I don’t know whether this is the same for everyone or not, but during my pregnancy, it was preached to me from my 12-week appointment how important it would be to breastfeed. The midwives were encouraging and full of information, and leaflets outlined the various benefits that breastmilk would give to the newborn babies. That said, I never found them to be overly pushy or preachy, they did leave it up to the individual, but it was not left as something vague just how much breastfeeding was expected of each mother to give the best start to their child in life.
I was told when E started crèche that he would catch every bug going, those were the breaks when we were putting him in contact with snot covered children for multiple hours, where it wasn’t a million percent sanitised every ten minutes. In my head I put this down as a necessarily ill, bound to happen eventually when he hits school, and the benefits for him, me and our relationship were much higher than the pains of sniffles and coughs. The line “living in the doctors” was mentioned a few times. He’s certainly fulfilling that prophecy. We’re lucky my GP is close by and lovely, and that he’s not one of those children who screams the place down when in any proximity of the place. Sure, she has the cool fire truck toy in her surgery, he practically runs into the place excited (sick? Him? Never healthier than in the doctors waiting room!). Read More
Two years ago, after a rather mixed up bank holiday weekend, I took a pregnancy test, because hey, what else would you be up to on a bank holiday Monday night? It said Pregnant, 1-2 Weeks. 2 years on, I’ve now got a 16 month old who is walking, talking and giving attitude falling asleep in the room next to mine, and it has me thinking of things I’d like to say to that girl, sitting on the bed staring at the digital screen in disbelief.
Despite only being back in Cork three days, last Thursday we made the trek back to my parents’ home in Co. Wexford because we simply couldn’t get enough. Or, rather, we realised we were bored of Cork for a bit, and the grandparents wanted to do a bit more spoiling. They promised me extra sleep. I was sold. Read More
It’s been a while since I’ve looked at the phone, willing it to ring, willing the person on the other side to say “Yes, you are the chosen one”. Trying to play it cool; not seeming overly awkward with how much I want to be that chosen one, not seeming too desperate. Trying to give off the image of a cool collected individual instead of a wretched desperate woman begging to be accepted. Ahem. That never happened.
In the past, it was jobs, it was boys, it was competitions I was never destined to win. There was a mixture of acceptance and rejection over the years; none as bad as the ones who never called at all. I tried to retain the illusion of sanity, of nonchalance, of being too busy to care. Then I became a Mammy, and my hormones went nuts and haven’t really allowed me to perform this illusion as perfectly. Perhaps I should have stuck with the drama degree. Read More
I’ve been writing this blog for nearly two years, and what has started initially as a hobby has become one of the major parts of my life now. Because of this, I am constantly looking for new ways to make it easier to get more done, preferably while doing other things (the work of a Mammy is never ever done!). Generally when you see me I’ll have my iPhone on me, it’s a bit like an extra body part, so meshing the two together generally makes sense and does then make up a lot of my blogging work. For example, my phone serves as my main camera, my notepad on the go, my tracker of stats and my main source of contacting other bloggers and people I work with for writing purposes. It’s also where I play my sudoku, but that’s another story.
As part of my trip back to the not-so-sunny South East, a couple of visits to Waterford were in order. Iâ€™ve got a lot of extended family who live in the city, and it is one of my favourite places in Ireland, having spent ,most of my teenage years spending any free time hanging out in the city, living in The Book Centre and having a lot of lunch breaks from work in the same cafe every single time with the same friends. Said cafe no longer exists sadly (RIP four euro chicken goujons and mashed potato), but it has been replaced by a wonderful cafe which is both adult and child friendly, No. 9 Barronstrand St, in Georges Court Shopping Centre. Iâ€™ve been in here once or twice but never with my own child until today, when myself and the Mammy decided weâ€™d treat ourselves to brunch. We were not disappointed.
Another Sunday, another week where I look back and go “What the heck did I do, where did that time go?”. This week has been quite different, as myself and E have been on our holidays in not-so-sunny Wexford and Waterford – a brief break from Cork City and being minded by my parents for a bit. His Dada is away with work so despite us missing him, we are getting lots of attention from everyone else to fill the void! Being the weekend, it also means it’s time to tell what I’ve been loving in my Little Loves Post to join in the butwhymummywhy linky! Read More
My gorgeous bundle is no longer a bundle. He started out as one; all 5lb 5 ounces, newborn head scented, long haired, scrunchy faced and perfect, as all newborns are. He’s now big and bold, full of attitude, able to run, chase, crawl and cause a tornado of chaos and fun everywhere he goes. 16 months ago, he was completely dependent, needed me for every little thing bar breathing – today he’s pulling away and wanting to do everything himself but coming back for kisses and Mammy snuggles when he needs them. He’s growing up. No longer a baby; getting to be a big boy, one wobbly step at a time.
