Our ‘Big Scream’ experience (Bury St Edmunds)

Our ‘Big Scream’ experience (Bury St Edmunds)

As much as I love spending all day, every day with Jasmine, I’ve started to realise the importance of getting out of the house and doing ‘normal things’. I think it’s vital for new mums to break up the monotony of nappy changes and feeds with other activities. I’ve made it my mission to try and discover as many local mum and baby friendly activities as possible.

As an avid film enthusiast I was pleased to discover that a cinema in my town, Abbeygate Cinema, has it’s very own ‘Big Scream’ club. Every Thursday morning parents have the opportunity to go along to the cinema’s ‘Big Scream’ film screening which welcomes mums, dads and babies under the age of one. How brilliant is that?!

Our ‘Big Scream’ experience (Bury St Edmunds):

Last Thursday I took Jasmine on our first ever mummy/daughter date to the movies! The film being shown on that particular day was ‘Tracks’ – a drama based on the memoir of Robyn Davidson, the woman who walked solo across 1,700 miles of Australian desert.

It was absolutely pouring down with rain that morning so I was very glad to get inside the building which is tucked away down Hatter Street in Bury St Edmunds. I parked my buggy in the lobby (next to a huge array of other prams and pushchairs) and then had a mooch around the place as I was a little early for my film.

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After a quick nosey around, the girl and I headed upstairs to find our screen. I had my e-ticket already which I had printed out at home – no queueing for tickets is definitely a bonus. I simply showed my printed ticket to the member of staff waiting outside the screen and went in to choose my seat. We were the first ones there so we had our pick of where to sit. I decided to sit on one of the little two-seater sofas at the back of the room. That way I could sprawl all of mine and Jasmine’s bits and bobs out and be able to reach them easily whilst the film was on. The sofa was so comfy and Jasmine stayed snuggled to my chest the entire time.

I noticed on the way in that there were several changing mats laid out and a bin for dirty nappies so you could deal with any stinky messes mid-film and not miss a thing!

Gradually more mums and dads appeared with their little ones (most of which were fast asleep!) Crying babies throughout the film (Jasmine included) was inevitable but it honestly didn’t matter. Once I got over the surreal experience of changing a baby’s nappy on the back seat of a cinema screen, I really felt relaxed and thoroughly enjoyed the film. I’m happy to report that it’s the first film I’ve managed to watch to the end since Jasmine was born!

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I loved my first mummy and daughter date at the movies. I mean, who else can you go to the pictures with, accidentally drop popcorn on their head and not hear any complaints?! (On that topic, even though I’m fully aware as to where my mouth is, why is it so hard to eat popcorn in a dark room?!)

The morning gave a whole new meaning to ‘smooching in the back row’ as I was able to give Jasmine kisses and cuddles until my heart was content whilst still enjoying a ‘normal’ activity that I really didn’t think I’d be doing just 4 weeks after Jasmine’s arrival.

I can see these trips to The Picture House being a regular occurrence from now on. I’ve since found out that the local NCT Bumps and Babies group also meet at the Picture House on Thursday mornings (before the Big Scream film) and perhaps if I’m feeling brave next time I’ll pop in and say hello!

NCT Bumps and Babies meet up: 10:00-11:30am (Free of charge)

Big Scream movie starts at 11:15am every Thursday – tickets cost £7 per adult (Babies go free)

I’d love to know what activities you enjoy doing with your babies in your local area?

