Breathing Space

A couple of months ago I packed my bag, met my friend at the airport, hopped on a plane and spent 3 nights by a beach, drinking wine and eating copious amounts of patatas bravas. It was pretty amazing. My friend and I had full conversations (you know the ones where you start at the beginning and end when you’ve both finished what you are talking about, rather than when a toddler demands your attention); we woke up at whatever time we wanted; left our apartment within 15 minutes of waking up with nothing more than a towel and a book; ate whole meals, sitting down with no sharing (except the tapas); and we enjoyed day time drinking with very little to worry about except where to head for dinner that evening. It was a treat, for both of us, but I’d like to think more for me as it was the first time I had been away from my 18 month old son for more than one night.

I obviously agreed it with my husband before we booked the trip. He was, after all, going to be in charge that weekend. And as the weekend crept closer I had to battle the feeling of being incredibly excited against a feeling of apprehension about whether I was doing the right thing. A full long weekend away is a luxury not every parent gets, especially not in the first few years, and my friends and I have had many many conversations about what the right age is to spend a night (or two or three) away from our children.

I knew my son would be absolutely fine, my husband is as capable as I am to look after him for a weekend, and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t even notice me not being there as long as he was being fed and someone was paying him attention (my son that is, not my husband!) But that still didn’t allow me to go into full blown excitement mode on the run up to the weekend, like I would have done a few years ago. Excited? Yes. Worried I would miss my son too much? Yes. Sad that I couldn’t explain to him (or more, he wouldn’t understand) that I would be back on Monday and I hadn’t just disappeared? A little. Concerned what others thought of me? Unfortunately, yes.

But, here is my revelation.. it was amazing! And I don’t feel too bad about it! So, the run up to the weekend was not what I was used to; instead of just pure excitement to be away for a few days, I also had a nagging feeling of whether I was doing the right thing. My son seemed to get increasingly more clingy (I’m not sure if he really did or if it just felt that way) and I had to suppress some of my joy as my husband kept highlighting the fact that it felt like I was excited to be leaving them both behind. The night before my flight, after I packed, I reflected on the fact that my bag was full of dresses, make-up and shoes instead of nappies and snacks and yet was still smaller than the bag I take on some day trips when I’m with my son!

I read a poem a while ago which I thought contained the perfect advice for a new parent. The poem is called Fire by Judy Brown. From what I have read it was not written with parents in mind but, to me, it really emphasises the importance of trying to gain balance between family and you. The poem starts by saying “What makes a fire burn is space between the logs, a breathing space.” The fire is family and the space is your space, your time away. I spend time away from my son almost every day; I work 4 days a week, 3 of those in London, so I have that time on the train, in the office and whilst drinking a coffee or eating lunch, away from family life. But this isn’t breathing space, it’s just time when my head is full of other stuff. The poem goes on to say “…building fires requires attention to the spaces in between” – something I think most are parents pretty terrible at. My mini-break was my space in between. It was my space to be me, and to be a friend (a fully engaged friend!)

My son and I had a FaceTime date every day and my husband sent me photos of what they were up to at home. I wasn’t worried about them, I missed them but not prohibitively so, and I loved my space in between. Whilst I know weekends like this one will be few and far between now, I’ve proven to myself (and my husband) it was absolutely fine and my friend and I have already optimistically pencilled one in for next year! I am a strong advocate of working hard to find the balance between spending time with my son and time apart. I think it’s healthy for both of us and the step up from a day or a night away to a long weekend away was a success!

Money can buy friends 

Anyone who has signed up for NCT antenatal classes will know how true this is.  As soon as I started telling people I was pregnant, the most common response I received (after congratulations) was “you must join NCT”. It, I was told, is the best way to make new friends. My initial reaction to these comments was to think I don’t need to make new friends, I’m pretty fond of the ones I have. I am in my 30s and didn’t really think I even had the time for new friends, especially not with a baby on the way too. (I am not saying I have hundreds of friends but I have some very close special friends who I love spending time with and my weekends were already pretty full!) My second thought was that my husband and I had recently moved out of London and we were one of the first of our friends to have a baby. Maybe we did need new friends. Maybe I needed some new friends with whom I could speak about babies, breastfeeding, poo and nappies just so I didn’t p*** off my “real” friends!! 

