My first scan was on the 26th of September 2017 and it was a complete palaver.
The appointment at QEH is at 14.20 and we get there early as you do. We inform the receptionist that we have an appointment, she makes a note and tells us to sit down, and so we nervously wait.
14.20 comes and goes. We keep waiting because this is the NHS and you always expect the free service to be running behind schedule. We don’t actually ask what is going on for a good 20-30 minutes.
We ask when we will be going in: “Oh, I forgot to tell the sonographer you were here.” Oh.
We’ve missed our slot. Oh.
Apparently the sonographer was ready and waiting. Oh.
We now have to wait for a gap, and for the sonographer to answer the phone because you can’t go in and interrupt another scan (which is fair obviously).
There is a gap about an hour after our appointment. We go in. Yay.
“Your baby isn’t moving enough to do the scan properly, you need to go and eat some sugar and walk around and then I’ll try again.” Oh.
We leave and go down to the crappy WHSmith at QEH. I buy Fanta and chocolate. I drink the Fanta and eat the chocolate. We walk about. We go back into the scanning department and wait for another gap.
It’s about two hours after the original appointment when we go back in. We do the scan in full. Hurrah. I spend half the scan trying not to snap/cry at the sonographer because she’s grumpy because of the original admin error combined with the stupid baby not moving enough. LOLs all round. Not the dream first scan.
Then we realise that we forgot to ask for photos because everything became too stressful and the sonographer’s schedule had been completely buggered. We faff about for a while deciding whether to wait again, or whether to get the hospital to post us the photos. We decide to wait again.
Once the sonographer can answer the phone (again), she prints off the photos, brings them out to us, and then and no-one charges for them. Hurrah!
It’s now about three hours after the original appointment and we are finally done.
Slightly later we drive down to Croydon(-ish) to see my brother and sister-in-law. I’m on my phone too much so I puke up all the Fanta and chocolate onto a verge at the side of the road. 👍
My one and only vomiting experience in the entire pregnancy. I know, I’m insufferable.
However, the scan was fine (!), the baby was fine (!), the sonographer was really efficient and capable (yay!), and we managed to have a laugh about it all by the end.
At the moment I regularly listen to two podcasts: Giovanna Fletcher’s ‘Happy Mum, Happy Baby’, and Alistair and Grace Campbell’s ‘Football, Feminism and Everything in Between’. Contrasting choices one might say, but then that’s the key – serve the different parts of your brain, keep those neurons firing etc.
‘Happy Mum, Happy Baby’ appeals to the part of my brain that needs parent chat, and to feel part of a community when you are spending the majority of your time alone with a child. You might have some mum and baby dates, and sporadic chat with other adults, but it’s usually when paying for something or getting on the bus. ‘I don’t need the receipt’ and ‘thank you’ is not proper chat.
Compare your life now to the one you had before, did you sit in the office whinging about being sat in the office? Remember all that chat and gossip? Popping out for lunch with a colleague, those boring meetings – wouldn’t you kill for that now? But blah blah blah, the grass is always greener…
So combat your mumliness – my new hip portmanteau of ‘mum’ and ‘loneliness’ – by listening to Gi!
Added bonus: You stop your partner from wanting to strangle you for being so hyper and needy when they get in from work.
‘Football, Feminism and Everything in Between’ is hosted by father and daughter combo Alistair and Grace Campbell. Campbell Sr is known to me from the heady days of New Labour in the late 1990s. Aged thirteen, I remember going with my Dad to the polling station in 1997 and being told that he was voting for the Lib Dems as a protest even though Labour were expected to win by a landslide (and they did).
In my mind he was always New Labour and the war in Iraq and nothing else. But then Charles Kennedy died. I loved Charles Kennedy, a wonderful and witty person who tried to do good, but then I discovered he was friends with Alistair Campbell – so he can’t be all bad right?
Campbell’s obituary discusses their friendship and the mental health issues they shared. As well as being moving and warm, it really reminded me how multifaceted we all are, and how we really should try to not judge on first impressions.
