Our Top 10 Weeks


The weeks have certainly flown, with the caring of little Rory an ever reminding presence of what it is to be busy, and what can be done with one’s time. It’s amazing to look back over photos for this journal and see the timeline of his early life. I didn’t realise the extent of change that takes place in such a short period. This bearded blog captures the journey so far, in the form of a little montage of moments from weeks 0 to 10, now capsuled and kept, in case my memories don’t. I have also included some of my favourite pictures of Rory throughout, so let’s get into the top 10, before I forget.


Holding Rory – At first, I was handling Rory like the last egg in an egg and spoon race, slow and timid, frantically worrying about supporting the head. Now I’m about as timid as a hungry trucker, demolishing his big breakfast.

Changing Nappies – Leakage is a thing of the past, either Rory has grown enough to fill out the leg space or I’ve become a grand master at the ancient art of nappy-gami. Probably a bit of both.

Noticing the different cries – I must say, my partner is way more adept at this skill, but I can discern between a hungry, trying to poo, wanting to be moved, and wanting to sleep cry. In the early weeks it was all just ear piercing wails, but the subtleties and nuances are now more apparent.

Dealing with Nappy Rash / Cradle Cap – Thankfully, we have only had to deal with this once within the first ten weeks, but it was one of the most worrying situations. We thought we had been changing the nappies regularly enough, but it seems we had not been drying his little bot bot well enough before putting on the new nappy. His little backside had become red raw, so much so, that it had created little carpet burn like marks. We applied Sudocrem regularly and liberally until the redness and sores disappeared (you can see from the picture the drying is now a breeze, and no, I don’t do this every time;). The plan onwards, is if there is even a little hint of redness, on goes the cream. We also try to alternate between disposables and cotton nappies to give the skin a rest, allowing the skin some time to breathe. Cradle Cap on the other hand, doesn’t appear to be preventable, and comes and goes like bad reception. Books suggest rubbing pure plant oil on the area, which reminds me of the great George Costanza, but we prefer using papaw ointment as it seems to clear up pretty quickly once applied.

Make the most of down time – As some of you might be aware, it has been weeks since my last blog. The honeymoon of the always sleeping and easily entertained baby are well over, Rory from about Week 4 onwards has been on a quest for stimulation, like the late Mr Cobain said ‘Here we are now, entertain us.’ We haven’t had the luxury of a baby that sleeps for 8 hour periods, like some of the legends I have heard about, so those small windows of opportunity to get stuff done or just to get a little shut eye for oneself are never to be wasted. Fortunately, as many of my friends would know, I’ve obtained a very good stock pile of downtime from previous years, although this seems a lifetime ago.

Working out his routine – I believe there have been many books written, and money exchanged, to work out the one true routine that binds all others. We as parents, like our personalities, kind of went with the flow and let Rory dictate his routine. My partner was the first to notice that little Rory was tending to go to sleep from 6pm onwards to about 10:30 or so, once this was realised our ‘make the most of down time’ was amplified. I have noticed more little routines pop up through out the day and I try to adhere to them, life commitments pending. A friend of mine gave me a general rule of thumb, 6, 10,  & 2 is a way to make it through.


Tummy time – I’ll come out and say this, Rory hates tummy time, he seriously has a major dislike looking down at the world and can only tolerate it for very brief periods of time. A friend of ours gave us a curved cushion that can be placed under his chest to provide more support, this has worked to a degree, it’s now a couple of minutes rather than seconds before he tells us what he really thinks. All the books say Tummy time is very important for development, so we persist, and persist. Another method to try is to put them on their belly before changing them, even if it’s just a brief moment. Slowly, they are supposed to get used to the idea. The tummy saga though is still a major learning curve so any advice in this area from anyone in the know is more than welcomed.

Swaddle, Cuddle, Cradle & a Kiss – This mantra works wonderfully for putting our little guy onto the snooze train. Even if he looks like he’ll never settle down, with flailing limbs, arched back, and letting the neighbours know his concerns, this SCCK method works 99% of the time. The swaddle makes him feel snug and secures the flailing limbs, the cuddle soothes him so he can nestle into your torso, the cradle gets him used to the idea of being on his back, and the kiss, well the kiss is for you. A dummy ( or what we call a Shoosha ) can be used in conjunction with this method.

Sleeping – Following on from SCCK, the next lesson for us to learn was to where to put the bub to sleep. Conventionally, we thought cot or bassinette, and had bought both in preparation. One for his room, one for our room. Perfect we thought, in reality…not so much. Rory didn’t like either cot or bassinette, and we stayed up many nights trying to work out what to do. How about I rest my hand in the cot, or maybe if I tape myself to the ceiling he can see I’m still there….it’s a mattress, it’s a cot, why won’t you sleep ?? Finally, at our wits end, we went down the more unconventional (or you did what ??) route of co-sleeping. I was apprehensive of co-sleeping at first, and still am for myself (got a story for this later), but with my partner it works fine as long as it’s safe. Rory’s head is placed higher up the bed than your own ( the pic I’ve shown below is a no no, but looks cosy ) so the covers won’t be pulled over the head, and pillows are placed in positions so he won’t roll off the bed or suffocate. Another method we have is in a swing (shown in pic above), as the rocking motion helps soothe and the slight angle helps with any possible reflux. We also have been given a rocking, floor level, bassinette, which works well for naps and the like, once again the access to a rocking motion helps. There is some great literature out there to ease any of your concerns on these alternative methods, in the end, it is best to keep your options open and use common sense when it comes to safety.

What works today may not tomorrow – This motto is my most important realisation to date. With an ever changing bub where the goal posts of what they require and desire are constantly moving, it is hard to determine what will work this time or the next. This mystery seems to envelope all facets, from food intake, to soothing, to play time, and sleeping. I found keeping all options open is the best mindset, just keep trying all your different tricks of the trade, perhaps read up on some new ones, and sooner or later one will work. Keeping your mind open will help you keep your cool in this trial and error stage, and you will be soon rewarded with a contented, smiling baby in no time.


Hearing from friends and family, far and wide. It was extremely touching to receive all the well wishes, congratulations, and general outpouring of love from everyone. It’s lovely to see, and for Rory to be a part of the lives of so many great people.