I cant believe that it’s now been almost 20 months since my husband and I, together with our bump, went along to our first NCT antenatal class. It was a full Saturday in January and I remember feeling excited, but also a little nervous. Nervous because I wasn’t sure how much I really wanted to know about the labour (I thought I might be better off just going in blind!) but also nervous about these other expectant parents we were about to meet! I remember that I got up a little bit earlier that morning and put a little more thought into what to wear, how to wear my hair and to put some make up on (which by this stage of my pregnancy was becoming a rare occurrence!) It sounds so silly now but there felt like there was so much expectation on these people becoming my new friends, I wanted to make sure I made the right impression. And whilst I know we were really there to learn about all things labour and parenthood, everyone who had told me about NCT talked about the lifelong friends they had made.. and if this was true, this was the first time I was meeting them! 

I think it’s hard, if not impossible, to really prepare a couple for labour and the time after their little one arrives (i.e the rest of their lives!) Our NCT teacher told us that they only teach us what to do and expect in the first few months and I remember thinking, well who is going to teach us the rest of it? Is there another class we can go to in a few months? Looking back, and having had discussions about it with my “NCT friends”, there are things we wish they had told us and other things we should have been more prepared for. But then, how do you really prepare? Out of 5 couples in our NCT group only one person had a “normal / natural (unassisted?)” birth. Out of 16 hours of NCT classes I think they spent no more than 10 minutes talking about induction, c sections and assisted births.. It just doesn’t correlate! This isn’t a criticism of NCT at all, I am just highlighting the fact that it’s impossible to prepare anyone, especially when there are a group of people in a class and the only thing that is certain is that every single one of those couples will have a different birth experience.  

Our second Saturday was a bit more relaxed, and we realised that we had a good bunch of people! We undertook the mandatory swapping of numbers (as everyone said we would) and set up a what’s app group straight away. The girls were sensible (and kind) and set up a mums only group; there is no way the men needed to read some of our early messages, and the Dads set up their group too. And then off we were sent! 

Since that first and second meeting, we have been through so much as a group. The pre-baby maternity leave, birth (and the detailed stories that followed), the NCT official “reunion”, meeting each others babies for the first time, maternity leave coffees, endless play dates, breastfeeding, bottle feeding, weaning, thousands of WhatsApp messages at every hour of the day and night, invaluable advice and incredible support, girls’ nights out, boys’ nights out, couples nights out (with babysitters booked), returning to work, choosing to stay at home, choosing childcare, juggling work with family life, adjusting to our new lives and all the challenges they bring, and most recently tantrums, talking and potty training are on the agenda! But we have also shared the most amazing moments together – watching our toddlers hugging each other and trying to say their friend’s names is worth every sleepless night! 

And now, as most of us are back at work full-time or with only one or two days a week off, our play dates are few and far between, girls nights are harder to plan and couples nights are put in the diary months in advance. WhatsApp has a lot less traffic and replies aren’t as instantaneous. But we see each other as often as we can and message regularly. We want our children to grow up as close friends and I feel committed to the thought of watching them grow together. Their relationships are already blossoming and it is awesome to watch. 

So whilst it is harder now than it was a year ago, when we had nothing to do but care for our babies (and drink coffee and eat cake whilst they slept!), we now make a real effort as a group to see each other, fitting in play dates when we can and with whoever is available that day and booking other plans in plenty of time. And 2018 also brings “NCT on tour” for some of us with a holiday abroad for 6 adults and 3 toddlers (are we completely mad?!)

I can, hand on heart, say our NCT subscription was the best money my husband and I spent in the months before Isaac was born. The people I met back in January last year are no longer my “NCT friends”, they are just my friends. 

We did it (do we get a lie-in now??) 