So, what exactly is this boy like, all 16 months of him? Read More
When I was in hospital just about to give birth to Eliott (a day or two before the induction); my oldest friend Siobhán, who had seen me through every big and small life event since we were six, came to visit me. With her were two washing baskets, decorated and filled to the brim with goodies, baby necessities and gorgeous baby clothes – the perfect new baby basket. She had literally thought of everything. It was definitely one of the most thoughtful gifts I have ever received, and something I would love to replicate. As it happens, a rather awesome blogger friend of mine, the lovely Suzy from The Airing Cupboard, is expecting a little boy in the next few weeks, and as I understand that having a baby isn’t just a time to focus on the baby but also the new Mama, I’ve decided to throw together something similar; a little baby basket, a hamper of joy, love and Mammy treats.
When you’re at home with a toddler, days can get pretty repetitive. Unless you set up different things to do during the week, it can feel like Groundhog Day. Every day involves chasing a football around the living room. My life soundtrack is currently the songs from Baby Genius. It’s worse when it rains – yes, I’ve still not learned to love the rain – because as I don’t drive, there is little to do in the city centre with a toddler and outside of that isn’t much of an option. There are only so many visits to the kiddie library we can do in one week, so I decided one morning that we’d change tack and head to Chuckies Play Zone, the closest soft play centre to us.
Another week gone by, another whole lot of nothing done. This week has been a bit up and down; after last weeks creche-plague infestation, I was unimpressed to discover over the weekend that the boy wonder had passed it on, giving me tonsillitis and an ear infection. Aside from a diet of strepsils and antibiotics, it’s not been too bad though. Time to join in again to the fabulous #LittleLoves linky from butwhymummywhy. This is what my Little Loves have been this week! Read More
As I’ve mentioned here a few times before, I’ve suffered from issues with my back for about the last year and a half, due to an injury sustained during pregnancy. It’s left me unable to live as freely as I would like to live, unable to work at various points, and somewhat sponsoring a new wing at my doctors surgery. Recovery is taking a lot longer than I thought it would, and I’m trying new things in order to find something, anything, that works.My pain management consultant, who is a very lovely man when he’s not wielding a needle towards my back, suggested I try hydrotherapy, as physiotherapy was proving difficult due to the tenderness in my back (it’s as if I have no pain threshold at all). It’s taken a while to organise, between childcare, illness and waiting lists, but finally yesterday morning I got to go to my induction session with the physiotherapists in the Arena Clinic, Mardyke Arena, which is near UCC, my alma mater. Read More
It’s a sign your life must be going okay enough when you find yourself worrying about fictional characters. That, or you really need to get out and see other adults and talk about things that aren’t fictional animals and toilet related. Lately, we’ve seen a lot of Peppa Pig (I know, bad Mammy, but he’s been sick and whiny and the pink little brat keeps him quiet and makes him smile. Instead of whinge. So bite me.) and other such creatures. We’re slowly recovering from the great Netflix purge of Bob the Builder and Fireman Sam in one-fell-swoop (will nobody think of the parents??) and are finding our way into other shows, some marginally more educational, some a lot more eye-scratch-out-worthy. These shows have made me question some things though… has anybody else had these thoughts?
When you’re younger and playing with dolls and pretending they are your baby, there are a certain few actions which are considered normal doll play. Generally baby will cry, baby gets fed, baby gets nappy changed, baby sleeps. Of late, some dolls are built to encourage breastfeeding, grand so. Baby might be sick and need to see doctor so off Dolly trots with Mammy to another child with a plastic stethoscope to be told baby has a cold/chickenpox/the plague, to give it Calpol and it’s grand (see, realism about our health system from the age of four).
While baby doll does indeed get nappy change, that is where the focus on the contents finish. Oh, how I wish the same was true of real parenting.
There has finally been some form of a break to the heat – okay, so I would have rathered a gentle breeze rather than the monsoon that descended over the weekend, but thankfully the most of the sticky humidity has left us for the moment. It’s been an active week here; lots going on, some of it even nice things. Continuing on with the fab Little Loves linky from butwhymummywhy, this is what I have been loving this week! Read More
When my child was five months old, I gave in to common sense and made a visit to my GP where I was diagnosed with postnatal depression, prescribed medication and referred to a consultant psychiatrist for further care. This was not my first foray into the world of mental health issues, but this to me was progress; I was on top of my game and making sure that whatever was going wrong in my head was to be remedied so that I could focus on making life as good as it could be for me and my new little family. Almost a year on, things are better, mostly. They are being reviewed constantly by professionals who know what they’re talking about and I consider myself more educated about different mental health issues and the effects that they have, my triggers and effects of the medication on different parts of my life.
