Thursday, 17 September 2015

My Accident and Their Achievments!


When I first started this blog a few months back now I had a very idealistic view of how I would document all those important milestones, I would be able to freeze those moments in pictures and on paper and as my children grew they would be able to look back and have a clear and defined timeline of their very young years. Every little thing that they do I remind myself to make sure I have a camera for the next time that they do it or I make a plan in my head to make time to write about it but as every Mother of small children knows we always have the very best intentions to get things done!
Its only because I am sitting here in a weirdly, silent home (Leos at school, Our Princess and the Babies our at nursery) when I should be at work ( I fell down the stairs and tore a ligament in my knee!!!)that I am thinking about my little monkeys and everything they have achieved over the summer.
So Leo, Princess and Our Babies here our some of  your summer 2015 achievements!!

In no particular order…….

Leo lost his two front teeth…. And a couple from the bottom too! (In the eyes of a 7 year old this is an achievement)

My Little Gummy Bear

Now the tooth fairy was not on form this summer when visiting our house! The first couple of teeth came out on the same day but Leo  dropped one down the sink when trying to clean it to further increase its value so he left her a note to explain the situation ands left the other tooth under his pillow. The tooth fairy came but only left £2 apparently not nearly enough for the value of  a tooth never mind two teeth she obviously hadn’t read the note. The next  tooth lost was when he was staying at my mums house, the tooth fairy turned up that night left the money but forgot to take the tooth so my little entrepreneur was able to sell it to her again once he got home!!


Our youngest Baby (Bobby) took his first steps……………
He has been standing for a while now and has scratched most of the living room floor by using various large objects as walking aids, but one Sunday afternoon he did it! He waked about three steps towards me. My super clever baby!!

 
The Babies


…………and our oldest Baby (Max) stood up and clapped!!!

I don’t know if it was the screams that came from me or the laughs of delight from Leo, but Max knew that his little brother was doing something special so stood up to give him around of applause! One to defiantly stay on my cutest memories list.

Our Princess Went to her first ballet lesson!
 
Our Princess and Beautiful Daisy
I had been so excited for this moment forever. Weeks before her very first dance class at The Performance Studios I went shopping and got her ballet uniform, leotard, ballet skirt, tights, ballet shoes, a dance cardigan and even a gorgeous little pink headband for her hair! I spoke to our princess excitedly explaining what would happen on her first lesson, about how she would learn to dance and all the new friends that she would make. My enthusiasm rubbed off and she was super excited too! That was until we got there and most of the other children were a lot older than our beautiful little two year old. She sat on my knee for the majority of the lesson with her fingers in her mouth looking absolutely petrified. Her cousin Daisy had a fabulous time but our princess just did not want to join in! Mr S took her to the lesson the following week and with the help of Miss Caroline who is an amazing dance teacher and fantastic with the children our princess has started to participate in the lessons. To say I am excited about her starring in The Performance Studios Christmas Performance is an understatement. I am not a pushy parent and my children can make their own decisions in life but my daughter is going to be a ballerina!

And I managed to return to work after my maternity leave……

I was always planning on returning to work after having the babies. I absolutely love and adore every (most) moment I spend with them! But I take my hat off to stay at home mums! Its just something that I have never considered I enjoy the routine of work and love the fact that I miss my kids when I am not there! Lots of people however didn’t expect me to return, they probably read my post The School Run aka Morning Madness and concluded that I would be bonkers to chuck getting ready for work into that mix. They were  probably right but I have managed to return……………

However I have only been back at work a couple of weeks and managed to tear a ligament in my knee by tripping on the stairs (this was obviously everyone's fault but mine, the babies are nearly one for goodness sake they shouldn’t be leaving their nursery bag on the stairs!!!)

But that very careless accident, apart from resulting in a morning at A&E, has enabled me to achieve writing this post and promising myself that I am going to cherish every single milestone from this point forward. Even if that does include a double dose of the terrible twos in twelve months time!

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Stoke Pride - Schools Out!


Schools out!! It’s been out for four days now and the plan to make sure we leave the house to participate in a constructive activity every single day of the holidays has not quite got off the ground! So far the school holidays have consisted of

·      Attending Stoke Pride (grown-ups not kids) and getting very drunk for the hen party of two of our gorgeous friends, Jodie and Katie. They are due to marry each other in September and we are super excited to be part of their special day.

