Stroke- My granddad’s story.

So this post is a little different to the usual ones I publish. I hoped that if I could get my grandad’s story out, it might just help someone else. My grandad suffered a mini stroke due to a blood vessel being blocked in his throat. This is currently being controlled by medication.

For me to explain my grandad’s situation I have to go back a few weeks ago. He lives on his own unfortunately so no one was there to help him. He became unbalanced while trying to change his top and fell and hit his head. He put his arm out to break his fall and his hand and head collided together. He didn’t tell anyone for a few days, but then had to when his arm was aching and a finger was slightly dislodged. After that he seemed okay. Nothing felt out of the ordinary. A week later we were celebrating his 91st birthday (incredible). His mood and behaviour had changed. He was very reserved and quiet. This is unlike my grandad who can chat for ages. The next day I took him home as he stayed with my mum. He said he was extremely tired as he didn’t sleep well, which he said was due to his arm aching. He was also quiet and looked unhappy. (I just wish I picked up these signs sooner.) Later that night he was rushed off to hospital as he was complaining of a numb arm. Thankfully my auntie acted quick and listened to the signs.

Even though we acted fast on helping my grandad, it doesn’t mean he was able to make a full recovery. After the stroke, he has lost quite a bit of strength in his arm and is quite tired most of the time. He has also become forgetful but this is all early days and with time and patients we can help him to improve from month to month. They couldn’t operate on his throat with the age being a far greater risk. We are supporting my grandad as best we can, and will continue to watch out for any symptoms that may re-occur.

After doing some research recently on stroke, it has made me realise it’ not all textbook. People’s symptoms vary; the majority know F.A.S.T (Face, arm, speech and time to call 999). This is a bright red flag indicating someone needs to act fast on getting medical help to the patient. Every second counts as a stroke stops oxygen getting to the brain which means your cells is being starved and permanently damaged.

Not everyone is aware of symptoms of a mini stroke. A mini stroke medical term is called Transient ischemic attack (TIA). This is a temporary blockage of blood and oxygen to the brain. You may experience symptoms such as an ache or numbness to the arm. Tingling feeling, dizziness, abnormal taste or smell, confusion, vision change, unbalanced, difficulty speaking or loss of consciousness. They say these symptoms will disappear as the blockage dislodges. This is not always the case. My grandad suffered a mini stroke which from a CT scan showed a blocked blood vessel in his throat. Luckily enough it was picked up quick but the blockage didn’t move. Which means it could have caused a full stroke. After researching through this I found stories of people, who experienced a TIA and didn’t even know. They didn’t see the warning signs. These symptoms could of happened months, or weeks before but because some are so temporary (might only last a few hours) the patients were ignoring the big signs their body was sending off. Studies have shown that people who have TIA are more likely to have a full stroke. It is so important to act fast and to listen to your body. Thankfully my grandad did, and I am able to share his story.

For me this stroke has been a big wake up call. It is far too easy to let life cloud the things that matter. You get so caught up with work or running around or seeing what’s new on social media. I was neglecting his precious valuable time, time that one day I wish I still had. It made me think that right now I don’t have to regret not spending enough time; I can make sure I am there for him as much as I can. I just wish I didn’t wait until a bad situation happened before I opened my eyes. Don’t let life cloud what’s important.

Thank you for reading x

Last minute trip

For the bank holiday Monday we went to Minehead. This was completely a last minute decision. It was around 4 in the afternoon and my partner went “if you want to go out, get ready and let’s go” a part of me was being far too lazy to drag myself outside in front of a bunch of happy sun struck random civilian’s but I pushed the negative thoughts away, scurried upstairs and changed out of my pyjama shorts. (I climbed straight back in to my pyjamas afterwards. Comfort queen)

So we headed off to our destination, Minehead. Now when we suggested Minehead, there was a bit of confusion to the location. My partner didn’t think about how long it would take and I had a brain ache. I thought we were suggesting the next junction down from us. This is actually Burnham on sea. (THEY DON’T EVEN SOUND SIMILAR.) It was quarter to 5 in the evening and our Sat Nav was indicating we had another 45mins. (My one and only brain cell was under the impression it was only meant to take 10 minutes). We did contemplate just turning around and going home, but we were half way there, we might as well stick to our plans now.

