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Baby Sleep
Thanks so much to Sovereign for sponsoring this post.  As part of their #lifetakecharge campaign Sovereign have identified sleep, along with eating well, exercise and happiness, as four essential pillars to well being and I couldn’t agree more!

Sleep (and in many cases, the lack thereof) can be all consuming, markedly more so when you are juggling your own sleep requirements with those of a baby or toddler!  Being awake {usually multiple times} in those strange, dead hours of the night is weird, it wrecks havoc on your brain and body which desperately needs rest and recovery after the physical, emotional and mental strain of welcoming your new baby.  Tending to your child with some degree of parental prowess after being screamed awake at 3am is surely one of humanities most under-rated tasks, though new parents are blessed {?} with that instant hyper-alert awakeness that only your crying child can evoke.  I’m 10 years deep in this parenting gig, and the sound of my eldest son stirring in the night can still wake me from twenty paces I kid you not.

When I think back 16 short months to Nixon’s hazy newborn days, the one thing I regret is stressing so much about how much sleep he was getting, or not getting.  With some hindsight, and a slightly less foggy brain, I have realized that his wee micro-naps of half an hour here and there suited him perfectly in that transitional first three months.  He has always been an excellent sleeper at night (except for the first month post-op) and a hyper-vigilant somewhat rubbish sleeper during the day.  Obsessing and counting the minutes he slept did nothing to help either of us move past each difficult sleep regression and milestone.
What did help in the early days was a pencil and notebook.

I started recording the basic details of his day; wake up times, feeding times, alert times, sleep times.  What emerged was a pattern that I recognised immediately as our eldest son had blissfully nursed himself to sleep for the best part of his first 6 months, every nap and every bedtime.  This worked beautifully for Ethan and I but it wasn’t working with Nixon.  I switched things around to a pattern of wake, feed, play, sleep – with only a small comfort nurse before naps and bedtimes.  This ensured that Nix went to bed awake and quickly settled himself to sleep.  Previously his hyper-vigilance would result in him waking after around 15 minutes if I popped him to bed after falling asleep while nursing.

Figuring out a daytime schedule that worked for us set us up for wonderful sleep patterns at night – mostly.  I fully believe that sleep encourages more sleep.  To this day Nix will have a disturbed, unsettled sleep at night if he has not slept well during the day.  We definitely went through some rough patches where Nixon would wake every two hours wanting to nurse back to sleep, and these nights were the  l o n g e s t  and hardest of my life.  I cried and I totally bitched at Dave because he couldn’t do a damn thing for a baby that only wanted me and my milk.  

By 9 months I knew Nixon was old enough (and I was brave enough!) to start cutting down those dreaded night feeds.  Dave and I made a plan, we woke together, watched the clock, knew how long we would let Nix attempt to settle himself and we knew what we would do if things weren’t going to plan.  Four days later and we had a baby sleeping through the night.

This all went out the window after multiple hospital stays and Nixon’s pull-through operation, but we revisited our night-time strategy and within a week, bub was back on track and we were once again getting an acceptable amount of sleep.

As I mentioned previously, getting Nix to sleep during the day used to cause me so much anxiety.  It’s taken 16 months but I’ve pretty much got it under control, this week anyway!  Before naptime we read a book, change Nixon’s nappy, get the cot and sleep sac ready, pull the blind and settle down for a quick breast-feed in the same spot.  Every.  Single.  Time.  Nixon knows what’s going on, there are no surprises and sleep usually follows.  

Finding a good routine is hard, and trying to adhere to one can sometimes make you feel like a big, boring stickler, but I truly believe that a consistent routine helps babies, toddlers and big kids sleep and sleep well.  

Bon nuit xx

 

 

Hello Nixon | Extended Breastfeeding a 15 month old

{look away Uncle Kenny, look away!}

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My Little Hippo is still breastfeeding.  I remember saying to Dave and my mum about 3 months ago, “I just want him to keep going until we are done with his surgery and then he can quit whenever he likes”.  Well, Nixon’s surgery was just over 2 months ago and the wee babe is showing no signs of shaking his boob habit.