As with ‘Happy Mum, Happy Baby’, each episode is an hour or so chat with a celebrityor ‘known person in their field’, and both podcasts introduce you to people and/or a topic you may be unfamiliar with.
IMHO, it is always wonderful to learn, and to see things from a different perspective, and in a world of Donald and Boris, this is a key skill to keep developing.
Another podcast I must start listening to is ‘Wonder Women’ by musical theatre actresses Celinde Schoenmaker and Carrie Hope Fletcher. Topics include female hysteria and cartoon women and I’m very much looking forward to a good listen.
I would also recommend either of James O’Brien‘s podcasts and Ed Miliband and Geoff Lloyd‘s ‘Reasons to be Cheerful’. I’ve not listened to them in forever but they are great. I blame my child.
I always wanted children and we discussed it within a year of being together. He wanted children as well, but as it all seemed very far away and very grown up – it wasn’t a big dramatic OH MY GOD discussion topic. It was more of an eventuality, but also my decision: my body, my choice etc.
I knew I wanted to travel, work and get settled in a home before coming off the pill, and I hoped to not get accidentally pregnant in my 20s – it was my only real fear when I was younger and with Sam. I wanted to be selfish, do what I wanted, and I wanted to be in control.
We successfully went eight years with no dramas or panics, and once our trip to Japan was booked for March 2017, the time to try was approaching – our final big travel goals were trips to America and Japan, and we had already done five weeks in the US in 2015.
I was also approaching my 33rd birthday and I hoped to have a baby at 33 as that was the age my mum had me. Silly, but if able, I wanted to forge that additional connection to her.
So my pill supply ran out in February and I started tracking my crimson wave with Clue. Once we got back from Japan in early April we irregularly tried for a couple of months – we didn’t get too scientific about it at first as we had barely any cycle data to use, but by June/July we were using the ovulation schedule suggested by the app.
Side note: Don’t be fooled by those who tell you that trying for a baby is anything but an additional task for your daily routine. Who does romantic and/or sexy when you both work, have evening activities, and need to cook, clean and sleep. You have to keep on top of it (haha) every day for about 10 days to maximise your chances during your fertile window. Where is the romance in that.
July arrives and my period doesn’t come on the Sunday/Monday as usual. We get excited but nervous and decide to give it a whole week before taking a test.
That weekend we were away for a friend’s birthday at Eweleaze Farm near Weymouth. We decided to take the test in a super large solar shower on the Saturday morning, and after doing the pee pee deed we waited nervously.
The test said I was 2-3 weeks pregnant. Yay!
Contemporary advice says to keep quiet for the first trimester, so we did exactly that. It was our special little secret and we didn’t have to share it. Nor did we want the risk of something going wrong and then having to update people with shitty, awkward and sad news. 1 in 8 women go through a miscarriage, and many more miscarriages occur before a woman even knows she is pregnant.
Armed with our scan photos we surprised my brother and sister-in-law that night with our news. It was wonderful to share our joy with them and my belle-sœur was just as excited and bubbly as I had hoped her to be (as was my brother). It was a lovely evening.
It was another week or so until we told my in-laws and they seems quite confused at first. We had told them we were going to try for one, but they hadn’t asked for regular updates (!) as you just don’t do that. But once the news had sunk in they were full of questions and excitement. It was another lovely evening.
We told more people over the coming weeks, mainly family and close friends, and let ourselves get a bit more excited. In general, I refused to buy anything for the baby as I didn’t want to jinx anything (how scientific of me), but I caved in at four months and bought four letters spelling out ‘BABY’ from a cutesy boutique shop when we were in Battle one weekend. I added ‘RAFE’ to these once he was born. 😍
We ‘publicly’ announced the pregnancy at the beginning of December in front of the Christmas tree at the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris.
We did our best to not over prepare while I was pregnant, and given that we were trying to move from a flat to a house at the same time, minimal preparation seemed sensible.
However, I did do a lot of research, I love researching, it is pure joy to me. But we did have rules: I was only allowed to look up pregnancy and birth on the NHS website, and random Googling was reserved for the husband alone. The research mainly consisted of “what shit shall we buy for a baby”, but I did a bit of reading along the way as well. So here below is a list of things we bought, and things I read.
