#firsttimemum

[lunaandfolly]

Thank you sooooo much for your orders! This is a very small business so every order makes me do a little dance! These looked so cute together on the packing table I had to take a quick snap! Loving the safari animals!! 🐼🐘 🦒🐆🦓

[coleyandbaby]

Found out I was pregnant today, on my birthday 👀 I'm unbelievably happy, we've been trying for 6 months and it's finally our time. Now just waiting on the first appointment which is booked for 11th March 🥺

[cakftm]

19w3d

Today was a lazy but so eventful.

I laid in bed majority of the day but I felt kicking for the first time. It feels like... popcorn kernels. 1 popcorn kernel popping each kick!

After those kicks, I decided to use the doppler on the area where the baby kicked and... I independently found the heartbeat!!

I was concerned that being + size, it would take a long time to do both but wow, I'm so incredibly happy.

I go for my morphology scan this week! I don't get to find out the gender for 6 more weeks, though! :(

[oopsybaby]

Secret Sobbing...

There are going to be times when you are sad in front of your child, which is of course normal but I recently discovered how hard I try to not be upset in front of Ivy and I don’t really know why.

Yesterday I took my cats of Twelve years to Anna’s Rescue Centre, who I must say do an amazing job and really care for the cats they rescue and adopt. It was such a tough decision and One that I’m still not sure was the right decision. I’ve had both my cats since they were born and they’ve been through all my ups and downs with me, when I’ve been lonely they’ve been there for a cuddle, they’ve kept me company through all my sleepless nights and they’ve shown me affection when I’ve needed to know I am loved.

Additionally, I can’t deny that they have hated everyone except me, often thrown up on my carpet, cost me an arm and a leg in food and vet bills, and brought me numerous disgusting ‘gifts’ ranging from massive dragon flies, huge moths to baby birds, mice and even a rat once!

The latter paragraph being where they got their nickname ‘shitcats’ from basically anyone who met them! I loved them though, they were shit but they were mine! However, the level of Shitcats shit behaviour has been so much worse since Ivy came along and I’ve tried for a year, hoping they’d settle but the pissing in her cot and pram continued and crying really loudly outside her door the second I get her to sleep, and I just can’t deal with the stress anymore. I also can’t give them anywhere near the attention and love they want and deserve so I went to Anna’s Rescue centre to re-home them.

Ivy’s Dad took me and was unexpectedly waiting with Ivy and a big hug at the entrance rather than in the car when I came out, I was proper ugly crying, like big sobs and in an attempt to cheer me up and remind me why I had taken them there, he handed me Ivy to cuddle me!

That’s when I realised that I didn’t want her to see me upset, so I fake smiled and kissed her whilst the tears streamed down my face. I don’t really know why, I guess I feel like me being sad would make her sad and I don’t want that.

I remember when my Eldest sister passed away a few years ago and my other Sister said that she hadn’t cried because she couldn’t, she couldn’t break down in front of her kids and I didn’t really understand it until now. You don’t want to inflict pain on the little person/people that you love the most, you don’t want them to feel your sadness, you want them to see how happy they make you and you want to make them smile.

I couldn’t stop crying all of yesterday but it was secret and silent sobbing until Ivy’s bedtime. I know she has to experience different emotions but I’m just not ready to break her little hearts and flowers world yet. I want her beautiful little smile to be on her face as much as possible if I can help it!

[astraearose93]

I officially have an 11 month old #rainbowbaby #myworld🌎 #teamblue💙 #rainbowafterthestorm #firsttimemum #11monthsold #littleflynncortez #littleman #mobilephonephotography #cheeky #longbabyproblems https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpt2srMlFce/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ptpev82vdefc

[perfectlystrangebread-blog]

I'm pregnant

Imaging telling your best friend that you're pregnant. Instead of the happy excited reaction you expected (mainly down to seeing it so much in the media) they respond by saying "No No No No No Oh God No No" or stare blankly with disappointment etched all over their face. That's what happened to me when I told my parents.

'Your parents are your best friends?' I hear you say. Yup. I was bullied from a young age, it left me with an inability to form long lasting friendships, and being unusually close to my parents. Whenever I had a good bit of news, or bad, they were the first people I went too (after my Husband). I spent my 21st Birthday with them and my Mum came on my Hen night and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I love my parents dearly. Not just because I feel like I have too, but in another life I strongly believe we would have been that gang of friends you read about in books growing up.

I know that when I told them I was pregnant I was only 22 (and still am). And that it was a suprise to me, so I can't imagine how they felt. But in that moment it broke my heart. The images in my head of them jumping up and down for joy, crying because they'll be grandparents, attending the scans and buying too many presents for my child that I'll have to tell them to stop spoiling them disappeared in a puff of smoke. I was crushed with disappointment and left to instantly hide my tears as I tried to reassure them that we'll be okay.