My husband said to me as he left for work this morning that he was looking forward to a lie-in tomorrow morning. I laughed, obviously.. I thought he was joking! We have an 18month old, and whilst he is a really good sleeper, I don’t class 7am as a lie-in by any stretch! However, thinking about it further I realised what was really meant by that comment was that 7am is better than 6am; 7am with a toddler in our bed watching Peter Rabbit (or, if we really have to, Teletubbies) is better than 7am standing on a cold station platform; and breakfast all together a little later in the morning is better than coffee at a desk in front of a computer screen. So, whilst our expectations have shifted dramatically it’s still the weekend, and a weekend morning (whatever time it starts) is more enjoyable than the mid-week dash to nursery! 

I know you’re thinking this happens every week, why does she seem so happy to have reached the end of this week? Well, this week has been a little different. This week is the first week since Isaac arrived that both my husband and I have been to work all week; 5 days for Chris, 4 days for me. This is our new routine. Until now one of us has been at home – first me whilst I was on maternity leave and then Chris whilst he took some time out to look after Isaac and try something new by setting up his own business. When I went back to work in January it was tough, looking back on it now, I think it was harder than I even recognised at the time. But it was absolutely made easier by the fact that Chris was at home. He was working but he was there. On Mondays (my day at home) he was there to watch Isaac whilst I had a shower, I could leave Isaac at home napping whilst I did the weekly shop, he could sneak a couple of hours with us both on some Mondays to do something fun and he could eat dinner with us every Monday. It was then boys days on Tuesdays and Fridays and we supplemented Isaac being at home with 2 days a week at nursery. Until 3 weeks ago, I could work as late as I needed, go in on my days off if I chose to, go to the gym in the evenings, see friends or go to client events without the feeling that I was planning some kind of military operation. The default position was Chris was at home. I recognise that this made my transition back into work at the start of this year so much easier for Isaac and me. 

Now, as Chris has started a new job, we have a new ‘normal’ and it involves a lot of team work and organisation. After two 4 day weeks for Chris this was the first week where we truly tested our plan. And whilst we are both extremely tired, and Isaac is not the happiest he’s ever been, we have got to the end of the week. We both got to work every day, Isaac got to nursery, he got picked up on time and the house is still standing (note, I didn’t say tidy!).

Things have changed and we are adjusting to our new normal but this week has proved that it is do-able. And with both of us at work, there is already a shift in our expectations of each other. I don’t expect Chris to have done all the jobs around the house when I get home (which I was terrible at when he was working at home) and tidying the house, doing the washing, cooking dinner are all shared responsibilities now, and whoever gets a chance (or has the energy) first, does them. We both still have the opportunity to work late or stay in London to see friends on certain evenings of the week and the other will be responsible on those days for getting home for Isaac. 

Things have changed a lot. Isaac has noticed and is letting us know he knows. Crying at nursery drop-off (which he has never done), and being either very clingy when he’s at home or, in Chris’s case, completely the opposite and shouting “no” at him. This is the hardest bit. I know we will all get used to it soon but it’s proving to be tough. 

In the meantime, whilst we are getting our heads and hearts around the emotional side of the new plan, we are continuing to learn little tricks that make our lives easier on a practical level. One major perk of having two salaries again is that we have our cleaner back (which I love) and we have gone back to online shopping (which I do once a week and Chris unpacks..) Life admin happens on the train on the way into and home from work and catch-ups take place whilst we cook dinner and before we fall silent in front of the latest season of Grey’s. And whilst I can just about still get away with not ironing Isaac’s clothes (the creases are so much smaller on small clothes..) I hold one piece of advice from another mum close to my heart – you don’t need to iron. Absolutely right. 

Times (better) forgotten 

Three things have happened in the past couple of weeks that have prompted me to write this blog.

