tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60735952011-04-21T18:49:07.781+01:00Baby Blogs OnTrials, tribulations and nappy contents of a newbornClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1112650294231437322005-04-04T22:29:00.000+01:002005-04-04T22:31:34.233+01:00The babes story has moved yet again... and can now be found here.Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1077652355427883942004-02-24T19:52:00.000Z2004-02-24T19:58:21.996ZThis blog has moved!
Hacked again by babyfather
Go to: 'babymother' for further installments in the life of babe.Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1077141067742704432004-02-18T21:51:00.000Z2004-02-18T21:53:47.233ZNever again...
20 weeks
...will I interrupt babe's precious sleep - especially that 3 hour stint in the morning - for the frivolous purpose of meeting friends.
Spent the rest of the day picking up the pieces. Eating and sleeping out of the window. Hers and ours.Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1077054962598989812004-02-17T21:56:00.000Z2004-02-21T23:39:44.826ZMorning has broken
20 weeks soon
Babe slept til 6.50am, very civilized, but as usual I have been up since 5am...
I woke up from a dream about someone eating in our bedroom to realise that the cat was washing herself noisily right next to the bed. This is her sly way of telling me it's time for breakfast without actually jumping on me. Then I had to get up because I was parched. Then I thought Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1076881345953627132004-02-15T21:42:00.000Z2004-02-17T22:15:13.890ZThe fingers get busier
Favourite toy: two wooden frogs which spin round the top of a music box to the tune of Swan Lake. She studies them with furious concentration, fingers fluttering all over the place, before knocking them onto the floor.
Watching her use her hands reminds me of trying to do a delicate operation wearing a very thick pair of gloves. The fingers don't quite go where you Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1076880824248392742004-02-15T21:33:00.000Z2004-02-16T17:52:24.186ZCybermum
19 weeks and some
The blog has suffered because I have discovered 'mumsnet'. It allows you to post your inane new-mum questions and get bombarded with concerned old-mum responses. I'm hooked.
I had another panic at the end of last week about breastfeeding the babe. The feeding policy has changed daily. We've had top-ups with formula, starting her on solids (again), expressing breast Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1076588532389376832004-02-12T12:22:00.000Z2004-02-12T12:24:43.530ZPhew
19 weeks, 1 day and still alive
Must stop dashing behind reversing cars with the pushchair.Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1076491272664307602004-02-11T09:21:00.000Z2004-02-12T12:23:53.106ZLittle fingers
19 weeks
It's true that you get used to doing everything with one hand, especially with a baby that needs keeping upright for a while after feeding. I've been carrying babe around with one hand and doing all sorts of dexterous things with the other since the start. Babe isn't one to allow herself just to be baggage, however. Once she learnt that the routine was pick her up, go to Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1076172798188471882004-02-07T16:53:00.000Z2004-02-07T17:36:00.123ZColic and panic
4 months and a bit
You can be sure that if the blog goes quiet for a bit, the babe hasn't been.
Her evenings have been pretty unsettled for the last 4 weeks, then from Wednesday they all went horribly wrong - lots of discomfort and screaming after feeds - and all of Thursday she had diarrhoea accompanied by more screaming. I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I have used theClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1075757453680399382004-02-02T21:30:00.000Z2004-02-07T17:08:35.246ZFamily, shedloads of,
4 calendar months
The babe has been to Wales this weekend for some adoration from the rellies.
Babyfather and I left her for the first time in the care of someone else, on two occasions, during the course of the weekend. The someone elses were the capable Nanny and Noo Noo, but nonetheless I managed to have palpitations when I was meant to be enjoying some shopping. TheClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1075331778117715012004-01-28T23:16:00.000Z2004-01-28T23:23:23.013ZProgress report
4 months
If babe is to reach the heights of football prowess that babyfather expects, there are a few skills to be mastered first - learning to sit up, for instance. Lying around in the field could hamper her team mates, however good her dribbling.
