tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345248223156056232024-03-05T10:09:02.775+00:00Labour of LoveA journey through pregnancy, married life, mummyhood and beyondMammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-6158839400974742112018-06-20T09:10:00.001+01:002018-06-20T09:10:38.321+01:00<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:12.4pt;font-family:sans-serif'>hi <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:12.4pt;font-family:sans-serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:12.4pt;font-family:sans-serif'><a href="https://goo.gl/KrM3j7">https://goo.gl/KrM3j7</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:12.4pt;font-family:sans-serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:12.4pt;font-family:sans-serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:12.4pt;font-family:sans-serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:12.4pt;font-family:sans-serif'>Amy Lewis<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:12.4pt;font-family:sans-serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p></div>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-10782386699499559322014-12-09T14:12:00.001+00:002014-12-09T14:12:43.610+00:00from: Amy LewisHi
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This time last year I was 41 weeks pregnant. I'd had my second sweep done by a lovely midwife at my house. She was positive something would start soon. I wasn't buying it, we'd been told this in previous weeks when my contractions were off the charts. They tailed off, they always did. She said she had given me a "good going over" - her words, not mine. I wasn't confident I'd be meeting my baby boy any time soon.<br />
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Little did I know my waters would break the following day...<br />
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MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-12148425521163278752012-05-23T14:41:00.001+01:002012-05-23T14:41:44.521+01:00Bootcamp Days 9 and 10I have been terrible at keeping my food diary this week. I've had a lot on my mind and whilst I've stuck to the diet and training plan my heart and head have been elsewhere. Yesterday was a day I'd rather forget so let's start a fresh with day 10:<br />
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Breakfast: Smoothie<br />
Lunch: Salad<br />
Dinner: Jacket potato with salad<br />
Snacks: a hand full of nuts this morning<br />
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I have the work out to do when I get home from work. I'm still aching from the last one!MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-42782002958698195802012-05-22T12:37:00.001+01:002012-05-22T12:37:04.417+01:00Nursery Drop Off ShenanigansHubby left for work at 4:45am this morning meaning I had to get Alfie to nursery and all the bits in between. We usually start off the day (today it was 6:30am) with a bottle of milk (for Alfie) and a cuddle on the sofa whilst watching whatever's on CBeebies. We have a little play then we fight whilst I dress him (must take after his mummy and prefer to be in the buff!), we play some more then we brush our teeth and head off to nursery...then I'll come home and sort myself out for work. <br />
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This morning started out like that...I left him to play whilst I put some clothes on to drop him off at nursery. Alfie is at the stage where he's into everything so I really don't like leaving the room for too long so I shoved my jeans and a vest top on and off I went. We had 15 mins in the garden thanks to the glorious weather and luck was on my side in that the neighbour I flashed a few weeks ago (because of a scary encounter with a spider) wasn't in the garden...thank the lord I'd missed him again! <br />
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7:55 came and we set off for nursery. It's just up the road from us so I didn't bother with the pram I just carried Alfie in my arms. Usually we're the first to arrive at nursery but today because of our little bit of time in the garden we were the 3rd to arrive. We were behind Audi dad and another dad I haven't seen before. <br />
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We took our little ones in and were saying our goodbyes. I passed Alfie over to the nursery nurse and he decided to keep hold of my top. In full view of Audi dad and new dad (and the 3 nursery staff) down came my top and out popped my (very pert thanks to the boob job) bra covered breasts. Thankfully I had a nice bra on (gotta see the brighter side of things!) but since having Alfie I've gone up a cup size and the bra in question was a cup size too small leaving little to the imagination. <br />
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Clearly I was embarrassed and promptly removed Alfies gripping hand from my top and pulled it back up. I'm not sure if it was out of shock, jest or what but rather than turning away and leaving me to deal with my embarrassment alone, Audi dad said "whoops-a-daisy!"....<br />
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Fucking whoops-a-daisy? Seriously? I flashed my scantily clad chest and he said whoops-a-daisy? Holy shit I'm never going to be able to look him in the eye again. He's probably told aaaallll his colleagues and male friends and before you know it I'll be known as "tits McGee" or something to that effect (yknow like I've nicknamed him Audi dad). Brilliant. I've got to do the pick up later too!<br />
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Ah well, at least I've got a nice pair ;-) always looking on the bright side!<br />
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MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-25630339963495375862012-05-22T06:45:00.001+01:002012-05-22T06:45:40.964+01:00Bootcamp Day 8Yesterday was a busy day so the work out was a late one and it was a killer. They're certainly getting more intense and I ache in places I never knew could ache this morning! Ouch! All worth it though!<br />
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Breakfast: Veggie stir fry (yes you read correctly, this was my brekki!)<br />
Lunch: Jacket potato with side salad<br />
Dinner: Rice and steamed vegMammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-40280892127027358192012-05-21T22:10:00.002+01:002012-05-21T22:11:29.673+01:00A game of hide & seek<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This was me before I got pregnant with Alfie. I think you'll agree I had to have had some bollocks to do this shoot and this was pretty "tame" for me. I've done a lot of implied nude, boudoir and other such shoots with different photographers...Once upon a time I had bollocks, gumption, guts...whatever you want to call it...I had confidence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I want to feel like this again, I don't mean have the exact same figure again 'cause lets face it after having a baby your figure is never the same again. Up until a couple of weeks ago apart from a couple of "niggles" I still felt like I had the bollocks to do this again. I even talked about doing another "one off" shoot...and now? Now I can't seem to find the confidence to even TALK to some people or to ask a question never mind taking my bloody kit off for a couple of hours in front of a camera!</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Once upon a time, I had confidence. Then one day, it decided to run away and play a long game of hide and seek. Let me know if you happen to see it won't you? I quite liked having gumption.</span>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-29848602190009351422012-05-20T11:37:00.001+01:002012-05-20T11:37:09.500+01:00A Night OffLast night was the worst night I've had with Alfie in ages. I'd say "we" had a bad night considering hubby was home but that's a sore subject. I'm knackered and I look even worse than usual which is rubbish considering my achievement on Bootcamp at Home. He was up all night and I think I've had about 4 hours of broken sleep. Yuck!<br />
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I've been thinking about this for a while but I always put it to the back of my mind because I feel so selfish. Thinking it just makes me feel guilty. Then this morning, something clicked and I realised I'm important too. What am I getting at I hear you ask??? I want a bloody night off! A night off all to myself that doesn't involve my hubby or Alfie. A night away to be blunt. <br />
