Claire Pregnant

Freddie is now on three solid meals a day and he’s growing fast! With the changes in his diet come changes with his sleep. Enter: Zombiemum exercising PMT behavioural classics (even though there is no apparent reason for tension of the PMT kind in sight). Now there’s a subject!

Where oh where has my period gone? Has anyone seen my period? I’ve been breast feeding exclusively since Freddie was born and he’s still a boob man. In fact the guy so clearly knows what he wants that there is no (even sneaky) convincing against his preferred choice. He plainly refuses the bottle and although he drinks water happily from a beaker, if it’s filled with formula, there’s no way it’s going past his lips. Man!

So, to the positives - I have beautiful, nuzzley cuddles with my little boy (so beautiful!). I have a bosom! As for the negatives; I am now convinced that the Pre part of PMT is so long drawn out (8 and a half months) that the slightest upset (i.e. lack of sleep) activates reflux of the monstrous characteristic kind and hurls a convoluted mass of Claire nasties especially designed to test my loving relationships…

Of course, this would come with an intelligent Pau tracker devise, aimed at opening a naturally ‘intelligent’ line of communication with my boyfriend/bestfriend/soulmate - Whatever!? Oh yeah, we’re talking intelligence of the supreme. Lets just say this guy has seen the full rainbow that is Claire!

Still, as I sit here writing, I hold good posture. I am proud to be able to share and reflect with humour on these atomic moments… And so our relationship strengthens - AHEM!

Well my friends, as with all rainbows, the colours are many and bright…. WHAT? - bit biblical, Christ! This was just to link to the funny photos above of us on holiday, nouveau riche style. HA! X

Tuesday last week we got together with mums and babies from yoga for a picnic in the park. It worked out brilliantly, lots of chat and now - New friends! We had the perfect spot under a tree. Blankets were strategically placed to allow babies the shade and mums the sun, which was by the way amazing! We must have spent three or four hours on the grass…

Later that night around 12pm Freddie awoke - Projectile vomiting is difficult to catch! Poor guy was overcome with the force of sickness. Totally unprepared, I missed most of the mess. The muslin cloth suffered a tiny damp corner whilst Freddie and I were covered - His clothes were soaked, my clothes were soaked, the mattress was splattered…

With a change of clothes, lots of love and hugs later we agreed to try feeding him again to perhaps a rather predictable end. Watching him throw up so extreme was upsetting and scary. My troubled face (monumental support for a befuddled baby) was, pathetic. Pau, thankfully with the advantage of experience offered Freddie celebratory happiness. Freddie laughed. (Hurray!) I took note and immediately turned off my worried brow - I LOVE THESE GUYS!!

Freddie was up every hour after that until his stomach was empty. I tried to think about the cause and realised that after three or more hours in the same spot under a single tree, the shadow may have moved (hello) leaving the babies under the sun. (Did he have sunstroke…?)

I fed him again at the start of the day and he began to repair. For him, the worst was over. Me on the other hand, I was super tired and stroppy. I took Freddie out and ended up walking back from a trip to Islington which left me exhausted. Still, I fancied meeting Pau for an early evening drink. We moved on to dinner at a local Italian restaurant where fried calamari and four cheese pizza seemed to provide the necessary fuel. Later, arriving home, I put Freddie to bed and fell asleep next to him - An early night! … Became early morning with a more than usual taste of saliva!

Vile! Putrid! Akk! Talk about sick that makes you want to vomit - This was over churned Gorgonzola with EXTRA bite baby! (Too much detail?) … I’d caught it good. And there began 30 hours of nil by mouth, bucket by bed joy.

The day was memorable. For two reasons: The first, because I saw stars and fainted with dehydration (interesting). The second for the magic moments that Pau then caught with his camera as we rested together in the late afternoon… Loving these photo’s!