Today babe made exciting progress in that direction (at least you'd be excited if you were her grandmother and a paediatric Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1075140656714538692004-01-26T18:10:00.000Z2004-01-28T22:58:48.576ZBoobs, boobs, read all about it
16 weeks 5 days
Apologies for the long blog-gap. Bloggap?
My whole life for the last week has been to do with breast-feeding, and the agonies and ecstacies thereof. I followed the health visitor's advice and tried to feed the babe more often to build up my milk supply (you may recall that I was starving her). Unfortunately I made the mistake of trying to feed herClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1074624758693138222004-01-20T18:52:00.000Z2004-01-20T19:26:49.246ZToo thick to pray
16 weeks tomorrow
Yesterday was mostly horrible - I'd had very little sleep as usual and just could not see a solution to, or even a cause of, babe's evening wailing. It had happened at the same time of day, every day, from Wednesday to Sunday. I spoke to two pharmacists, a health visitor, a Paediatrician's Hotline (turned out to be for GPs only) and a hospital walk-in clinic. Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1074553147798441012004-01-19T22:59:00.000Z2004-01-19T23:01:05.950ZAntics for Dummies
15 weeks 5 days
Babe is very skilled in dummy control, therefore a budding footballer according to babyfather. Here are some of her moves, all performed while lying down:
- the chomp: picks up dummy from mattress by pouncing on and closing open mouth around teat in one swift action
- the 180: swivels dummy 180 degrees in mouth to acheive correct position (often combined with Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1074464469974303682004-01-18T22:21:00.000Z2004-01-19T21:17:28.106Z4 seconds in the life of babe
15 weeks 5 days
Cats on blackboards
The last entry was the start of a downward trend - every evening at about the same time, babe gets very distressed and can't sleep through most of her last naptime of the day. If we sit next to her, rocking the crib and making sure her dummy doesn't escape her, she screeches intermittently like a scalded cat. Or like nails on Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1074206165272370962004-01-15T22:36:00.000Z2004-01-15T22:37:58.403ZBaby love
15 weeks yesterday
Another unsuccessful evening out last night, when we tried to put babe to sleep in a bedroom of the flat where our church housegroup meets. She slept for the first hour, then woke up and got steadily more upset. I wonder now if we should have just taken her into the sitting room with us. She'd probably have chatted away happily. As it was, we were embarrassed about Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1074094554497982802004-01-14T15:35:00.000Z2004-01-15T22:38:20.496ZTrauma
15 weeks today
Being a mum does weird things to your insides, and not just your pelvic floor either. I tried to coax the babe to sleep without her dummy yesterday. It worked for two consecutive naps, then she woke up in the middle of a sleep and screamed at me until I gave her dummy back. The look she fixed me with as she sobbed inconsolably left my stomach tied up in knots for literally Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1073948940391822032004-01-12T23:09:00.000Z2004-01-12T23:09:21.586ZSleeping like a baby
14 weeks 5 days
At 4.30am babe emitted 3 piercing shrieks as if she was being murdered in her bed and then fell back into a deep sleep.
Babyfather and I have been awake ever since.Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1073754667701542612004-01-10T17:11:00.000Z2004-01-10T17:13:33.853ZTerritorial Army Training
14 weeks 3 days
Today's day out was not to Tate Modern after all, as we decided to indulge babycousin and visit Big Ben. Ben obliged us with 11 DONGS and babycousin did a special celebratory dance on the pavement. Then some orange juice from a stall to watch the cogs go round and squash the oranges. Babycousin agog.
