Winning small battles

Last week we were struggling to get Emily to take a bottle. There were several reasons behind us wanting her to take a bottle: to give her some formula in an attempt to boost her weight, and because it's liberating, meaning if I need to be away somewhere for some reason then she won't starve. These rational arguments passed over our Ems though, and she was having none of it. But she does not yet realise how sneaky and devious her parents can be....

We went to see some friends last week and borrowed a breast pump which they no longer had any need for. I'd been really anti-expressing (it's difficult and time consuming, and I was no good at it last time) but decided that the only way to sneak the bottle in might be to start her off with a bottle of expressed milk and work our way up to formula by mixing expressed milk with formula. This process had to move on faster than we had initially hoped - Sunday evening was rather stressful for a variety of mother-in-law related reasons, say no more, and after about 45 minutes I'd managed to pump a paltry one ounce. And had sore bosoms. I even tried again at 5am after I'd fed her, but no joy. The combination of tiredness and stress just meant the milk would not come out. No way, Jose. So, Monday's 10am feed consisted of a bottle which was one third expressed and two thirds formula, and she drank the whole thing. Then today's bottle was 100% formula, and down it went! Hooray, I'm free! Not that this means I'm giving up breast-feeding, but after another month or so I shall start to drop one or more breastfeed in favour of the bottle. I may even go out. In the evening. Without the baby! Although that might be pushing it too far....

The other battle we won today was the battle of the pokey poo. Eldest child has had terrible constipation over the last couple of days, to the extent that I took her to the doctor today. A conbination of lactulose and 20 or so prunes over the last 24 hours finally took effect this evening, and hopefully we've turned the corner. Here's to a good night's sleep - last night she was up at 10.3opm, 12.30am and 5am, and since I was also up at 4am to feed Emily this made for a rather disturbed night. The poor girl's not been able to sit down comfortably or even eat all day. I really hope we've knocked it on the head, since another day like today would be agonising for all of us.

I'm Stupid, But I'm Loved

The other day I did a foolish thing. We went to Whipsnade on Sunday with some friends and their two daughters, and after a lovely day of picnicking and animal viewing we visited the gift shop and the loo and then set off home. Once the girls were in bed we got to the fun bit of the evening - uploading the day's photos. Except I couldn't find my camera. Searched and searched and searched but nope, it was gone. Did I leave it in the gift shop? Or the loo? Or did some toerag pinch it? We'll never know. I have a horrible feeling that I just absentmindedly left it somewhere but am trying to console myself with the thought that someone stole it. Because that reflects better on me.

Anyhoo, I was not in a good mood the following day because losing your camera is just such a stupid thing to do. I didn't lose many pictures, only those from that day, since I tend to upload them at the end of each day, but it's the principle of the thing which got my goat. I'm always telling Isabel to be responsible for her possessions and then what do I do? Lose something really valuable. What a great role model I am. And I know I could buy another one but I just felt it would be like burning money.

We'd been phoning Whipsnade each morning but no joy, so I resigned myself to the fact that it will never come to light. And then Husbandio and Isabel went into town today to do some jobs, and after lunch they presented me with a brand new digital camera. A beautiful one, 10.1 megapixels with a 3 inch touchscreen and more functions than you could shake a stick at. And it's red. With a pink case (courtesy of Isabel). I could have cried. I just felt so unworthy - after all, it was me who lost it, so it's my bank account which should have suffered. I told Husbandio he was very naughty and shouldn't have bought it for his stupid wife, but I said thank you too. Afterwards, Isabel asked if I liked my new "digikal" camera, and I said I did, and she asked why I'd said Daddy was naughty for buying it. And I realised that it was just my own guilt saying that, and that what I really meant was thank you thank you thank you for buying me a new camera to cheer me up and make me feel loved (even though I am clearly a stupid woman who may never get rid of this pregnancy brain). So thank you Husbandio! I owe you one.....now, any chance of buying me a brain that functions correctly?

