Monthly Archives: November 2010

Rush, rush

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Mr. C’s computer is in really bad shape. The cable is dead and we are waiting for it’s replacement. My computer is crap and the top floor room is very cold, so I don’t spend too much time here (I am here now because I have some stuff to print, nothing too exciting). So no tons of posts as I like to write.

Little Laura has been a pain for a while now, and she’s not even sleeping well at night anymore. Mum and dad are very tired, but hey life goes on.

Oh, and she doesn’t enjoy food that much. Except banana and pear, she hated everything she tried – even potato!!! We’ll keep trying. The only person who is entitled to be a pain to eat in this family is me. Period. Full stop.

Ok, gotta go, rushing today, have to leave in 1h15 and packing stuff for the baby takes at least 30 minutes when she is awake – which is always the case, eh?

Bye,

C.

I had a good day today…

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I had a good day today. I managed to organize the huge mess that was in our bedrooms (baby’s included) and living/dining rooms and kitchen and it only took me a couple of hours. I didn’t clean the house properly, was more putting everything in order, clean clothes in the right place, dirty in the basket, empty the dish washer, clear the dining table, etc.

Then it was time to pick Ivika at the station. It’s amazing how few hours of chat with a dear friend that I haven’t seen for a long time prompt so many ideas in my mind and good memories. She gave Laura a giraffe. Not only a giraffe, but Sophie, the French giraffe. I learned from the leaflet that Sophie was “born” on 25th May 1961 and has been produced exactly the same form since. Laura loved it. Even after Ivika was gone, she was playing with Sophie on her new mat.

Sophie-Laurie, the Giraffe - present by Auntie Ivika

Ivika is one of those people that no matter how long you go without seeing and chatting, it always feels like yesterday. And it’s always so nice that you ask yourself “why don’t we meet more often?”. I found out that she reads the blog, which is good, because I can send her messages through my posts. haha Here is one: Ivika, my dear, the reason why you had to go on the back seat was because Laura’s car seat doesn’t fit in the back. Thanks for coming over – I had a lovely time and loved all the great news!

Rubber duck, rubber duck, quack, quack

It’s funny how you can learn new things about your friends every day. Today I found out that she collects rubber ducks and have about 50 of them! Sorry, I can’t give you this green rubber duck, because it’s not mine. Neither Laura’s. Maya forgot it here last time she came for a visit. Last and only time by the way.

Nesquik whisker - I have another 7! Anyone? Just come and visit me

And we receive presents, but we sometimes give as well. Ivika left our home with a brand new amazing Nesquik whisker to make her hot chocolate time even more exciting! Uhuuu! Now on a serious note: boo to Nestle to have included that thing in their chocolate powder package. The choco without it costs 2,75, with that – and a massive paper packaging – only 2.00! You can’t help but think that they are overcharging for the product. And also, who the heck needs several of these things?? How many kids are they expecting me to have? Or are they hoping I’ll sell them all on eBay?

And since we are talking about presents, here is one of Laura’s 6th monthversary present:

Laura 6th monthversary present

Her play mat is too small for her and she ends up miles away from it. And why not place her directly on the floor? Because she turned herself on her back a few times and bumped her head on the floor. Besides hurting, I’m afraid my baby might get a bit cuckoo.

The new mat is big enough for her to crawl around – I didn’t put the numbers (1 to 10), so it’s bigger than what’s in the photo. By the way, she is much better in holding herself on her arms (she can even do some press ups) and her technique of crawling backwards is taking her far.

We got her another two presents for her monthversary that will (hopefully) arrive this week. Watch this space.

And last, but not least, Limbo is good to think about things, especially about the house. I’m in the process of framing some photos and thinking where I should put them and how many more photo frames I will need (and what photos I should print). It’s a very hard task this of filling in the blanks of our walls, especially because we have a lot of walls to fill in.

Here is something I’m trying for Laura’s bedroom: a 3D “photo”. The idea – discussed with Ivika this afternoon; how great it is to have fresh-minded friends over for lunch? – was to frame Laura’s first (and only) pair of All Star, giving by her auntie Lili, since they don’t fit her anymore. But of course the frames I have here are too small for it. And I didn’t have any other object to use so I got a couple of frogs that I had in Rio (apparently frogs bring good luck), a ladybug (ladybird in the UK) and an elephant (again, good luck). It’s very random, isn’t it? I guess the background needs to be of a different colour. The frogs and the elephant were gifts from my mum, the queen of symbolism and superstition (no creo in brujas, pero que las hay, las hay) and I got the ladybug – if my memory is not too crap – from Manu; I guess it was a little gift/favour from someone’s birthday?

Prototype

My head is full of ideas for the house, but things are a bit slow at the moment. Now that the fridge and the tumble dryer are sorted, on the top of our list is our Christmas decorations, including an (artificial and reusable) tree. 😉

I can’t go to bed…

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because Mr. C forgot his house keys. 😦

Baby is asleep since 21h-ish. Just woke up once since because she lost the dummy. Dummy back and a cuddle from mummy (without taking her out of the cot) and she’s fast asleep again.

Today was one of those days that had everything to go wrong but ended up being a good day. I’ll translate my tweets about it:

* The tumble dryer was delivered at 7.30am – the guy rang from 7am but the phone was downstairs and I didn’t hear it. Baby woke up but was playing quietly in her bed while we took the dryer to the garage. The guy, from Poland, was quite nice, and was chatting about his 10 month old baby daughter. He told me that things get really better around this age – the only problem is teething, always a pain.