 

·       Replacing Sunday lunch with a trip to McDonalds, a treat for the kids and nothing to do with the hangover from hell!

 

·        Disney DVDS, I’m actually watching the princess and the frog for the third time today whilst writing this and Leo and our princess our nowhere to be seen.

 

·        My favourite…… Cleaning spaghetti bolognaise off the walls and floor after the babies decided they were not keen on eating it!

 
Because I want our 7 year old to have more to report back to school than just food disasters and his parents alcohol habits, I am going to (try to)  plan some amazing days out.

I did ask both Leo and our Princess what they would like to do over the next seven weeks if they could choose anything. Leo made a list a few pages long which consisted of various outings including Disney World, going inside a space rocket, a visit to the beach and a lake, so I am going to plan our days out based on his suggestions! I will report back and let you know how successful I was at keeping all four children entertained over the summer!

Our Princesses response to what she would like to do was simply ‘PARTY!!!’
 


 

Thursday, 9 July 2015

Tantrums, Toads and Tiaras!

Two is a fantastic age for your child to be! I am able to have the most amazing conversations with my little girl who is two, my favourite one over the last few days was how Cinderella stole her dress and ran to the monkeys in the wood!!! As well as the amazing insights into her mind, I am also seeing her develop a unique sense of style as she enthusiastically puts her outfits together in the morning! She is becoming a strong headed independent and curious little girl and watching her grow up is an honour.

Our Princess!

It’s not all princesses, loveliness and sparkly things though as a mother of a seven year old boy  I have already survived the crazy tantrum times of a  two year old and have come out the other side relatively sane and our boys tantrums were bad, really bad!

Everyone who has a child around the age of twenty months old will at some point describe how their child has hit the ‘Terrible Twos’ stage early. This is what parents actually believe. This is what I actually believed!! When my first child our little boy was around eighteen months old, I would find his resistance to eat his breakfast or sit in a high chair an indication that the terrible twos had hit our home. What was actually happening was Mother Nature giving us a very gentle insight into what was to come.

By the time our boy reached two and half the tantrums were in full swing. As a first time Mum I had absolutely no clues as to how to handle a child who seemed to have the ability to let the whole city hear how upset he was! I took advice from my Mum, Health Visitor and even watched ridiculous parenting programmes. I call them ridiculous but I am sure their strict routines and punishments worked if you had a spare fifty hours in the morning before you went to work to implement them to a screaming child.

The hardest tantrums were without doubt the morning ones! I would never give myself extra time in the morning to deal with them, I would just convince myself that the next day would be better. Nothing ever seemed to be right for my little boy and these were just a few of the morning triggers

He didn’t want to brush his teeth.

He didn’t want me to brush his teeth.

He didn’t like his socks, his cereal bowl, his cereal, his clothes, his hair, his bloody bag!!!!

He didn’t want to get dressed and by this I mean he point blank refused. Now you may think a grown woman in her late twenties would be able to outsmart a two year old child and somehow be able to get him dressed in a suitable state for him to attend nursery….. You would be wrong! He would go as stiff as a board, he would scream and roll around on the floor. I used to use every tiny bit of energy I had to attempt to dress him and I would manage to get his leg into his trousers and then he would take them off again. I sometimes got his top over his head and again off it would come!

The other thing I would do would be to bribe him. On one particular morning I had managed to get him half dressed, his other clothes thrown into a carrier bag to hand to the nursery staff, but I could not get him to sit in his car seat he just would not sit!. Other than tie him to the roof of the car and drive to him to nursery or carry him over my shoulder I had no clue what to do. I was flustered, late and annoyed so the bribery started! ‘I will give you sweets’ …… ’Noooo’ he screamed ‘a new toy??’ Nooooo he screamed even louder! So I told him that Mummy had a big piece of chocolate cake in her bag and if he was to get in his seat, he could eat the yummy cake on the way! He sat in his seat ‘where’s my chocolate cake mummy’ he asked ‘There is no cake you naughty boy’ I shouted and slammed the door! To which he replied ‘That’s ok mummy I know you didn’t mean to deceive me I understand why you did it and I am going to be well behaved from now on.’