The first is that I read the chapter in The Unmumsy Mum Diary where Sarah Turner sets out the pros and cons of having baby number 3. It may have just been the way she wrote it but it appeared to come across that the cons outweighed the pros. The cons were sensible concerns, like going through the birth, the fact kids are expensive, they require more room (in your house and your car) and another baby requires you to divide your attention by another multiple. On the other hand, children are pretty awesome (I’m summarising the pros!). The irony is that I read that chapter shortly after Sarah Turner (the Unmumsy Mum) revealed that she was expecting her third baby. Clearly heart overruled head. This also coincided with the announcement that William and Kate were expecting their third baby, the news of which was reported widely and sparked many conversations and debates on social media around the decision to have more children. I assume Kate and William don’t have the same “cons” list as many of us, I’m sure they are ok for both money and space, but it did make me reflect on the list put forward by the Unmumsy Mum. 

The third thing which happened was that a friend said to me that whilst a mutual friend was telling her how hard having a newborn was, she said two things: firstly, she didn’t realise it would be “this” hard, and secondly, she didn’t think I (meaning me) had had it so hard. I laughed. Not at her finding it hard (obviously) but the fact that it is so easy to conceal how tough it really is. I hadn’t done it on purpose, it’s just the way it happens, especially when you don’t see or speak to people so often in those first few months after having a baby. Those you see regularly, which (to be honest) was only parents, very close friends and NCT comrades, know most of the lows as well as the highs, but other than that, the stories are censored.

Even my husband and I have censored certain days in our own heads. I asked Chris if he remembered the time we left Isaac on the floor in his room and shut his door to drown out his crying. I sat next door on our bed and sobbed. Chris doesn’t remember. Also, in those early days, whilst Chris was out of the house for 12 hours at a time at work, there were so many tears even he didn’t see. We both remember the day when I rang him and just sobbed down the phone, unable to even string a sentence together, because I couldn’t do anything to stop Isaac crying. We remember (although I’m sure we no longer fully appreciate) the torture of sleep deprivation in the early days, and despite what every book and healthcare professional said, we would fall asleep on the sofa or in our bed with Isaac on us, not out of choice but just because we couldn’t keep our eyes open any longer. These things stand out but most of those first 6 months were a blur. Days and nights just blended into one, there was no real concept of bedtime, and waking up at 10am didn’t feel like a lie in when it was preceded by a night of broken sleep. I find it unbelievable that I can no longer tell you how often I fed Isaac in those early days or when he napped or for how long. I remember people saying “is he feeding again? Surely not?” a lot, but if it stopped him crying I didn’t care. I remember that he didn’t nap (at all!!) for a very long time but now it feels like there was never a time when he didn’t nap for a set amount of time in his cot like he does so well now. I can pinpoint when he started to sleep through the night, although I didn’t realise at the time that that was the start of a new routine. The reason I can put a month on it is because we went away a week or so after he started sleeping through and I was absolutely petrified that being away would ruin what we had appeared to have achieved (so much so that I briefly contemplated cancelling the holiday all together!). 

Isaac crying every time we would sit down to eat, Chris having to cut up my food so I could eat over Isaac breastfeeding, plans cancelled, ‘date nights’ postponed, Isaac crying, me crying, the fun of baby classes trumped by Isaac’s very different agenda, sheer exhaustion, the realisation that life as you knew it had been completely turned on its head and so many tears (did I mention the tears??), and this is all without even mentioning the birth. Whilst I don’t want to erase those memories, as they form part of my son’s life, it’s clear that we just pop most of them to one side and put a lid on them. 

Writing this has brought back memories that I hadn’t thought about until now, and if I’m honest, I will gladly put back where they belong. At some point, maybe when I’m writing my own pros and cons list, they will come back up, but for now, whilst we are loving the joys of having a 17 month old toddler, I think they are times better forgotten.

Two sets of Grandparents, two lots of love (two babysitting options!) 

This morning was a break from the usual routine for me as I left my son with his Grandad whilst I hopped on the train into London. Today is usually Daddy’s day but, as he had a meeting first thing, Grandad came down super early to look after Isaac so I could get to work on time. 
My father-in-law comes down once a week but usually he arrives after I’ve left for work and leaves before I return, so I’m never involved in the ‘handover’. Handing over to Grandad involved a slightly earlier start as I made sure Isaac was up and dressed and sitting eating breakfast before I left. I made coffee for Grandad and me (mine in my thermal cup for the train) and left them both tucking into porridge and fruit. Usually I don’t need to worry about breakfast or getting Isaac dressed as my husband does all that after I leave. He even makes and hands me my coffee as I run out the door! 