Teaching the next generation about breastfeeding

I'm getting tired and wasn't going to post tonight, but having seen this video on YouTube I couldn't resist writing something. Even if you can't bear to hear about breastfeeding, click on the video link at the end, it's quality...!

I breastfed Isabel until she was one, and intend to do the same with Emily. It's been going well pain-wise but less well weight-wise, although we may have turned a corner since the little thing gained 6oz last week, much better than her usual 3oz (or, indeed, the 1.5oz loss she'd registered the week before which panicked me). I'm not a 'breast is best' preacher, it's simply the choice I've made for my children. There are several reasons behind the choice - it's good for their immunity (a good reason in and of itself in this era of swine flu), and general health, it helps me lose weight, it's free, and it's easier than bottles in the middle of the night. Oh, and there's a lower risk of breast cancer for me. And it's good for bonding, or so they say.

Isabel's not been phased at all by my feeding Ems, which is good, and she's picked up the lingo pretty quickly. For example, she'll ask "are you on bosoms two?" which means is Emily having the second breast i.e. am I nearly done feeding and can I come and play? However, it had never really occurred to me that all of the dolls on the market have bottles, which doesn't send a very good message about promoting breastfeeding. Until today. Someone's spotted a gap in the market, and invented this new doll. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry. The politically correct part of me applauds the move, but would I buy one for my child - no, I think I'd be too embarrassed. Which, since I'm whipping my boobs out left, right and centre at the moment, is completely ridiculous. Hypocrite, me? Well, yes, in this case, sorry.

Domestic Goddess

Blogging must be the most self-centred activity I have in my life, so you'll need to forgive me if some of the posts are a little self-congratulatory. After all, you're effectively reading my diary, and if I can't say nice things about myself in my own diary, then what's the point?

So, as you'll have noticed, this week has seen Isabel celebrate her 5th birthday and this has pretty much dominated our world. Today, I hope, saw the last official celebration of the great event (some three weeks after the first celebration - it's been a long, drawn out affair!) - we invited my Dad and stepmother plus my brother and sister round for a birthday BBQ and cake. Husbandio invested in a new BBQ (any excuse, he's been desperate to get one for months) and I took the brave decision to make a cake. I say brave because I've never made a cake before. Actually, that's not true. I made a carrot cake once but it was a bit heavy going.

This time though, I played it safe, and went with Nigella. In my experience you can't go wrong with Nigella - we did her turkey one year (including basting it in a bucket, an action later brilliantly lampooned by the Gavin & Stacey Christmas special) and it was brilliant. Her sprouts with chestnuts and pancetta were also superb, and my little brother, 12 at the time, even went back for seconds. Can't be bad.

I came across the recipe in question almost by accident though. I bought some muffin tins and wanted a chocolate chip muffin recipe with which to christen them. Found a simple looking recipe in Nigella's Feast book, but then I got to skimming through the book, as you do, and found her Chocolate Maltesers cake. Isabel loves Maltesers, and as soon as she saw the picture it was a done deal. So, last night Husbandio and I girded our respective loins, put on our aprons (well, I did) and made the actual cake part. This morning I made the buttercream icing (so yummy that my sister asked if it was Betty Crocker, cool!) and put the whole thing together. It was a delicious dessert to round off a lovely BBQ, and miraculously had just the right texture. Everyone very impressed, myself included. And quite surprised! Am relieved it's all done though - I've had two nights of cake making dreams, which is quite enough, thank you.

Nigella's version (with apologies for nicking the copyright on this photo...)

My version. More Maltesers, you'll note! She has a nicer plate but I have a wasp tile behind for comedic effect.

We survived!

Well, the much anticipated fifth birthday has come and gone, and we're still here to tell the tale. We spent the morning having birthday breakfast (homemade blueberry pancakes, a family tradition) and opening pressies. That done, and the baby fed, we headed off to Legoland, getting there just before noon - went on the Spinning Spider (not doing that after lunch!) and in the Rat Run play area, then watched one of the shows in Lego City while eating our picnic lunch. Seen the same show several times but I still like it - the acrobatics and dives from the tall tower are very cool!