I wish!!

He screamed and screamed and screamed all the way to nursery and when we got to nursery he stopped. Yeah that’s right he stopped. No more screaming

I also have a supermarket tantrum that stands out in my mind, well it was in Boots actually. He wasn’t keen on shopping and he kicked and screamed as soon as I started to get him out of the car. He was obviously hoping I would feel too embarrassed to even enter a shop, let alone walk up and down aisles with him in this state. I was not giving in to him, I was not giving in to a two year old, I was determined to win this one! I was going to purchase conditioner and waxing strips if it killed me!!! I entered the shop with him in under my arm kicking and screaming. I was determined. He struggled out of my arms and grabbed onto my foot so as I was walking I was dragging him along the floor. I could shop like this, it felt perfectly acceptable until two elderly women walked past and mumbled something about how some people don’t deserve children. I was completely mortified I dropped my basket and spent the next thirty minutes attempting to put him back into his car seat! I drove to my Mums house where he turned into a golden child within seconds of falling through the door! I lost again!

Our little Princess hasn’t got to our boys standards yet she’s doing pretty well though. She’s defiantly not as fussy when choosing her subjects to tantrum about. Over the last few weeks the strangest tantrum has come from when I asked her if she would like a piece of cake, I was been serious this time! I asked her 'Do you want some cake Princess' and she threw herself onto the floor kicking and screaming I was baffled so I asked her again, she kicked and screamed ‘no cake!!!’ What the hell??? I was offering her one of her top 5 favourite things in the world and she was having a meltdown about it!! It was bloody hilarious I couldn’t stop laughing the more I laughed the more she screamed and kicked the floor. Laughing at your children is not a good way to deal with a tantrum and almost certainly something you should avoid in public but it did bring some humour to my day!

A lot of my fellow Mummy friends often believe that I know what I am doing when it comes to parenting obviously because I am the mother of four children! This is often not true and certainly not true when it comes to tantrums. With our boy I got through and came out the other side and I discovered making false promises only adds fuel to the flames but I still do it! I have learned how to cope with tantrums and sometimes avoid them however I do think that two year olds tantrums are just a part of life and no matter how many times you watch re runs of super nanny you’re not going to find the answer.
 
Our Little Prince!
 
When you’re in the thick of the tantrum phase and they are occurring almost on a daily basis you can’t imagine that life is ever going to be ‘normal’ again, but they do get better we have a lovely respectful seven year old that is living proof that naughty little toads do turn into charming little princes! The trouble is we have got another three toads that still need transforming before we get our happily ever after!!
 
 

 

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

A Serial Killer in my Parking Space!


A Couple of weeks ago I made the somewhat brave decision to go and do some food shopping with our Princess and the babies. Of course I am not confined to the house when I am alone with our youngest three children but trips out are usually limited to the park or play area. Anyone who has a two year old knows that there is something about supermarkets and toddlers that don’t mix well, as soon as they walk through the front door they turn into some horrible, unrecognisable creature who most suffering parents would be happy to deny all knowledge of! This was probably not my best decision and anticipating the possible outcome of this trip put me in a questionable mood before I had even left the house.   

It was early on a Friday afternoon. We pulled onto the car park of our local supermarket it was ridiculously busy. I drove to the parent and child bays but they were all full!

 
Great!!!!

Not only that in one of the bays a van was parked, a man was getting out… on his own!! No child!!!! I was fuming and really felt I needed to tell this inconsiderate man how annoyed I was. My plan was to shout to him through my open window…

‘Excuse me, what do you think you are doing, I have three babies with me and we need this parking space’

I didn’t shout. I stopped myself what if he was a serial killer or some kind of gangster (A bit of a random thought pattern I know but one I learned as a child when my Nannar would convince me and my sister that every single person beyond the garden gate was a child snatcher) I then had the fabulous idea of taking a picture of his van and uploading it to Facebook with an explanation of his inconsiderate actions! But quickly thought against it just to be on the safe side!      