E self-weaned at 12 months so I had expectations that Nix would behave similarly.  Turns out I was strangely naive to think my kids might be similar in any way!  As a Mother of two breast-fed children, I have always been confident with nursing in public if I have needed to, but actually discussing breastfeeding feels like it has gotten a bit more awkward the older Nixon gets, and it feels like others may have gotten more uncomfortable with the idea as well.

Tough shit I say.

Nix had his 15 month immunisations on Monday  and after a jab in each leg and in one of his arms, he was in full rage mode and almost succeeded in body slamming the nurse {she was quite petite and Nix is not}.  When my babe winds up like that there is actually nothing that will calm him down except breastfeeding, it’s his own little Hulk Mode, and when you’re tipping the 95th percentile that rage can hurt!

We also had the pleasure {?} of our Plunket visit on Friday.  After being verbosely congratulated for my nipple skills, I was told that breastfeeding four times a day was quite a lot at this age.  You seriously can’t win with those chicks.  I honestly give zero fucks about the opinions of Plunket.  They failed Nixon as a baby when he had so many signs of a serious problem {hello Hirschprungs Disease, normally diagnosed as a newborn!} and when E was a toddler all they wanted was to see him drinking formula – wtf?

So anyway, today was a fantastic day of post-imms tenderness combined with teething preciousness, the only time he was at peace was when I nursed him at lunchtime.  He woke up soon after, failing to have a good nap all day, but at least he was able to catch some zzzz’s and forget his baby problems for a while.  

FYI, no judgements here, it makes no difference to me whether you bf or not, how long you did it for, or if your kid loves his bottle.  As long as you’re feeding your children something and loving your babies hard out you’re winning in my eyes xx

The Age Gap = A Very L O N G Week

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Pass the wine.  

For the past 13 months I have been self-righteously patting myself on the back, mentally high-fiving because the huge age gap between our kids has been a huge non-event.  And truth be told it hasn’t been difficult in any of the ways one would expect;

  • Ethan has not been jealous of his little at all
  • If anything juggling a newborn with a very busy 8.5 year old was only minutely difficult
  • E loves playing with nix and vice versa
  • E delights in all of his bro’s developmental milestones and is as proud as punch of his wee brother.
  • These two are so close and adore each other in a way that is going to result in the strongest bond that they will treasure as they grow older.

There has been a storm quietly brewing though.  Stewing and simmering, rearing it’s head every now again amidst protestations against iPad time limits and run of the mill simple requests are being constantly met with opposition and resistance.

It’s doing my freaking head in people.  

I have to admit, The Age Gap problem is real and it’s pretty much living in my head.  Changing channels between the totally transparent requirements of 13 month old Nixon and the ever-changing, complex analysis and head-nodding required to keep pre-tween E on an even keel is SO HARD.  I almost cried and ran to my room about 17 times this week.

Big is going through a phase which apparently requires compulsory attempts at control of all situations and as many arguments as you can fit in the day.  Thank god I have a hair appointment on Saturday as I can actually see my grey hairs growing before my eyes.

So.  That’s life at the moment.  In baby news, Nixon’s bum rash has stopped bleeding and his appointment today with the surgical team went really well!  He also loves meatloaf and making animal sounds.  Yah age gap!

Realising you were doing it all wrong; the bedtime breastfeeding debacle.

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Today, on the eve of Nixon’s first birthday, I woke up without having left my bed at all {!!!!!!!!!} the night before.  My serial night-feeder only woke once and settled himself back to sleep after about 5 minutes of fussing.  This is a huge deal for us as Nix’s night time antics have been causing Dave and I much angst in the dark, cold, lonely hours of 2 and 4am.  Basically Nixon had forgotten how to settle himself back to sleep and I had been indulging it over the last couple of months of illness and hospital stays.  I had slipped into the backwards pattern of feeding him immediately before laying him down in his cot and so he had developed a very strong association between breastfeeding and sleep.  Rookie mistake you say!  Well even wizened old second-time-around-mamas make rookie mistakes, it just took me a while to identify where I was going wrong.

