Saturday, 28 March 2015
Friday, 27 March 2015
It has been 4 weeks since we met our baby boy, a whole month since we became a family of five and it has been a busy one. The first 19 days were spent in the special care baby unit after it was discovered Finn was born with a virus and the next 9 days at home were busy with nursery runs, hospital appointments and adapting to life with three under four.
At 4 weeks old, Finn is still so tiny. He is much smaller than either of the other two were at birth, and at his last weigh in was only 6lb 15oz. He is 51 cm long and hasn't started to fill out much yet. He is starting to fit into newborn sized clothes, but he is still so curled up that he thinks the leg holes are optional. He doesn't really straighten his legs much (unless he is angry) so he seems even smaller than he really is.
Wednesday, 25 March 2015
It has now been a week since we brought our little guy home from hospital, a week of adjusting to life as a five, of learning the best way to get everyone up, fed and dressed in the morning, and how to settle everyone at night as practically as possible. Going from two to three children feels like a much bigger jump than from one to two and I am far from organised, but I know we will get there.
Sunday, 22 March 2015
I now share my house with four boys and I am starting to resign myself to the fact out house will never be quiet or tidy again. Muddy shoes are traipsed through the house, crumbs scattered on the floor and they seem to be creating 'art' everywhere they go (mostly in the style of Tracey Emin's Unmade Bed)
Whilst we settle into life as a five and having Finn at home with us, cleaning isn't top on my list of priorities, but with the mess that Dylan and Archie manage to make on a daily basis, having a hoover that can keep up with them is pretty important. Hoovering has the added bonus of calming the baby down too (all that nesting in the third trimester has paid off!)
Thursday, 19 March 2015
When our beautiful baby boy was handed to us three weeks ago, we had no idea what was in store for us. He looked healthy and happy and as we counted his fingers and toes, wondered at how tiny he was and enjoyed those precious first moments, we had no idea it would be days before we could take him home and really start life as a family of five.
Our little Pretzel was born with a rare virus, which meant his first days were punctuated with tests and scans to try and find out more. Thankfully many things which we find painful didn't seem to trouble the little guy who managed to frequently fall asleep during blood tests. We were well looked after in the Special Care Baby Unit and once he had a diagnosis we could start all the relevant medicines.
After nearly three weeks, our baby was finally able to come home, and real life could start. Things are not over and we were sent home with lots of medication and follow up appointments but our family is together, and on Monday night we all slept under the same roof. We are so thankful to everyone who visited, messaged us, sent gifts, prayed for us and thought of us.
Whilst there was plenty that wasn't positive about those first few weeks, the things I want to remember are those special moments, some completely ordinary, some more amazing because of the circumstances.
Thursday, 12 March 2015
For some reason, despite having had two babies born before their due date, I was convinced that our little pretzel would be late. At 39 weeks exactly, nothing was ready, the crib sat waiting in the box to be built, a half packed hospital bag had a list of things still to buy and to pack and the car seat to bring our little guy home in was stored away for 'nearer the time'.
Tuesday 24th February was my first real day of maternity leave, and after dropping the bigger boys at nursery, I went to get my hair done - something I tried to plan as close to the arrival as possible so that in those first pictures I look nice and blonde. I had a few very mild contractions throughout the morning, but they were completely irregular and not painful - I knew they were different to Braxton Hicks but I could go between 20 minutes and 2 hours between them.
I came home for a quiet afternoon, a lie down on the sofa and some catch up TV, and collected the boys from nursery. Nothing seemed to be happening, but I felt like this may be a slow lead up to the big day and once the boys were in bed, I decided we should really start getting organised! I got the crib out and gave the bloke instructions on how to build it, and I finished up my hospital bag, packing those final tiny sleepsuits and nappies.
With Mother's Day falling less than three weeks after the arrival of our third baby, things are all up in the air. As he is still in hospital being looked after in special care, we are all a bit disorganised, and I doubt the bloke will be out taking the biggest two shopping this week!
One 4 all sent me a gift card to treat myself this mother's day and it is a perfect gift. My maternity clothes no longer fit now my bump is a baby and my pre-pregnancy clothes are not all that flattering as I lose the remainder of the tummy that carried three babies. The gift cards can be used in so many ways, from days out, to family meals to treats for you, and mine is being spent on some nice clothes to help me transition between what fits. Not only do I want nice and baggy in the right places, but things should be easy access as I am breastfeeding a newborn too.
I love that the card can be personalised with any image, and this one is special as it was our last family photo as a family of four!