Half 5 we rock up to the beach. We managed to park up easily as the holiday makers had already been and gone, but we had just arrived at half 5 in the evening to go to the beach. 2 hours from our home with a toddler that has his bedtime in 2 hours. *thumbs up*

We had a stroll along the beach; played in the sand (which is just another term for us building sand castles and Roman destroying them.) After Roman tiring him and us out, we went and got some fish and chips.

After being stalked by a couple of sea gulls we headed home. It wasn’t a jam packed day due to the lack of hours we had available but it got us out for bank holiday and even with the confusion, Minehead was a lovely sea side town and we will most defiantly be returning to spend a full day here.

On our way home we pulled up to a petrol station and I noticed they had a self-service laundrette. I had never seen anything like this before and found it completely strange yet brilliant. So if you’re ever passing Minehead and you have some dirty laundry you need to sort out. The petrol station had you covered.

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I’m walking with my sunshine

I like to think back to when I was pregnant with a big round belly feeling the flutters and kicks of my little twinkle toes repositioning from side to side, jabbing a foot in to a couple of organs as he gets comfy for the night and I would lie down, imagining what it would be like hearing the little pitter patters of footstep across the oak floor. I could almost hear the sound ringing through me as I settled for the night. I was so excited and would just whisper “not long now”. Not along until I have an unstoppable tornado boy! Destroying everything in sight; nothing left un- touched. NOTHING!

The moment Roman started taking his first step were thrilling. It’s the next big milestone, the coordination and determination that goes in to walking requires so much patience and persistence. How could you not be proud. What was to follow shortly after is not so joyful. It will however test your patience and keep you on your toes. (Especially when they like to run into the bathroom, remove the toilet brush from its holdall and take it on a tour of the house while scraping it onto the walls, floor and furniture of your bedroom) *takes a long deep breathe*

Luckily for us, we are not alone. There are a few things that parents have in common.

1. One. Two. Their gone.

One minute they’re right by your side. The next they are running towards the exit. You have leaped into Olympic mode and are suddenly sprinting like you’ve never sprinted before.

2. Three. Four. Knock to the floor.

You’ve turned for a split second and next thing you here this howling scream. Yep they have just face planted the floor AGAIN. Not another bruise… please.

3. Five. Six. There up the steps.

Oh shit, he’s sneaked up the stairs and is now at the top smiling and waving… how long have you been up there for?

4. Seven. Eight. Take a break.

I’m exhausted. How do they find the energy to run around all day? I’m only young, where have all my reserves gone.

5. Nine. Ten. Let’s start again.

No I don’t mean turn back the clock to be lounging on a white sun bed in the Caribbean with Pablo the waiter. Wait… what was my point again?

I actually mean after a busy day of running around like a headless maniac you get to experience all this again because life with a toddler is never boring.

Me myself and no time.

Have you ever wondered what Parents have in common?


I am more than positive that every single parent have used these words…”what did I do in my spare time”. Once that little sproglet enters the world, you don’t remember life without them. It’s the strangest feeling. They may have only been in your life for a number of days, weeks or months yet what was I doing last year when I had all that free time? Did I make use of those hours for myself or did I binge watch 5 episodes of game of thrones. Yes I did, I binged the whole bloody programme.

The truth is once you become a parent you have a whole lot of juggling to do. You’re trying to manage the children plus your home, your life, relationships etc. It can be exhausting. How can you fit everything in 24hrs? Realistically I would love to read my books, write my blogs, and take more time to pamper my skin, hair and nails. Reality is once I finished work, gone to the gym, cooked tea, tidied up, bathed and put Roman to bed I have about as much time or energy to have a 5 minute shower and pass out . It is so easy to fall in to that circle of neglecting the things around you and then you can find yourself resenting the change without even knowing it. I will be the first to hold my hands up and admit it. I love my son so damn much and I have dreamed of being a mother for so long and when you hold that baby in your arms for the very first time your whole life rotates in to a different dimension and life is never the same again. Your focus is on keeping your baby fed, warm and happy and everything else comes in second place. You read books and go to anti-natal classes on how to relax with delivery/how to keep your partner as comfortable while in labour. How to look after your new-born and anything after that, but how do you cope with looking after you?