I pulled off and continued to drive around the busy car park trying to find a parking space for this horrendous, huge car that we have. That’s another thing on my ‘most annoying list’ our car! It’s more like a bus, parking it is a nightmare and Mr S notices every little scratch.   The Babies were starting to get restless and our Princess was getting agitated and wanting out of her seat. I found a couple of spaces at the far end of the car park and yes even with my questionable parking skills I would have been able to fit in them but I defiantly would not have had enough room both sides to get the babies out and there was also no place for me to safely put the buggy whilst I was transferring the babies from the car.

The next time you drive to the supermarket and decide to park in a parent and child space because you’re only going to be a couple of minutes or you only need a pint of milk or a loaf of bread, spare a thought for Mums and Dads like me who have just spent the morning trying to leave the house only to arrive at our destination to discover it’s almost impossible to leave the car!

Parent and child spaces were not designed because parents become lazy when they have had children and can’t be bothered to walk an extra few steps to the entrance. They are needed by parents. The extra-large spaces allow you to load and unload your toddlers or babies safely in and out of the car and they are usually closer to the entrance in order to avoid small children crossing a large car park. They provide the much needed extra room to erect buggies and have enough space around the car for your child to sit in their buggies without being in the path of oncoming traffic.

Baby and Toddler spaces are a godsend to me and thousands of other Mums and Dads across the country. They are one of those little things that makes life just that little bit easier. We need those spaces so please leave them for us!!!
 
And just in case you were wondering I did manage to get my shopping done that afternoon. After collecting my mum from work I pulled into the drop off point just outside the entrance of the supermarket and left her in the car with the children while I quickly got my essentials. I was only gone a few minutes! Surely that’s allowed? Right?                                                              


Sunday, 28 June 2015

The School Run AKA Morning Madness!

Just under three years ago a school morning would be relatively easy  and straight forward. Getting one child dressed, fed and ready for school is pretty easy by most peoples standards. Add a little baby girl into the mix and although I had to up my game a little bit, especially after returning to work, it was still manageable and for the most part stress free!

Fast-forward another 18 months and the relatively simple task of the school run was a contributing factor in many sleepless nights during my twin pregnancy. I wont lie the thought of getting two newborns, a 22 month old and a 6 year old, up, fed and dressed to be at the school gates on time filled me  with fear. Fear of failure. So I did what I always did in situations that worry me, I made a plan and this was it:

  •  I would wake up at 5am (Ha-ha) I would have a cup of tea. Take a shower and get ready.

  • Wake the babies at 6am for their 6am feed! Feed them, get them ready. I would then fit in some chores like make the bed and put a load of washing on.

  • Wake Leo and the Princess at 7am. They would get dressed we would all sit down together to have breakfast, hop into the car and drive to school.

This is where my plan became slightly ridiculous!

  • I would leave the house at 8.15 so we would get to school in plenty of time to unload the double pram out of the car and transfer the babies from the car to the pram.

  • Walk across the car park and into school and deliver Leo at his classroom whilst steering the double pram with one hand and carrying our princess  with the other (ha-ha-ha-ha)
This plan has not been executed to date but hey everyone needs goals.

The reality is:

I am usually awake by 4am and have probably been awake most of the night. Our second little baby has his morning bottle around 4am and our first little baby has his around 5am. They both tend to fall asleep around 6am at which point I lie there  hoping the next night is going to have a better outcome and more often than not I end up falling asleep.
I usually wake up just after 7am and sheer panic sets in. WE CANT BE LATE! I manage to have a shower, get dressed and dry my hair within 10 minutes. Attempting to get Leo up has become somewhat  of a challenge on school days you can guarantee at the weekend he's up at the crack of dawn, so I spend the next 15 minutes coaxing him out of bed whilst trying to find a school shirt that’s been ironed. I'm usually defeated and have to start ironing one. At which point our Princess has decided she doesn’t need any help getting dressed and presents herself in a frozen swimming costume, woolly hat and wellies. Leo then appears one leg in his trousers asking where his school tie is and informing me he hasn’t read his school book for the 2nd night in a row. I usually attempt to get our princess dressed in 'normal' clothes but more often than not I just give in. (Self expression and all that.)

The kids sit down to eat breakfast around 8.15pm. The Babies are not even dressed. Every morning our princess asks for chocolate hoops, we have only ever had one box of these during her entire life they went down far to well. So much so that the box only lasted 2 days. When you have  four children to feed its best to buy things that aren’t on their favourites list. That way it lasts longer!! And sugar in the morning is a definite no no!

