Thanks For The Advice But I Won’t Leave My Baby To Cry

I think most of us have a well meaning family member or friend who tries to dish out their unsolicited advice. It’s funnier when they don’t even have children and they try to tell you that picking your child up … Continue reading

Why The Phrase Should Be Happy Baby Happy Mummy

Ever heard of the phrase ‘happy mummy, happy baby’? Of course you have. This phrase was originally created to help mommas who were suffering with post natal illnesses (or any mental health illnesses in fact), because its true; if mum … Continue reading

This Is What Bed Time With A Baby Looks Like

I think all mums have gone through this at some point, unless you’re one of those rare breeds who have baby who sleeps 12 hours a night every night without fail. (And if that’s you then… in the nicest possible way, I don’t want to know.)

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Until recently, Freddie would get tired around 6pm, so i’d take him into bed and feed him to sleep. Simple. He may wake up once before me and my partner go to bed but usually he would be soundo until 11pm ish.

That is until the sleep regression entered our lives and had to piss all over it.

Now it goes a little like this:

Baby: *rubs eyes and whines out of tiredness*

Me: Oh, you’re tired huh? Okay, lets go to bed.

Baby: Haha, next joke mother.

Me: *feeds him for about an hour before he falls asleep*

Me: *ninja rolls out of bed and runs out of the room*

Me: *huge sigh of relief, settles down on the sofa to watch Desperate Housewives* (Which may I add has taken me about 4 months to get to series 3 #mumlife)

Baby: IM AWAKE, I REPEAT IM AWAKE. GET BACK IN HERE AND GIVE ME SOME BOOB.

Me: Oh, he’s hungry again, no worries, I’ll just feed him for a bit and he will be fine.

Baby: *laughs hysterically in an evil manor.*

*2 hours later, I leave the bedroom with tears running down my face, a sore nose from being punched several times and a few scratches on my neck (I really need to trim his nails again, maybe tomorrow if I remember)*

Me: *collapses on the sofa and goes to finish the episode of Desperate Housewives that I’ve been trying to watch for about 4 days now.*

(If im lucky I get to finish this episode AND start another episode, yippee its like winning the lotto)

And in enters my partner, he finishes work quite late most nights so lets assume this is one of those nights. Our front door really needs oiling and as a result you have to slam it rather loudly for it to shut. So, *inserts loud slam*.

Partner: Honey, I’m home!!!

Me: *clenches teeth and waits for the inevitable wake up from the baby*

*silence, thank god, maybe he’s eventually settled into a nice deep milk coma* (Baby that is, not my partner!)

*Me and partner enjoy a nice cuddle on the sofa and talk about how our days have gone*

Baby: HOLD THAT THOUGHT, IM AWAKE AGAIN.

 

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