As I walked to the station this morning l reflected on how ridiculously lucky my husband and I are to have two sets of Grandparents who love looking after Isaac. My father-in-law was given two days notice about today and he rearranged things to be at our house by 7.30 this morning. He is semi-retired so work isn’t too much of a problem but he lives an hour away (on a traffic-free journey) and I don’t underestimate the added stress of an incredibly early morning start to ensure that he got to us in time for me to leave for work.  
When my husband and I chose to leave London (eventually, when I was 4 months pregnant) it took us a long time to find the right place to live. The right place being somewhere between London and “home” (where we grew up and where both our parents still live) so we could both continue to commute to work but whilst also moving closer to our parents to make spending time with their first Grandchild easier. Whilst I have no doubt our parents wish we could be closer and whilst I know that would make our childcare arrangements much easier (and, of course, cheaper) we both need to be able to commute to London. Anyone who commutes knows that the journey time has to be something you can cope with day in, day out. Moving further away from London with a commute closer to 3 (or even 4) hours a day wasn’t an option for either of us, especially now I know how desperate I am to get back in the evenings before bedtime. I can’t deny that sometimes it’s really hard without having someone on the doorstep. I still remember when Isaac was only a few months old (and having a shower was an achievement!), I visited one of my friends and she mentioned that her father had ‘popped round’ in the morning so she could have a shower and tidy the house. I was unbelievably jealous, and at times like that it, it makes me question why we didn’t just moved back to Kettering when we had the chance! But I love where we live now, and I know, compared to some, an hours journey to our parents isn’t really too bad at all. 

I am writing this, not only after leaving my son with his Grandad this morning, but also on the back of a toddler-free weekend away, where my husband and I dropped Isaac at my parents on Saturday before heading to a wedding and having the absolute luxury of staying away over night (aka having a lie in!) Kids were invited but we chose to leave Isaac behind so we could properly enjoy the day, enjoy spending time with each other and enjoy seeing and catching up with friends whilst having uninterrupted conversations (except the acceptable interruption of someone asking if they could re-fill my glass!) The weekend just gone is the third time we have left Isaac over night with Grandparents and I fully appreciate just how lucky we are to be able to do that. Lucky that we have both sets of parents who are able to do it, who want to do it, who we 100% trust to do it and who we can leave with no fuss and no comprehensive instruction manual! I know both sets of Grandparents love having him to stay and relish the opportunity to spend special time with him without Mummy and Daddy hovering over them, so it works well all round! I should emphasise that Isaac also has a big role to play in this – he is so chilled out, he sleeps through the night (most of the time) and eats almost anything you give him. Although he cried when we left him on Saturday (I’m blaming those teeth!) I knew that within a few minutes, and with the help of one of Nanny’s homemade chocolate muffins, he would have forgotten what he was crying about! 

I couldn’t write this without mentioning the fact Isaac is also lucky enough to have a Great Grandma and Great Grandad. As they live further away it means that visits are not as regular but feel much more special. Mornings in Somerset are particularly fun for Isaac as we joke that his Grandma kicks his cot first thing in the morning so she gets play time before my husband and I wake up! We shouldn’t complain though, early morning playtime means a lie in for Mummy and Daddy!! And the memories my husband has of childhood holidays in Somerset are starting to be re-lived through Isaac, and it’s awesome to watch. 

For some, leaving a toddler with Grandparents is a way of life that they couldn’t imagine any other way. For others it’s simply not possible. For us, it feels like an incredible luxury that means we can go to work without relying on full-time nursery, we can enjoy regular nights out with friends or just a well-needed ‘date night’ for the two of us, and we can plan weekends away with minimal fuss. Most importantly, it means Isaac gets invaluable time with his Grandparents. And for that, we are extremely grateful. 


This has just popped up on my Timehop which means it was 2 years ago that we found out I was pregnant! We had spent the day in Whitstable and I hadn’t honestly given it a second thought all day but on the way home I suggested to Chris we picked up a pregnancy test. My first pregnancy test. I can’t put into words now how lucky I feel to be able to say that. At the time, that didn’t really sink in. My first reaction / words to Chris might not be ones I share with Isaac!! My second thought (about how much gin I’d drank at my brother’s wedding the week before) I probably won’t share either! And then it was a mix of disbelief, amazement and shock. It was exciting but incredibly nerve-wracking and even after a second test I still didn’t really believe it. Nothing else had really changed, so it didn’t really feel real. I remember speaking to the doctors on the Monday morning expecting everything to slot into place after that but the receptionist was so casual (when I was shaking on the end of the phone from actually saying out loud “I think I’m pregnant”) as she booked me an appointment for 4 weeks time, I was left completely deflated. Was that it? What happened next? I had no clue what I should and shouldn’t be doing or eating or what vitamins I should be taking! I just had to go to work and sit at my desk with my little secret. It was an awesome feeling at first, until the morning sickness kicked in and that feeling of having an amazing little secret was replaced with thoughts of how much bread and cheese and packs of fruit pastilles I could eat at my desk without anybody noticing, and thinking of situations in which I was sick on the tube and what I would actually do if that happened! Those first few weeks were surreal. I had a wedding, a birthday party, several work functions, and during all of those I either had to pretend to drink or make up an excuse why I wasn’t drinking. Clearly I’m not that person who just “doesn’t drink” on a night out so these excuses had to be pretty airtight! They seemed to work so that we could keep our little secret to ourselves (and those closest to us) until we’d had our first scan. The 12 week scan was petrifying but equally amazing. We found out that we actually had a little strawberry (Isaac’s first name!) growing in there. That was the first time in those first couple of months that someone actually confirmed I was pregnant. And that kind of sums up life since.. petrifying but equally amazing!IMG_2463

I’m Mummy.

My name is Mummy.. to one person in the whole world, that’s my name.

IMG_2366He is 15 months old, he has been mine for 24 months, I’ve carried him, gave birth to him, fed him and I’ve cared for him every second I’ve known him. He loves me, unconditionally, I’m sure of it. There’s just one thing.. he calls me Daddy! He calls his Daddy Daddy but he has also given me that name. I know he’s speaking to me because he shouts at me when I leave the room and he shouts at me when he wants my attention. He also finds it hilarious! Also, just a side point, he can say Mumma. He has said it on a few occasions, I even have a video of it.

I was desperate as soon as he started speaking for him to say Mummy. He said Dadda first but that’s not unusual so I thought Mummy would come soon after. Everyone told me Mummy would come soon after. But it hasn’t, and now I have been renamed Daddy!

Isaac’s language skills have come on so much over the past couple of weeks. Almost every day at the moment my husband and I will notice that Isaac is saying something new or communicating something else to us. He is learning lots of new words but also other ways of communicating, such as pointing, making sounds, doing actions for certain words, and watching his ways of communicating is so interesting. His tone, volume level (!!), facial expressions are all part of his communication. We can communicate between us even though he only says a handful of words (and sounds) and he is learning how to communicate to us when he wants and needs things from us. It’s amazing watching him learn and how happy he is when he points at something and says the right word.

To other people, what he says may not always sound like words and his actions may not always make sense, but to my husband and I we know “dool” is ball (his favourite thing), “duh” is dog (his second favourite thing), and now it’s appears Daddy is me! Or his Daddy.


You’re amazing (even if I’m not meant to say it!)

