Hysterics

Some days, I just can't stop laughing.

There are lots of things that make me laugh. I'm one of those crazy people that laughs at situations that most certainly do NOT require laughing.

Take today for example. I had Poppy's four month vaccines. Not a place to be laughing right? Right. So why is it that when she's screaming her head off and I just want to cry, that I start laughing? I shouldn't be laughing! But here I am, about to go into a fit of hysterics, and my poor baby is screaming her lungs out at me.

I'm a terrible mother.

It's not the first time either! Her 2 month vaccines were exactly the same! Her blood test in the hospital: laughing. I get the feeling this is how I cope with stress. I laugh, I make a joke out of the situation. Trying to see the funny side or something. Still makes me look awful in public when my baby's screaming, and I'm laughing at her.

One day last week, I'd had next to no sleep and was running on the smell of an oily rag so to speak. Poppy could sense this, so she was being difficult. I'm boiling the kettle to warm up her bottle for lunch, and she's screaming like I just chopped off her leg (don't worry, I don't make a habit of chopping off my daughters leg!), and all I could do was stand in the kitchen and laugh at her. It's not her fault she's hungry, so why the hell did I find it so god damn funny?? Tears were literally rolling down my face I was laughing so much... Then I'm feeding her, and as usual, she starts choking on the milk. (she guzzles it way too fast), and yup, you guessed it, laughing.

The best part is when she's in a good mood and I laugh at her, she laughs back at me. I sit her on my lap and bounce her and she giggles like there's no tomorrow, and that gets me started too. I laugh and laugh and laugh.

At least I don't cry. I guess that's the upside.

Happy Mama, happy baby. I'll keep laughing when I'm stressed. It'll be easier.

I speak how now?

"Hewwo Princess! Did you have a good nap-nap?? Awww... Mama loves you! Time to change your bot-bot, get you in a fresh nap-nap, then warm up a bot-bot for your lunch! Not long till barse time!!"

If you look confused, then you're right.. What is this language that we begin to speak when we become parents? Or even when a baby is in our near vicinity? I told myself I would never be one of those people that spoke to baby's in that awful sing-songy tune, that I would speak to them properly and not alter my language.

HA!!!

When you're looking at this gorgeous little face, and shes smiling at you just because you said "hello" to her, how can you NOT talk to her in a sing songy voice?? I seem to have a case of the double speak too..

Nap-nap has two meanings. It means changing her nappy, and putting her down for a nap. Bot-Bot has two meaning. It means changing her bottom, and giving her a bottle. (I express and feed her EBM {expressed Breast Milk})
Barse means Bath time. I change the "th" to a "s" sound and I watch her face light up as though she knows what I'm saying. (Then again, her face lights up when I say "ewww!! poo-poo's!!" as well, so that doesn't mean that much!)

Language is a funny thing. It's like I've forgotten how to speak again. I have to learn how to speak at the same time as Poppy.. She's making all these coo-ing noises at the moment and I'm repeating them back to her. I must sound like a complete idiot! It's funnier when I pretend I'm having a conversation with her. "Oh really? What happened next? {coooooooo} Really?? Don't leave me hanging! What else happened? {coooo ahhhhhhh} Oh no she didn't did she?? {cooooo!!} Wow!" and so on and so forth. She thinks it's the funniest thing in the world.

It's great when they start talking (or coo-ing in this case), now it's just me who's gotta remember how to speak properly...

Oh yay! Din-din time! Night all!

A bit about me.

Hello all!

Well you've hopefully all had a read of my birth story by now, so you know a little bit about me and what's going on with me. I guess this entry is just to let you know a little more, a bit deeper, so you know what I'm all about.

This blog is my way of documenting what happens with me and my little girl Poppy. I'm not in this blogging business to make money, I'm not here to review products for money, I'm not here to be all philosophical and all that junk. If you're after a professional "mummy blogger", well, that's not me.

I can't promise I won't swear, but I do know that some of my relatives are reading this, (Hi Mum!), so I'll try to keep the language clean (Lets see how long that lasts!)

I'm not a professional writer, I tend to go off on tangents quite a lot as well, and I tend to start a thought and not complete it. Again: Not a professional, just doing this for fun.

Yes, I'll probably talk about a lot of stuff that SOOOOO many other mums have talked about before, or even talk about stuff that you might think are a bit "well, duh", but this is my first time as a Mama, and I don't expect to have any more children for QUITE SOME TIME (if at all), so this is all very new to me, so every little thing that happens to me with Poppy is a bit like "oh my god, did you know baby's poo??" and it actually surprises me!

I have no problem if you want to leave me advice on anything I talk about, no advice is ever unwanted when you have no clue what you're doing, so feel free to comment on my posts. The more the merrier!

I have a facebook page, so if you want to "like" my blog on facebook and keep up to date with all the happenings of Poppy and I on facebook (and make sure you don't miss any posts!), then the link is here.

To tie you over till the next post, Imma leave you with a pretty picture of my sleeping angel....

Baby Wearing

Wanna know how best to get the weirdest looks from people in public?

Baby wearing.

For those who aren't aware of what baby wearing is, it's pretty simple. You wear your baby. There are lots of different ways to wear a baby. At the moment, because my little girl is just three months old, I wear her on my front. I have this amazing sling from Breeze Baby (light weight, breathe holes in it so you can take baby in the pool or shower with you), and I place her on my chest (like she's cuddling me like a monkey) and I tighten the sling around her so she doesn't fall out. It's very comfortable (except sometimes I can't lift my right arm up all the way because the sling is anchored on my arm). Poppy is very safe in the sling, and she's very comfortable as well. She loves being very close to me, and usually falls asleep not long after I put her in the sling. She loves it.

What I DON'T love, is all the looks. The stares. The "what the hell is she doing?" glances I get. Yes, I have a baby, in a sling, on my chest, and we're happy with that. Got a problem? The looks are varying. Some are concerned (I've had someone ask me if my baby is about to fall out because her feet hang out the bottom), some are curious, some are shocked, and I've had a few disgusted looks (I think it was when I was eating, and trying to avoid dropping food on her head!)

I prefer the sling over a pram. Especially if I'm ducking out to the shops quickly for a few things. It leaves my hands free to carry things, and it stops her from screaming when she's tired. I'm also very paranoid about the pram. Worried I'm getting in peoples way, worried that I can't see her, so what if she's crying and I can't hear her? What if she's distressed?? I just don't like the pram all the time. I was (am?) a person who hates walking in a crowd when someone has a pram. I've always felt they push their way through crowds, they take up too much room, the "wielders" of the pram seem to be inconsiderate in where they leave the pram etc. So, I get very paranoid when I have a pram! I've had to take the pram into the Valley once, up a huge flight of stairs when my friends and I went to Yum Cha, then squash the pram into a corner so it didn't get in the way of the trolleys. I usually wouldn't have taken it, but we were going to be sitting for about an hour, and Poppy would have slept, so it was better for her to sleep in the pram, then on my while I'm trying to drink hot tea. (See? I am smart!)

I love baby wearing, and I'm looking forward to so many different ways of being able to carry her as she gets older. What I don't like, is the looks.

So if you see a mother carrying her baby in a sling, or even in one of those strappy contraptions, don't stare, it's not really that strange.

I love my sling.