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Expanding the pack

Expanding the pack
I must admit, even before the arrival of Jasmine I had considered us a ‘family of three’. As far as I was concerned I was already a mum to my furbaby, Heidi. She is a huge part of my life so I thought it was high time I introduced you to her…
For over 10 years I have wanted a Miniature Schnauzer, ever since I got my first job working as Dog Groomer’s Assistant at the age of 16. I fell in love with the breed, with their characteristic beard and eyebrows. I also adored their sweet nature and to this day have never come across a bad-tempered or nasty schnauzer. Circumstances meant that I wouldn’t be able to get my own puppy until I had reached the ripe old age of 26 and had settled down with my fella. In July last year we moved into our own place with a garden big enough for a dog and month later we were on our way to Norwich to pick up Heidi, our miniature schnauzer puppy!
Little did I know that just two weeks after collecting Heidi from the breeders I would find out that I was expecting a  baby. Initially I was overwhelmed with guilt, I had brought this dog into our lives and now I felt like we wouldn’t be able to give it the love and attention she deserved. This wasn’t helped by the fact that it took me a while to bond with our pooch because I was spending all day, every day with my head down the toilet puking my guts up. Stephen was brilliant and took Heidi for all of her walks in those first few weeks, and more importantly took care of the poop scooping! The thought of dealing with that made me gag.
Heidi was very curious about what was in Mummy’s bump!
Slowly the morning sickness wore off (thank God!) and I was able to spend more quality time with Heidi. Our bond grew stronger and now, I quite simply cannot imagine life without her. Throughout my pregnancy it was always in the back of my mind that things were going to change so significantly and I wondered how our puppy was going to react to the new addition to our pack.
Butter wouldn’t melt!
As it turns out, I needn’t have worried quite so much…
Bringing Jasmine home from the hospital I was anxious to see how the first meeting would go. Heidi was clearly very curious as to what, and indeed, who this noisy, dribbling bundle was. She had a little sniff and that was that! Since then Heidi has been brilliant, exceeded my expectations as to how well behaved she would be. She doesn’t get jealous when I’m busy feeding or cuddling Jasmine, she knows to back off and let me get on with it. She doesn’t go short of food and cuddles either and she still gets all the love and attention she did before baby’s arrival. In fact, in the evenings when Daddy gets home from work and spends some time with Jasmine, Heidi and I head out for a long walk together, just the two of us. These walks have kept me sane over the last few weeks and I cherish this time even more now.
Family snuggles: Our first day home from the hospital
The truth is, having a puppy and baby isn’t the disaster that I thought it would be. It hasn’t been like the images I had in my head of me stuck at home with a screaming baby and a dog tearing the house apart.She’s part of the core family unit and I cannot wait to watch Jasmine grow up with Heidi. I’ve got a feeling they are going to be thick as thieves!
My girls: making my heart melt on a daily basis!
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NB. I would just like to point out that I NEVER leave my dog and baby together unsupervised. I trust my dog entirely but would never, ever take that risk.

Blogger Mummy Lauren

Jasmine’s 1 month update

Jasmine’s 1 month update

My pregnancy really did fly by, if felt like one minute I was peeing on a stick and confirming that those little twinges in my belly were not just a figment of my imagination and then the next minute I was holding my baby for the first time. As Jasmine was born at 38+2 weeks, I never really had that awful waiting around that some ladies are unfortunate enough to have to go through at the end of their pregnancy.  I was just getting into the swing of my maternity leave and admittedly starting to feel a little fed up with the backaches and weight of my bump. One day I rubbed my belly and whispered “You can come out now, I’m ready for you!” Later that night my waters broke. Sometimes you just have to ask nicely! ;)

Anyway, I digress, my pregnancy flew by and I was warned by others that time would continue to move at an alarming rate once baby girl got here. Oh my, they were not wrong! I cannot believe a month has passed since Jasmine arrived. So without further ado here is her 1 month update:

Feeding: Jasmine is having a mixture of formula and expressed breast milk. I was hoping to exclusively breastfeed but it didn’t work out (I will write about this at a later date). I try to make it so that she has formula for one half of the day and breast milk the other but she does tend to have more formula as I find it difficult to be constantly expressing. I want to be holding my baby not a plastic pump so I tend to do 2 long sessions of expressing a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. Initially my midwife suggested that I expressed milk every 2-3 hours but this wasn’t realistic.

 

Before the exclusive breastfeeding plan went to pot.

Sleeping: Oh boy, we’ve had a few rough nights lately including last night. I ended up sleeping downstairs on the sofa with Jasmine in her bouncer next to me. We are using a Bednest crib in our bedroom which attaches to our bed but Jasmine absolutely hates it. Most of the time I have to let her fall asleep on my chest and then place her down on the Bednest but the last few nights she has woken up immediately after placing her in the crib. She kicks and screams and will not settle herself back to sleep. She wants to be on me or next to me, constantly! She’s ended up sleeping in our bed a few times just so we could get SOME sleep but I’m very aware of the dangers of co-sleeping and it does scare me. Hence why I ended up downstairs with her in the bouncer last night, it’s the only other place where she seems to be able to sleep. She suffers with reflux quite a bit and I think she just prefers to be a bit more upright when she sleeps. The Bednest does have a ‘tilt’ function so we’re going to try that tonight and see if we get on any better with it.

Her favourite place to be: mummy’s chest!

In the first few days and weeks Jasmine was sleeping for around 20 hours a day but more recently she’s awake for a lot longer during several periods throughout the night and day. She’s more active and you can tell now that she is starting to focus on things a lot more. Her neck muscles are definitely getting stronger, she’s always trying to hold her head up which usually results in me getting head butted!