After feeding Ems again, we wandered around, did the Dino safari and Dino Dipper (a very tame rollercoaster which Isabel's always been too scared to go on before) and then headed over to Duplo world. There's a splash area there so we got her into her swimsuit and she had a great half hour splashing about. Glad we remembered to take her swimsuit - although there are always lots of kids in there in their pants! After a quick helicopter ride we went to the new Land of the Pharaohs (she went on a ride alone for the first time, much laughter and excitement) and then to Miniland. Who can resist all those Lego buildings? Marvellous stuff, although starting to look a bit dated - the Swiss Centre lives on in the Lego Leicester Square although in real life they knocked it down years ago.

On our way home at the end of the day we'd promised Isabel we'd go to McDonald's for tea. She's a cheap date. We stopped at the new Beaconsfield services (nicer than it sounds!), and she scoffed her Happy Meal as if she'd never seen food before. She even asked Husbandio to go and buy her a second portion of chips, and finished all of those too! And they're now all finally in bed, spark out, and will hopefully lie in a bit tomorrow. As for me, it's off to bed with the iPod....!

Birthday girl and little sis prepare for a day out in Legoland

Acrobatics show (courtesy of Husbandio - thanks for the cool photo!)

Riding the Dino Dipper

Little Swimmer

First ride on her own - not missing us at all!

Turning Five

At this point five years ago I was in early labour, eating pizza (had to keep my strength up) and watching Peter Kay (to distract myself from painful contractions). Laughter is the best medicine, after all.

In many ways it feels like Isabel was born far more than five years ago. Having a child who regularly spouts phrases like "begone, you foul creature" will do that to you. However, she also still seems so young sometimes, particularly since starting school and being the youngest in her year. We were invited round to the neighbours on Saturday for a curry, with the offer that Isabel could sleep over in their daughter's room (the two of them are in the same class at school). She was not keen on this at all, but accepted the idea of half a sleepover, meaning that we picked her up and took her back home when we left. As it turned out, it was a good job we did, since she fell asleep in the parental bed, rather than in her own blow up bed!

Tomorrow we're taking the new five year old and her baby sister to Legoland and then to McDonald's for tea (the one with the balloons, she demands, but since Legoland is in Windsor and the McD's with the balloons is in Hemel Hempstead she's going to be disappointed). We've already done the annual birthday visit to the Disney Store where she spends some of her birthday money, and on Saturday we're having a birthday lunch. And that, thank goodness, will be that! She's so desperate to be five that I'm quite glad it's here at last. Shows how things change - when I was around her age I was desperate not to get any older. How wise I was...!

Weighty matters

Emily's 15 weeks old now, and a lovely bright alert little thing. That's the problem though - she's little. Really little. I've written about this before, and it's not improving. I've had health visitors recommend that we feed her every two hours (that was rubbish - every time I tried to feed her she just looked at me as if to say "again, really? are you sure?" and eventually started to nip me. That put an end to the two hour feeding!

Last week she actually lost weight and, even though the health visitor that day said not to worry, I can't help it, so we've decided to start her on one bottle of formula a day. That was our plan, although Emily doesn't seem quite up to speed, and so far has only managed about half an ounce of formula. We'll keep trying, but it's hard to see her screaming in protest when I know I could easily breastfeed her. Still, it's for her own good.....

In other news, it's Isabel's fifth birthday in two days time, and the level of excitement this year has been much higher than in previous years. She's desperate to turn five, since all her friends are already five. Her main present is coming from my dad and his wife this year - a Nintendo DSi. Is she too young? Possibly, but it's got a built-in digital camera and she's really keen on using my camera so I think that'll go down well. And lots of her friends already have the Nintendo DS, so she'll be able to play joint games with them. Be interesting to see how much she actually uses it - maybe it won't come into its own for a couple of years time. Or maybe she'll be a gadget freak like her mum - I got an iPod Touch for my birthday recently, and it's fabulous, I've used it every day. Mainly to watch BBC iPlayer while breastfeeding!