Fathers Day this weekend has prompted me to write my next blog. Although really this is just an opportunity to publish how unbelievably grateful I am for my husband and what he does for our son and for me!! It’s a tough balancing act, and I don’t mean parenting (although that is an impossibly hard balancing act) but the praise that we give to fathers in the present day. It seems that if we praise men too much, we are told that there’s nothing special about a hands-on father and they should just get on with it (the same as women do!) I agree, to an extent. I’ve read many blogs and opinion pieces recently where mothers get frustrated that men are praised for what is ultimately just looking after their own children, and I get that there is really no need for that! But on the other hand, being a ‘hands-on’ father is a relatively new concept. I realise I am generalising here but I think its a fair generalisation; a lot of our husbands’ and partners’ fathers will (almost proudly) say they have never changed a nappy in their lives, and society is still not there yet in terms of accepting men as primary caregivers for their children. And, as much as we talk about women facing discrimination at work as a result of getting pregnant, having children and needing to provide childcare, so do men and I think this can be worse. I have anecdotal evidence that people (often of an older generation, and particularly other men) do not look favourably on a guy who has taken time out to look after their child, or who asked for flexible working hours to accommodate childcare arrangements. I don’t think it’s unfair to say that it may even result in lost job opportunities for men returning to work. How loud do we have to shout that to provide fairer rights for women we must must must offer those same rights to men, take away the prejudices and the discrimination and see childcare as an obligation on both men and women equally? Women returning to work will always be at a disadvantage if we don’t embrace shared parental leave and rights for men when it comes to children.
So, whilst I get that we don’t need to praise men when they take their children to the park, or when they change their baby’s nappy, or when they “babysit” whilst their wife has a night out, we should absolutely acknowledge those that buck the archaic trend of leaving childcare to the mother. Men who offer true “co-parenting” (for want of a better word (not sure I really like that phrase!)) for their families, should be appreciated and shouted about, not just because it’s always nice to be appreciated, but also so that when my son is old enough to become a dad himself, he can choose to parent his children in any way he likes, without judgement.


Food, baby

IMG_0011I remember clearly when I first started talking about weaning with other mums. Our babies were about 3 or 4 months old. I felt like we had only just figured out how to breast or bottle feed and already there was a new “phase” we had to start thinking about. Our first conversations were all about baby rice and rusks and to do or not to do baby led weaning. Our parents and grandparents were desperate for Isaac to have his first rusk, although the advice I read was that they had too much sugar in them (when we did eventually give him one, I opted for the low sugar ones!) For the first few weeks of conversations I didn’t really even know what ‘baby led weaning’ meant and it felt like everyone around me had made a decision to do it or to try a mix and I still didn’t understand what it was! I bought a couple of books but there was just so much information it was hard to cut through it all. So I booked myself on to an NCT weaning masterclass. Whilst I found it incredibly helpful all I could think was how was I going to remember all the rules! There was a list of things the babies couldn’t eat, some they shouldn’t eat and some they must eat. Food for babies is such an essential thing, they have to have the right portions of all the vital things every day and I had to learn to balance all of this together with everything else we were trying to learn (and a severe lack of sleep!) We decided to go for part baby led, part purees, meaning Isaac got to eat some finger food but I also fed him puréed meals too. Despite the fact that it is extremely rare for a baby to choke when feeding himself, I still wanted to be equipped if I needed to be, so I also went to a first aid course and learnt what happens when a baby chokes… this stuff was petrifying! If I’m completely honest at the time I wasn’t sure if I could be bothered with it all, it all seemed like so much hard work when breastfeeding was so simple!

I’m writing this as my son is eating his breakfast – Daddy has made him pancakes with fruit and yoghurt! And I’m writing this because I want to share how much I absolutely love watching him eat, it’s one of my favourite things to do. We have come along way since baby rice and pureeing everything in sight! After the age of one there is nothing really off bounds and we let Isaac try almost anything. I like that my husband and I have a similar attitude to Isaac’s food, he has his set meal times but we don’t mind too much (nor, more importantly, does Isaac) if we are an hour earlier or later, and he can try most things we are eating including the odd bit of cake, chocolate or ice cream every now and then! Watching his face with new flavours and textures is so much fun and watching him lick his lips and make funny noises when he wants to try something that we are eating is brilliant. I love watching his feet swing in his highchair whilst he’s munching away, the way he bounces up and down (his little food dance (we all do it sometimes!)) when food is on its way, the thought that goes into choosing which part of his meal to eat next and even how he slyly picks food up and drops it over the side of his highchair when he doesn’t fancy the look of it. I love how he stands with his hands on my knees as I try to eat my lunch, it sometimes feels like having a puppy!