Wayward sprays. I think I’ve previously mentioned Rory shooting Marilyn in the eye with a jet of wee. So very glad I was there to witness that. Well anyway, Marilyn has had just revenge, the other day a wayward stream of milk shot out from her bosom, coating Rory’s face, he was not as amused as I. At least he could lick the milk off though, unlike Marilyn.

Aeroplane Hand. This game has been one of the constants that Rory and I share. I used it originally to help him focus, and grow out of the cross-eyed chris stage as I called it. He loves following my hand flying through the air, with optional sound effects, and always gets a surprise when my hand whooshes towards him stroking his head as it passes. We can both enjoy this game for ages.

Realising the family bond with smiles, stroking, gripping, and playing. Over the weeks, Rory has been developing his motor skills and personality, and he is turning out to be a lovely, observant, good natured little boy. He is quick to be smiling, laughing, cooing, holding hands…or my chest hair (ouch), stroking mum whilst feeding, recognising and smiling at Netty (my mum) when we first open the door,  hugging monkey (which is a present, not a metaphor), and batting at the sun (also not a metaphor but a little toy on his mobile). He doesn’t cry too much, and when he does, we are quick to figure out why and lend a helping hand. Rory is also quite the chatterbox in the early mornings, telling us about last nights dreams at 5am the next day. I would say we could have a cheeky, mischievous little toddler on our hands soon enough.

r8Sitting up, and seeing the world. Even within the first few minutes of life outside the womb, Rory was interested in his surroundings, always observing with wonderment. He seemed to be quick to gain strength in his neck so that he could easily gaze at everything whilst being up in our arms. He also tends to get bored rather quickly on his back and wants to keep his view fresh and interesting. In the last few weeks he’s always trying to sit up, which he can do with a little help from us. He extends out his arms, grunts while staring at you, I’ll hold out my hands and hold onto his and he does a little sit-up to get into the sitting position, he’s then a happy little munchkin. Pretty funny to watch.

photo 5Anytime he is asleep. I love seeing him when so peaceful. I know that I’m bias, but I think he looks like the most beautifully serene little cherub when asleep. It makes my heart glow.

A cute little bottom lip quiver in late august. It was such a cute moment, and I was able to soothe him quick enough before Pandora’s box was opened. Rory nowadays makes many different, thank the heavens that’s over sighs, coos and breaths. It’s so funny how he see’s such magnitude in these moments, when all that took place was a change of clothes.

Latching onto his Mum. The start of the trying to breast feed phase was a pain for all involved. Sore nipples, crying baby, upset mum, hovering dad with clumsy fingers, made for too much drama for this guy. It was a tough period but with much persistence and some free lactation lessons, little Rory worked out how to get the pump working on the magical well. It was such a momentous moment that he was able to get his fill straight from the tap, as it is the quickest way to feed and soothe him. We still use expressed milk and formula when required, but the ability to whack him on the boob is a great one to achieve, especially for those 2am feeds.

Morning chats with Mum.  Who would have thought two night owls would produce a morning person, but this is the case. Every morning at about 5am, young Rory is up bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for the day. At this time of day he’s a little chatterbox, and is consistently showing signs of his growth. A lot of his new achievements are showcased first thing in the morning. I must admit though, his mother tends to be the one who is awake with him at this time. The most recent addition to his vocal repertoire is neeeeeeh, he’s loving it at the moment, ooooooooooohneeeeeeeeh. Cute !!!

Bath time. Rory enjoys a good wash, whether it be in the tub with mum, or on his own in his portable bath. His face is a mix of serenity, curiosity, and trust during these bath times. His little arms are extended out holding onto mum with one arm and onto my arm hair with the other. I’m glad the hospital gave us a quick run through on how to bath Rory as I’ve kept to their method. One arm under the head holding his left arm, and my other hand holding his leg, it feels very secure even when he’s kicking about in the soapy water. I love the way he looks up at me with a face that says ‘You got me Dad, I’m ok right?’, I smile down reassuringly, ‘of course I do son.’ He then looks over at Mum with the same question in his eyes before he settles in for a good scrub. Once clean, he’s out, dried and oiled, and ready for his next adventure. Got to love a nude baby bot bot, he actually enjoys it when I give his cheeks a tender slap saying ‘Nudey Nude !’, he giggles each time, wiggling his chubby legs.



Breast Pump.

A good travel bag with change mat.

Tommy Tippee Nappy Bin.

Shoosha / Dummy / Pacifier ( as much as I hate to say it).

A nappy that doesn’t leak. ( I recommend Naty )


Peg Perrego Capsule, Car seat, stroller in one.

A swing and bassinette that rocks.

Microwave steriliser Bags / Container

Well set up change table, with wipes, disposable mats, sudocrem, hand sanitiser, diapers on hand etc.

What a good boy or boogah as we like to call him.

r2I can’t believe ten weeks has passed but then again it feels like Rory has always been there. It’s a strange feeling having a new born come into your life, it’s a bit like growing up with your parents, in that it was never uncomfortable or foreign as they have always been apart of your life. Having little Rory just fits, there is no awkwardness or clumsy conversations, no need to be someone you’re not, no need to feel like you have outstayed your welcome, no need to tip toe around a personality, just the need for love, care and a helping hand, even though it’s extremely tiring, you can always find that little extra to keep you going. It’s a true love he gives you, as he knows nothing less, and he is authentically appreciative of all the help, probably until he can help himself….then comes the awkwardness, the tip toeing, the outstayed your welcome, I suppose that might not be until the teenage years. Better enjoy this while it lasts, I’ve got another 666 weeks to go till he’s a teenager, even the number seems ominous, oh well, I guess he can’t always be my little angel, but as all parents can probably attest to, and something I’ve heard my nanna and mum say, no matter how old they become, they’re still your baby.
Tip of the Ice-blog # 9

If you are a restless, kick your leg, talk in your sleep kind of person, it probably isn’t best to fall asleep next to your little one. As I hinted at before I’ve had a little incident with Rory whilst we were both sleeping. I should have realised it might not be best for me to sleep right next to Rory, when I first accidentally violently shoved my partner in my sleep, because in my dream I was pushing away a Komodo Dragon that was trying to eat the hypnotic turtle that I was protecting (yup my dreams are lucid and freaky). The incident with Rory, I was being held captive by someone who was leaning over the top of me, and I went to bite his arm to get away, and I awoke to poor little Rory’s cheek in my mouth, and he let out a ‘Why did you do that???’ yelp and cry. It was the weirdest feeling, to go from one world into another to find yourself about to bite into your bub’s cheek. It only left a little mark, and wasn’t serious…this time, but safe to say I don’t sleep next to him anymore, which is a shame, but one I’m happy to live with. I’m sure Mr Freud would have a few words to say about it all if he was still alive.






In Da Club (New Parent Remix feat. My fifty cents)

indaclubYou’re probably starting to think that I’m getting a little gangsta keeping with the R&B theme, but a good club beat is hard to knock. I loved the song, In Da Club by 50 cent when it came out, it bridged a gap across my mainstream musical landscape. It let me experience another side to life. Nodding my head, I felt like I was in da club, even if it was for a fleeting moment.

It’s a lovely place to be, in a club, a place where you can share an experience, or a time of your life with another. Especially, when it’s your love. I used to own a Kombi, I dubbed it Blue Moon, and I was absolutely stoked when I could finally drive something I loved everyday. The Kombi is of course, loved by many, and I had unexpectedly found myself in a new da da da da da da da club. I would drive down the coast, or just around town visiting friends, loving the feeling of sitting up high on the road, turning a bus wheel, and listening to da humming of the engine. Other Kombi drivers, knowing the joy I was experiencing, would wave when passing, or chat about it at parks or parties, lovingly sharing the finer details of our motor babies – Is yours a pop top too? How good are they!! kombibeard

It was such a nice connection to a greater unknown community. Random conversations with people who I didn’t know, except for the fact that we shared a love, and each time was a pleasant and interesting encounter. I’m sure everyone can relate, we all have our loves and hobbies.

Although I ended up having to cash in at this club, selling my beloved blue moon to finance another beloved which involved an extended stay in Ireland, I knew that the club would be fine without me. It has plenty of members, I would miss it, but in the end I was just happy to be a part of it.

I’m now over the moon, in more ways than one, at being a new devotee to the long awaited (especially in my mum’s eye) parent club, and it’s the best club ever ! Better than any club by a mile and half, with a membership greater than any club I can think of. I am finding it so very true in what they say, you’ll never love something more. It’s amazing the capacity for parents and strangers to connect over common loves, and the most common love that we have as humans, I now believe, is the love of our own child, perhaps the love of a good sleep coming a close second. As a fresh club member, and perhaps feeling a little enlightened from the initiation of sleep deprivation, I now understand this common love, and love to share this love with all other members – old, new, soon to be, and want to be. It’s a great way to bond.

Just today, Marilyn and I had a wonderful discussion with a Mum, and her 1 year old, Connor. It was so interesting to see another bub hitting his first year milestone, especially when compared to our just turned four week old bub. We could see a little bit into our future, and were eager to hear stories of what was to come, the mother more than happy to chat to new club members to share her experience.

Another time, we met with close friends at New Farm Park down near the river, and one of the couples had a two year old, Leo. Again for us, it felt like looking into the crystal ball and seeing the future. Greg, Leo’s father, is probably looking ahead at 4 year olds, and marvelling the steps Leo will climb.

From just these two experiences, it was crystal clear, the huge advances our little ones take in the first couple of years. From our little Rory, still sleeping, grumbling, and a little unsure, to Connor, sitting up at the café tables having his first babyccino and waving at other clientele, to Leo, standing tall, playing games with adults, and showing signs of the little man he is to be.


I’m ready for the car !

I can’t wait to see little Rory become the little man he is to be, and he’s already showing signs that he’s enjoying the journey. Hopefully one day, down the track, he will have the pleasure of joining this new parent club too, and myself and Marilyn, a grander club again.

Tip of the Ice-blog #8

Bouncing baby boy, this old adage is so true. Our little guy loves to bounce, and it is one of the best methods for getting him to calm, burp, poop and sleep. My other mates who are fathers have said the same. If all else fails, bounce in da club ya hear !

When tha Poop goes down, ya better be ready !

cypressCypress Hill once eloquently stated, ‘When tha ship goes down, ya better be ready’. The line I’ve quoted is of course the clean version that Cypress Hill released to be more radio friendly or PG (just like I’m trying to be). However, I’m sure you all know the original line, or at least can guess it. Well it’s these lyrics that I find to be bang on, when it comes to a newborn at nappy time. Cypress Hill had the advantage of being able to release a clean version, I on the other hand, am yet to see a clean version to be released from Rory.

Of course this topic was to come up sooner or later, this is a blog about a new child. A bog blog was always on the cards, and on the floor, and on the wall, and on the….. There has been many hilarious movie moments, horror stories, and a whole genre of comedy based on those little surprise packages that our little ones leave for us to deal with. Because of this build up, I was always a tad worried when it came to changing nappies. I can now tell you, if I’m to be honest, it’s not that bad…I can hear other parents mouthing right now ‘ oh yeah, you wait and see buddy ‘, and I totally agree, my child is only a couple of weeks old, and I’m guessing as input increases so does output, but for the moment it isn’t too bad. This could be due to the fact that I was ready for it.

Ok, as I don’t want to get bogged down in too much of the details, sorry just had to say it,  I think I’ll let Cypress Hill continue to describe nappy changing time with their hit song, so here goes, apologies if the rap is crap, but it is a crap rap….

When tha Poop goes down (ya better be ready) – BabyandtheBeard remix

Sittin’ on fat nappies they’re fat wit tha gack
Rollin’ around on the change table, an Ikea flat pack.
Still got my partner to watch my back
And she’ll clean ya ass, while I hold your hand and chat
Let fly some pee and my partner be gettin wettin’, I followbandana
With a hollow hand so she don’t swallow
Why wallow when you come to roll on? I pull the nappy clip
And before I bring ya ass on, what chu gonna do
Kickin’ a fuss, peeing on your head or a midwife’s bust
My grip surrounded, I’m about ta get rushed, I’m brushed wit brown death
How many smells stuffed in that nappy, my disposable change matt, cut

When tha poop goes down ya better be ready
(When tha poop goes down)
When tha poop goes down ya better be ready
(When tha poop goes down)
When tha poop goes down ya better be ready
(Ya better be ready)

I told my partner get tha bits off his glock
And tha rest from tha crack
As I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest
Boom I think I got one to tha chest
Hot damn I didn’t want to spill a thang
I still stand tall with tha Tommee-Tippee Clan
Y’all better stand back, diapers ’bout ta fall
I’m comin out blastin like Yosemite Sam
Spin tha handle on tha bin for tha plastic sausage bam!

When tha poop goes down ya better be ready
(When tha poop goes down)
When tha poop goes down ya better be ready
(When tha poop goes down)
(Ya better be ready)

There you have it, changing it up, nappy style.

In all seriousness though, being well prepared in advance of what is to come does take the heat off you at changing time. We found having the change table ready is best, with disposable mat, clean wipes, new nappy, new clothes (as I found leakage tends to happen, will cover later), and antibacterial hand sanitiser gel within hands reach. If your change table has a couple of layers, you can keep them stocked. Another great addition we have is a Tommee Tippee bin / nappy wrapper, this is a separate bin for disposable nappies, spoiled wet wipes, etc, that rolls them into a sausage like chain of plastic wrapped goodies. Locks in the smell!

There are many varieties of poo, and it depends on different factors, like, if your child is fed breast milk or formula. Our boy is getting breast milk so he supposed to have a nice mustard colour poo that is liquid like in consistency. There can also be little lumps of white milk curd. He is nearly creating these colourful treats (once straight onto my hand) each time he is fed, which is up to 10 times a day. I have been told by our mid-wife though, that a baby after a while, may go days without pooping, and this is normal when a child is breast fed. If fed formula, the child is supposed to be more regular however.

Also, as just sung about, little boys can shoot pee anytime, so we found having a cloth over it can soak up any stray shootings during nappy change. This doesn’t always work as Marilyn can attest, Rory is a keen shot, and can hit bulls-eye or Marilyn’s eye from over 3 feet ! His great, great, grand father was awarded a clock from Queen Victoria once for winning a shooting competition, so it must run in the family!

Well that’s about it when talking about such…..but I guess in life we all have to deal with it at some point, but I find it isn’t so bad when it is coming from your little one.


Tip of the Ice-Blog #7

As I briefly mentioned before leakage can happen, which has been a nuisance of late, with changing sheets, mattresses and clothes etc. We had been using huggies disposable nappies, and they were fine for the first week, but with increased output they haven’t been able to keep it all in, all of the time. There seemed to be gaps around the leg. Thankfully, Rory’s aunty, had given us some re-usable Bumkins nappies that click together for different sizes. Since we have used them, Rory is leak free. You have to wash them but that’s easy enough and you can either use cloth or disposable inner linings. Perhaps a more cost effective option for both your wallet and the environment.


Boy meets boob – A journey on the Marilyn Express.

boobmountainIt has been a lovely week with little Rory and Mum home. Yes it is true, sleepless nights go hand in hand with a newborn, mainly due to the consistent feeding that is required – every 2-3 hours – so we have said adios to those nice long uninterrupted slumbers. But who wants to sleep when you can marvel at your little wonder ? Another thing to marvel, is the intellect of a breast ! A breast you say…chuckle chuckle.

I am serious though, they are wonders of nature. It was jammed down our throat at all the courses, that breast is best, but only after seeing them in action can I fully appreciate them (hmmm hard to contain my smile writing this blog…yeah I know I’m immature, but tell me you’re not smiling too).

We were always hoping that Marilyn was able to breast feed, though never sure that this would be the case. Marilyn has a family history of it being difficult, and you don’t really know if you can until birth occurs. Thankfully, perhaps due to the support of our current health care system, Mum is able to breast feed. This may have not been possible without the midwives being hands on immediately, consistently assisting with the manual expression, providing general encouragement and offering support via lactation consultants.

Although, I say breast feed, it isn’t what you are probably thinking, it’s more like express or perhaps espresso feeds. Little Rory along with being a great sleeper, is a lazy feeder, just likes to have the boob in the mouth really…just like errr. Mum has therefore had to resort to expressing the milk into bottles and feeding him via them. Yes, I refer you back to a previous post of mine, monkey pump…according to Marilyn a breast pump bra would be very handy right now!

This constant expressing is a little bit of a nuisance and uncomfortable for Mum, as you have to plan for expressing, and have a power source (unless you have a manual pump), you just can’t whip it out so to speak. I’ve never seen someone use a pump in public, but from what I’ve seen at home, it is far from subtle, I again refer you to the pic from the previous post.


This impressed our GP. ‘So you’re in IT’ he said…

The benefits of breast milk is worth the hassle though for both baby and mum. A couple of benefits for Mum, are that it helps reduce weight via fluid loss, and the act actually contracts the uterus back to pre-pregnancy. Amazing machines us humans, seems to be a reason for everything. For baby, it gives the child all the nutrients it requires, and provides natural anti-bodies to help with the immune system. Plus, it’s free. The breasts even regulate the amount of milk required.

We found that through expressing we were able to document exactly what we were feeding Rory. No worries about if he was, or wasn’t getting enough milk. Breast milk production increased through the week, exactly co-ordinating itself with what Rory required. 20-40 mls milk after the first few days, once colostrum had dried up (colostrum was administered via syringes whilst in hospital), and now up to 80 ml per 2-3 hour feed. The breasts knew best.

Our next step is to try and get Rory to get the milk from it’s source, all us guys know that tap beer beats bottle ! RBWH provides a free lactation service so we will be making an appointment this week to get some tips, for using the nips…can I say that here?;) We are after all, noobs to the boobs.


Can’t cock the leg, but can definitely cock the eye !

As you can read, it’s all about learning for the family this week. Mum and I are getting to know what the little boy’s grumbles are. Urrrrrrrrr – is doing a poo (see left), so we put him in the squat position as gravity can help. Head bobbing, smacking lips, and hands in mouth – is he needs a feed. This is nearly clockwork. Just general grumbling is that he wants to be in a new position or some cuddles to help sleep. Wide bright eyes and reaching out, it’s time to play, whether it be tummy time on the chest, some up and downsies, or some fine air guitar to Led Zeppelin ‘Whole Lotta Love’. It’s such a pleasure seeing Rory come into his own, and showing more and more cute little expressions, even if it’s just him saying, ‘Yo dad, change my nappy!’

Rory has also had his first couple of outings, one to visit my Mum, or Netty. Another to see the Robinsons at the local markets, and some lunch with Unky Craig & Richie. Rory was happy to open one eye to say hi, and just lay back in his chair to take it all in (or sleep, mainly sleep).

All in all, it has been a wonderful first week, a fantastic learning curve for the whole family. We are first time parents just trying to get it right, but thankfully Mother Nature has some pretty great arsenal, just ask Austin Powers. Which takes me back to my original point, perhaps the next time someone calls you a boob (does anyone use this term anymore?), you can say ‘Thank you, so nice of you to say so!’, feeling sound in the knowledge that boobs are both smart and useful 😉austingirl

A quick thank you to everyone for their beautiful gifts and well wishes this week. It’s so nice to hear from friends, near, far and wide.

We are loving the love !

Tip of the Ice-Blog #6

Not everyone is able to breast feed. This doesn’t mean your child can’t get the nutrients he/she needs, as formula is a perfectly suitable substitute (we’ve used it when the boobs were out of service for a session, and I’ve got friends who could only use formula, their children are better than fine !). We have found breast feeding hard, and for us, it hasn’t come exactly naturally, but if you have the chance, I think it is worth the perseverance. It can save time and save money. There are many services out there more than willing to offer support, not just your local hospital. Such services as Australia’s Breast Feeding Association and Early Feeding Support Clinics.

Zero to Baby in 10 minutes. Thank you RBWH !

Rory_1I can proudly say I’m a father to a beautiful, and more importantly, healthy little boy. It was a long wait, especially the last 30 plus hours, but the final scary minutes was unexpectedly hurried. I nearly missed it, and can’t thank the staff involved (all 12 of them or more) for making what could have been a disastrous outcome, a little blessing. An emergency C-section was not something we had planned for, or even crossed our minds, as everything about the pregnancy had been normal up until giving birth.

I’ll try to be brief, not really my forte, but basically this is what happened.

Around about 3am on the Wednesday before, my partner started getting much more period like pain, and by later that morning, 10am or so, her contractions had become much more regular and consistent. The intensity of them slowly increased, and they didn’t fade away like previous ones had. The show was finally on the road, so to speak.


Bianca – The heart monitor

By 5pm we thought it best to call the hospital, luckily, we lived just around the corner, so they told us to come in. After a few tests, they concluded it was still a little bit away (2cm cervix dilation). They offered us to stay but going home seemed to be preferred. We were utilising a public hospital, so we thought why take up much needed space. It was great to be home too, especially for pain management, plenty of shower time and nudity involved, which you really don’t want made public. At about 11pm, my partner’s waters broke, but it wasn’t sweet smelling, like it should be, and after a call to the hospital we headed in. The non-sweet smell, and yellowish green colouration was because our boy had defecated whilst in-utero. Our onsite mid wife decided to induce. Luckily we had discussed our pain management plan beforehand, speaking with a friend who is an anaesthetist, who reassured us about the benefits and disadvantages of an epidural, we decided to go with the jab sooner than later. A big factor he said, is that once you decide to have an epidural, it may take an hour for it to be administered and become useful. If you want it, then remember that. Also, he perhaps fatefully said that they are great to have in case of an emergency. As we were to find out, this was invaluable advice.

Our birth suite was very comfortable, even a lazy boy for me to recline on, which I used with pleasure, whilst holding my partner’s hand. We were allowed to bring in snacks, jerky is a must, and other items to help soothe the tension of the labour. We watched some TV, and a movie ‘The Day After Tomorrow’, now that I think about it, it seems a little fateful too.

Mainly though, we were happy just chatting, and listening to the comforting beeping of Bianca, the machine that monitored baby and mum’s heart rate. Another strange detail actually, as Bianca, is my partner’s sister’s birth name (Tia Yanta!). I like seeing such signs.

At about 4am Thursday morning, I decided to get some sleep.  Marilyn seemed ok, and the epidural had gone smoothly. I slept and awoke a couple of hours later, to the midwife and doctor discussing something that caused me concern. Whilst I was asleep the boy’s pulse rate had been dropping every time my partner had a contraction, to nearly half of what it should be !! They brought in an ultra sound and found that, even though the boy was upside down and in the right position, there was one slight problem. His head was tilted up, rather than down on his chin, so each contraction would extend his neck backwards. For such a small detail, it complicated matters immensely for a natural birth.

My partner’s cervix was starting to swell from irritation on one side, luckily the epidural was already in, as the pain would have been way more severe for her, and likely to cause more stress on our boy. All we could do was nervously wait to see if his position would change, this was not in our initial plan.

The doctor after some time came back into the room (they work tirelessly in Public Hospitals, due to these little surprises), read the charts spitting out of Bianca, and decided to do a lactate test. Especially so as there was blood colouring in my partner’s urine, visible in her catheter.

A lactate test involves a tiny blood sample taken from the child’s head and testing it for lactic acid levels. If the boy was still receiving nutrients from the placenta it would be low, if not, it would be high. There were 3 outcomes pending on levels. 1. Wait some more to see if his position changes. 2. Organise a C-section for a couple of hours time. 3. Emergency C-section. Our level was 5.5, it was too high, things were about to become hectic.

The doctor quickly stood up, told me not to worry and the rush began, and not only from my tear ducts. Seeing the room flood with people shouting stats and medical jargon, with my partner being prepped and whisked away was too movie like for my liking, and I have never been fond of dramas. Marilyn was strong and mouthed ‘I love you’ as she disappeared down the hall, with midwives and others hovering over her. I was alone after all these hours, and lost.


Thumbs up to being stitched up !

Another doctor took me by the hand comforting me, with the good old ‘she’ll be right’ aussie attitude, and lead me to the changing room to get into scrubs. I was not thinking straight, putting pants on my head, and hair nets on my feet. Finally, I was ready, and literally jogged down to the operating theatre. Jogging in, my heart dropped, Marilyn was on the table, stomach open…don’t look left, don’t look left, I made my way to behind the blue curtain, safe from any images I didn’t want burned into my mind.

Marilyn was thankfully awake (if she hadn’t had the epidural she would have missed the birth as she would have been put under), and looking stable, there appeared to be a person for everything. A man who was just there to explain what was going on, asked me to sit down. 10 seconds later we could hear crying. The boy was out!!! I couldn’t believe it, it was so surreal, after 9 months, 30 hours of labour or so, no pushing, no crowning, he was just…out. 10 minutes ago my partner and I were holding hands, watching the doctor do a test.


First contact with Mum

Now here he was, amaze-balls (in more ways than one) !

He was then taken over to a table to be checked, pipes cleaned of any possible poo remnants, and taking general measurements. The strangest thing was that amongst the excitement, I noticed his balls were huge, seriously huge, like a grown man’s!!!

My partner from her vantage point, lying on the operating table, getting stitched up, thought he had a tumour, thankfully not, I was told this happens a lot due to fluid retention. The staff were great and had brought my camera in, I’d forgotten it due to the rush, and so was able to document this case of big balls for his future 21st. The fluid build up probably had nothing to do with it, but the little guy certainly released some, in the form of pee, all over his new medical handlers. Nice one I thought, if only I had the camera switched to video.


Beanie measurement (or something similar)

Anyway, what a day, what a ride, and I am so, so, thankful, that we were surrounded by experienced and professional staff. A free service mind you, well done Queensland’s health system! I can only give them praise, for their help, care, and service. Pre checks, classes, birth suite, onsite midwife, epidural, operation, post-op after care, post checks of baby, vaccinations, breast feeding services, what to do once home, and a free beanie!rorybeanie

All done professionally, all done with the utmost care and heart. To think I heard someone complain about having to pay for parking, I nearly said something, but hey, I had just become a father, I’d let that one go. Thank you functioning health system and thank you RBWH. From my experience, I would never even consider home birth, it could have been much different and not so, well, clinical.

I hope all who read this, don’t have to go through an emergency operation for birth like us, but it is what it is, and this little guy is a reminder of not just our love, but the love of others too, in all their chosen roles.

Tip of the Ice-Blog #5

When there is so much at stake, we all get nervous, which can lead to us being a little rude to the people that are trying to help. I noticed in the hospital a lot of media about not abusing staff, when I asked about this, I was told it is a frequent occurrence. I was shocked. Worry can of course lead to anger, but I feel if we can’t do things ourselves, then we need to rely on experts and trust they are doing the right thing. No point venting frustration on hospital staff, as they like you, just want the best result for all involved. Stay calm, ask questions, and like the old adage ‘don’t bite the hand that feeds you’.





Budgeting for baby stuff…do we really need that?

babyblingThe excitement and nerves are building up, perfectly correlated with my partner’s crescendo of ooohs & ahhhhs (my partner wants it noted this is not in the good way). Last night we said goodbye to the mucus plug, so with the cork removed and a little airing, the time is ripe for our beautiful Rory to be poured into this world. Although, like all good spirits or wine, it can come with a hefty price tag, especially when it seems everything with the term ‘baby’ or ‘maternity’ seems to add 30%.

As I’ve said, my partner and I are unexpectedly expecting, so therefore had no budget or fancy excel spread sheets arranged pre pregnancy. To be honest, the shock, emotional change, and geographical logistics, took up most of our efforts for the first part. However, with both of us having an accounting background, a budget was inevitable. Personally, I believe a budget is a must for any new family, as it gives you some monetary direction of incomings and outgoings, whilst making you think about what you need. I use the term need liberally here, as many of the items we acquired are only recent additions to what has nurtured the human race thus far. Although the image of our primate ancestors using a double breast pump bra is one that you wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

monkeybreastpumpI believe the budget basics to prepare for a newborn, is most of all about being sensible with your purchases. I found it amazing the difference in prices between two nearly identical products, but the one with ‘baby’ or ‘maternity’ was more expensive.

It is an emotionally driven market and I’m sure those kind hearted marketing types are well aware of this. Research is king. Recommendation is his queen.

Ask yourself such questions as – 

1. Does it really need to be brand new? A lot of baby items are only used for a short period of time, and are therefore more than likely in a good condition when second hand. EBay is your friend.

2. Does it really need to be a brand name? As with most other items, brand names can carry with it a certain social pedigree that you pay for. However, they can also be a trusted name due to  their products being tried and tested. I’m sure a common ground can be found between the two.

3. Is it really necessary for the child’s well being? Like I stated before, need is a vague word when it comes to your child. What one person says is a must another will say is a luxury. As you will find out, this question is very subjective, but something to think about in your budget.

and the most important of all,

4. Is it safe? Safety always has a cost involved, but one worth paying for. For any product that you are going to purchase, especially from EBay, check out it’s safety record. If it’s second hand, could there be problems. We got a second hand car seat from a trusted friend, so knew it wasn’t in an accident but still we got it checked out, and installed by an expert. Kidsafe are a great non-profit organisation devoted to helping with a huge array of safety issues. I also found out through this organisation, that a plastic cover for a mattress is no good, as the child needs to be able to breathe through it. I would never have thought of that, so these little bits of advice are invaluable.

Basically, I believe all you need are the following items in bold (as a guy you’ll find that your partner has final say on this matter). Most of these items can be bought second hand, just give them a thorough clean before use. Clothing, a safe place to sleep ( a new mattress ), a solid change table, cleaning items, bottles, a sturdy and easy to use stroller, a safe and secure car seat, swaddle wraps for sleeping, a separate nappy bin, a truck load of nappies, and the cheapest but most important item of all…your love and devotion.

These lists are everywhere and you will get plenty of advice from others about what is handy. Feel free to list them here for others to read and share. I will have a better idea of what is handy and what isn’t once the boy arrives ( my partner’s moaning in the background is becoming more frequent so it could be soon ). Before you say anything, I’m only 2 metres away and the beauty of writing is that you can easily walk away from it, as I have a couple of times, bet you didn’t even notice. Even a trip to the hospital has happened since starting this blog. My partners cervix is at 2cm dilation so great news….it looks like we’ll be parents by morning !

newbabySo I will leave you with one more story, which I found quite funny and sums up the process of getting the nest ready. One night while my partner was on Ebay looking for a breast pump (got it for half the price of a new one, savings of $250, bam), and a stroller (got one for $275 worth nearly a $1000 new, bam bam), and a baby monitor (ended up getting one free from a friend, bam bam bam)….anyway sorry back to the story….I thought I’d challenge her to a duel. I would use Facebook (or Facebay as I termed it) and she would use EBay to find us one of the items. We settled on the baby monitor, as we were of the idea that most people would have used one. I was confident that Facebay would come up trumps, so I made the post and put out the call for an angelcare baby monitor.