* Cleaner called saying she wasn’t feeling well and rearranged for Friday.

* Mr. C took the car key instead of the house key with him.

* I caught a minicab to the baby clinic – the guy waited for me there. The whole thing didn’t take 20 minutes.

* Walked to Starbucks in the High Street to meet 3 ladies from the mums’ group I went ages ago. Walked both ways – 30 minutes each. The rain started as soon as I walked in the house.

* The meeting was quite good and I’m glad I went (I was about to give it a miss). Next one will be in one of the girls’ home in 3 weeks time.

* Mr. C is home. Gotta go. 🙂

* By the way, I connected to do something completly different and in the end I’ve done loads of other stuff except what I came here (here = online) for.

It’s odd but what can we do?

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Today I took Laura to the baby clinic to be weighed. I think I wrote about this before, but here it goes again. In the UK there are routine check-ups in set period of the baby’s life, done by a GP or Health Visitor or Midwife, and there are the informal check-ups, where you go to the baby clinic and chat with the midwife.

There are routine check ups (at least in my area) after the baby is born, one at the hospital, then the midwife came here 2 days later to check on me and breast feeding techniques and baby, then another midwife came 3 days later for the foot prick thing, then I had to go to the hospital for another check (this one to be discharged from the hospital’s midwives care and start with a health visitor – Laura took longer to be discharged because her belly button took a month to fall because of the antibiotics), then there’s a review around 6 to 8 weeks (mine was around 10 because we changed areas), when Laura had her first set of immunisation, then the health visitor came over to check on us, gave us the red book (every child in the UK has one, and all the information on growth and development, including vaccines should be in there), then she had the other immunisations at 2 and 3 months. And that was it. At the baby clinic I go to check her weight, once a month, as per recommendation. Unless there is something wrong with the baby, this is how it works.

So today I asked the midwife if I could check Laura’s length (until 2 years old – or something like that – they measure her length, not height) and she told me that here (again, my area? London? UK?) they only measure the baby twice: one at the 6 to 8 weeks check up (in my case, not even that – they only measure Laura at 3 months, at the hospital, for a check up on her kidneys) and the other at the 12 months review. And again, they would have checked is Laura has had problems putting on weight (or gaining too much at once), and according to the system, there is no need for the baby to be measured and it only brings anxiety to the mother. Between you and me, I get anxious because she is NOT measured, but I’m not gonna tell her that.

Laura is doing fine. For those who know Mr. C and I, you know that there is no chance that Laura will be a tall lady. Chubby or slim, yes, it’s possible. So, I would be more than happy if she is taller than I am, and even happier if she is more than 1.65cm. Too much to ask?

Weight-wise, Laura is doing good. They follow a chart here in the UK, that tracks the growth of 100 breastfed babies. So if the baby is around number 50, that means that there are 50 kids with less weight than her and 50 above (or 49, whatever the math is). Laura started at 25 and is now around 50, slightly less. Which is good, right? Right. But then the anxious mother thinks to herself: what if length-wise she is around 25 or less? That means she is chubby! She doesn’t look chubby for me, though, so the anxiety is gone.

If you are curious about the growth chart in the UK, here is a link. There is a chart for boy and a chart for girls, because of course their growth patterns (thank goodness) is different.

P.S.: By the way, Laura is 7,180kg – if she was a boy with this weight, she would be 9th, not 50th! Or she would have to be 8kg to be 50th. Doesn’t seem much of a difference, but when you talk about babies, 100gr is a lot!

P.S. 2: These charts are for reference only and consider breastfed babies – formula babies are (and should be) bigger.

NB: Numbers are approximate.

6 months today!

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Little Laura is celebrating 6 months today. Yey! Well, not so yey. We had a horrid night yesterday (blame it on the brocolli – I knew these green stuff cannot be good for you, me and all the babies in the world), didn’t want to sleep although sleepy, and in the end we gave up and she slept in our bed, from midnight to 5am (when I moved her to the moses basket next to me – it’s small but still useful). Not sure about dad, but mum can’t sleep well with a baby next to her – reasons are: Laura sleeps with her arms and legs wide open, taking the space of an adult in bed, thankfully we have a king size bed; I keep waking up to see if she is ok; I don’t move the whole night to avoid rolling over her; I keep having weird dreams/nightmares; and the list goes on.

And she woke up for good at 7am and has been screaming for a long time. The only times she stopped were when she was in her tummy, looking around. For 5 minutes. She was sleepy, very sleepy, but didn’t want to sleep except in my arms (and I’m out of this phase, sorry), so it took her a couple of hours and some warm milk to calm her down and put her to nap. And she will wake up in 30 minutes if I’m lucky. :-S

Laundry and mess is pilling up that it’s not even worth trying to take a nap myself.

News from the Limbo

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We bought – in record time – a fridge-freezer online that was delivered today. Yes, Sunday. Almost 7pm!

Our stupid fridge died on us, and we spent a week without one. Can you image someone living without a fridge these days?!?!?! We did and it was sad.

The new fridge is not the ideal (the fidge is bigger than the previous one, but the freezer is smaller – I’m not a big fan of those fridge-freezer, I prefer the individual things, but no space in kitchen for two items), but will do the trick. And it fits in the “cupboard”.

The tumble dryer (did I say we bought a tumble dryer? Yes, we did!) will be delivered on Tuesday. YEY!! Tumble dryer in winter rocks.

P.S.: Jack Black sucks.