Let’s celebrate the babywearing daddies. Happy Father’s Day 

Whatever carrier or sling they use it doesn’t matter. Whether they wrap or like buckles we don’t care. What we do want to say is thank you for carrying your babies close, and thank you for being you.

  

Here is a little celebration of the North East’s Babywearing daddies. Happy Father’s Day

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Network Blogger: It takes a village to raise a child…

…so what do you do if you don’t have one?   “It takes a village to raise a child”. It is an old African (various sites suggest Nigerian) proverb and it does make sense. The idea of a collective group helping to raise a child. Mothers, aunties, fathers, uncles, brothers, sisters, even neighbours all helping teach a…

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Network Blogger: It is time to ‘Let it go’

For those of you that have read my first two blog posts you will know I am a mum to two boys. They are now 5 and 3 years old. My boys, their daddy and our puppy are my world and I am aware of just how lucky I am. I have had two pregnancies and two “healthy” babies. (Although there have been some issues, which I wrote about in my April Blog Post)  I know not everyone is so lucky. But, and there is a big but, I am grieving. I am grieving the breastfeeding relationship I won’t have again.  Both boys have were breastfed. It wasn’t something I thought I would do for long when I was pregnant with Henry. I was scared about feeding in public and what my family would say. But my husband was adamant that Henry would be breastfed till 6 months. And do you know what? His insistence that we didn’t have formula in the house “just in case” was the best thing ever.  There were days where I had been glued to the sofa with a feeding baby all day and simply wanted somebody else to take over. Days where I just wanted to stop. But I was once told don’t stop on a bad day and, well because there wasn’t an option, I didn’t.   Henry was fed until he was 14 months old and we cut feeds down gradually from 12 months. I am immensely proud of this fact. But when he turned a year old my husband and I did start thinking about wanting him to have a brother or sister. I had lactational amenorrhea while feeding and it seemed unlikely that I could continue feeding and have second pregnancy relatively close together. Together we decided to stop. As proud as I was to reach 14 months of feeding, it still hurts that I weaned Henry (who was showing no signs of stopping himself) early. Was it the right or wrong thing to do? I am not sure, I don’t think I ever will be.  I found out I was expecting again in August 2011, although we had no idea when Baby 2 would arrive as my cycle had not settled. Our ‘dating scan’ was just that.  After a less than ideal pregnancy Isaac arrived 5 days passed his due date in just 18 minutes. He was a good 10 minutes old when paramedics arrived and nearly 40 minutes old when the midwife arrived. We had been booked for a home birth, I didn’t ever think we would be doing it unassisted though. Before the paramedics and midwives arrived Isaac had skin to skin and he had latched. I naively thought our journey would be easy! How wrong could I be! Over the first 72 hours of his life Isaac fed for 50 hours. He didn’t sleep and only settled in my arms (thank heavens for the slings I had at my disposable). I was exhausted and sore. But on Day 5 I thought I was super woman. He was weighed and had not lost any birth weight, he was in fact 10g heavier.  As was common at time I was then left by my midwife and received a phone call on day 10. “Is he feeding?”,  “Plenty of wet nappies”, “how are you feeling?”. My responses were all positive and we were discharged. I didn’t want to tell her it hurt and he was feeding all day and all night.  On Day 11 – he stopped feeding! I didn’t know what to do? Did I ring the postnatal ward (Isaac was a home birth so hadn’t been in it)? I didn’t have community midwives number as it was on my notes and the…

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My carried baby isn’t a baby anymore

Today we are celebrating Isaac’s 3rd birthday. Technically it is not his birthday for another 8 days but this was the only day we could arrange a party for his friends. 

Three years ago I was feeling very fed up and sick. As timehop points out we had curry for tea 3 years ago in an attempt to get things moving.  

I had been quite poorly from 24 weeks pregnant. Firstly with a prolapsed disc and secondly with an infection that caused my uterus to contract from 33 weeks to 37 weeks.    I was fed up, especially after Henry arrived at 37 weeks. Those last weeks of pregnancy were horrible. I just wanted my baby here and here safely. Every day from 37 weeks onwards was “oh is this it?” I knew from 37 weeks I could have the home birth I had planned.

Isaac I knew would be carried from birth. He arrived at some point between 1.35am and 1.40am on Friday 27th April. We don’t know the exact time as he was a BBA birth and was a good 10 minutes old before paramedics arrived and it was another 30 minutes before first midwife arrived. He may have kept us waiting but when he did arrive he made up for it. First inkling something was happening was 12.15am but labour seemed a way of. Officially labour lasted 18 minutes and that was a bit of a guess, because really how many of us actually check the clock when labouring alone? 

But early morning arrivals are not really when you want to start practising wrapping a newborn. I hadn’t started carrying Henry till he was 4 months old. And I simply wanted a shower and my bed. We enjoyed skin to skin for a couple of hours but then bed! He got his first sling cuddle 8 hours after he arrived. Although neither of us really got any sleep before then. 

 

Isaac has been carried almost daily since then and in the early weeks almost exclusively carried. Issues with breathing and feeding meant I wanted him close, he need to be close. He has been NESL’s real life demo baby but now he is more interested in carrying his babies.

 

At almost 3 our carrying days are drawing to a close.  My heart aches for another baby to carry. Unfortunately that is unlikely to happen. I will simply have to enjoy the memories and keep helping others share their cuddles. Treasure every cuddle you get. Babies don’t stay babies for long.