It has been hard work, but I am getting there. Read More
Today I renewed my self-hosting subscription. Which means that today is one year from when I decided I was going to dedicate myself to this blog more than any other I’d written before (and there are so, so many abandoned blogs across the internet of mine..). It’s truly been a learning curve; I’ve discovered interests in things I never thought would appeal to me; things like graphic design, SEO, even just general social media mastery – as well as getting to practice and get out there doing the thing I love to do, write. Along the way I have discovered some rather fantastic blogging tools which have helped me turn my scribbles into something which I’m actually quite proud of, tools I feel would benefit anyone starting out blogging from a very basic stage like I was.
So without further ado, here are my Top Five Essential Blogging Tools.
I don’t think anyone honestly likes house hunting in practice. In theory, of course, looking for the perfect place to live, to build a home, to make your own. Visions of scenes from Location, Location, Location and finding the perfect house first go fill your head as you log onto Daft.ie or the numerous other websites advertising places to live in your area. Unfortunately, thats about as far as those scenes go; visions in your head. Unfortunately in modern Ireland, this is not the reality for house hunting. Read More
The diet is still on, don’t worry, but some times you have to have a bit of a cheat meal. Lately in Cork, everywhere you look there have been springing up “Asian Street Food” restaurants and takeaways. As someone who quite likes her food asian but isn’t a fan of MSG, seeing that the two combined in one of these establishments was definitely a call for me to try it out. I apologise for the pictures; food blogger I am not, but having tried it for dinner one date night, I decided to try it for lunch with a friend the other day and review it on the blog. Read More
Since having E last year, I’ve bought a lot of baby bibs. For one thing, it took us a long time to figure out just how bad the staining was with sweet potato (never, ever ever use white bibs when your child is a messy eater), as well as sheer forgetfulness on my part to stick spare ones in the bag on our way out. The fact that they came in ridiculously cute designs merely added fuel to the fire, and sure “They’re only four euro”, the ever-lasting Penney’s trap, was at play at the same time. I’ve bought them in varying quality; some would be nearly considered disposable, others (the amazing wipe clean ones from Tommy Tippee) considered lifesavers and essential items. I’ve always had a soft spot for the multiple designs though, bandana bibs can truly make an outfit, they are full on baby accessories. So, when I got the chance to review some of the wonderful Funky Giraffe Bibs, I jumped at it. Read More
Another week gone by, another pile of things I should have or could have done (including a lot of blogging to be fair). Instead, I’ve got a teething toddler (molars, you are my new nemeses) who isn’t mad on sleeping or staying asleep, with an additional ear infection in both ears and a week of making plans and getting organised ahead. That said, it’s not all bad, so I’ve decided to keep going with contributing to the wonderful Little Loves linky hosted by butwhymummywhy – a bit of positivity will never do any harm! So without further ado, lets get that happy train on the road! Read More
I may have documented on here once or twice how much I’ve started liking to have my nails done pretty despite having crappy nails myself – the invention of false nails has definitely been a help in this. Normally I’ve picked them up in Boots on random wanders in, but lately I made a trip to the Elegant Touch website and discovered they have a sale on – DANGEROUS! I discovered quite a lot of bargains and so after splurging out a bit, lets call it investing, I managed to get 10 pairs for the price of 4 – not bad going for a random find! May as well do a bit of a “haul” post! (Usual programming of parenting, poo and caffeine addiction will resume shortly). Read More
I like dealing with stats and seeing how people reach my blog to read what I’ve got to say. For the most part, people seem to follow links I share on social media accounts, which shows me that where I’m marketing it does seem to be working a bit. Some of the people who reach here find me through search engines; only some of the terms they use to get here are available but the ones that are never fail to amuse and surprise me. Taking a note out of the very lovely The Airing Cupboard‘s book, I’ve decided to share the joy and take a look at the more unorthodox of searches which led people to this part of the internet… Read More
I gave birth in March 2014. My son is 15 months old this week, and the question has been asked, more than once, as to when I’m going to give him a baby brother or sister. If I’ll go again. For most it isn’t a question of if, rather when, as having an only child is an anomaly in society. I wasn’t aware that when the animals went two by two on to the ark they were in fact siblings, that does make the story a whole lot more weird, but it appears that if society says children must come in twos that theory had to come from somewhere. Read More