You start thinking that when you get any alone time is considered ‘Me time’. Having a bath or using the restroom is considered ‘me time’. What bullshit is that, that’s not me time? That is just basic needs. It’s very easy to feel rewarded when you get an half an hour break, while they nap and you can finally sit down with that reheated brew and catch up on your favourite programme you’ve been dying to watch since last Tuesday. Do you really feel elevated? Refreshed? No. Why would you? Start making ‘me time’ worthwhile, take time out to do the things you loved and was passionate about before the primary focus was on your minions. Go out for a date, socialise with friends. Use the network of support around. Stop neglecting you. This is your life too even if you are second most of the time.

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Roman’s First birthday

I’m back!

I haven’t posted for a few months, but I’m hoping to give myself more time to focus on my blog and to be a little more motivated.

I wanted to discuss Romans first birthday party. There were a lot of emotions involving his big day. I’m not sure if it was the thought of my little baby now becoming a toddler and wondering where a whole year has gone, or the pressure of wanting to make his big day as special as it can be. I did contemplate just having a small get together going for a nice family meal, avoid half the amount of stress or money involved but for me it was his first ever birthday. It would be memories in years to come and for us all to look back on. It wasn’t just his first birthday party either; I also incorporated his naming ceremony into the day. I know I wanted to do a naming ceremony but was worried with budget and dates that were available so combining the two worked better.

I chose to have a naming ceremony not only because it was more of a laid back feel, but it could be held in any location or venue. It is also a ceremony to celebrate the birth and naming of your child. I liked the idea that you can choose how the ceremony is run, from poems/ readings or music you would like played. A bit like god parents, you pick who the chosen ones are but as it wasn’t a christening we chose to have guide parents, a similar role just a different title. For the guide parents I did decided to buy a sentimental gift for each one as a thank you for agreeing to be a big part in Roman’s upbringing.


1. Venue

2. Theme

3. Birthday/ceremony ideas

4. Naming ceremony

5. Cake

6. Birthday present ideas


We were lucky to set up Roman’s party in a close location which was in a good size hall that could hold 100 or more people. We was able to set a few tables for our guest to eat and drink at. With a stage for the ceremony and own little bar. We could supply our own caterer as I did find when looking at venues we were obligated to use theirs. I did struggle for time; it was only me and my partner decorating the room and found myself cutting it close, I think I was still running late when the guest’s arrived. This for me is not uncommon so I should have given myself a lot more hours to set up.


We went with a theme that is close to us. Roman loves his Disney songs and one that always stuck out was The jungle book song ‘the bare necessities’ he would always be so happy when that played (though it has now changed to Moana- You’re welcome) so we went with a jungle themed birthday and incorporated the characters into the party. I used the character as table names; I put a few balloon characters around the room along with Disney teddies and also purchased the Jungle book cake toppers. The balloon’s and cake toppers were purchased off EBay.

We liked the idea of guest being involved in the big day so after a few Pinterest searches and food for thought, we decided to do a finger print tree along with a journal for everyone to leave a little message for Roman. Just behind the journal I made a picture collage of Roman from a new born to 11 months.

For the tables I picked up some favour boxes from home bargains and filled with sweets, i.e. bananas and jelly beans to give a little extra touch.

Naming ceremony

when I started planning Roman’s naming ceremony one of my close friend / Romans little friend Aila had just had her naming ceremony so I was able to get ideas and know exactly where to start with the planning process. I went on a website called where you can find local celebrates in your area. The cost was around £200-£300 for the service and after lots of emails back and forth the final draft was complete.

Once the readings were done, I gave each guide parent a personal gift; this was a poem in a bottle with a comment from Roman. Just to say thank you for being a part of Roman’s life. I purchased these from EBay and I was able to personalise the little details in and around the bottle. The turn around was really quick and they were so well presented, would defiantly recommend.


We couldn’t have a jungle book party without a Jungle book cake and wow was it a cake. The presentation and taste was outstanding. I did once again get the idea from Pinterest which I sent to our baker and she was able to decorate the cake in the same way just changing the name etc. We couldn’t be happier.


ideas I thought I would add this in as I was so stuck for ideas. I searched for ages on endless sites finding the ‘perfect’ gift. In reality Roman wasn’t bothered, he’s still at the age where an empty water bottle or chewed up dog bone is way more fun than the age appropriate all singing and dancing toys we have at home.

Here is a list of the presents that come in handy

• Activity cube- I purchased mine for a website on Instagram called little homes UK. (photo attached)

• Trike

• Bath Toys

• Books/ gift card from WHSmith, Waterstones etc.