We’re signed up to a 6 week baby massage/yoga course and we’ve had two classes so far. I’ve really enjoyed it and I’m hoping when Jasmine’s old enough to start implementing a bedtime routine I can use the baby massage as part of that. Jasmine seems to enjoy it too and has made some sweet little chirping noises when she sees the other babies that I’ve never heard her make before.  It’s run by the lady who taught my Daisy Birthing course so some of the other mums in the class are familiar faces from that course. It’s nice to have an excuse to get out of the house for a few hours and I look forward to it each week, it’s been great bonding time too.

♥♥ My girl ♥♥

We’ve only just started putting Jasmine in newborn clothes as she had been wearing tiny baby up until now. The newborn clothes fit her perfectly on her long legs but still bags of growing room for her body and arms. I’m sure she’ll be outgrowing them in no time though.

 And mum:

I’ve found the sleep deprivation harder than I ever thought I would. Stephen’s been great and has helped with the night feeds. I’m going to try harder to sleep when Jasmine sleeps during the day rather than trying to clean as many rooms in the house as possible before she wakes for her next feed. I end up knackered and that’s no good to either of us. So from now on, the dusting can wait! Sleep comes first.

In a post-nap daze!

I’ve also been extremely emotional which is hard for me to take. I didn’t cry once during my whole pregnancy and yet since giving birth I have been a mess of a woman. My first week trying to breastfeed was emotionally taxing and I wish I hadn’t put so much pressure on myself to get it right so quickly. I am also missing my family and friends, I knew this would be the case and there’s not a whole lot I can do about it right now so I’m just gonna have to suck it up.

I’m desperate to get exercising again as I’ve really missed keeping fit. I did a lot of walking whilst I was pregnant but I do miss doing exercise that’s a little more hardcore. I’m going to wait until my 6 week postnatal check-up and if I get the go ahead from my doctor I’ll steadily start getting back into my old exercise routine.

So that’s it for this update – I’m hoping the next one includes big news about Jasmine’s very first (non-windy) smile. I cannot wait for that! In the meantime I’ll have to settle for a windy one…

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Jasmine’s Birth Story

Jasmine’s Birth Story

At 2am on Monday 7th April I felt my waters trickle out of me whilst I lay in bed. I got up to go to the bathroom so I could confirm what I already knew -my baby girl was on her way! Once I’d ruled out the possibility that I’d just lost control of my bladder and was sure that my waters had indeed broken I woke Stephen up to let him know. We decided I should probably call the hospital to let them know as I hadn’t had any contractions at this point. As I sat downstairs on the phone to the Birthing Unit, unbeknownst to me, poor Stephen almost broke his neck slipping on the trail of fluid I’d left behind on the bedroom floor. Oops!

I was told to go into hospital so they could check on baby. Once there, we were greeted by a lovely midwife who confirmed my waters had broken (I was never in any doubt by this point) and then hooked me up to a monitor for 20 minutes. Whilst there I could feel a few contractions building up and watched the numbers rise on the machine. After a while they just petered out and there wasn’t much else happening. Because I’d had some contractions, although not any to write home about, the midwife decided to examine me. She told me I was 1 cm dilated (big whoop!) and that she could feel baby’s hair. She joked that she couldn’t tell what colour it was though as she wasn’t “that good!” I wondered how many times she’d made that joke before. She then told us we could go home. I was ordered to sleep well and eat well as I’d be needing the energy very soon. I was given until 7pm that day to go into established labour naturally or I’d have to be induced. I really didn’t want to be induced as I wanted to be as active as I could in labour — not strapped to a bed and hooked up to a machine!

I tried to get some sleep but I was far too excited. I kept thinking “My baby has hair!” It was all starting to seem very real now. The next morning I decided to stay in bed for a while so I would feel well rested later on. I stuffed my face with food and drink (brought to me by Stephen who was happy to wait on me hand and foot!) and watched Disney movies. I still wasn’t having any noticeable contractions, just felt a bit crampy. A hot water bottle and some paracetamol was enough to deal with it.

The moment I got up and started moving around the contractions started to build. I filled the bath up and had a long soak whilst listening to Ben Howard’s ‘Every Kingdom’ album. It was so relaxing. I even impressed myself by being able to shave my legs. Well, one side of each but beggars can’t be choosers. Once out of the bath I asked Stephen to put my TENs machine on for me. In all honestly I found the sensation a little odd and not sure if it actually helped or not but once it was on I daren’t take it off! I kept it on right up until after the birth so it must’ve been doing something, if only serving as a good distraction from everything else.

The contractions built up very quickly and in no time at all they were coming every 5 or so minutes, lasting about a minute long. We phoned the Birthing Unit to let them know and was told, in not quite these words, that ‘there’s no room at the inn!’ The birthing unit was extremely busy and overrun with ladies giving birth so they didn’t have a room for me! I was told to wait it out at home a little longer “maybe have a bath and take some paracetamol”. I was way beyond that now! We were assured that they were going to go and make some room for me and we’d be called back in 5 minutes and we’d then be told when to come in. My contractions were extremely intense by now and it was taking all of my concentration to breathe through them. Stephen looked extremely helpless by this point but I was in the zone. There was no screaming or shouting, no “I can’t believe you did this to me” or even any hand squeezing. I think he’d rather that there had of been, just to feel more useful. Instead, I gripped onto the end of the banister with one hand and the back of the sofa with the other and just swayed and breathed deeply, taking each contraction as it came. 50 minutes had passed and we’d still had no phone call back from the birthing unit so we rang again. This time we were told that they were still working on making space for me and to hold tight. I starting to think that this baby was going to be born right where I stood.

Just as Stephen’s phone rang, I collapsed onto all fours and finally made some noise. It must’ve sounded like a lion’s roar to our next door neighbour. I’d seen enough episodes of One Born Every Minute to know that I was in transition. I was starting to get the urge to push. We were finally told that we could go to the birthing unit and that there was a room waiting for me. By now though, I was completely frozen to the spot. I could not imagine being able to get up, walk to the car and travel to the hospital. It just didn’t seem possible! It took me a good few minutes and a lot of encouragement from Stephen but I finally made it into the car. I wasn’t able to put my shoes on and I couldn’t concentrate enough to put my seat belt on until the ‘ding, ding, ding, ding’ warning signal drove me so mad that I gave in and clipped it into the buckle. I grabbed onto the seatbelt with white knuckles and stuck my head out of the window like an enthusiastic dog. The air against my face seemed to help take my mind off everything else as I just continued to breathe through each contraction. I was still desperate to push.

We arrived at the hospital car park in record time and the moment I got out of the car and took a step I couldn’t move any further. I froze to the spot, barefooted and clinging to Stephen. My body was pushing, all by itself. “She’s coming now!” I shouted at Stephen. He looked around to see if he could see anyone in the car park who wasn’t old and decrepit (not easy) and spotted a young couple walking by. He shouted over to the guy to go and let someone know that I was about to have a baby in the car park and sure enough he ran off at lightning speed. A knight in shining armour! Seconds later, an angel appeared in the form of a lady wheeling a wheelchair towards me at 100 miles an hour, followed by several paramedics and two midwives. They got me into the wheelchair where I immediately proceeded to wet myself. Oh this childbirth lark sure is classy. One of the paramedics shouted “Do you want some Entonox, love?” to which I calmly replied “ummm (I was struggling to remember what Entonox was) yes please!” Don’t ever let it be said that I’m not polite! The paramedics fumbled around trying to get me this gas and air whilst dropping things all over the floor. Imagine Laurel and Hardy in green uniforms and you’re half way there.

I was rushed to A&E where a bed was waiting for me surrounded by doctors and nurses fully scrubbed up! It was only then that they realised I didn’t quite have a baby’s head coming out between my legs just yet and there was time to get me up to the Birthing Unit. On the way up I announced to everyone in the lift that my “Nips were lumb”. I, of course, meant to say that “my lips are numb!” The gas and air was clearly working a treat.

I was wheeled to my room, introduced to the midwife and then helped onto the bed. She was amazed that I was still so calm having reached the hospital fully dilated. I could finally start pushing. I was adamant all the way though my pregnancy that Stephen was in no way, shape or form going to be allowed down the business end while I was in labour. But when the midwife asked him if he wanted to see the baby’s head crowning and he looked at me, seeking permission, I just nodded defeatedly. I was so glad I let him watch. With every push I could see him become more animated and this assured me that the pushes were actually doing something. It was hard to tell how productive the pushes were as it feels like the baby goes right back to where they started after each one. This is not the case! I managed to get 3 good pushes in with most of the contractions and at 7.41pm, approximately 45 minutes after arriving at the hospital, Jasmine was born. She’s the most beautiful little thing I have ever seen.

Although I would never have planned to stay at home for quite as long as I did, I still feel amazingly positive about the birth. For weeks I had meticulously packed and re-packed my hospital bags which never even made it out of the boot of the car and I’m glad I never bothered writing a birth plan as when it came down to it, the midwife didn’t even have time to look at my maternity notes let alone read through a birth plan. It’s true that babies come when they jolly well want to and Jasmine was clearly no exception.