Eventually everyone settles for Weetabix. I attempt to feed the Babies their breakfast in super quick time or risk a round 20 minute trip of cry's from two hungry little mouths. By the time breakfast is finished the Babies still in their pyjamas are covered in Weetabix. Someone has spilt a drink all over the floor and the sink is overflowing with dishes. Now maths was never my strongest subject but four children should equal four bowls and four spoons right?......wrong!!! Breakfast time guarantees more dishes than any other mealtime and there is not even any cooking involved!!!

Its gone 8.30 at this point and I am starting to turn into a psychopath repeating over and over "Shoes on!!! Everyone put their shoes on!!",
So we are nearly there, we are nearly in the car. Leo is the only one who is actually dressed properly, the kitchen looks like it has been ransacked by wild animals but we are nearly out of the front door.

Then it happens I smell that smell. One of the Babies needs changing, after identifying the perpetrator I then run up and down the stairs with him under my arm frantically trying to locate wipes! After a quick nappy change we eventually all end up in the car, everyone buckled in and ready to go!
The sense of relief as I fasten my seatbelt and turn on the engine is immense, and that’s it were on our way. The Babies are quieter, of course they are! There shattered! They have been awake all night! I look in the rear view mirror to see our Princess has stolen the Babies dummies and has them both in her mouth but for a moment there is silence so as long as there is peace and quiet then its fine by me.

So we are all in the car, on our way to school fed (Well the kids are) dressed (Sort of) and looking forward to the day ahead!! Just as we pass the old pub on the corner, question time starts!! Every single morning!!!

How old will I be when the babies go to school?

Can we go bowling/swimming/ice skating this weekend?

Can we go to Disneyland/ Lapland/ The Moon???

How many days until Christmas??? ( This question has been asked at least once a week since January)

Why does America not have a queen??..... Is Russia cold in the summer??........ What's the name of the canal in Italy????

AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Now I know this isn’t going to win me any mother of the year awards, but most of the time my answer is 'I will see' or 'I will check'  Of course I want to have conversations with my children and fill them with knowledge, just not now and if I can get away with out hearing a WHY??? Its been a good journey!
We make it! I pull up right outside the school gate just before it closes and Leo runs to his class just in time. I have succeeded! I didn’t fail! I got to school on time!

Its certainly not the way I planned to do it but things rarely go to plan anymore and that is defiantly something we have come to live by! Getting to where we need and want  to be is still achievable and we still manage it 100%, but the journey has just become a lot more Adventurous!

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Twin Birth Story - From Bump to Births!

By the time it came for me to give birth to our new babies I was huge! I was also uncomfortable, miserable and desperate for the babies to be delivered safely into the world.

I had a lot of scans throughout this pregnancy to monitor their growth and it was during the final scan a couple of weeks before I was due to be induced that they had found our first baby to be breech. Having a c section was something I had been keen to avoid! The birth of my older children hadn’t gone to ‘plan’ and in my mind this was my last attempt to get it right!

I felt completely defeated, I wanted to have some input into how my babies were brought into this world and this didn’t seem like it was going to happen. I really wanted to have a ‘normal’ delivery I don’t know why I felt so passionate about it!! I remember the midwife describing the first time I gave birth as a ‘normal delivery.’ I honestly thought she was joking. There was nothing normal about it. If she had described it as the worst possible delivery in the history of the universe I may of agreed but for it to be described as 'normal'?? I actually sat there in front of her and explained every detail of my first labour expecting a response of ‘Oh sorry, my mistake that was not a normal delivery’ but she just smiled and nodded!!!!!

The second time I gave birth started off a lot better Mr S was by my side I was calm, puffing away on the gas and air….. But it quickly went downhill and again it could only be describes as pure hell!
So this, birthing the twins, was my very last attempt at this lovely normal delivery!

My prayers were answered and two days before my section another scan revealed our first baby was now head down.

Brilliant!!

I was elated! Now don’t misunderstand me I’m not someone who wants a natural, no pain relief, listening to whale noise kind of birth. I just didn’t want a section or an epidural!! I was quite happy to take all the other drugs the NHS would offer me! I knew it was going to hurt and after not so much as a sniff of wine for 9 months I was quite looking forward to getting a bit high on the gas and air!