My Mum only congratulated me and my partner a few days later when we left to go home. My Dad still hasn't. There's been no congratulations card in the post. They don't like to talk about it or how we are or anything. They say it's best to wait until the 12 weeks scan (which they don't seem to want to come too), and not to get our hopes up about having a baby, but I know in my heart they're just trying to buy themselves some time before they have to deal with it (and are probably secretly hoping it's a big mistake, or it won't work out).

We haven't asked them for anything. For money, for help babysitting or for them to buy us anything. All I wanted was their emotional support. For them to be there with me on this journey, as I am both extremely happy and terrified at the same time. For them to be the excited happy grandparents which I never had growing up.

But right now I've never felt more alone. I feel like there's a block between us. I can't talk about the one thing I want to because they just aren't interested. I just want my best friends back, but right now I've never felt more unwanted.

So I'll leave you with this bit of advice. If anyone ever tells you their special news, be supportive, be understanding, be happy for them and put them first. Because I can guarantee they're going through a lot and need all they help they can get.

Perfectly Strange Bread xx

[kiriphoenix]

10 things you’ll learn as a first time mum

1. You will feel like you’ve had them forever, even after just a month in. It’s weird but you can’t really remember what it was like before they were here.

2. Your baby will be fast asleep and suddenly let out a little cry or moan and ‘OMG what is wrong?!’ Nothing. Nothing is wrong (sometimes). I do wonder though, is Remi having a nightmare? Do babies even have nightmares? Now and then he will throw his arms up and grunt and I was always tempted at first to pick him up and cuddle him (okay, I lie, I DID pick him up and cuddle him, but trust me it’s worse if you wake them up when they don’t want to be woken! Step away from the moses basket...

3. Babies breathe SO loudly when they’re first born. Something to do with those teeny little nostrils.

4. Then they stop making any noise at all and you freak out. ‘Why has my baby stopped breathing?!’ I can’t tell you how many times in the first few weeks I shoved my finger under Remi’s nose to check he was still exhaling.

5. Breastfeeding is hard. I could write a full post on this alone, and in fact I might. But the bottom line is that when your milk ‘comes in’ your boobs may swell so big that the nipple just becomes the end of your boob and baby can’t latch. You may get engorged, painfully lumpy, sore boobs that have you in such agony you cry, you may get an infection from baby not latching properly, and you may get all those things, just like I did! Don’t beat yourself up, and please ignore all of the mums that say ‘oh my baby is fine, you just have to persevere’ because everyone is different and no-one’s experience is the same. (*side note - you will leak, especially at night. Shove a towel under yourself).

6. Your boobs will sag. Following on from my last point, if you choose to breastfeed this is also the trade off you will be making - the sacrifice of a meaty chest. I mean I was blessed with an F cup chest, but I swear since breastfeeding for just 12 weeks they just look so ‘blah’ - haven’t actually tried on any proper underwear to measure them yet though, still in those sexy, soft maternity bras.

7. You have to be strong. There will be times when you have a pile of washing to unload, you’re in the middle of washing a heap of dishes in the sink, you haven’t eaten breakfast since you woke up three hours ago, let alone got out of your pj’s, and your baby will decide then and there that they are so hungry they want to wail uncontrollably. It’s okay to let them cry for more than three seconds before you trip over the mess running to their aid. It’s not nice. At all. But it is okay.

8. The first poos are like black tar, soooo sticky. Then they turn to the likeness of a Korma and then if and when you move them onto formula, the poos just get worse. They stink, they get everywhere, and they stain!

9. You will, no matter how careful you are, quite often have to change your baby and yourself into more than one outfit a day. Babies are gross, they dribble, sick up on you, and wee and poop to their heart's content, knowing you’re the one who has to deal with all the mess.

10. You’ll feel guilty for being yourself. Nathan and I had a date night when Remi was just four weeks old. We’d booked Chris Rock tickets before we’d even known I was pregnant and I’d convinced myself that I’d be okay with Nathan’s mum looking after Remi for a few hours. When we got to the O2 we had to lock our phones into cases for the duration to avoid videos of the show being shared on social media, and I totally freaked out. Chris Rock was hilarious, and I did have a few tears of laughter, but I didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have, as I had a lump of guilt and worry sat in my stomach all the way until I raced through the door and picked him back up again! A couple of weeks ago we did our second date night while my sister babysat, and I felt a little better about it, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let my hair down completely when I leave him even for a few hours.

[thetheodiary]

Chicken pox!

To any of you first time mums out there, I am here to assure you chicken pox is not as scary as it seems!!

Recently we have had the chicken pox in our house hold as baby Theo has just come out in them and I freaked when I first saw them as I had no idea what to do!

DONT PANIC

It’s actually better that he has them now instead of when he’s older so that he won’t be able to scratch

I went to the chemist and bought virasoothe and calamine lotion they are the best things for your baby’s spots to help with the itching and also tepid baths with baking soda make sure you keep their skin nice and moisturised as you don’t want them drying out and give them lots of cuddles and love

It’s massively important not to give them ibuprofen but calpol is perfect okay to give if they have a temperate

Theo had flu symptoms and was in hospital before his spots started coming out but thank fully hes still a perfect happy baby