As we have noticed it’s been hot this week. While the temperatures have soared and made for some sleepy babies in the day no doubt, I can guarantee that it has also resulted in restless nights for anyone with young children. For parents this means one thing: hello sleep deprivation!
Last weekend we went to the Cheshire Reindeer Lodge to meet Rudolph and the crew along with the big guy himself. It wasn’t cheap – adults were £9.50 each, children £12.50 and babies free – but it was our first time meeting Father Christmas and I didn’t want to book just a simple grotto if the Bear decided she hated Santa and I’m so glad we did!
On arrival we immediately came in through the stables putting us in the perfect mood for the occasion as we gazed in at some of the reindeer as they rested. We then turned the corner to where the rest were grazing in a field and enjoying being fed by visitors with Reindeer food which was handed out by a few of Santa’s elves.
Two babies in three years has left it’s toll on my body and I hereby declare that 2017 will be the year where I reclaim both my waistline and my fitness, and to help with this I plan to eat less and do more.
Sounds simple right? The truth is that is both is and isn’t; the theory is simple but the application takes willpower which seems to have gone missing sometime back in 2013. To help though I will be aiming to walk or run 500 miles in 2017 and to support me in my efforts, the people from Misfit have very kindly supplied a Misfit Ray for the challenge.
So this is definitely the beginning of the end of our breastfeeding journey. Henry will be 21 weeks at the weekend and he is just too hungry. After a horrendous few days last month when he was latched for 17 hours in 24 and still upset, over the past few weeks in addition to his bedtime bottle, we have been introducing bottles at the times which will become his meals: 9am, 1pm and 5pm. What I have as a result is a much happier baby, I can only assume because he’s not as hungry anymore. This has of course has had a dramatic impact on my supply to the point where he doesn’t actually feed from me any more, just nurses for comfort. Which is fine but I have a feeling that over the next week or so that too will stop as he’s during that time started to enjoy a dummy for comfort and sleeping.
I am very conscious of my pre-pregnancy clothes taunting me from where they are hidden under the bed and this got me thinking about the pressure that mummies feel to lose that baby weight as soon as possible.
I will be the first to admit that I got BIG when pregnant with Darcie to the point where I put on an impressive 5 stone. Yep you read right…..5 WHOLE STONE….! I managed to lose 3 of them before falling pregnant again with Henry 12 months later but I was still very much a bigger girl. However, this time I was determined to keep it under control and managed to gain only 1st 10lbs with him, all of which I lost within the first few weeks of being home. However, that still left me with that extra 2 stone from the Bear – and if I’m completely honest, an extra stone or two that had managed to creep on pre-pregnancy first time round.
I speak about this openly as you can’t exactly miss that my kids seem to have left a lasting mark on my body, but what is interesting is the fact that because the weight has been due to pregnancy is seems that many people feel the need to comment. Some of my favourites: