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Our Top 10 Weeks

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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.

TOP 10 LESSONS

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.

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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.

TOP 10 MOMENTS & MILESTONES

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.

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TOP 10 USEFUL ITEMS

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 )

Swaddle.

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.
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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.