I used to think I was busy. Then we had Madeleine.
Madeleine will be three months old on 1st November. Three. I don’t even know how this happened!!! All of a sudden the little creature born two weeks early is a stunning little smiler.
To give you a breakdown:
– Madeleine had colic…horrific colic…from 3 weeks old to 10 weeks old.
– In this time I averaged three hours sleep a night. When your toddler doesn’t nap in the day and the baby doesn’t sleep at night this is no Bueno.
– Infacol and gripe water actually suck and our new GP told us they were basically placebos anyway. Thanks for that!
– At 7 weeks old, I caught my foot on a broken floorboard at the top of the stairs in our new house. I stumbled and my grip on the Moses basket slipped. Madeleine tumbled down twelve steps and the screams that came out of me that day…I still suffer flashbacks.
– One overnight stay in hospital and a little bruising but miraculously Madeleine is 100% perfect. No brain trauma or broken bones.
– Sophie still won’t really acknowledge Madeleine exists but does now talk about her. Think she’s now realised she isn’t going away.
– At 12 weeks old, she fits into 3-6m clothing lengthways. She is a weed.
That’s pretty much all of the news on Madeleine. Colic has been an absolute bastard. Screaming babies you can handle. Colic is scary and exhausting. Thank goodness for well behaved two year olds!!
Speaking of two year olds… Sophie is doing amazingly well. We still have yet to embark on potty training, although Sophie tells me when she goes the moment I suggest the toilet or potty I get met with resounding ‘no toilet!’ Haha. We will be tackling it in the new year. To be fair, Sophie has had a fair bit of upheaval so it is only good to her to let her settle a little.
Her speech is now frankly fantastic. Sentences structured so eloquently…hearing the sound of ‘I did a big poo poo’ never gets old really. Even if she hasn’t gone lol. We had a difficult tantrum patch from April – June and since we’ve moved away from the coast, we have had one. One itty bitty tantrum. I feel very proud of Sophie. Anyone who knows me will agree I’m the hard arse of the parents and I discipline quite hard. The reason for this is I want her to learn young and understand young. It’s working.
When we go out I don’t need a pushchair or reins for Sophie. She happily skips alongside me and holds my hand. When she passes me things or wants something she says please and thank you and rarely do I need to prompt. Sophie’s bedtime routine is so set and she sleeps 7-7 now with a rare break for a bit of water. She yells hooray at bedtime and loves being read her Donald Duck book. She is an absolute little joy and spending time with her is so much fun. I missed a lot of her first year but I’m so glad I get this time at home with her now.
As for me? Well I will be taking Breaking the Mould off the blog at the end of December. I know it’s unfinished on here but there’s a reason!! The remaining chapters have been written and rewritten and the book is finished. I am publishing to Kindle in January. So anyone who wishes to see how it all turns out will need to stay tuned for the Kindle edition! I am so excited about this!
I have also drafted outlines for a second book, unrelated to BTM, and those I’ve explained the plot line to have been quite happy and have asked when I will be writing it haha! This will also be a Kindle edition.
Aside from that, I recently was able to meet up with a friend of mine who I met online when I got pregnant with Sophie. I’ve spoken about her before on here and her daughter was born five hours before Sophie. After three years, we finally got to see each other and spend time together. And now she won’t go away (haha I don’t mean it!!). It’s so so lovely to have one of my closest nutty friends over and Sophie loves her and her little girl so much! We’ve managed to go and see Annabelle in cinema (yes! An evening just for mummies!) and scared ourselves silly and soon we will be off to see The Babadook, considering we obviously need help haha.
All in all, it’s been an eventful few months. I’ve been to the edge of postnatal depression and back and finally I feel like I’m gaining some good solid ground.
Now I have said that you wait. One of my daughters will throw me a curveball…