She’s Teething…We’re ALL Crying!

Ah, Parenthood. There are so many things about this joyous amazing eternally fucking awesome frustratingly lovely period in life that are wonderful. The smiles in the morning when your sleepified baby has just woken up and realised you are in the room. The giggles all because you spun in a gentle circle yelling WHEEEEEEEE. The sheer amazement of your baby resting their hand on yours while they sit contentedly in your lap.


There are pitfalls. Landmines. Total-fucking-apocalyptic-meltdowns. And do you know what? NO ONE TELLS YOU THIS WHILE YOU ARE PREGNANT!!!!

They say unhelpful things like:

1. Ohhh get your sleep now (during 3rd trimester) as you won’t sleep when the baby arrives!

Do you know what? I didn’t sleep AT ALL in 3rd trimester. With the peeing and the restless legs and the insomnia and the summertime night heat and heartburn. Oh God the heartburn!

2. Rub whiskey on a teething babies’ gums, works a treat

Yeah, in 1950. If I wouldn’t give my baby juice at 5 months why would I dose her with whiskey??

And my all time favourite…


Anyway, as I was saying. Sophie is teething. She has 4 little white blobs on her bottom gums that are so white and ready to pop, as well as two white blobs on her top gums. I had a beautifully behaved baby who was quite independent – happy to play on Daddy, Mummy or on her own on her playmat gumming the hell out of her crackly butterflies!

So true!
So true!

Since she begun teething, Sophie has decided if she’s not on her playmat, then only Mummy will do. Highly impractical even if lovely. Sometimes I don’t like how much she wants me – sure she is my daughter and I love being her Mama and I love knowing I can soothe her…but I have to tell you…crying I can handle. Sobbing I can deal with. Incessant, annoying, ongoing and never ending WHINGING??? No. I have no patience. Lately my daughters’ anthem is a resounding ‘ennhhh nnnhhh ennnhhh ennnhhh’ over…and over…and over…and over.

It honest to God grates on the nerves. I can handle crying because Sophie only cries when there’s a problem. But the pain in my darlings teeth is so annoying to her she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She doesn’t know whether to sleep, eat, poop sit, lie, laugh, cry (I’ve had moments where she will cry while smiling haha!)

Luckily for us, a swift dose of Calpol, Bonjela and a warm bottle tend to help her. If she’s crying because of tooth ache, we’re crying because our nerves are shot to shit listening to it. Obviously it’s not her fault. She is a baby and can’t just articulate the pain and where it’s coming from and what she needs for it. And I’m not a bad mother for complaining about the fact that hearing my daughter so uncomfy and I can’t do anything about it. I actually got told the following:

You knew what you were getting into when you got pregnant. You should be grateful you even have her at all.

Well for anyone who wants to say that to me again, this is for you:

Take a running jump. Seriously – long walk off a high cliff. No first time mother truly knows what they’re getting into when they have a baby. You can be told about the wakeful nights and the clinginess and the terrors of teething. But it’s like telling someone what it’s like to have a million quid. You think you know what you would do with it until you have it. You think it will be the most amazing and easy experience to have a million quid, and it is, but it’s tough to be responsible for that amount of money. You see where I’m going with this? Teething babies are upset babies. They are sad, sleepy and grouchy for it and it’s not easy by any stretch of the imagination. Husband and I have bitten each others heads off in sheer exhaustion when Sophie cannot sleep no matter what we do. Rare for us, yes, but it happens.

Sophie is hard work. But I wouldn’t change a damn thing about her no matter how much I complain about it.

I smile because she’s my daughter, I laugh because there’s nothing she can do about it!


Why Do Noses Run and Feet Smell?

Sophie has a cold. Dun…Dun…DUUUUUNNNNNNNN. Runny nose, coughing the works. Add to that teething and my daughter is a DEEEE-light… not. No really she is absolutely lovely of course but she hates to have her runny nose wiped, which doesn’t make sorting her out easy.