That was the sum total of our day, plus a quick lunchClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1073688843993570012004-01-09T22:54:00.000Z2004-01-09T22:59:12.380ZChild Psychology
14 weeks 2 days
New insight into babycousin's mind: He was playing with some glass beads, putting them into a small ceramic pot. He came to show me the pattern they formed at the bottom of the pot. 'It's a flower!' I said, because they were arranged in a flower-like pattern. 'No,' he said crushingly, 'it's a plughole.' Babycousin's favourite things: washing machines, boilers, Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1073514986023070582004-01-06T21:58:00.000Z2004-01-08T12:07:31.910ZScience
14 weeks tomorrow
Babe visited the Science Museum today - have to start her education somewhere, after all. Actually the trip had more to do with babycousin (aged 3) and his mum babyaunt_1, who are visiting from the land of Oz. Babyaunt encouraged me to break out of the house despite the risk of playing havoc with babe's beautiful sleep routine. To my surprise the whole thing did not endClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1073234459306532842004-01-04T16:40:00.000Z2004-01-04T16:41:17.980ZCome back Mr Gaviscon. all is forgiven
13 weeks 5 days
She's back on 4 doses a day. Don't ask.
A friend at church said her baby's poo went solid suddenly as well, so possibly nothing to do with Mr G.Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1073162983361150272004-01-03T20:49:00.000Z2004-01-03T20:59:55.186ZAll Growed Up
13 weeks 4 days
Last night babe slept all alone in the nursery. [3 months earlier than recommended by The World Health Organisation.] Our door and her door were open and it seemed to work, i.e. I heard enough to get up once when she cried but was not kept awake by her dummy-juggling antics.
3 months is definitely a big milestone. It's as if she's woken up. She seems to be Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-107305059713504462004-01-02T13:36:00.000Z2004-01-03T20:50:47.863ZMr Gaviscon has his drawbacks
13 weeks 3 days
Babe slept in til 7.30am - this is getting ridiculous. Possibly it's genetic, as her father slept in til 11.00. I didn't do so well. Got to bed not long after 11.00pm, became ravenously hungry, tried to fight it, ate some muesli at midnight, took ages to get to sleep, woke at 4.08am to hear babe sucking her dummy vigorously for half an hour and Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1073048905785239552004-01-01T13:08:00.000Z2004-01-03T20:51:19.723ZBabe's first bib
13 weeks 2 days
You may have guessed that this was taken on Christmas Day... babyfather hacked my blog again and posted it. I must change my password. You might want to look at the 23rd December again if you like this photo.
Bibs are great. I thought you only used them once you started trying to get proper food down the babe, but for one as dribbly as her it saves washing aClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1072735312335321672003-12-29T22:01:00.000Z2004-01-02T12:56:27.083ZBingo!
12 weeks 5 days
A double milestone. Not only did babe sleep til 6.45am (yes, that's nearly 7 in the morning - babymother could dispense with her afternoon nap), but she had a bath Without Screaming. She did not scream when we removed her clothes, she did not scream when we dangled her over the water and faffed about getting the temperature right, she did not scream when we put her in norClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1072462776129230772003-12-26T18:19:00.000Z2003-12-26T18:19:52.640ZFirst Christmas
12 weeks 2 days
Well, I've had my present - babe went to bed at 11pm on Christmas Eve and slept til 6am on Christmas morning!! It could have been even later but I woke her up because my boobs were fit to burst. Then this morning she slept til 6.30. So I'd have clocked up an incredible amount of sleep if I'd gone to bed at sensible times myself...
Babe's Christmas has been packedClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1072190291367286542003-12-23T14:38:00.000Z2004-01-02T13:06:56.326ZRowwwr
12 weeks tomorrow
Here's a typical image of babe.
[Despite what it says below, this entry was hacked by babyfather]Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1071869808952716322003-12-19T21:38:00.000Z2003-12-19T21:39:30.416ZPoo
11 weeks 2 days
I can't put off the decision any longer. Is babe going to be an eco-vandal for the rest of her babehood, polluting the world with her disposed-of nappies, or is her sweet little behind going to be swaddled in vast swathes of terry towelling?