After about a half hour as my partner and I swapped between our two screens, computer and TV, I decided to check my feed on the monitor. Triumphantly I said to her ‘Ha ha ! 20 comments, are you ready to raise your white flag’. My partner smiled and said ‘We’ll see.’ I started reading through to see who was able to lend us a monitor. To my surprise, not one comment was about being able to lend us the monitor. The feed read as a Monitor Vs No Monitor blog, challenging debates for each side of the line, and some people just giving support. The only person that came close to offering a monitor, sadly couldn’t, my friend’s father had been using it for the past nine years, as a successful monitor for his dogs! It still worked great, he said. Good to know it lasts I guess.

Anyway, my partner won the duel, EBay works far better than Facebay in this respect. Thankfully, we did end up getting a monitor, along with many other items from friends, but not on that particular night. You will find many people have opinions on all baby matters, and it’s all good advice, everyone means well, but being a new parent, it’s just that, advice. Take it or leave it, if you’re sensible you’ll be fine.

Tip of the Ice-blog #4

Contractions is where labour is at. We used to get worried after one or two Braxton hicks, keys in hand, bag on shoulder, nearly out the door, but it would subside. I can tell you now, you’ll know when labour is upon you, the contractions intensity and frequency are full on. I downloaded a cool app called Full Term. This app allows the user to easily follow and time the regularity of your partner’s contractions, and provides a reference relating to the stage of labour she is at.







To snip, or not to snip? That was my question.

squidThe boy, being like his father, is running a little late. This is a common occurrence for most new parents so nothing to be worried about for the time being. It does however, give me more time to ponder, should the boy be even more like his father…

As mentioned in my previous blog Sex & Score, I touched on the confusion regarding male circumcision. Not so confusing for some who know straight away what they’d be doing. When I first told my Mum that it was a boy, her first comments weren’t ‘a grandson, oh wow, that’s wonderful’, but were in fact ‘Well, you know what you have to do then?‘. Huh? That took me by surprise. Umm no, what do I have to do then? I had only just mentioned it was a boy and suddenly I seemingly knew what I was supposed to do. I must admit this ‘you’ll know what to do’ or ‘you’ll work out as you go’ advice, does appear to be the favourite approach in many baby matters, but in this case I pushed on. Mum without hesitation continued ‘Well, you are done, and your father was done. The boy should be done too.’ Well that settled it, in that I finally knew what Mum was talking about, not that I was to circumcise my boy. That decision required some more advice than ‘because I am’.

helmetI actually found this topic rather interesting to research, there were many facts and opinions I would never have guessed. As a child, there was a little bit of pointing and so forth ie. he’s a squid & he’s a helmet, but no real bother from either sides. Strangely, later chatting to girls and mothers, the poor ol squid’s appearance seemed to get the short end of the stick…I guess squids aren’t known for their looks. But this purely aesthetic reason, was still not a reason to snip, so I looked a little further.

One thing I found out, as all you squids would know, is that what is cut off, the foreskin or prepuce, is not just a bit of skin, but a double-layered fold of smooth muscle tissue, blood vessels, neurons, skin, mucous membrane, and finally skin, that covers the glans (head). Wowsers I thought, no wonder lubricant was unnecessary for a self satisfying squid. A good friend proudly confirmed this was the case. So it’s a cost saver. I was now leaning towards keeping it but still I needed more advice.

Strangely, getting a yes or no from the professionals in the medical field was impossible. At each appointment, their line was that it’s an unnecessary operation in most cases but your choice, whether it be a religious one or not. This unnecessary operation idea is perpetuated by the fact that our public hospital does not provide the service. It was up to us to get a doctor and pay the cost (approx. $250-$400). I did find through my own social circles a recommended doctor, but another thing I noticed, was that a lot of medical types that I knew, decided against circumcision for their own children (or squidlets, my partner’s term, not mine). Stating again, that they saw it as an unnecessary operation, but of course it is your choice. So it’s a cost saver, costs to get removed, and appears to be an unnecessary operation. I was getting very close to making my decision, but why unnecessary?

My partner is from the UK and of Portuguese descent. She found my interest in the matter quite amusing and odd, as circumcision is rare in Europe. It is much more prevalent in Australia, Africa ( partly due to a clinical movement to try and combat HIV ) and USA. Certain religious beliefs such as Islam and Judaism internationally circumcise, but if not for religious reasons, it is uncommon in Europe. I did find some research that stated the ritual came from people that inhabited sandy regions, as it was a way to prevent inflammation from sand that would stick. It really does get everywhere! I found this to be very interesting, as I am always of the belief a tradition starts somewhere, and usually it’s for a sound reason. Australian aborigines circumcised, the middle east circumcised, parts of Asia circumcised, Europe…not so much. Also it should be noted, this tradition started along time ago ( it has been suggested that it is the world’s oldest planned surgical procedure ) and our standard of living and cleanliness was not as it is today.


Anyway, like I originally said, it’s quite an interesting topic to research, and well worth looking into if you’re involved with making such a decision. The main pros & cons for circumcision I’ve come across are the following. You can get such advice from sites like or Circumcision Australia Organisation.


  • Less likely to develop Urinary Tract Infections. UTIs are about 10 times more common in uncircumcised males than circumcised infants. However, even with this increased risk of UTI, only 1% or less of uncircumcised males will be affected. Therefore it fixes a problem that has a small chance of occurring in this day and age.
  • Circumcised men also might be at lower risk for penile cancer. This disease is rare in both circumcised and uncircumcised males. Some studies indicate that the procedure might offer an additional line of defence against STD’s like HIV. The foreskin provides a better environment to linger in and be transmitted.
  • Easier to keep clean, as an unwashed foreskin can lead to inflammation and infection.
  • Some research is linked to the foreskin carrying the Human Papillomavirus which can cause penile cancer and cervical cancer (for female partners). This is something to look into much more closely than I have, but there is research out there.


