The other day bfs coaxed me into ss's room, pointed to a cherished bag in the corner and gently reminded me 'you know what this means don't you?'
What he was hinting at was the fact that the few items held back from ss's clothes collection from over the years which had escaped the 'hand me down' process 'just in case' another little girl graced our family would now have to be involved in the distribution process. Essentially banging the hypothetical nail into our child bearing coffin!
'I know this isn't easy ....but it has to be done' he said as he picked up the bag and took it through to our room for sorting.
A small gesture, but pretty symbolic for me. I was good though, I think I handled it well (no tears at least). In fact I'm not entirely sure it's truly sunk in and that's why I was okay with it. I'm not sure I'll be the same the day when we finally pack up our last cot and transfer our youngest into a 'proper bed'. The realisation may be here that CC will be our last baby, and, probably because of that, I intend cherishing every moment.
He most likely will be the last - and that's something which may just take a little longer to accept - for now I'm living for the present and not dwelling on the future .
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Woop Woop
Premature I know - but I really wanted to note No.3's first stretch of more than 3 hours between feeds through the night. TBH the norm is more like 1 1/2 - 2 hours between munch times, but last night he did a monster 5!
He was pretty settled after his 10pm feed so I put him down in his cot. I woke at 2:30am in a panic! He was still in the land of slumber so I went back to sleep. By 3:30am My right boob was going to explode, so when I heard him have half a grizzle I grabbed the opportunity to whip him out of bed and convinve him he needed to feed....
He went back down again until 7:15.
It's amazing how much brighter the day is when the sun shines and you've managed to get a nights sleep in more than 1 hour power nap batches.
He is doing really well, and although the nights are still a hit or a miss he is obviously feeding sufficiently as he is already over 11lb. Evenings are spent getting cuddles from myself or BFS as lying on hhis own doesn't appear to be an option - but because his days are surrendered to losing his parents to his brothers we don't mind.
In fact - it's my turn for a bozie so bye for now x
He was pretty settled after his 10pm feed so I put him down in his cot. I woke at 2:30am in a panic! He was still in the land of slumber so I went back to sleep. By 3:30am My right boob was going to explode, so when I heard him have half a grizzle I grabbed the opportunity to whip him out of bed and convinve him he needed to feed....
He went back down again until 7:15.
It's amazing how much brighter the day is when the sun shines and you've managed to get a nights sleep in more than 1 hour power nap batches.
He is doing really well, and although the nights are still a hit or a miss he is obviously feeding sufficiently as he is already over 11lb. Evenings are spent getting cuddles from myself or BFS as lying on hhis own doesn't appear to be an option - but because his days are surrendered to losing his parents to his brothers we don't mind.
In fact - it's my turn for a bozie so bye for now x
Friday, 1 April 2011
Welcome Little One
It's been almost a week, but finally here I am announcing to the world that our third boy has decided to join us here at Station House. BB and LL are chuffed to bits with their new little brother (I haven't decided how to refer to him yet).
He finally arrived 5 days late at 2:15am last saturday - 26th March. He is a big boy (10lbs 1/2oz) has a mop of black hair like BB did and is the double of his dad when he was a baby. I'm pleased to say he came out the traditional way with a little aid of gas & air.
BB is smitten. He thinks he's cool and constantly wants to shower affection his way. LL is a bit more apprehensive. I don;t think it helped that when he first met him LL had just woken up, tripped up outside the hospital and his new little brother was stuck to his mum's boob when he first clapped eyes on him. He is coming round though and like to stop and give him a kiss spontaneously which is the sweetest thing.
After a short overnight stint in the hospital to check his blood sugars (apparently he was 'unusually heavy' for his gestation)we were given the pass to come home.
This is new territory for us. With the other two I had stays of 5 days and 9 days in hospital which allowed a period of rest, a chance to get over the initial settling in period with the help of knowledgeable midwives on hand to reassure that you were doing things right. You'd think that by number three that you'd be an expert, but it's amazing how much you can't remember. The big one being - how do you teach them the difference between night and day?
No.3 has literally turned our world upside down. He feeds and rests peacefully throughout the day, but come nightime he just doesn't want to settle between feeds and is falling into a pattern of feeding between 1 and 3am (with a bum change in-between) and then being grizzly until about 5am when I finally give in and decide that he can possibly be hungry again. By this time I'm too shattered to sit up and feed so he snuggles in beside me, latches on and feeds himself a frenzy. I pass out - he drops off once done and when he grumbles again about 2 hours later for the other side I dutily shift my position to let him in. Problem is functioning on about 3-4 hours sleep a night is getting harder!
I can't remember this problem with LL, but for this spell I was still in hospital - so maybe it was the case? Then again maybe the term in his goldfish bowl conditioned him for coming home and he was just happier with his own company than No.3 is or maybe it was exactly the same and I just can't remember.
However I know it will get better and he's most definitely worth it. Welcome to our family little one.
He finally arrived 5 days late at 2:15am last saturday - 26th March. He is a big boy (10lbs 1/2oz) has a mop of black hair like BB did and is the double of his dad when he was a baby. I'm pleased to say he came out the traditional way with a little aid of gas & air.
BB is smitten. He thinks he's cool and constantly wants to shower affection his way. LL is a bit more apprehensive. I don;t think it helped that when he first met him LL had just woken up, tripped up outside the hospital and his new little brother was stuck to his mum's boob when he first clapped eyes on him. He is coming round though and like to stop and give him a kiss spontaneously which is the sweetest thing.
After a short overnight stint in the hospital to check his blood sugars (apparently he was 'unusually heavy' for his gestation)we were given the pass to come home.
This is new territory for us. With the other two I had stays of 5 days and 9 days in hospital which allowed a period of rest, a chance to get over the initial settling in period with the help of knowledgeable midwives on hand to reassure that you were doing things right. You'd think that by number three that you'd be an expert, but it's amazing how much you can't remember. The big one being - how do you teach them the difference between night and day?
No.3 has literally turned our world upside down. He feeds and rests peacefully throughout the day, but come nightime he just doesn't want to settle between feeds and is falling into a pattern of feeding between 1 and 3am (with a bum change in-between) and then being grizzly until about 5am when I finally give in and decide that he can possibly be hungry again. By this time I'm too shattered to sit up and feed so he snuggles in beside me, latches on and feeds himself a frenzy. I pass out - he drops off once done and when he grumbles again about 2 hours later for the other side I dutily shift my position to let him in. Problem is functioning on about 3-4 hours sleep a night is getting harder!
I can't remember this problem with LL, but for this spell I was still in hospital - so maybe it was the case? Then again maybe the term in his goldfish bowl conditioned him for coming home and he was just happier with his own company than No.3 is or maybe it was exactly the same and I just can't remember.
However I know it will get better and he's most definitely worth it. Welcome to our family little one.
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