• Money box

• Clothes

• Teething toys

• Milestone diary

• Rein back pack

Thank you for reading Xx

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The wake up call part 3

This post took a little longer to write up as I had just finished celebrating Romans first birthday. I still can’t believe I have a one year old but before I get in to that let talks about the 7 to 11month stage.

This stage is what I call the marathon stage; you don’t have enough training to prepare yourself for this shit. I run myself ragged; it’s messy and a little bit sticky. I’m trying to chase the chubby rolls that have now learned to crawl away and is now on the move and escaping to the forbidden areas. I’m about 30 seconds away from having a mental breakdown because its 7.30 in the evening and that imaginary finish line I was heading towards is suddenly fading further in to the distance. The little ball of chaos that I made has suddenly had a burst of energy and wants to get out every toy from the toy box and kick off because I will not allow him to chew live wires and drawl all over plug sockets. This goes on until he finally gives up about 10 to 10. Yep this is what I call exhaustion.

Continue reading “The wake up call part 3”

The wake up call part 2

So while I currently write this story, I thought I was suffering with pink eye. I actually feel guilty now for assuming my little human let one of on my pillow. Unfortunately it was something a little worse and painful. A trip down to the eye hospital and I have Scleritis. (A serious inflammatory disease) Eye drops and antibiotics later (as I also developed tonsillitis) I can finally say I don’t look like that freaky chick from the exorcist anymore. Think my partner is relieved too, he thought I was going to start levitating my freaky arse to the ceiling. I was one tongue twisting moment away from a priest knocking at my door and doing an exorcism on me. Luckily after the dramatic scenario I am on the road to recovery.

Going back to last year, when we rolled in to month 4, Roman was also learning to roll too. I found myself looking at milestone developments. Now I know every baby is different and they do learn at their own pace, but I couldn’t help think is Roman behind or where he needs to be. With him being induced 3 weeks early they did say he would be 3 weeks behind. He was so determined to move though he was learning at a good pace.

Roman was also beginning to laugh which is just music to any parent’s ears, and luckily enough for us, you don’t have to be a comedian to bring laughter to a child. Just dance around like an idiot or hide behind your hands and pop out with a “boo” usually does the trick. No judgement here.

After the struggles of breastfeeding and after exhaustingly going back and forth to a specialist, I made the decision to go to formula, which became 10X easier for Roman; he actually had a full belly and would just sink into a milk coma. I tried and the decision didn’t come lightly, but I did find a lot of stress was lifted off my shoulders.

There was still a lot of learning involved,

• My high blood pressure still wasn’t settled, I assumed after the pregnancy it would return to normal but it can take months before adjusting back.

• I was suffering with palpitations which started late in pregnancy and the only way to reduce it was by physical exercise.

• Romans facial expressions were becoming more prominent

• We experienced an explosive nappy, which if you don’t blurt out “fuck” you obviously haven’t experience a head to toe poop yet. At this stage you either throw away the child or try to resolve the situations by hosing them down. Fortunately for Roman we chose the second option.

• My relationship started to feel the strain; we were now bickering a LOT.

• Jumperoo was my new best friend.

• All our ideas of raising Roman were out the window. We didn’t intend on sticking Roman in front of the TV and we didn’t plan to use a pacifier, and never wanted use bad language. Shit happens, we are only human, and if it gives you 3 minutes of peace, I would say you bloody deserve it.

• Okay unpopular opinion and if it has never happened to you than you are obviously the queen of motherhood but it’s about a baby falling. Now the first time Roman fell, was when he was a few months old, and I hate to say it but he fell off the bed. He must have wiggled or just bungeed jumped but he fell. I cried and cried. I felt like the worst person in the world. I held him tight and apologised, I think I was actually shaking (probably over the top) but after speaking to a number of mums, I now know I am not the only knob around here. Accidents happen, babies fall and as long as they generally haven’t hurt themselves, don’t be so hard on yourself. Trust me it’s not the only time. Roman now purposely dives off the bed and you have to leap in to ninja mode or the idiot lands on his noggin. Continue reading “The wake up call part 2”


Before I mumble on about Rome’s 4-6 months, I thought I would share Roman’s essentials, what I couldn’t live without, or maybe what I found to be a waste of pennies. This does not mean to say every child is the same. What works for me and Roman might not necessarily work for someone else.