I enjoy cooking him new things to try and one my favourite apps is now the Baby led weaning cookbook full of simple meals and snacks for my son to try. Whilst I only really get to eat with him at weekends I make sure the freezer is stocked up so that he has some homemade meals to eat during the week, alongside the freezer favourites of fish fingers or vegetable fingers!

Isaac has just learned to use a spoon for himself which is amazing but also comes with so much more mess! The mess is unbelievable, I think we have to laugh or else we would cry. The amount of baby wipes we used has quadrupled and I have already had to dry clean my curtains (something I’ve never done before..) and within a couple of days there were fruity handprints down them again!

It is such a fun part of being a mum and I love that Isaac loves his food as much as his Daddy and me do! It can be hard work cooking things from fresh, thinking what he can eat every day, giving him lots of variety and making sure we always have enough time to sit and eat proper meals, especially at the weekends. But the only real downside is that I no longer get to eat a full meal to myself!

“Time off”

I’ve just had 11 days off work. With Easter and then not working Mondays it meant I didn’t need to use up much of my annual leave to have my first proper break from work since going back at the start of the year. We didn’t go away; the advantage of the Easter bank holidays is outweighed by the fact that nobody without school-age children would pay the astronomical prices for a week away during school holidays!! So we stayed at home on the promise that we would fill our days with lots of fun day trips with Isaac. As we have to pay for nursery whether Isaac goes or not my husband and I also agreed that we would take him to nursery on one of his days to allow us a day of just us two. Cue an interesting feeling of guilt that we had “dumped” our son when he could be spending time with us (although he doesn’t actually know that!) mixed with a feeling of paranoia about how much stuff we could fit into our baby-free day! What we should have done, because we don’t normally get to do it, is drop Isaac off, go back to bed and have a huge long lie-in, followed by lounging around the house for the rest of the day! What we actually did, because (as my husband will attest) I’m not very good at “doing nothing”, is spend half the day at a spa (which was well-needed and delightful) and then spend the rest of the day shopping for garden furniture (also needed but not quite so delightful!)

I loved my time “off”. I didn’t need to set my alarm, I didn’t need to trudge into London and I didn’t need to iron my work clothes (i.e I didn’t need to iron, as I don’t bother ironing anything else anymore!) I checked my emails at the end of each day but there was no requirement to click my brain into work mode at all.  The thing is, I now hesitate at calling this “time off”! It was time away from being a solicitor, but I have other responsibilities now, ones which don’t come with an annual leave allowance. So whilst I didn’t need to set my alarm to catch a train, my own personal alarm clock made sure well I was still up long before my usual holiday wake-up time. And whilst I didn’t need to switch my brain into work mode, I couldn’t switch it off completely. I still needed to think about what to do to entertain my son each day, what he needed to eat, what he needed to wear, what we needed to shop for, what washing needed doing and what I needed to pack for our days out (whatever happened to just leaving the house???)

My week and a half off with my son, and time with my husband, was awesome. I got to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with Isaac every day; I got to bath him, read to him and put him to bed and I also fitted in some much needed catch-ups with friends I don’t get to see as often now we are all back at work. But after almost two weeks away from work, I’m not tanned, I don’t feel rested (I actually think I’m more exhausted!) and I never got that lie-in! I had a slight pang of jealousy coming back to the office to those that were well-tanned and rested having spent their holidays in Mexico or the south of France.  That feeling was quickly brushed aside whilst I checked my diary and counted the amount of weeks until the next time I got to spend an uninterrupted week with Isaac. Bring on our week in Cornwall at the end of May! And as we are with the Grandparents that week, my husband and I have already booked in a “proper evening off”!