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Sea, Surf and Fun

7 Jan

Durban has seen it’s fair share of rain lately but Lady Luck was definitely on our side when we decided that we wanted to visit the sea and try out our brand spanking new Camp Master Beach Pop-up Shade. So there we were all packed and ready with Sunny-Bunny in toe and off we went to Sun Coast’s stretch of sea.

It was a day from heaven with a slight breeze. After applying loads of sun block we took Sam for his first dip in the Indian Ocean. Needless to say, he’s not a Vaalie or a water baby like his mother, it might have had something to do with the slight chill of the water and the rushing waves that frightened him a little. Hilarious nonetheless.

He ended up spending all his time playing with his bucket of sea water which he drank and ate a little sea sand and it’s not because I wasn’t feeding him!!! I have an adventurous eater, so it seems.

Gotta love the sand

Playing with my dad

Me and mum

Getting my feet wet

Tools of the trade

Show and tell

8 Nov

So now that my little Sunny-Bunny has realized that he can cry for the things he wants rather than point to them, let’s just say that he’s started to try my patience. While no child has ever died from crying (that we know of), I am most certainly of the conviction that it is a form of torture – for the criee not the crier!

He was never a cry-baby but for the love of all things good, there’s only so much a poor person can take and let me not get started on the times when he squinches his eyes to get the tears to flow a little more, I mean, where on earth did he get that from, certainly not me! He cries when he wakes up and realizes that he’s actually awake; when he wants to read a book we’ve read 5 times already and I’ve had it; when he’s tired; when he’s hungry; when a dangerous item gets taken away… that’s a lot of crying I really don’t care to hear.

A while ago, I asked Lester if we could teach Samuel Baby Sign Language. You can teach your child to sign things specific to your family, like a pat on the shoulder could mean sleep time and the like. He obviously laughed at the very notion of hand signs (I think out of embarrassment) and now I want to kick him because Sam’s little finger and grunting or crying in my ears do not equate to understanding what this little creature wants. At first I thought, I can’t wait for Sam to start talking but then I hear that they never stop so for now, instead of counting to ten or one hundred thousand, I want to see if there’s any merit to the practice of baby signing.

I would totally understand if he hurt himself or was in pain or it was something serious, I’d be there in a heartbeat but “just because” IS NOT A REASON… why???? Because I said so! And besides, girls don’t like cry-“babies”, they like smart, intelligent men which you will grow up to be one day- naturally! For now, use those fingers and COMMUNICATE!

Baby Shower Business

7 Sep

Over the weekend, we hosted a shower for my sister-in-law. She was surrounded by family and a few friends and it kinda made me sentimental. While the guests were cooing at the clothes and adorable goodies, every new mom probably has no idea what lies ahead, as it should be in my opinion, ignorance is bliss. But is it not amazing how much stuff is out there for babies? I’m convinced that weddings and babies are the biggest money-making scams. Stores dedicate isles and isles to tons of stuff and half the time we don’t even know if we need them but we still spend our hard-earned cash just in case those “must haves” come in handy.

Other than the adorable outfits, some gifts are so great (very usable) while others are a complete waste of time! Ultimately though, it depends on the mother’s personality and situation. Take a breast pump for example, not too cheap, I loved mine because it saved my life and allowed me to breastfeed Sam whereas a friend of mine used hers maybe three times and then sold it! Nasal aspirators are the pits and the most useless piece of plastic on the market. My personal favorite item is a feeding cushion, other than the obvious, it can be used as a seat for supporting a baby who’s starting to sit or a really nice big neck pillow for lazy days. Ever heard of a  ‘Arrival & Survival Hamper’? It’s fairly self-explanatory – full of essential items that the mother needs to survive when the baby arrives.  It consists of wine, chocolates, painkillers, big panties, sanitary pads, nipple cream, new-mother vitamins (suitable for breatfeeders), hand lotion, fake tan, moisturizer and a voucher for a nail salon…. you get the idea. I’m making mental notes right now to get one for myself next time around.

Past baby shower pomp and ceremony and onto the soppy stuff, you don’t hear much encouragement going on or pearls of wisdom being passed on – and by that I don’t mean things like “sleep all you can before the baby comes, you won’t have any when he comes!” although I must admit that I found myself having to consciously hold my tongue and not project my misgivings about being a mother. But words really do fail to describe the journey a woman makes into motherhood. There’s the wonder of knowing that you have the life long privilege and greatest blessing of being someone’s mom! The sheer amazement you have when you watch how this little person grows when you consider that they actually come from inside YOUR body! Such joy when that first smile is returned. And what about how you never knew that you could love someone so much, feel so deeply like your heart could explode because it cannot contain all the love you have and still you can never get enough of them. That no matter how tired you are, you find yourself watching them sleep because they’re just too precious. And maybe for the first time in your life feel like you would die for them because no sacrifice would ever be great enough. In your heart of hearts, you know that there is nothing you wouldn’t do for them – that is unconditional love.

Motherhood is the hardest thing any woman would ever do but there’s nothing on the face of this earth that is more rewarding or that  can bring such divine purpose to your life.  So while the baby shower (for me) is a kin to the wedding before the marriage, one resounding message that I hear from other mothers is to go with your gut instincts and do what feels right. While we may be equipped with all the goodies and gadgets out there in a modern world of information and technology, no tools are more powerful, nothing but nothing beats a mother’s instincts and the It does take a village…. of women” href=”https://maidentomotherhood.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/it-does-take-a-village-of-women/”>village of women that surround her.