I was booked in to be induced two days later just short of 38 weeks pregnant. I would have loved to have gone into labour naturally but after months of pain and no sleep I just wanted them out.

So T day arrived! We made a phone call to the hospital to find out what time they wanted us only to be told they didn’t know! They didn’t have room. Now the best course of action at this point would have been to do what the lovely midwife had advised us to do and that was to wait at home until they were ready for me. But I was desperate! Very desperate! I didn’t want to wait! I felt I couldn’t  physically wait another split second. So we made our way to the hospital. I convinced Mr S that they had obviously not realised I was having twins and they obviously didn’t realise how big and uncomfortable I was and once they saw me they would take pity and would call every Midwife, Consultant and Doctor within 100 mile radius to deliver the babies because there was no way I could wait a second longer and to leave me like this was a breach of my human rights!!

So we got to the hospital I explained the situation with great urgency…. and then we waited and waited and waited and at 9 pm after 50 plastic cups of water and the babies been monitored for the hundredth times they still didn’t have space for us. At this point I did have a slight meltdown and told anyone who would listen they didn’t have a clue how uncomfortable or how much pain I was experiencing and no one had any idea because I had suffered the worst pregnancy ever! One of the lovely midwives did take pity on me and sent me home with kind words, strong painkillers and the assurance that I would be at the top of the induction list the following morning!

At 5 am the next morning Mr S went to Tesco to do some shopping!?! I was getting ready to go back to the hospital as I stepped out of the bath my waters broke!! I was so blinking happy, no waiting round at the hospital today!! Mr S was soon frantically running through the front door Tesco bags in hand packing his snack box for the hospital and grabbing old towels on the way back out to make sure I didn’t ruin the car seats!

We arrived at the hospital and were shown to the twin delivery suite. It was a lot bigger than the rooms at the hospital I had previously given birth in. I was hooked up to a drip to kick start my contractions and not long after I had a visit from a consultant, an anaesthetist and erm I actually have no clue who the rest were apart from the Midwife. I remember them recommending an epidural and I felt like they were trying to be very persuasive. They told us that I needed one sooner rather than later as our second baby was obviously breech and if he didn’t turn around after delivering our first baby I may of needed a section or they would have to physically turn him. Mr S was sold. He was practically ordering the epidural before they had left the room. But I really, really didn’t want it.

Our wonderful midwife was the only person who agreed it was entirely my choice and I’m so grateful now that I had her on side and she helped me to come to the decision not to have one, a decision that seemed right for me.

Around 1pm my contractions started to become more intense and I had gas and air to help which it did a lot! Around the same time Mr S had started to run out of snacks so he made the decision to nip to McDonalds whilst in his words ‘not a lot was happening!’

Everything went pretty much to plan for the next few hours and I was coping pretty well. It was around tea time when It got really intense. Now this was the part where I did the whole,

I can’t carry on!

I have had enough!

Get them out I want it to stop!

This is all you fault!

After been examined and having a shot of Pethidine which calmed me right down, I was back on track. That was around 6pm and I was told they would examine me again in 4 hour's time .

It didn’t take that long. 30 minutes later I needed to have these babies and it was then that I realised why the delivery room was so big it was for the 100 people that came to watch me give birth. Our first beautiful boy was born at 7.12pm weighing 6lb 14. Before your children our born you love them, you imagine the moment that you hold them for the first time and imagine it to be perfect but it’s so much more. I felt like I was going to burst looking down at this tiny bundle of absolute perfection!

Shortly after our next beautiful boy was ready to be born. I looked across the room as they whisked our first baby away and it seemed so vast, he was with two doctors but I desperately wanted Mr S to go and be with him. He didn't. He stood holding my hand reassuring me and waiting for our next baby to be born. Our second beautiful boy was born 20 minutes later weighing 6lb11 he was so beautiful with the most perfect little nose and beautiful dark hair.

Holding my two baby boys so close to me after giving birth to them was unforgettable. I felt so incredibly blessed and lucky. I am so thankful that I got to have the sort of birth I had hoped for even if it did take me three attempts!!

