When anyone said, “No two babies are the same,” I never believed it. So when my dear little girl Florence, my second born, flew in to the world in a swift manner (read my birth story here if you want the full deets) I had NO idea the level of shock that I was about to be presented with.
I *thought* Henry’s reflux was bad. But his is not comparable to what I was faced with my latest addition, Florence. Her first few days were purely spent with her bringing up (what felt like) gallons of mucus – common with babies born very quickly as they have little time to expel any substances as they enter the world! It became apparent that Florence had reflux that I had never previously witnessed, combined with the most awful case of “milk spots” I have ever seen. Red, painful and circa 300 acne-type pimples graced her beautiful little face and yet without complaint. *Cue the post-baby tears, anxiety and more from this mama!*
During this time I learned that she didn’t like to be put down. For the first 6-8 weeks of her life she was unsettled and distressed whenever she wasn’t in my arms. And her continuous regurgitating of my breast milk was heart breaking. Wasted, painful and time consuming. (And no, this was not a dairy matter.)
By week 5 I was at my wits end with her reflux. Her milk spots had almost passed, she was starting to be more at ease with the world and a little more chilled. The bond began to really blossom. I ADORE HER WITH ALL MY EVERYTHING.
However, her weight was proving to become a concern and now with regular weekly visits from the health visitor I had to react and was willing to try anything to soothe her reflux pains and to try and stop the vomiting. A few had mentioned trying CranioSacral therapy. A little “woo” and holistic for some, and even I was open minded about it. But as I say, I was willing to try anything. Natasha of CST FOR ME was recommended to me by a few so I booked in with Natasha was not disappointed.
I started writing this post after having a much needed summer off from a difficult first few months of 2018. But as I wrote the word ‘summer’ I realised it’s mid November, and then when I came back to edit I realised the Christmas lights are up in my town, the heating is on and I’ve taken my almost 2 year old to visit Father Christmas for the first time. It’s now December.
Where has the time gone, so many of us ask ourselves and on a regular basis?
It’s no secret, as I wish for an open forum in life, to enable transparency, trust, positivity and more, but late 2017-spring 2018 came with it’s challenges and after juggling too many balls I wanted and needed to focus my energy on myself and my purposes. As we all do from time to time, right?
However, I can see rainbow for 2019…
For a while now I have wanted to cover off the subject of “mumpreneur” and I feel now is as good as time as any for two reasons…
- The media, social and blogging worlds are bubbling with lava(esque) news stories regarding the lack of flexible working hours and high childcare costs. It’s not easy for working mamas – fact! Pressure is somewhat building and we have great thanks to the likes of Anna Whitehouse of Mother Pukka with her Flex Appeal campaign.
- Henry is 10.5 months old, and it is around about now when I was originally planning on heading back up to the big smoke to my Monday-Friday full time job.
I love my hometown of Leigh-on-Sea – renowned for its cockle sheds, pubs with most of the seating outside, cobbled streets, a muddy river Thames, fishing boats, a mix of restaurants, bars and tea shops, boutique shops and the smell of fresh seaside air!
I currently live on the Essex/East London border, which does make daily commuting to London quicker, but I am often back in the Southend-on-Sea vicinity (seeing as that’s where most of my friends and family reside).
There’s something so wonderful about a little day trip to my seaside hometown at this time of year – and for the rest of the spring and summer months….