Besides all that, baby Ethan, your aunty can’t wait to meet you and spoil you rotten.

Birth Order Of Childern

25 Aug

Lately I have thought about how I’ll manage IF or WHEN I have another child – it’s a huge debate in my house at the moment until this came along in an email and I just couldn’t help myself.

This is definitely worth sharing or the good chuckle you will have – for those of you with more than one child, I’ll bet you can identify.

Clothing:

1st baby: you begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as you ob/gyn confirms your pregnancy

2nd baby: you wear regular clothes for as long as possible

3rd baby: your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes

Preparing for birth:

1st baby: you practice your breathing religiously

2nd baby: you don’t bother because you remember the last time, breathing didn’t do a thing!

3rd baby: ask for an epidural in your 8th month

The Layette:

1st baby: you pre-wash newborn clothes, color co-ordinate them and fold them neatly in the baby’s cupboard

2nd baby: you check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains

3rd baby: boys wear pink, can’t they?

Worries:

1st baby: at the first sign of distress, a whimper, a frown, you pick the baby up

2nd baby: you pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn

3rd baby: you teach the three-year old how to rewind the mechanical swing

Pacifier:

1st baby: if the pacifier fell on the floor, you put it away until you go home and wash it AND boil it

2nd baby: when it falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby’s bottle

3rd baby: you wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back it

Diapering:

1st baby: you change it every hour, whether they need it or not

2nd baby: you change it every 2-3 hours, if needed

3rd baby: you try to change it before others start to complain about the smell or you see it hanging to their knees

Activities:

1st baby: you take your baby to the baby gymnastics, baby swing, baby zoo, baby movies and baby story hour

2nd baby: you take your baby to baby gymnastics

3rd baby: you take your baby to the dry cleaners and the supermarket

Going Out:

1st baby: the first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times….

2nd baby: just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached

3rd baby: you leave instructions to call only if the sitter sees blood

At Home:

1st baby: you spend a good part of every day just  gazing at the baby

2nd baby: you spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn’t squeezing, poking or hitting the baby

3rd baby: you spend a bit of every day hiding from the children

Swallowing Coins:

1st baby: you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays

2nd baby: you carefully watch for the coin to pass

3rd baby: you deduct it from its allowance

Space-makers

28 Jul
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Image by Warm 'n Fuzzy via Flickr

I was reading an article on the net as its the only form of reading I get to do these days and its usually because I’m looking for a solution to whatever problem I happen to be facing with Samuel. This particular article was about infant dental hygiene and caring for those little pearly-whites otherwise known as space-makers for the permanent teeth to come.

Previously, I’ve blogged about the enigma of teething and what troubles our little ones endure but for the love of money, the poor mothers that have to endure teething babies deserve a day off IN THE WEEK to recover from the drama and added sleep deprivation that these kids bring!!!!

Samuel sprouted the bottom two teeth around the six month mark with relative ease so I thought that it would be relative smooth sailing in the teething department – well boy was I wrong! Copious amount of drool, blowing bubbles likes it no ones business, waking three to four times a night, boob-in-mouth-to-sleep, wet nappies AND pajamas  to change at 3 in the morning (from a gallon of breast milk – my fault there) all this over a period of a week or so has made me short of looney. To top it all off, this crabby little sleep-deprived creature refuses to let his father comfort him and all this to the point where I feel like yanking the living daylights out of  him in the dark!!!!

I have bought all the “recommended” teething rubs for his gums, powders for his poop, homeopathic drops and today I spent my hard earned money on reputable Chinese medicines to get him some relief and me some much needed sleep. After I bought the Chinese meds I felt kind of bad, I mean how desperate am I to expose my child to these things all in the name of sleep???? I can feel the nomination for worst mother of the year coming up. Oh and I bought some alfalfa tonic for myself – natural of course, its for vitality and lactation. I burst out laughing thinking that its perfect for night time parenting, I’ll be bright eyed and bushy tailed with plenty of milk waiting for him except that I need to be wide awake in the day as well!!!!

Last night while Sam was getting a bath, my hubby was reminding me about a conversation we had earlier in the week and for the life of me I couldn’t make head or tail of what he was saying. After seeing the confused look on my face, he had the nerve to ask if I was pregnant again because my memory has been beyond shocking. Well according to the latest research on sleep-deprivation (which he knows nothing of) your memory is the first thing to suffer – hello! It’s having your sleep broken that’s detrimental to your health – mental health in my case. Even Steve Wonder can see the bags under my eyes.

Other than the sleep-less nights, my permanently burning eyeballs and bags under my eyes, it was my performance this morning that shocked me to my core.  After waking at 10pm, then from 2am UNTIL 3:16AM, by 6:25am when Lester brought him to me (because he had to leave for work) what followed can only be described as an out of body experience. I could feel my face contort as the whining began. I could hear this person complain in what sounded like the voice of a 5year old been woken for school on a cold winter morning, whining because they had to get up and they were sooooooooooooooooo tired.

Behind every teething baby is a desperate mamma…. Mortified by MY behavior, I realized very quickly that I had to pull myself towards myself and suck it up – these space makers won’t be around forever – THANK GOD!!!

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