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I love my baby boy more than words could possibly express and by getting a night off, I don't mean from him. I mean a night to myself. It's not the same. If I went anywhere even just for a night I'd miss him like crazy but it'd do me good. I'd feel a lot better for it and I know he'd be in good hands and well looked after. <br />
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My ideal night off? Dinner somewhere nice with good company, maybe a couple of drinks followed by a night in a hotel with a big bath tub. I could have uninterrupted sleep without a snoring, clumsy, pillow steeling husband. I could wake up naturally or to my 7:30am alarm - see I wouldn't be lazy!!!<br />
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Selfish? Maybe. <br />
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Do I deserve it? Definitely. <br />
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So get emailing the hotel reservations over to me, yeah? ;-)MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-87337496682934719472012-05-20T11:10:00.001+01:002012-05-20T11:16:42.916+01:00Bootcamp Day 7It's been a week since my first measurements and since I started my 28 day bootcamp journey. I won't lie and tell you it's been easy because it hasn't but I also won't exaggerate how hard it's been. The hardest thing has been believing I can do it; I've had to really get my head around a complete lifestyle overhaul but once I got stuck in and realised I could do it, things got easier and temptations became fewer and further between. <br />
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Today we had to take our measurements again. I was a little worried that I wouldn't have lost or I'd have put on. I have no idea why I had so little faith in myself when I've stuck to the plan like a demon. So without further ado here are my latest measurements:<br />
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Bust: 32" (2" loss)<br />
Waist: 27" (2" loss)<br />
Umbilical: 31.5" (1.5" loss)<br />
Hips: 35" (1" loss)<br />
Right thigh: 20" (1.5" loss)<br />
Left thigh: 20.5" (1.5" loss)<br />
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Please feel free to applaud all my hard work! I know I did when I eventually got the courage to check the differences! So chuffed with myself and the results have spurred me on to continue the hard work next week! The work outs are really tough but by the last week I'll no doubt be able to hammer them ;-)<br />
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So my meals are all planned and prepped for today...<br />
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Breakfast: Melon<br />
Lunch: Roast chicken and steamed veg<br />
Dinner: Veggie stir fry<br />
Snacks: Nuts (if needed)<br />
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I'm at my mother in laws house today who owns a baking business and the house is always filled with baked goodies but temptation is taking a back seat today because there's no way I'm ruining my results!<br />
MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-493872909704903702012-05-20T10:57:00.001+01:002012-05-20T11:02:39.499+01:00Bootcamp Day 6Yesterday was a productive day on the bootcamp diet! I managed 2 fairly long walks with Alfie in tow in the pram, hills and all! It was his cakey baby photo shoot which was amazing and deserves a whole post to itself when I get time. <br />
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Ok Saturday 19th May, day 6 of bootcamp at home went like this:<br />
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Breakfast: Grapes and nuts<br />
Lunch: M&S salad (I was in town)<br />
Dinner: Bootcamp fried rice <br />
Snacks: None <br />
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Didn't drink enough yesterday at all so felt a little head achy towards the end of the day but alls good in the hood now I'm suitably hydrated. <br />
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MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-76264496528413604412012-05-19T08:30:00.001+01:002012-05-19T08:30:15.439+01:00Bootcamp Day 5Day 5 of bootcamp went well, spent the morning at work, afternoon with my little family and the evening killing myself with the work out! All was good though and meals went like this:<br />
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Breakfast: Melon and grapes <br />
Lunch: Egg salad<br />
Dinner: Roast chicken with new potatoes and lots of veg<br />
Snacks: None! Check me out!<br />
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Today is Alfie's Cakey Baby photo shoot with my friend Adele at Blue Lights Photography (www.bluelightsphotography.co.uk) sorry I can't link her properly, I'm blogging from the blogger app on my phone! I may crave cake but I promise I won't touch a crumb! <br />
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MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-84237850561342276672012-05-17T17:21:00.001+01:002012-05-17T17:29:53.966+01:00Bootcamp Day 4I'm afraid this post won't be a positive one so I'll keep it as short as I can to avoid boring you with my whining. I've had a really rather rubbish day and it's not something that's going to get solved any time soon which has put me on even more of a downer. I've wanted chocolate, crisps and coffee a day all because I'm feeling "that road out" as my nanna in law would say. <br />
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I haven't strayed and food-wise I've managed to stick to the diet really well. I came home to have lunch with the hubby considering he's been off work and I thought it might cheer me up a bit. Fluid wise I haven't drank no where near enough. I haven't had my usual lemon and hot water or 2l bottle if water at work. I don't even think I've drank 0.5l which is terrible even if I wasn't taking part in bootcamp. <br />
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I've posted on the private bootcamp group and told them about my rubbish day and not drinking enough. I'm so glad I did because pretty much straight away I got a positive outlook from someone else and it put me in the right frame of mind again. Support definitely plays a big part of bootcamp for me, it's invaluable to succeeding or feeling like you can do it. <br />
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So, today's meals went a little like this:<br />
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Breakfast: Banana and grapes<br />
Lunch: Jacket potato (plain) with salad<br />
Dinner: Chicken stir fry<br />
Snacks: Nuts (probably too many but have removed them from my desk now)<br />
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So I'm going to sign off now and go drink some water and probably do some more venting (moaning) about my bad day. <br />
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Staying positive isn't easy but it is achievable with a little effort. MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-47261794607500315242012-05-16T20:02:00.001+01:002012-05-16T20:14:53.149+01:00Bootcamp Day 3Ouch, ouch and ouch!!! I'm posting this from the comfort of a nice hot bath as I ache from top to toe! Yes it's a sign that the work outs are working but bugger me I didn't realise I was so unfit! So, you're getting a blog post from a wet and naked me...enjoy!<br />
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Today was the second work out, Monday being the first. I have decided that burpees and push ups are my arch enemy! I hate them with a burning passion but by the end of the 28 days of bootcamp I plan to have conquered them and made them my bitch! For now though, I will continue to screw up my face and shudder at the sheer mentioning of them!<br />
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I work sat at a desk all day so as Nikki advised I got up and moved about at every opportunity to avoid ceasing up!! No one has said anything at work but I'm pretty sure I'm walking funny so it's only a matter of time before the "John Wayne" jokes start rolling my way. <br />
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Today's meals went a little like this:<br />
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Breakfast: Grapes and a few nuts<br />
Lunch: Egg salad<br />
Dinner: Bootcamp burger (peppered) with new potatoes and salad<br />
Snacks: Banana<br />
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I think I'm settling into the diet fairly well now although the real trial comes in just over a weeks time when it's Alfie's birthday party! The plan is to make lots of things I can have prior to the party or even eat my lunch before people arrive as no doubt I'll be too busy entertaining to eat. <br />
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So day three is almost down and only another 25 to go. I can do it!<br />
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MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-75198788948846631472012-05-15T19:45:00.001+01:002012-05-15T20:01:20.586+01:00Bootcamp Day 2Day 2 of bootcamp but not much to report other than I managed to yet again decline coffee and cake at work. I have more will power than I thought! Go me! It's definitely a mind over matter thing when it comes to eating; I've been craving things I can't have but I know I'm only craving them because they're "not allowed" so I'll just have to get over it. There are 3 chocolate covered raisins in a jar in my desk that have been calling my name and my heart keeps telling me, "surely three won't hurt..." but my head is telling me "yes they will! Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels" so no chocolate raisins for me then. <br />
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Meals today have been pretty yummy to say I'm on a detox diet. Think I'm over doing it with the nuts as a snack though so must cut down on that tomorrow. <br />
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Breakfast: banana omelette and a quarter of a small melon<br />
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Lunch: Potato salad and two boiled egg (no dressings of any kind, don't like them even if they were allowed!)<br />
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Dinner: Chicken risotto (made with vegetable stock only)<br />
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There's no training to do tonight, it's a days rest thankfully. I thought this morning perhaps I'd slacked on the Day 1 fitness test because I didn't ache...no the aching came this afternoon at work. Not the terrible, can't move aching but enough to know I've done some exercise. My poor body doesn't know what's hit it! It'll be worth it in the end though when I can wear the clothes I want and feel good about it!<br />
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Getting teased at work a little for even considering dieting. Not in a bad way, their reasoning is that I don't need to do it, I'm fine as I am. Slim enough so to say. None of them have seen me naked. You have though, if you've followed my blog for some time. When the results are in, if I feel like I have achieved what I want to I'm treating myself to a new outfit.<br />
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I'm off for a much needed bath now to help me relax after a long day at the office! MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-33345334272467729332012-05-14T19:47:00.001+01:002012-05-14T19:53:11.204+01:00Bootcamp Day 1<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If you know me personally or follow me on Twitter, you'll know this month I have decided to take part in bootcamp at home with </span><a href="http://www.foxy-fitness.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Foxy Fitness</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I've known Nikki a good few years now and I trust her completely when it comes to fitness and nutrition so thought sod it, let's go for it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My reasons for joining boot camp? I want to lose the baby weight, feel confident in what I look like, be healthier and feel good about myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My goals? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">To get back to the size I was before I had Alfie.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">To feel confident to wear a bikini and not a structured (horrible) swimming cossy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">To be able to wear the white top (shows a bit of skin) I've always loved</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today is day 1 of bootcamp, below are my before statistics and photos:</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Measurements:</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Bust 34"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Waist 29" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Umbillical 33"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Hips 36"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Right thigh 21.5"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Left thigh 22"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Breakfast: Berry smoothie made with almond milk and berries</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Lunch: Tuna Salad</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Snacks: Nuts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Dinner: Chicken stir fry</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Just done the first work out and I'm knackered so I'm off to watch some rubbish TV followed by a bath and early to bed!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Day 1 conclusion:</strong> Hard work mentally and physically.</span>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-77424410971954610062012-04-19T21:30:00.000+01:002012-04-19T21:30:20.279+01:00Working Mamma<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've been sat here staring at a blank page for a while now. I think I have writers block...not that I'm a writer as such but you get my drift. I have so much to blog and think about lately it's hard knowing what to write first!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I suppose I'll start with my recent facebook status...I've made the decision to return to work full time in June. It was touch and go whether I would go back to work at all at one point so to have made the decision to return full time is a big, big thing for me. I feel positive about returning to full time work, I enjoy my job and the company I work for are really, really good employers. Don't get me wrong, I feel sad that I'll see a little less of Alfie but needs must and all that. I need to work for me, I want to DO something with my life. I was never allowed to go to college or university because my mum couldn't afford to "keep" me; so at the tender age of 16 I got myself a full time admin job. If I'd have had the choice, I would have gone to university to study English Literature or some kind of science. Hey ho, what can you do?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm hoping that in a couple of years time, I can progress to the next level of my job. I've already started to learn bits and bobs of the job, mainly to be able to help more at busy times and when my colleagues are off for whatever reason. I was a little upset to find out I'm not supposed to be learning some key things because my boss doesn't want me doing CSE duties when I don't get paid for it. I completely understand where she's coming from but I think I could at least be taught these things and told not to put them into practice unless I'm covering or whatever. I don't know I just hate being held back - not that I'm purposely being held back or anything because I'm not. I really ought to be telling this to my boss but I just don't have the bottle - I don't want to get knocked back like I did in my previous job.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'll see how it goes until June and then ask for a review or something. I've started to compile a list of things I want to learn...I can't see me getting a negative reaction, I mean I'm showing willing and enthusiasm that's gotta count for something, right?</span>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-23847683603639768632012-04-13T16:31:00.000+01:002012-04-13T16:31:00.845+01:00Party Planner<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I reckon I must be mad; I'm throwing Alfie a party for his 1st birthday. We originally decided the guest list and party would be extremely low key but it has some how gradually expanded! Not only do I now have to think about feeding the guests, I also need to entertain them - especially the little ones (nieces, nephews and close friends children) I've told everyone I'm making the cake too. I must be a bloody idiot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My friend Jayne of <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/PinkSweetHeart_">Pink Sweetheart</a> is making the invitations which are to be super special - please take a look at her <a href="http://folksy.com/shops/PinkSweetHeartDesigns">Folksy shop</a>. The party is having a "Hungry Caterpillar" theme because I love the book and I think it's a really easy, fun and colourful theme to go with. I've even got a dedicated Pinterest board - Party Ideas! I think I'm secretly liking the organisation of it all and to be fair I'm really, really excited about my boys first birthday and I want to make it memorable. He may not remember any of it but at least we can show him the photographs and bits and bobs that we keep from the day that show him what a lovely day he's had.