Happy Mum, Happy Baby by Giovanna (Gi) Fletcher is a lovely first person account of how Gi is raising her children (two out of three at publication). I discovered her via McBusted in 2014 and gradually got hooked on McBusted and McFly and then the YouTube channels of the Fletchers (Gi, Tom and Carrie Hope). She’s a very unfussy straightforward kind of person, and does not claim to know anything more than her own mind – and she will freely admit she does not always know that either. Bravo.
Entering the world of motherhood was something I could not discuss with my own mother, and whilst I am close with my mother-in-law, her book was a lovely introduction into a world I didn’t know and made me feel comfortable and excited about trying for a baby in 2017.
Her book led to a podcast titled Happy Mum, Happy Baby (well duh), and it is now into its fourth series. I love listening to it, you feel part of a community without having to go anywhere or arrange anything, and I love that men are on the podcast as well – it’s great to hear their opinions!
She also has a YouTube series called Mumdays, and whilst it hasn’t been updated since August (how dare she!), I also looked forward to these videos for a window into another mum’s world.
The husband and I also attended two courses: Red Cross First Aid for Baby and Child, and the NCT Essentials Antenatal course. Both were good, useful – and at the time seemed really important, but once you have the baby you kinda just get on with it – whether that is running round like a headless chicken or taking everything in your stride.
And as I was told by the friends who recommended NCT, the most important part of it is the parents you meet on the course. And I’m proud to say that I’ve made two really good friends out of the seven couples we met – that’s not bad going! And over a year later, seven out of the eight mums still message each other, and we have arranged giant pub meet ups for Christmas and for a first birthday play date. And as soon as we move (ha!), I’m intending to host a BBQ. Just got to get that Doodle poll going…
Now onto the purchases, there are definitely things we don’t use as much as we expected: BabyBjorn Carrier one – but we’ve used it enough, and things that were completely pointless: Ewan the Dream Sheep – not loud enough, just use YouTube for white noise, but because we spent a lot of time researching, we are still pretty happy with our purchasing a year later. Oooh, look at us. Superior or what! But of course we still bought him too many clothes, and were given too many clothes. Meh.
I learnt about the Finnish Baby Box after reading this BBC News story and I was in love. I’ve never been to Scandinavia but they all seem to know what they are doing so I was definitely getting one. The idea is a magical box with all the things you might need for your baby’s first year, and I wanted to not have to figure everything out in advance, and to then panic that our baby didn’t have a thing that they NEEDED RIGHT NOW.
The Finnish government gives a box to new parents and some canny Finnish Dads decided to set up the company for those in less enlightened climes. Obviously there is a cost and it isn’t particularly cheap at 399€ (thanks Auntie Jeanette and Uncle Ben), but if you live in Scotland you can get your own baby box for free.
We used the actual box for four and a half months before he got too long and we loved it. It now sits in the wardrobe full of clothes, but we hope to use it again. :-).
On the cheaper end of the spectrum at £10.99, thanks to a recommendation from my cousin-in-law Lorna, we bought a Milton Steriliser Unit for our bottles, breast pump parts and syringes. It is literally a fancy 5 litre bucket that you throw a 24 hour tablet into. It was a fantastic purchase and really appealed to the part of my brain that hates buying overly complex expensive gadgets – paying £100 for a breast pump that broke in under three months was annoying enough (replaced for free thank goodness).
And once we got into the ‘travelling with a baby’ groove, we stopped taking the bucket with us and just threw the sterilising tablets (currently £1.53 for 28 on Ocado) into a bowl wherever we were. The things you learn…
Talking of travel, I love our BabyBjorn travel cot. You could definitely spend less, many many cheaper travel cots are available, but, it is amazing and so easy to put up, take down and carry about. We also don’t have a room for our special creature, a combination of not giving up the office, and hoping to move to a house where we can go mad and make the third bedroom his.