I was very enthusiastic about 'real' nappies before babe arrived, and had a box of pristine white ones all folded and ready for her. Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1071781803184825772003-12-18T21:10:00.000Z2003-12-19T21:05:30.160ZOh well
11 weeks 1 day
So much for the new routine. Fed her at 10pm, so far so good, and we got to sleep at 11pm. Then I decided to let her wake me up (hoping wildly that THIS will be the night she just forgets to wake). Babe woke at 3am hungry enough to eat a horse. Back to sleep at 3.45am. I set the alarm for 6am and doggedly woke her up then to keep with the routine, even though she'd have Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1071697957165137332003-12-17T21:52:00.000Z2003-12-18T21:02:36.286ZProud mum
11 weeks today
Got used to the shouting - you only have to make eye contact with her and off she goes.
I'm lining babe up for her next achievement, which will be giving babymother an uninterrupted night of sleep. She's fed at 10pm, 2am and 6am, the idea being that she will simply forget to wake up at 2am any day now. Watch this space!
Went to the baby clinic today to get her weighed.Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1071613695986609952003-12-15T22:27:00.000Z2003-12-16T22:28:29.866ZManners
10 weeks 5 days
Apologies for the blog gap - there was a technical hitch in the form of our Telewest broadband connection going down for a few days. I have continued blogging compulsively in Word and will backdate soon!
Babe's true personality emerged on Friday night when babyfather, our pal CB and I were larking around with her. Looking excited, she suddenly launched herself forward Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1071613442988200902003-12-11T22:24:00.000Z2003-12-16T22:25:59.916ZNew Developments
10 weeks one day
Babe is longer! She won’t fit in her carry cot any more soon, and we might have to remove the infant head rest attachment in the car seat – gulp – maybe we can frame it or cast it in bronze or something.
I’m sure her hands have doubled in size, and I can get my fingernails under hers now to try to remove the dirt (hasn’t worked mind you). The deep creases in Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1071613371577616192003-12-10T22:22:00.000Z2003-12-16T22:25:44.776ZSleep monster
10 weeks today
Took babe to meet up with the other NCT mothers in my group this afternoon. I came away feeling like a die-hard disciple of Gina Ford (as in the ‘Fascist Little Mother’ book, aka Contented Little Baby). I arrived in time to feed babe, had a bit of a chat, then put her to sleep upstairs in the carry cot that I’d brought with me. Perfect. Babe got her sleep, which she Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1071613310761926152003-12-06T22:19:00.000Z2003-12-16T22:22:04.716ZNew Words
9 weeks 3 days
‘Bw’
‘Gl’
‘Bl’
‘Gw’
Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1070464102354671872003-12-04T21:13:00.000Z2003-12-04T21:13:27.820ZGrand Greatparents
9 weeks 1 day
Off to stay with Nanny and Noo-Noo tomorrow, that's Ganny and Gandad's opposite numbers. Babe has a full set of two matching pairs and even a great-nanny. I'm only realising now what a blessing this is for babe; I didn't really get what grandparents were for, because I only had the one and he wasn't really into kids, although he was apparently very good with Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1070463371984294902003-12-03T14:56:00.000Z2003-12-03T14:56:21.936ZConkers
9 weeks today
I think I've been getting a bit obsessed about the whole routine thing, and thinking myself rather marvellous for having a clockwork baby - as if the whole point of motherhood is to feed her and let her sleep. OK, practically speaking there isn't a lot more to it, bar extracting some burps and looking up all the verses of 'My Darling Clementine' on the internet (there are Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1070282235861037542003-12-01T12:37:00.000Z2003-12-01T12:37:25.676ZVital stats
8 weeks 5 days
Babe at 8 weeks: 9lb 8
Her birth weight: 6lb 8
Me at last weighing: 10.5 stone
My pre-pregancy weight: 9.5 stone
Cat at last weighing: 5 kilos
Cat's pre-diet weight: 5 kilos
Yes, babies are weighed in pounds, adults in stone and cats in kilos. Actually I had to weigh babe in imperial and metric at the GP surgery - she was 4.3 kilos. Compare and contrast to cat.Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1070131903816013782003-11-29T18:51:00.000Z2003-12-01T12:29:10.950ZFilms to not watch as a new mum
Finding Nemo: this was my first venture out in the evening without babe, having left some expressed milk with babyfather. No-one had told me that Finding Nemo is all about the trauma of a father fish losing his last remaining child, the others having been massacred by a predator. I was very nearly in tears when he cradles his only surviving egg with the tiny fish Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1070024771087798722003-11-28T13:06:00.000Z2003-11-29T13:38:48.826ZPractically ready for university
8 weeks 2 days
Babe has made huge developmental leaps since the last blog, after a delay caused by a visit to Ganny and Gandad. For a start her vocabulary has increased from 'Ah' (that's a short 'a'; my keyboard lacks a phonetic alphabet) and the quite hard to pronounce 'Awwwr' (think of that scene in the cave towards the end of Monty Python and the Holy Grail). Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1069435594928558842003-11-21T17:26:00.000Z2003-11-21T17:26:42.216ZHappiness is a warm babe
Babe has a proper routine now. It goes like this:
Wake up, about three hours after the start of the last feed.