Her temperature today was 98.04 which is the upper side of normal, so I’m keeping an eye on that. She also has Karvol in her bed – to be honest this didn’t work before, she has nasal drops and calpol in. We have lost both tube of CalGel – very annoyed by this but we actually do have a black hole in our house. I think it’s where the knickers and socks go. I’m sure I’ll find them all one day.

Not only does Sophie have a cold, but I have an icky one that I think is developing into a chest infection. Last time I had one of these was two years ago and I lost my voice for an entire 3 days. I do not want one of these again, but no, I will not go to the doctor!

TO be honest, I just want to sleep. I feel like I need a years worth of sleep just to catch up on life… Zzz


So so true


Bath Time with Daddy!

Right – it is bathtime. So I thought I would tell you all our bedtime routine with Sophie!

7pm– Warm lavender bath with Daddy. Mummy does the washing, Daddy holds the slippery critter


7.30pm – PJs, teething gel, Calpol and nasal spray (Sophie has a cold!)

8pm – Read a book to a dummy sucking baby 

8.30pm – Put down asleep in the cot after half hour of rocking and soothing, dummy intact

Sophie sleeps in a short sleeve vest, a long sleeve sleepsuit, 1.5tog sleeping bag and a pair of socks over her hands. My daughter has this habit of rubbing and smacking her own face. I believe this is my fault as I stroke her hair when she is tired, so she sometimes tries to soothe herself by stroking her own head. Cute. As. A. Button

We put Karvol decongestant into her cot to help the snot she has going at the moment and if she’s out of it we don’t put on her Winnie the Pooh lullaby machine.

Bam – sleeping happy baby, happy parents!


Introducing Miss Sophie Amelia…Dummy Sucker Extraordinaire!

Sophie is my darling, beautiful daughter and we were blessed with her arrival on Monday 6th August 2012 at 12.58am. This is her now!

My beautiful monkey

Let me begin this blog by saying that I sometimes make mistakes. No parent, especially Mums, like to admit this. The pressure to be the perfect parent can sometimes be overwhelming and I am very proud to admit when I make a mistake…because I learn from it. There is no such thing as a perfect parent or perfect child, only perfect intentions.

I do not do the following:

Co-sleep – Sophie has a beautiful cot

Babywear – Sophie uses a SilverCross 3D

Breastfeed – Sophie enjoys Chateau le Cow & Gate 2012

Cloth nappy – Disposable Little Angels range from Asda

Elimination Communication – I don’t trust that Sophie won’t pee on my couch!

Home school – Haven’t encountered school…yet!

The fact I don’t do any of these doesn’t make me or anyone else a bad mother and yet I do get quite harshly judged because I don’t practice some of the above techniques. So, I’m blogging now about Sophie and her life because I want people to be proud when they use bottles not boobies, cots not beds and prams not carriers. There is nothing wrong with any parenting style as long as the baby is warm, fed and happy!

Anyway, now that is over with, back to Sophie. As you can see from the photo, Sophie is a beautiful baby.

She was born with a shock of dark hair and the biggest, brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. Sophie is our little rainbow baby following two early losses the same year. She has a mellow personality and loves cuddles almost as much as she loves her blue horsey rattle. I am a huge fan of the Asda Little Angels range and we use as much of their products as possible.

Sophie’s Favourites

Blue horsey rattle

Daddy singing nursery rhymes

Being bounced from a great height – she’s already an adrenaline junkie!

Warm bottles

Being rocked to sleep with her dummy

Warm baths

Her rocking chair

Sitting up

She is now 15 weeks old, and just starting to teeth *joy*. Calgel is a Godsend, as is Calpol and Gripe Water. Sophie sleeps from 8pm – 6am when she has a combination of the above and a warm bottle. We are so proud of her for this

I will continue to post photos, debates on different subjects in parenting and updates on Sophie’s development