have believed that the batteries were for the “musical, vibrating chair thingy for the baby” so we just left with our bread, chocolate, yogurt and batteries for a wild night of unwrapping baby furniture and throwing the ball to Mr Rooben…..we are so rock and roll…