  • It requires an operation, so therefore there is a small chance of complications.
  • It is painful ( not that I can remember ).
  • It is permanent.
  • The glans/head can become desensitised due to no protective covering (this can also be seen as a positive…).

Basically, in summary, there are potential benefits to circumcision but not enough evidence to make it mandatory. For some boys, it may be necessary anyway due to a problem with their foreskin, too tight etc.

As you can see, the more you look into it, the more questions arise and the more confusing it becomes. I have flipped flopped (pun intended) many times in what to do. In the end, it is a choice, and most likely, whatever you decide to do, it will be the right choice. At least you have given it some thought.

Personally, at this stage, I have decided not to circumcise, unless it is necessary. I know Rory will look different, and cleaning will need to be taught, but I look forward to this question of difference, so I can explain to him that such differences don’t make us any less human. I envy the people who just know, like my Mum, but I always think it is best to question the notion, ‘because it was done before’.

Tip of the Ice-Blog #3

Practice drills are great. With the birth just around the corner, I really enjoyed the comfort of knowing how to get the baby carriage from ground, to stroller, to car, out of car, and back in stroller. The last thing I want when it comes to taking him home is not knowing how to do the basics. Also, have bags packed with the items, your partner, baby, and yourself need for the big day / night. It could happen any moment now ! Remember that phone charger, and is there enough space for photos?







Sex & Score – Ask yourself, Do I want to know?

Definitely a boy

Definitely a boy.

Hi there and welcome to new readers,

Like any good match, lets get straight into it. I awoke this morning to find a text sitting there merrily on my screen, plain as day for all to see, and it was the one sentence that would ruin my daily plan. It involved Argentina V Netherlands. (Don’t click if you don’t want to know the score). I won’t divulge the rest of the text, as I don’t want others to relive the ‘Noooo, I didn’t want to know!’. This got me thinking about the question to know or not to know?

Does knowing the outcome of your child’s sex ruin the game?

I am in the court of to know, as my partner and I, as I like to call it, are unexpectedly expecting. Another surprise wasn’t warranted and at least the gender could be one thing to prepare for. Also, as you can tell from the above pic, it was like this morning’s text, hard to miss. Knowing we were to have a boy we were able to start mentally preparing for that. It solidified the name, as per previous blog, we started calling the little bean, him, rather than it, and allowed us to perhaps bond a little more with the idea of what was to come.

Not everyone is in this boat though. At one of the pre-natal classes we attended, it was asked of each couple, sex and due date. Half the class were leaving the sex as a surprise, or perhaps were unable to get a good vantage point (even if you want to know, it’s not entirely accurate as the child needs to be positioned right). This stance, of leaving the gender as a surprise, for some reason surprised me. I know it’s kind of a tradition to not find out, but is it more the fact that we sometimes just don’t find out, and it’s easier to explain that it will be a surprise, to friends and family.

I personally am happy with our choice of finding out. It’s helped a lot with preparation, both mentally and physically (we now have a lot of hand me down boys clothing, pretty much up until he’s 3). Also, as you can read, I’m able to say ‘he’, no confusion. Even though having a he has caused some confusion with regards to snip or not to snip, but that question is for another blog.

In the end, either way it is still a fun game, just like previous soccer games I’ve watched, (yes soccer), and known the score, knowing the final outcome doesn’t take away from the thrill of watching! But for those that want to keep it a surprise, I can certainly understand that too, those final moments, when pushing into extra time and heading towards a penalty shootout, it will perhaps be even more exciting. Boy V Girl, like Argentina V Holland. It’s all part of the build up for our very own world game final.

Tip of the Ice-Blog #2

Try not to miss any appointments involving the scans. It can be a wonderful time being there together and seeing your little one inside the womb. Capturing the images of the inner workings of your new child is fascinating and also hopefully re-assuring. 5 fingers, check. (although the Simpsons survive with 3). Some places also give you a little DVD to take home and show family.


And we’re off and racing…


roryHi there,

If you’ve read my ‘look who’s talking’ page, then you’ll know what I’m talking about when I say this is my Ba that made me a D. If not, then this is my baby that has in turn made me a dad. We are equals. Simples.

This 3D Image is the first time I had the pleasure of seeing my little boy’s face. You easily forget that the bulge in your partner’s belly has all the features of a tiny human. It’s kind of cool to reflect on this from time to time. He’s yawning, crying, smiling, and even hiccupping (a very weird sensation for my partner) whilst in the womb.

As a guy, this photo was the first time I felt properly connected with the pregnancy. I could finally put a name to a face. Yes, even at this stage we had a name, like previous garage bands I’ve been in, and never played a gig, the naming is still one of my favourite parts in the creative process. At the very early stages of pregnancy we were sitting out on the balcony discussing names. Within a few name exchanges we had settled on Rory, (for boy or girl), it felt right, and after googling the meaning, it felt even better. Just one more quality test was needed – my mother. Thankfully it passed this rigid test with flying colours, very much to my surprise. Mum actually advised that I had a Great Uncle Rory, and she then proceeded to pull out a photo form circa 1800’s to show me. There he was, sitting on a horse, with that eerie stare from ages gone by. I find all these old portrait’s a little unsettling for some reason. I think smiling must have been an early 1900’s invention.

One slight difference to Uncle Rory for the time being, is our Rory has the word bean at the end of it, which will be lost upon birth (or at least the birth certificate). This particular term of endearment, lead me to thinking if this is how Frances Bean gained her monika, daughter of Kurt Cobain (Nirvana) & Courtney Love. A google later & I was right, we’d used bean for the same reason, as we too thought our little man looked like a kidney bean on the earlier ultrasounds.

Such images show we were all beans once, magical beans that grew, and finally broke through the clouds, delivering us into the land of giants. Now we just got to try and not be eaten while searching for the goose that lays the golden egg.

Tip of the Ice-blog #1

Even though as a guy we don’t go through the same symptoms as our female counterparts during pregnancy, it is a great exercise to try and imagine what it would be like if we did. Shoe on the other foot kind of idea.