Feed for about half an hour.
Feel happy and talkative for about 15 minutes.
Have nappy changed. This is fine, get to look at Stimulating Pictures on mobile, unless followed by a change of clothes.
If followed by a change of clothes: scream inconsolably for Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1069175238355846102003-11-18T17:07:00.000Z2003-11-18T17:07:25.066Z7 weeks tomorrow
What babe can do, now she's nearly 7 weeks:
Look adorable (OK, that's been happening for some time now)
Great gummy grins. She has been smiling socially since she was 10 days old, I kid you not. There's definitely a difference between the 'smile' that accompanies wind and the real smile in response to us smiling at her.
See the pictures on her mobile. We've got her an 'Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1068734680363809542003-11-13T14:44:00.000Z2003-11-13T14:45:07.030ZThank You Mr Gaviscon
6 weeks 1 day
On Tuesday, babe was such a contented little bunny that I decided to try not using the Gaviscon any more – I had my doubts that it was helping her colicky symptoms anyway. Big mistake. What I’d forgotten was what she was like before we started giving her Gaviscon.
There seem to be three levels to a baby’s cry:
Level one: unsettled, grizzly, not actually Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1068734613758108632003-11-11T14:43:00.000Z2003-11-13T14:43:50.313ZSleep?
Babe repeated her amazing sleep feat just once, although the cat woke me up instead by wailing at an intruder cat which had got into the house. Babe was back to waking at 3.30am this morning. At least my boobs were happy and there was no need to change my pjs.
Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1068734478065911422003-11-09T14:41:00.000Z2003-11-13T14:42:52.346ZMarsupials
I’ve been using a sling since babe’s first week – it’s a handy blue and white striped cloth contraption made by Wilkinet to tie babe onto my front. Babe thinks she is back in the womb, only the wrong way up, and goes straight to sleep. Mum gets on with housework / walks in the park / waits til babe is sleeping and whips her into the cot. Anyway, it looks perfectly OK to me, but Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1068734413022465172003-11-08T14:40:00.000Z2003-11-13T14:42:01.816ZSleep is possible
(5 weeks 3 days)
Babe has done the unbelievable – went to sleep at 11pm last night and woke up at 6am this morning. I thought that sleeping through the night is something you hoped for from 8 weeks at the earliest. I woke up at 3.30am for the usual feed, but she did not. I was quite happy to go back to sleep again; but my boobs were not aware of the new schedule and I had to Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073595.post-1068734319039060562003-10-19T22:37:00.000+01:002003-11-13T14:38:44.006ZA New Mum Blogs On
What I am about to publish is probably of no interest to anyone but myself and a handful of grandparents – the daily trials, tribulations and nappy contents of our first born, currently aged 4 and a half weeks. But to me it’s absolutely fascinating. The whole transition to motherhood thing has utterly blissed me out and boggled my mind; I can’t wait to put it all into words. (Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248958636519039310noreply@blogger.com