A couple of weeks ago, during a routine health visitor appointment, it was noted that Jasmine’s leg creases were uneven and her legs were slightly different lengths. The HV assured me that it was probably nothing to worry about but to see a GP just in case. Initially when I booked the Doctor’s appointment I was offered a morning slot (first thing) or in the afternoon around 3pm. “Book the early one, get it out of the way!” I thought to myself. This was my first mistake.
I had completely forgotten what an utter nightmare it can be to get ready in the mornings these days. I woke up late and by the time I’d fed and changed Jasmine I really didn’t have a lot of time left to get myself ready and walk to the surgery. I was in desperate need of a shower – dry shampoo and my patented ‘wet wipe bath’ could no longer cut it. I mean, what if I got the hot doctor? (I think I can get away with saying that because he looks a lot like the OH!)
If you’re a new parent like me, you are most likely taking a serious amount of pictures of your little bundle on a daily basis. Jasmine is now 10 weeks old and I’m already well aware of how quickly she is growing up. I want to savour so many moments and be able to reflect back on them in years to come. Some days she looks visibly older than the last and I feel like it won’t be long before she’s kissing me on the cheek and heading off to uni or back-packing around Australia to ‘find herself’! Anyway, I can’t focus on that too much right now, it brings a lump to my throat just thinking about it…
*This post contains a lot of very dark and grainy photos taken on my phone of my baby sleeping – however, the terrible quality of the pictures doesn’t make them any less adorable!* ;)
You can read about Jasmine’s bedtime routine in more detail by clicking here
Implementing a bedtime routine: 7 day diary
I was unsure of how well Jasmine would sleep tonight 1) because it had been sweltering hot all day which completely wiped her out and she’d slept for most of the day and 2) it was still a very hot and stuffy 25oC in our bedroom. I was feeling pretty shattered myself and my eyes had been stinging since around 5pm.
*Poem by Anon.