Nixon has been waking at least twice a night, sometimes more, for months now.  Waking in a rage.  Not crying, he was not upset, he was angry.  Angry that it was taking so long for me to get my ass out of bed and give him some milk so he could go back to sleep.  The problem with an angry baby is that crying-it-out {which I’m totally ok with in babies of Nixon’s age} doesn’t work because he isn’t crying.  He’s just yelling – very, very loudly FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES UNTIL HE BREAKS YOUR WILL.  This is the truth.  I don’t know about you, but my will is very fragile in the middle of the night in the depths of winter, so if breastfeeding the baby on demand when he wasn’t even hungry would allow me to get back under my duvet quick smart then that’s what I would do.

So for the past 48 hours I have been feeding Nixon about half an hour before bed, then changing him and finishing off with some stories before I lay him down in his crib.  Doing this at naptimes and bedtimes seems to have helped establish the new routine which will hopefully mean more sleep for Dave and I!  No doubt this will all regress after our hospital stay next month for Nixon’s pull-through operation but at least I’ll have a trick up my sleeve for when we get home and comfort feeding is no longer required.

But hey, one year of breastfeeding!  Ethan was in general a much easier baby then Nixon, including being a dream to breastfeed.  Nix had a really hard time in his first month, he wouldn’t feed, had trouble latching, was hospitalised for failure to thrive, we topped up with formula for two weeks and I was prescribed domperidone to increase my milk supply – which was awesome, definitely ask you doctor about this if you are concerned bub is not getting enough milk.

Extended breastfeeding means for me;

  • Breastfeeding past 1 year old and not weaning by some pre-determined age
  • No bottles to wash!  Not by choice I might add, try as we did Nix refused milk, expressed or formula from a bottle just as his older brother did
  • It’s so easy, I don’t really worry too much about getting caught out with no snacks or food
  • Dresses are pretty much still off the fashion radar for me
  • Truthfully, it still hurts a little.  Nix has five teeth now and pulls hard out when feeding
  • You can still get mastitis at this late stage of nursing, I did two months ago and it was awful!
  • I need to buy new nursing bras, after a year they are looking a little worse for wear, but I can seriously recommend the cheap Farmers Lyric brand they have certainly gone the distance!
  • I get some close cuddles with my babe at least a couple of times a day still which I treasure

 

 

On the Mummy Blog: Super Sunny Sunday!

After a beautiful weekend up North at Mangawai Heads with some lovely ladies (thanks Ro!), I returned home to a stunning day and my two boys playing in the back yard. After some work in the vege garden and a nap for Ethan we headed to Long Bay Beach for a late afternoon swim.

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On the Mummy Blog: Ethan blew out an axle!

The unthinkable has happened, Ethan’s favourite ride-on-plastic-fantastic motorbike has done it’s last jump, completed its last lap around the yard, and had it’s last crash into Mum’s garden. The rear axle has blown out, we are still waiting for an insurance quote at this stage, but I think it might be written off.
On the bright side, Ethan is really enjoying fixing it, then riding it until the wheels fall off, and then fixing it again. It’s the small things……

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On the Mummy blog: Saturday….

Because I have 3 exams this semester and they start on :::::::THURSDAY:::::::, the boys spent the morning out and about so I could have peace and quiet to study. After hitting up a big garage sale where Ethan decided he needed to purchase some book-ends decorated with fish (of course) they had a good play with ol’ Jesse-boy and then headed to Murrays Bay Beach. The rest of the pics are in our back yard this afternoon after nap time.

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Ethan and I had to shake our sillys out!

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But whent that didn’t work, Dave just shook them out of Ethan!

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