If you are pregnant or have already been blessed with a beautiful money pit, you will have some knowledge these babies require a fair bit, and with so much on the market with the latest gadgets and baby products it’s daunting to know what you may need. If you’re anything like me, a flash of baby advertisement and you’re running down to the nearest shop. (Consumers dream customer)

I will start on the products that I found to be ‘essential’

Chicco Next to me bed

Pros- This cot was a god sends to us, Roman refused to sleep in his Moses basket, he loved to be near us so much the only way he would fall asleep was cuddled on me and the struggle to stay awake was non-existent so we knew we needed to change something. Once we brought the next to me bed, Roman was able to sleep by us without him being in any danger, and as a new over paranoid mother, I was able to watch him carefully.

It is also fairly easy to dismantle and underneath it has its own zip up bag that you could store the base and legs in and can take on your travels.


Cons- I actually cannot fault this product. I certainly would use again with any future rugrats.


Shnuggle bath

Pros- the Shnuggle bath is convenient for a variety of situations, you might only have a shower, or looking to save money as you’re not filling up a whole bath on a day to day basis, and I found Roman easier to access rather than leaning over a bath tub.

Cons- I didn’t use this until Roman was around 2 months old, when he was able to hold himself up a bit better as he could slip around.

Angelcare bath support

Pros- this is ideal from birth, its rubber supported so wasn’t hard or rough on Roman’s skin. I also found this useful as a seat when I needed to plonk Roman down to cry in a corner for 5 mins or have a nice, calm 47 second shower.

Cons- Once the little monster, realised he could move, this become a little difficult to keep him seated. This is not the seats fault!

Rainforest Jumperoo

Pros- This is the Rainforest Jumperoo, there are a couple of different options but if you have the room, I would recommend. This beauty gave my son hours of entertainment and distraction; I am not embarrassed to say I would place Roman in this while baby TV played on in the back ground while I tidied my pig pen home. This is what you call parenting at its finest. He also used to jump himself to sleep.

Cons- once Roman realised crawling over to plug sockets and smashing his plastic toy boats on to our LED TV was much more convenient for him, he did not want to go in the Jumperoo anymore.

It was also super big and took over the whole living room area.

Jumperoo you are gone but not forgotten!

Isofix base

Pros- Isofix base are great for convenience, once the Isofix base is set up in your vehicle, you can take the car seat in and out in seconds. No messing about required and if you have 0 patients like me… you will be pleased you brought one too.

Cons- when you think about everything you may need to buy already you might not want to add anything else to your long list of purchases, as it’s not ‘essential’ but I’ve put it on my list as I found it useful for my impatient arse.

I also have to say it take up a lot of space in the back, and this product can only be used if your car has the isofix bars.

BT 6000 baby monitor

Pros- Once we done the transition from the next to me bed to Romans bedroom, we had an audio baby monitor, but I struggled to sleep well as any movement or sound he made I would be up checking on him. So we decided to buy a video monitor, which did give me more peace of mind. I did research a few monitors before purchasing, and this one came out with the most positive reviews. It’s great for sound, and the screen is a good size. It also has infra-red night vision to see easier in the evening. You can also move the angle of the camera by the remotes on the side of the screen. So if you have a wiggly baby like me, you will need that.

It will also show you the room temperature.

Cons- the camera is meant to be motion control so when Roman moves the camera picks up and displays on screen but on occasions Roman has already be up on his feet before the screen turns on, which is far to delayed.

After a few minutes the screen will go black, you don’t have the option to keep the screen permanently on unfortunately.

There is an option to plays lullaby music which would be wonderful if you could adjust the sound, it is so loud, and when I have only just got my little terror off to sleep the last thing I want, is to play sweet lullaby on max volume!


These are the essentials I used on a daily basis or still use now. If there are any products you used and found to be essential, I would love to hear for future references.

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Where it all began

I wanted to share my story because for me conceiving wasn’t a walk in the park. I struggled to understand why I was facing these obstacles and I felt alone, but in July 2017 all of that changed and I was faced with this beautiful new challenge. I knew then ‘great things really do come to those who wait’, but before I get into that… Let’s start from the beginning.