So, the travel cot replaced my desk but not the husband’s, and it is the only bed he has. It goes anywhere we go with the car, and it is great when we go to the in-laws as they don’t have to sort a bed for him (for a few years at least). Highly recommended.
My final recommendation is our buggy, we have a BabyZen YoYo+ and I don’t just love it, I love love love it. We didn’t have any preferred brands in mind prior to pregnancy but I wanted something for buses, trains and planes, and a buggy that would be easy to carry about in central London.
Our friends Eleanor and Matthew had already purchased a YoYo+ so we got to have a good look at it, and then try it out with their little Sam a few months later. We were given the buggy itself (£369 – thanks Mummy and Daddy Coles) as well as buying the newborn pack (£175) with the aim of only ever buying one buggy for him. So far so good…
It is very light to use, fits through tiny gaps, can be folded down very quickly, and popping it back up is even simpler. We’ve taken it on planes as hand luggage and wheeled it over all sorts of surfaces, and I still carry it on my own at 14 months – but I do ask for help more these days, he’s a heavy lump!
For the future, I plan to get the little seat accessory and will be trying that with the newborn pack. Out and about with two children sounds terrifying but I chatted to a mum who does the above with her YoYo+ so if she can do it, I can too.
Ooh look, its a blog about a baby, quelle surprise!
Anyway… I had a baby and he’s great. He’s lovely, squishy, cuddly, and he smells of beauty – apart from when he does a stinky poo.
Rafe is currently feeling a bit sorry for himself because of yesterday’s first year injections, but in general he’s a happy chappy and is 98% perfect.
I wanted to buy baby month cards to help document his first year, and so we could compare and contrast tiny Rafe to slightly less tiny Rafe. Below is the sequence of photos, we only missed the three week card so we did pretty well – enjoy!
Its only taken me two years… but I’ve finally got through all the photos from our trip to the US in 2015 – back when the orange madman wasn’t in charge!
Usefully, I had made a Google Map of the trip, but like an idiot I deleted it a few months ago. Doh! It took forever to create so I’d be a bit mad to redo it, so you will have to settle for a list instead…
• New York • Washington D.C. • Grand Canyon • Las Vegas • San Francisco • Hawaii • Los Angeles
We had a super amazing time flying, train-ing and driving round America and we will definitely be back… but there are so many places to go and so many things to see… so it might be a while – pending the 2020 election of course!
Limehouse Town Hall, 646 Commercial Road, E14 7HA
Victorian built former town hall, fairly drab and a bit dirty when we visited two years ago, but full of potential – it could be an amazing events space and wedding venue if the trust running the building were given a wodge of cash. Sits next to a pretty churchyard.
Argentine Ambassador’s Residence, 65 Brook Street, W1K 4AH
No interior photos allowed, but plenty of ‘Islas Malvinas’ information on display. The elegant building itself was completed by Thomas Cubitt in 1851 with additions by Mayhew & Knight in 1859, and it sits on the corner of Belgravia Square near many other embassies.
Regent Street Block W4, 10 New Burlington Street, W1S 3BF
We missed the last tour of this new building on Regent Street (near the Oxford Circus end), but we were able to walk around the beautifully designed lobby which featured a mirrored art piece that seemed to fade in and out of its surroundings – gorgeous.
The College of Optometrists, 42 Craven Street, WC2N 5NG
Just up the road from the huge queue for Benjamin Franklin House… the equally splendid but pokey Georgian home of Optometrists was an enjoyable find. The museum inside was also great fun with lots of weird and wonderful spectacles and visual aids to cast your eye over (ha).
Cabbies Shelter, Embankment Place
Sixty or so of these tiny green shelters were built between 1875 and 1914 for Hansom cab drivers, they are still in use today but only thirteen remain – we squeezed into one for a look-see.
HM Treasury, Horse Guards Road, SW1A 2HQ
Our last stop for 2014 was the stunning HM Treasury building, first constructed in 1898 to 1917 with a 2002 refurbishment. We started the tour in the new part of the building and finished the tour in the stunning 20th century circular courtyard.