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The cake is my main concern - I have only ever baked ONE cake and only ever decorated THREE so this is a real challenge. Both my mother in law and sister in law are cake experts - it's their "business" if you like and both of them want part in making it for him but I have decided I want to do it myself. I want to learn the art of cake decorating and I want to be able to tell Alfie in years to come that mummy made his birthday cakes. Any tips from brilliant cake experts welcome!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">There. A much more cheerful post ready for the weekend.<br />
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Enjoy x</span>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-79140907781281268222012-04-12T18:42:00.001+01:002012-04-12T18:42:25.958+01:00What a day.I'm sat here writing this on the blogger app whilst I feed Alfie his bedtime bottle. Not a great thing to be doing during the bedtime "routine". I should be reading a story or singing him a song; interacting with him in some way. No wonder he doesn't like me. Yes, you read correctly; my 10 and a half month old doesn't like me or at least it doesn't feel like he does. I'm not sure where I've gone wrong with it all. <br />
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Alfie has always been a "high demand" baby but it's becoming apparent that it's just around me. Take today for example: I have had him all day because it's my day off work and hubby is at work. Alfie has refused breakfast, lunch and now dinner from me and it's not the first time either. He cries regardless of my actions, I tried playing with him this morning but he just cried more. I picked him up for a cuddle he fought me and cried some more. I offered him milk, his favourite snacks and a drink but the tears just continued. I changed his bum just in case it was that bothering him which made him cry harder (hates getting dressed and his bum changing). I sang to him, I shushed him and still there were tears. Hubby came down and all of a sudden the tears disappeared. It's not the first time it's happened like that either. He even prefers my friends over me, going to them for cuddles and to play and he just ignores me unless I have something he wants. <br />
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I mean if that isn't enough of a hint that he doesn't like me, I don't know what is. I've sat and thought about it before. Today has been one of those days where Alfie hasn't been very happy at all and I can't help but think its my fault. I've googled "my baby doesn't like me" but the answers on the forums are just airy fairy "oh it's not you they can sense your stress" or "maybe he's just tired." BLAH BLAH BLAH... Fuck off. <br />
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I love my son more than I can possibly say. He is my entire world so you can imagine I feel pretty shitty about the whole situation. I don't know what else to do but it's clear what I'm doing now isn't good enough. MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-37850050260578494062012-04-10T21:32:00.001+01:002012-04-10T21:39:17.703+01:00Long time no see...<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've just had a good old chin wag with Siri...he's not that friendly though and to be honest I think he's a bit of a snob. Can't you tell I'm home alone tonight?! Hubby is on nights. I've been toying with the idea for starting to blog again but I know in a few weeks, maybe months time I'll give it up as a bad job but for now, it'll have to do. I need somewhere to vent and having no one to talk to means I'm aiming it onto my screen. Again. I'm sorry for being so fickle blogger, it's just how I roll please don't take offence.<br />
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See? Not even a paragraph in and I feel like I have no mojo. What the fuck is all that about? I always think about things and they sound good but as soon as it comes to getting them out they sound stupid and my brain turns to mush. I hear thats a side effect of having a baby. On the subject of babies, I'd like to point out that at this moment in time my perfect, wonderful little boy is sleeping soundly in his cot *touches wood* and at the moment he is the only thing that makes sense in this crazy ol' world. O.K. maybe not the only thing; chocolate, that makes sense too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I've deleted a load of posts that meant fuck all. The main ones that I want to keep are about my journey with Alfie and being a mum and a family. This time around, I'm going to try and blog about things that matter, none of this A-Z, 30 days 30 posts jazz - don't get me wrong I love reading them but writing them is a complete ball ache and I never get to the end of them! I will probably take part in #SilentSunday and the such like though because they're easy and nice and quick. We like quick.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'm bucking up the courage already to write my next post, it'll be close to the heart and so close to home it's in my bed. I'm bracing myself for how I'm going to word it, will I be 100% honest and just bare all or will I keep the most important details to myself and end up bottling things up? Probably the latter if I know myself, which I'd like to think I do. I hope this time around on the old blog I can open up for real and say it as it is. A brick's a brick, a spade's a spade and all that jazz. And if I've nowt honest and real to say then I'll just keep my kite (Barnsley slang for face/mouth) shut.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So...here I am. Again. Lets hope it works out this time. I really think I need it to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">LAST MINUTE EDIT: Oh and one more thing - no scheduling posts this time around. I'm not important or busy enough to schedule posts and quite frankly...the post loses momentum the day it's eventually posted and I'm already onto the next drama. So yeah. Give up with being organised because it's just not how I roll.</span>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-86425610063171636942011-10-07T14:53:00.000+01:002011-10-07T14:53:44.461+01:00Dear Alfie, Happy 4 Months<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dear Alfie,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today you are 4 month and 7 days old and boy has time flown.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last night I was looking at the photos from when I was pregnant with you, to when you were first born right up until yesterday; you’ve changed so much already.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You have your own personality already and you’re such a smiler.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The last few weeks have seen some brilliant milestones for you and you are growing up so fast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are currently weaning you to help with your reflux, your favourite things to eat are pear, strawberry and apple breakfast, mango and yogurt breakfast and strawberry yogurts…oh and you like broccoli, peas and pear for dinner!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can now roll over from your tummy to your back and your back to your tummy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ve only done it a few times and you look so surprised when you do, do it but you’re getting better!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You love tummy time and you can drag yourself about a bit – good job we have the safety gate ready for when you’re a bit more mobile!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re teething at the moment too!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On 25<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> September, just before the 4 month mark you had your Welcome to the World party and you were such a good little host!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the very first time you managed to have a nap with a room full of people, usually you’re too nosey to sleep and end up over tired!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You wore cream trousers, a shirt and a cream vest – not for long though the dreaded reflux made sure you were covered in sick but luckily mummy packed a spare outfit – blue dungarees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your cake was divine and even though you weren’t old enough to taste it, you loved the colours.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You still share a bed with mummy and daddy although when I say share I mean you take up all the room of course!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just like daddy!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You still wake up in the night but you’re getting much better at settling back down although you still enjoy waking up at 5am and thinking it’s playtime!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For your daytime naps you sleep on the sofa next to mummy but now you’re trying to sit up on your own (and you nearly can) we’re going to have to re-think that!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You’re favourite songs for me to sing to you at the moment are The Grand Old Duke of York, When the Saints go Marching In and plenty of made up songs!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You love story time and sometimes I have to adapt the stories because I can never remember how they go!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your first proper story book is the Hungry Caterpillar and you’ve got a caterpillar teddy that you like to play with too.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mummy and daddy have picked the nursery we want you to go to when mummy goes back to work next year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We think you’ll like it because it has lots of nice ladies to look after you and the outside play area for babies is really big and fun looking; you love to be outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even though I will miss you lots when you’re at nursery I know you will have a lovely time and make lots of lovely friends!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You’re growing up so fast Alfie and I daren’t blink in case I miss anything. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are the most beautiful, precious, wonderful little boy and both daddy and I love you more than anything in the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are such a gorgeous boy and your smiles melt my heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Here are some photographs from the last few weeks...</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9ktcBVU_md8BWLE845tY1TUuvK5ACA5Ah_rmn4bb8Cy9KLXq3TcnoJyF7dE8a9yAvkerPb4RAaxGyIGuoxV5KVjLJ5-ZEUdQyuUCfBL4GiKrRs52oLPzscTwK9beZoDJc-WdD8M8YEs/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9ktcBVU_md8BWLE845tY1TUuvK5ACA5Ah_rmn4bb8Cy9KLXq3TcnoJyF7dE8a9yAvkerPb4RAaxGyIGuoxV5KVjLJ5-ZEUdQyuUCfBL4GiKrRs52oLPzscTwK9beZoDJc-WdD8M8YEs/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I love you so much baby boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Happy 4 months and 7 days.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lots of love, cuddles & kisses<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mummy xxxxxxx<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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</div>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-26083657989650178932011-09-30T08:15:00.000+01:002011-09-30T08:15:20.804+01:00Light at the end of the tunnel...<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I should be doing housework ready for the landlord coming to measure the floor tomorrow ready for the new one…but stuff him!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He can measure around the mess [and trust me, there’s plenty of it!]<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of doing the aforementioned housework, I have decided to write this blog post while everything is still fresh in my mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s been a while since I posted last, the next few paragraphs may explain why…<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you’ve been reading my blog you’ll know that I’ve been suffering from an anal fissure for almost 18 weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you haven’t been reading my blog, catch up with <a href="http://labourofloveandlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/tmi-christmas.html">[this post]</a> <a href="http://labourofloveandlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/doctor-said-its-pain-in-arse.html">[this post]</a> and <a href="http://labourofloveandlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/like-bear-with-sore-arse.html">[this one]</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let me tell you, it has been an agonising and excruciating 18 weeks and I’d rather go through child birth everyday than this hell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I finished the 8 week course of the GTN medicine a week ago and things still hadn’t improved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been in tears almost every day with the pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided enough was enough and Monday morning I rang the doctor’s office and made an emergency appointment for that morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I checked online and unfortunately it was the same doctor I’d had trouble with the last two times I’d been [see previous posts for more info].<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gutted was not the word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hubby went for a walk local to the doctor’s surgery with Alfie whilst I had my appointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sat in the waiting room and literally had to choke back the tears from the mornings previous painful passing of “glass”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I walked into the doctors room, I burst into tears almost immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He tried to comfort me but I was WAY past comfort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I explained to him that the fissure was too much for me to cope with, I felt it was getting worse, the blood loss was increasing and and and… He needed to examine me which I was prepared for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lay on my left hand side and held onto the bed ready for the pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He spread my bum cheeks and I cried out in pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’d not even got to the fissure yet and already I was in tears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he took off his glove, it was covered in blood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not a pretty sight let me tell you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the examination we sat down and he told me I’d developed a perianal abscess [basically an abscess around / near the bum hole].<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was because the fissure hadn’t been treated quickly enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His bastard fault!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was prescribed two strong antibiotics for a course of ten days and was sent on my merry way.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I got home that morning I researched anal abscesses and was alarmed to see that usually antibiotics alone don’t work and surgery is required.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought perhaps I had just read some biased information and continued to take the antibiotics religiously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On Wednesday, I woke up feeling horrendous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was in pain and I felt ill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I carried on and even managed a walk around Graves Park at Sheffield [go if you get chance, it’s lovely!].<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wednesday afternoon whilst Alfie was asleep I went to the toilet and passed yet more glass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt worse this time, much worse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I walked downstairs a wave of heat, sickness and dizziness came over me and I had to sit on the stairs to steady myself from falling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt like I was going to pass out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I text my sister and hubby to let them know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was the worst I’d ever felt – pain and otherwise.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Early yesterday [Thursday] morning, I woke up to be sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to ask hubby to take care of Alfie whilst I went upstairs to throw up and try get some rest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were all downstairs because of a particularly bad night with Alfie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I threw up and went to bed where I had the worst sleep ever; it was interrupted by sickness, sweating and the dizzy feeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At 11am hubby was half way to work and I started to feel the dizziness get worse so I called to speak with an on call doctor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was on the phone at the time I called so the receptionist took my number and promised the doctor would call me back shortly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was pleased to hear the on call doctor was a she, it meant it wasn’t the “pain in the arse” doctor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank fuck for that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The doctor called me as promised, I explained my symptoms and she told me to call my hubby to come home straight away and she made me an appointment for a few hours’ time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I managed on my own with Alfie until hubby came home at 2 – he should have been home earlier but had work commitments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alfie was extremely good, he was laid on the rug butt naked happily playing, watching TV and babbling away to himself and me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was pretty sweet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the time my appointment came round I was feeling worse and felt so weak that hubby walked me to the waiting area and sat me down before he went for a walk with Alfie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wanted to stay with me but there was nothing he could do and if I passed out I was in a doctors surgery – I’d be fine!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was called in straight away and was examined immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sphincter muscle had gone into spasm which meant she couldn’t examine me properly – not a good sign if the sphincter goes into spasm apparently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a chat about how I felt whilst she read through the notes the pain in the arse doctor wrote.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Turns out the stupid prick had given me the wrong type of antibiotics completely!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lovely doctor explained to me she was giving me the right antibiotics with a general anaesthetic cream to use before and after a motion [basically to help numb the area and therefore help the pain] and she told me to call her first thing Tuesday morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I call Tuesday morning, if there’s been no improvement she’s going to call the surgeons and arrange for the operation to be done A.S.A.P.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a pretty minor procedure but it will make the world of difference.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The doctor told me it’s likely I will need the operation because if there’s been no improvement after almost 18 weeks, it might be too far gone to heal any other way but that said, the antibiotics and the anaesthetic cream are worth a shot.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This morning, despite being in pain I feel O.K. because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and *fingers crossed* in a few weeks I’ll be pain free and be able to have a lovely poo without any problems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ve no idea how exciting that prospect is!<o:p></o:p></span></div>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-57908199072833056672011-09-27T16:17:00.001+01:002011-09-27T16:19:44.948+01:00Alfie's Welcome to the World Party<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Before Alfie was born we had already decided that we didn’t want to have him christened considering neither of us are in any way religious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t want to hold a naming ceremony either because it just seemed too formal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still wanted to have a party or gathering of some kind and so came up with the idea of a Welcome to the World party.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had everything I wanted out of a celebration, friends, family and a big hoo har all about Alfie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Alfie’s Welcome to the World party was Sunday 25<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> September and although it was a simple, no fuss party I still put a lot of thought into the whole occasion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Friday, we went and bought Alfie’s outfit from Mammas and Pappas and went to Hobby Craft to get a few bits for me to make his memory scrap book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Saturday, we had to exchange the outfit we bought because it had been on the wrong size hanger so we’d bought the wrong size!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d had my dress for well over a month – a very expensive French Connection dress – I don’t normally spend a lot on clothes but I fell in love with this dress and the occasion called for something special.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alan, much to his disgust wore a shirt and trousers (he’s more of a shorts and t-shit man)<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">First thing on Sunday morning we picked Alan’s younger sister up and went through to his nan’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s been in and out of hospital and on deaths door for years bless her, she’s only recently come out of hospital after yet another massive heart attack – she’s a strong old bird bless her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sunday was the first time she’d ever met Alfie and she’d saved up all her energy and barely spoke for two days just so she would have the energy to talk to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Luckily Alfie was on his best behaviour and he smiled and laughed in all the right places – Rita [Alan’s nan] was besotted with Alfie and completely over the moon she finally got to meet him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wasn’t well enough to come to the party but had bought a card and put in some money, bless her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She kept telling me how beautiful Alfie is and that he’s a credit to me and that I’m a really good mum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This coming from a woman with 9 children, made my day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When we got home, the race was on to make sure all three of us were ready to leave the house for 1:30PM as the party started at 2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I finished the pages of Alfie’s memory/scrap book we were taking with us and spruced myself up best I could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then Alan got ready – changed and a bit of aftershave and he was done!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That left Alfie – the real challenge!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Changing a sleeping baby is no fun at the best of times but especially when you’re in a rush.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had to change him at the last minute because of how sick he is – he’d ruin his Mamas and Papas outfit and I just wasn’t cool with that, not until everyone had seen him in it anyway!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were ready and headed off to the party!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our guests arrived slowly but surely and Alan was the perfect host with Alfie while I did a few last minute “bits”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Alfie’s memory book I had the idea of doing his handprint and then having everyone else leave their fingerprint and sign their names underneath – better than a guestbook or just a load of signatures on a page I thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was really unsure people would take part I mean some people are a little OCD about mess [my mum] and inky fingers although I left baby wipes may not have been cool for some people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so pleased at the end of the day that everyone, including my mum had left their print!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The finished product looks beautiful – I’m thinking of getting it framed rather than leaving it in a book!</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Alfie was so well behaved despite being tired and he actually went to sleep even with all the hustle and bustle around him!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The food seemed to be a hit with the guests and the cake was an even bigger hit!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I ordered the cake over a month ago and the only stipulation I gave Abbie was that I didn’t want it traditional christening cake looking and I wanted it colourful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh boy she filled my expectations and more, it was divine!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were cupcakes [or as most of us on the “Twitter” table called them BUNS] and cake pops – cakes on lollipop sticks!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The top tier was cute and my favourite flavour – white chocolate and raspberry!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you’re in the South Yorkshire area and need a cake, I can highly recommend <a href="http://www.butterfliesandangels.co.uk/">Butterflies and Angels</a> at Bolton on Dearne.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were professional, friendly and extremely talented – can’t wait for Alfie’s first birthday to book his next cake in!</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Whilst Alfie was fast a kip, the party was in full swing and I made the executive decision to have my very first alcoholic drink in over a year!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Batman, my BFFL [best friend for life] bought me a white wine spritzer – because she wanted to chat the barmaid up in hopes of getting a job! Trollop!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was then bought another by Adele, then Julian and then Batman again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stopped at four white wine spritzers and I was pretty tipsy by this point!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Boy did I let my hair down!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I expected the hangover from HELL on Monday but it never came…that means I must do it again!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Gradually our guests left the party and although we only had the room until 6pm Alan, Alfie, Batman and I didn’t actually leave until 7pm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We gathered up the left over cake pops and cake and the hundreds of cards and presents for Alfie and headed off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the nicest, informal, non-christening ever!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think it’s safe to say our guests enjoyed themselves and there were no tears from any of the kiddies – even though my almost 2 year old nephew decked it on the floor outside!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone had fun, me especially with my four white wine spritzers!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also left feeling pretty good that everyone commented on my new red hair – thankfully it doesn’t look a twat!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Before I sign this blog off for posting, I would just like to thank my wonderful friend Jayne for all her help with Alfie’s Welcome to the World party – not only did she design the most beautiful, bespoke invitations for us and the fingerprint sign but she also supported me through feeling insecure and a little on edge and I couldn’t have done it without her. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would also like to thank my gorgeous husband who paid for the lot [and it wasn’t cheap, let me tell you] and even though he doesn’t read my blog I am extremely grateful to him for just being him the whole day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Would also like to thank the other Barnsley Tweeters that came: Shaun, Julian, Ken and Adele – together with Jayne <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and Batman they made for lots of fun and laughter, it was fun!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And last but certainly not least I want to thank my gorgeous little man Alfie for being such a good little boy all day – mummy and daddy love you so much baby boy! </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-29127335558629972862011-09-24T23:22:00.000+01:002011-09-24T23:21:29.814+01:00I don't feel meTomorrow is the day of Alfie's Welcome to the World party - our own version of a naming ceremony/ christening. I'm really looking forward to it but dreading it at the same time. Here's why...<p>Three years ago I had a boob job [don't worry, Jordan I ain't!] to help boost my confidence after years and years of suffering with low self esteem and confidence. It worked, I was a new girl/woman/person. Had it not been for my boob job I wouldn't have met my husband or had my beautiful boy Alfie so for me suffering and overcoming it all was fate. <p>Now, three years on I seem to be suffering with the same issues I was when I was a teenager except there is no specific thing making me suffer. I don't hate my body or face anymore but I don't love them either. They're just OK. My body isn't the problem. Nor is the way I look. Now it's how I feel. I can't explain it. I just don't feel confident in myself anymore. <p>Today we were shopping for bits and bobs for Alfie's party and I was walking round the shops with my hands wrapped around myself, slumped over and thinking everyone was looking at me. It wasn't the nicest shopping trip, let me tell you. I felt self really, scarily self conscious for the first time in a very long time. I didn't know how to handle it. At one point I was close to tears. <p>My wonderful hubby treat me to a new outfit to cheer me up which was lovely and I love my new things but I still didn't and don't feel right. We went out for tea with friends and whilst I enjoyed every minute of it, I still struggled feeling me. The only time a negative thought DIDN'T cross my mind was when I was playing with Alfie or feeding him. <p>I know a lot of you will probably put this down to PND [post natal depression] but I promise you it's not. I'm not depressed. I just feel a bit unsure of myself. No one reason contributes to this I just literally woke up feeling wrong. The usual banter type jokes from hubby now sting. I question myself constantly. I worry I'm not good enough. I feel inadequate. I feel ugly. I feel strange. I don't feel me. <p>I should probably mention, I'm on my period so very hormonal! It's probably just a phase. It'll probably pass without me even realising. I just feel so uneasy feeling this way again after so long.MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-63342650967551984272011-09-21T05:54:00.000+01:002011-09-21T05:53:58.435+01:00Hard Times AheadIt's not even 5:30am and not only am I up but I'm blogging too! Not sure if that's dedication or just plain crackers! Either way I'm up and although I'm knackered from lack of sleep for the last week I'm wide awake. I'm not sure who feels worse this morning, Alfie or me. Saying that, Alfie is finally on his way back to sleep bless him. <p>Alfie is almost 4 months old and at this age some babies go through what is known as the four month sleep regression/ growth spurt/ developmental leap; all of which cause havoc with baby. I didn't actually know this until I asked for advice on why Alfie has suddenly become a baby who can only sleep a max of 2 hours at night. I was directed to a few websites and books for reference to help me understand this "milestone" in his development. <p>When you think about it, a baby has a lot to think about, learn and a lot of growing physically and mentally hence the developmental leap/ growth spurt/ sleep regression. Knowing this kind of helps me handle the days when Alfie is so tired but can't shut off so all he can do is cry. It's hard work having a baby cry almost constantly and inconsolably for hours. You're knackered from the lack of sleep you're both getting but your emotions are running high too. <p>For the last few days sleeping, eating and daily tasks have been a distant memory for me. Starting the day with less than 2 hours straight kip under your belt is hard work. Alfie has been so difficult to comfort; cuddles, feeding, walking in the pram, baby wearing and everything in-between doesn't work. He's also feeding more - but that's pretty self explanatory being a growing baby and all. <p>These developmental leaps and growth spurts happen at regular intervals in a babies life - so mummies if you weren't aware of this, prepare yourselves! I'm not sure how long this will last, I suppose all babies are different. I hope it's soon for Alfies sake I can't imagine not being able to switch off to rest is very easy or fun. Poor baby. <p>In other news, my backside is causing me serious problems and I'd say I'm on the verge of depression with it all. I'm not coping with the pain at all and the fear of going to the loo is ridiculous. I spent last night in sheer agony again and I had to wait an hour before going back to bed because I was crying so hard I didn't want to wake Alfie or hubby. I then spent the remainder of the night with broken sleep because of the agony that follows having a BM (bowel movement). I was half tempted to call the NHS direct and the only thing that stopped me was fear of Alfie waking up mid phone call as hubby is on days and leaves for work at 4:45am. <p>I've taken paracetamol though it's not even touched the pain. I've read information on anal fissures and treatment for them. I've winced and doubled up in pain at passing wind. I'm exhausted with it all. I have almost finished the tube of cream I was prescribed and I've drained the bottle of lactulose, for all the good it did me. I've vowed to make myself an emergency appointment when hubby gets in from work. I'm going to tell the doctor just how badly this is affecting my life. Alfie is asleep now and I should be sleeping too but can't because of the pain. Daily tasks just aren't possible when I'm in this amount of pain. I'd rather go through child birth again. <p>It's been almost four months I've been suffering now, surely something else can be done now it's obvious the cream and stool softeners aren't doing anything. What with Alfies sleeping troubles and my "pain in the arse" (words of the bastard insensitive doctor making a joke of my suffering!) I can see hard times ahead. I'll let you know how I get on at my appointment.MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-834524822315605623.post-30405515548420215172011-09-20T09:00:00.000+01:002011-09-20T09:00:11.168+01:00Top Ten Tuesday - Reflux Tips<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you’ve been reading my blog, you’ll know that Alfie’s reflux has started to get worse for what reason I’m not sure but I thought I’d dedicate this weeks Top Ten Tuesday to Reflux.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here goes:<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Buy a wedge for the moses basket/crib/cot – reflux is acid brining the milk back up from your baby’s tummy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you ever suffered with heartburn yourself, you know that it’s worse when you’re laid down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s the same for babies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t prop the cot up on books or use towels etc. as the incline isn’t enough to make a difference and it’s not completely safe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Specially made wedges are designed with the perfect incline for your baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I bought mine from this <a href="http://www.babyreflux.co.uk/pages/a-guide-to-cot-wedges">website</a></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Baby wear – I can’t stress enough how beneficial baby wearing is for you and baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It helps with bonding, it gives you free arms and best of all for babies suffering with reflux it keeps them in an upright position, close to you so they feel safe and comfortable. I get my slings from <a href="http://www.victoriaslinglady.co.uk/">Victoria the Sling Lady<o:p></o:p></a></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Buy muslin cloths in the bulk load – bibs are O.K but they aren’t big enough and when washing they take a lot longer to dry than muslin cloths.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can even make your own if you’re handy with a sewing machine; just ensure the material is soft and light.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">4.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With how severe Alfie’s reflux is, we carry two spare sets of clothes in the baby changing bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I say clothes but I mean all in ones (take up less space than t-shirt, trousers etc…) He’s sick quite severely with every feed and sometimes we’re just not quick enough with the muslin cloth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You don’t want a baby who’s uncomfortable from being wet through with sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yuck!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">5.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Feed baby as upright as possible to aid gravity in keeping the acid and milk down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you’re breastfeeding I recommend speaking with a lactation expert or breastfeeding link worker for advice on positioning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">6.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Whether you’re at home or visiting a friend or family’s home – feed baby on a towel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Put the towel under your bum and when it comes to winding or baby just throwing up on his/her own the furniture is covered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">7.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After feeding baby try not to lay them down immediately, keep them up right be it in a sling, swing or bouncer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This gives the milk time to settle and digest and saves your baby from being unnecessarily uncomfortable.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">8.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Try Gripe Water – Alfie suffered with really bad colic as well as reflux and the gripe water has warming properties to help bind the bubbles together making things less painful for baby.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">9.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Keep baby in lose fitting clothes – no tight waistbands they only help compress baby’s tummy and push the acid up.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">10.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Talk to your G.P. – If the reflux is getting worse or the medication you’re given doesn’t seem to be helping with your baby being uncomfortable speak to your doctor your baby may have severe reflux and need more or different medication or there could be another underlying problem such as Pyloric Stenosis.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Alfie has suffered with severe reflux from birth and is currently taking Gaviscon, Ranitadine and Domperidone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was also given Omeprazole for a period of time but the hospital asked us to give things a shot without them – this could be why his reflux seems to be causing him problems again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you’re not happy with the diagnosis or the medicine your doctor has given you, go back and back until you have it sorted for yours and your baby’s sake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>MammaLewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410915371094757676noreply@blogger.com0