When I was 15 I was diagnosed with PCOS. (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) The first thing I said was could I have children? This awful dream-crushing nurse said no and that broke my heart. Even after a number of doctors telling me that what she said was false and even if I can’t conceive naturally, you have IVF or medications that can kick start your body. I felt disheartened and let down by myself.  I tried to carry on with normal life, after all I was a 15 year old girl, I didn’t want to think about babies. (That’s what I told myself, though secretly I now yearned for a baby of my own one day) Years went by and I did start to believe that shitty nurse, her little statement stuck in my head like an ear worm! So when me and my partner went on holiday to Dominican Republic (best holiday ever!) we had to take Malaria tablets. The doctor advised us not to fall pregnant within the next 6 months as if you did catch Malaria it can cause problems to the fetus, well to me that wasn’t an issue.  I hadn’t fallen pregnant before so what was the chances now… well… a month later a little miracle happened! Paha, who would have thought! Either way it worked, I had those two very faint lines but they were there. That is where my story began; it was a fairly simple pregnancy until about 30 weeks. From there I had a few complications, suffering with high blood pressure, and Roman developing smaller than the expected weight.

During labor Roman’s heart rate started dropping so our midwife and other doctors acted fast and hurried us into theatre where Roman was delivered by a cesarean.

Seeing those tiny hands and a full head of hair, it was just love at first sight, but quickly after Roman was born he was rushed off to the NICU where he was monitored for infection as I was suffering with one, but my baby that I’ve waited so long to meet was taken away from me within minutes. I felt completely helpless, I couldn’t move, my baby boy wasn’t here nor my partner, all I could do was wait. That day felt like a lifetime, every second felt like a minute and every minute felt like hour, but after a week of being in hospital I was finally allowed home where I would encounter this new territory and learn the new meaning of exhaustion. I don’t remember what life was like before Roman, but all I know is that I wouldn’t go back.

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The wake up call 0-6months

When I look back at the first 6 months of Roman’s life, it’s all a bit of a blur now. I think the first few months were just getting through each day. We were sleep deprived yet the days felt clearer. I was so excited yet so nervous. I was a new mum, but unaware of so much.

I didn’t know latching on would be such a challenge or why my body didn’t just ‘bounce’ back to my pre- pregnancy stage, and I wasn’t just talking about weight, but also about health, menstrual cycles and emotions.

I didn’t know those 3 days in to being blessed with this beautiful child, you become extremely emotional. The nurses warned me at the hospital. You can become depressed, anxious and emotional from where your hormones are adjusting and by Day 3 that is exactly what happened. Third day in and I cried, I cried all day! I was still in hospital and I just remember breaking down to the midwives and my partner about how I wanted to go home, and that it was so painful to move from my scaring and that I had to wear these disgusting net pants, but why wouldn’t you break down. You have just gone through this whirlwind shit storm, one minute you are relaxing with your swollen feet up, rubbing your rounded belly feeling them little flutters that have now turned into rib breaking upper cuts, imagining if this little ninja will have dark hair or dimples, then next thing you are lying on the hospital bed just after going through this intense back breaking pain to be left with deflated beach ball belly, looking like a 75 years old with a catheter in, white stocking on and a fishing net as pants. I can tell you, I did not feel sexy but I did feel empowered. My body has just created this tiny human with a heart and a button nose and yes little dimples on each cheek. I just made this baby that I will protect and direct on to the right paths.

First month

Once the tornado of chaos settled, and I was slightly adjusted in to my new baby proof home and all the visitors had been and gone, I just breathed a little. I didn’t realise how over whelming it all was until about 2 weeks into it. They were the fastest two weeks, and now I was about to face all day on my own with Roman as paternity was over.

What I learnt in month One-

  • Breastfeeding is hard, Roman struggled with the latching.
  • Roman hated his Moses basket; we eventually invested in a next to me bed, which was a god send. He felt closer as he always wanted to be on me, so I was able to hold his hand and let him know I was near.
  • Roman also hated sleeping on his back. He would wake a lot from it. I was too scared to have him sleep on his chest as they advise against it but eventually my partner tried him on his front and he slept most of that night.
  • How many clothes one child goes through each day.
  • He really does just eat, sleep and shit.
  • He has a better tan than me.
  • When is the right time to bath him?
  • I can’t take a nice photo of him sleeping as half my tit is now photo bombing the sleeping beauty.
  • The pupils of his eyes are almost all black, why is there no colour
  • Am I winding him properlyContinue reading “The wake up call 0-6months”