I honestly believe that the breathing techniques I learned at Daisy Birthing Classes got me through it all. As I said before, there was no screaming, shouting or wailing. I just breathed through each contraction, one at a time and focused on getting my baby here. I’m so glad that I never stuck my head in the sand in regards to childbirth. I educated myself about what was going to happen to my body and I think this made a huge difference. Deep down I knew that everything that was happening to me was supposed to be happening. I don’t often give myself a lot of credit for the things I do in life but this time I feel genuinely proud of myself and I can say that giving birth to my daughter has been my greatest achievement.

Jasmine was born on the 7th April 2014 at 7:41pm (38+2 weeks) ❤
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Why I never blogged… until now!

Why I never blogged… until now!

It’s 2:25am, I’ve just fed Jasmine and got her settled back to sleep. If only all it took was some milk, a rub on the back and Barney Gumble style burp to get myself back to sleep. Alas no, my mind is buzzing tonight. I’m suddenly overwhelmed with sadness and cry silently into Jasmine’s muslin cloth, desperate not to wake my sleeping other half. I’d hate to have to try and explain “what’s wrong?” as the truth is, I have no idea.

OK, that’s not true, I have SOME idea.

It could be down to the fact that my baby girl turns 1 month old in a few days time and not a single member of my family has met her. Not a single one and it hurts. Now, any new mum will know that when you have a child, even if you’ve never felt that proud of anything you’ve ever done in your life before – the moment that baby is lifted on to your chest at birth; you know they are your greatest achievement. You want to show them off to the world. Forget everything else, I’ve finally (with help from the person I love) created something perfect.

I always knew that for me the hardest thing about having a baby would be the lack of support. Don’t get me wrong, I have an amazing fiancé in Stephen. I am so lucky to have him. And I have a new found respect for single mums who do this on their own. But for me, after Stephen, the support stops there.

My mum is great but she’s 1,147 miles away living in New Zealand and has been for the last 6 years! My dad’s 4 hours away and has a young family of his own and hasn’t managed to get up to see me yet. I get a phone call from him every 3 months or so if I’m lucky so it’s no huge surprise he hasn’t made the time to visit. Oh and my younger brother is in and out of prison and barely sees his own kids let alone mine.

Stephen and I moved to Suffolk in July last year due to the relocation of his work and other than a handful of work colleagues, I don’t really know anybody here. I’ve found that being in your mid-twenties is an awkward age to make new friends. You can’t meet people naturally like you would at college or university; you have to put yourself ‘out there’ a bit more. I remember turning up to Italian lessons at the community centre in the hope of meeting some new friends (learning Italian would just be an added bonus) and feeling a tad disheartened to find out that there wasn’t another classmate who was under the age of 92 (or there abouts). I’m not ageist and they were some lovely people but um, not quite what I had in mind!

When I found out that I was pregnant again (after a miscarriage nine months previously) I was overjoyed. As the first of my friends (back home in Bristol) to become pregnant, I found myself turning to mummy bloggers for advice and support. In the last few months I have met some lovely people online through their blogs and Twitter. Many of them will never know what a lifeline they have been for me. It’s amazing how much a ‘how’s it going?’ tweet can make all the difference when you’re having a tough day, especially when I can’t just pop round my mum’s for a cuppa and chat.

Although I love the idea of having my own blog, I’m always able to talk myself out of it. “There’s so many out there already”, “nobody’s interested in what I have to say” or “it won’t be as good as X’s or Y’s blogs”.

We women are terrible when it comes to comparing ourselves to others. It’s a bad habit that intensifies two fold when you become a new mum. It starts when you’re pregnant, secretly comparing bump sizes at antenatal class and then continues once baby’s here. “She’s had better success at breastfeeding her baby” or “Wow, she’s so slim again already” etc. etc.

My point is, whilst I know that starting a blog has the potential to change my life in a positive way I also worry that it could be my undoing. As someone who has suffered with depression in the past, I worry about these relatively harmless comparisons spiraling into something more sinister. I could become the first person in human history to literally compare myself to death!  I’m a perfectionist and the fact that my photos won’t be that great or the layout won’t look so good will drive me potty. But do you know what? I’m finally going to give it a go. If I find it’s making me unhappy, I can just stop, right?

I’m not looking for sympathy; I know everybody has their own problems to deal with. However, I want to be able to reach out to people instead of just living vicariously through them and y’all just have to humour me in the meantime.

I’m currently brimming with more emotions and feelings than I know what to do with and I finally feel like this could be the right time to do something bold. Just writing this has made me feel a lot happier than I did 30 minutes ago. Writing has helped me get through some of my darkest days. So this is me asking the world of parent bloggers “room for a little one?” I promise it won’t always be doom and gloom!