My Beautiful Boys!
When you find yourself pregnant and preparing for the birth of your child you will receive enough advice to write a book. Out of all the advice that I received during all three pregnancies the most useful was:
  • Be open minded - Sometimes things just don't go to plan.
  • Sometimes you know what's best for you - I am so glad I made my own decision not to have an epidural.
  • Pack enough snacks - or your husband/partner may abandon you for a trip to McDonalds!!

Max and Bobby x x


Friday, 19 June 2015

Its Twins!

Carrying two babies is probably the hardest physical thing I have ever had to do. I had pregnancy symptoms before I had any idea I was pregnant and to say it came as a bit of a shock when we found out is an understatement!

Having another little one was not at the top of our to do list when we got pregnant with the babies! I remember it so well, it was the beginning of February, we were getting married that December.
A beautiful winter wonderland wedding.
I had my dress.
I had my shoes.
We had booked the venue and cars.
I had also started a new job and by my standards it was a pretty good job, even if I wasn’t head over heals in love with it.
We had a little boy and a little girl! We didn’t have room for a baby!!
But after 5 pregnancy tests and a response of ‘your F***ing joking from Mr S it was confirmed. Yep we were defiantly having another baby!

Mr S was quite happy about the situation quite quickly and when I say quickly he was grinning from ear to ear within a few seconds. That’s one of the things that still amazes me about him even now, his ability to adapt to anything, he's never phased by any situation. Myself on the other hand, It took me a few hours and a lot of ‘Oh my Days’ before I eventually became excited at the thought we were going to be the parents of another beautiful little person.

My new found pregnancy bliss didn’t last long. Within a week nausea and exhaustion had really set in. Surely it was to early to experience morning sickness at least to this extent?
Now when I say morning sickness I don’t mean I was sick in the morning only or felt a little off side.

I mean I was sick really sick!!!!
I was vomiting a lot all day everyday...
Morning, Noon, Night...
I would even wake up several times to be sick...
I was completely miserable exhausted and sick!
Nothing made me feel better. The constant nausea was the most horrendous thing I have ever experienced. Those first few weeks felt like years. Most days I was so ill I couldn’t leave the house. By the time I was 9 weeks pregnant I was admitted to hospital and put on a drip because I was so dehydrated. I was diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum a severe form of morning sickness and unlucky for me and everyone else who has suffered the only treatment available is anti nausea medication (which didn’t work) The only thing that was more annoying than this awful condition was everyone's and I mean everyone's response ‘Have you tried ginger biscuits??’ I couldn’t watch TV, I was to weak to stand in the shower, I had lost over a stone in weight! Seriously!?! Ginger biscuits!?!
I was almost 13 weeks pregnant before I went for my first scan and for as long as I live I will never forget that moment we found out we were having twins. It was the most special, strangest, scariest, surreal moment of our lives. The sonographer declaring that this had never happened to her before and looking up at the screen to see two little wriggly babies. Mr S started to laugh uncontrollably and I cried. I don’t know why but I couldn’t stop. To be told your having twins is completely mind blowing but I would love to be able to go back to that split second and live it again.

So that was it!!! We left the hospital knowing we were shortly going to be a family of six! Imagining what life was going to be like. We already had two children what difference could  two more make. I think we both thought we had a rough idea of what to expect…..
 We didn’t actually have the slightest clue..

 

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

9 Months Out..

In 3 days time we will be exactly 9 months in! (or out depending on how you want to look at it!)

9 months into been a family of 6!

9 months into having 4 children!

9 months into having twin boys!!

And I suppose that's one of the main reasons I am writing this blog. Life has actually become a whirlwind and that is one of the first things that is explained to you when you first announce the joyful news..... 'Enjoy every minute it goes so fast' ..... 'before you know it they will have started school'....'blink and you will miss it'... But its so true!

My Little boy is now 7, my little girl is 2 and the baby boys are nearly 9 months old. Today the babies sat unaided at the very same time on Longton Park grass it would of been one of those pictures you actually print off and put in their baby album if I had managed to capture it on camera or if I had actually got round to starting their baby books! It was a lovely unforgettable moment and its those moments that make the chaos of our everyday lives so worthwhile. Those are the moments that I want to tell the whole world about or anyone that will listen and that's why I am writing this blog.... that's exactly what I am going to do.