Operation Deswaddle – complete

Before I was pregnant with the Boy swaddling a baby was something I had never heard of (I realised after being pregnant and having a baby that there were a lot of things I had never heard of!) however I read about it and thought that I would wait to see if my baby needed it. And they did. I swaddled both mine from day two or three when it became clear that they wouldn’t sleep happily without the comfort of being bound like an Egyptian mummy. Continue reading

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Sleep oh precious sleep

I miss my university days when I couldn’t be bothered to go to morning lectures and instead spent the best part of the day in bed asleep. Oh for the days I could easily sleep until 1pm without even stirring beforehand. Nowadays a lie in is anytime past 7am and even if I can sleep without getting up for the Boy, I inevitably wake at 7am wide awake wondering who on earth is attending to his calls.

And as if things weren’t sleep deprived enough, pregnancy has decided to have its go and rob me of some more. I can cope with the general uncomfortableness of having a little being attached to my front but what I cannot understand is why my body insists on waking me from a deep slumber with agonising cramp? To make things worse when I shake the Man and plead with him to “push my leg, my leg” he stirs in slow motion and huffs at me for disturbing his sleep – I tell you, we had words.

Why is it that turning over in bed during pregnancy becomes a three stage process for which you need to be conscious to perform it – 1) turn onto your back taking bump with your hands as you go; 2) heave your legs over to one side one at a time and; 3) turn bump onto side ensuring it is not squashed by the rest of you. I can only imagine that mother nature knows we are going to be sleep deprived once Poppy arrives and is therefore teaching us to survive such conditions, forgetting I already have an unreliable toddler to do that for her.

To end on a positive note, my sleep has been vastly improved since delivery of my Theraline maternity pillow. Its like a large, oddly shaped sausage at about 6 foot long and fits perfectly between my legs. It takes the pressure off the bump whilst also leaving enough for me to cuddle as a replacement husband (he likes to cuddle for 2 minutes then throws me off as he is “too hot” before scooting over to his own side). It comes with a really pretty removable cover which is a very nice material and doesn’t get too hot or stuffy in bed, this is great as body temperature regulation in pregnancy is non-existant! The cover is antiallergenic, warm, breathable and can be washed at 140° – not so important now I am using it as a maternity pillow but when Poppy is born and I use it as nursing pillow this will be really useful, especially if Poppy regurgitates as much of my precious milk as the Boy did!

The filling is microbeads which mould really well to your body although the pillow does occasionally need reshuffling to ensure the beads are in the right place but its very easy to do. I use it in lots of different positions, sometimes putting it under my back if I lie on it for a bit and need some extra support. I love the versatility of this pillow. I got a really bad back when pregnant with the Boy but I didn’t have a maternity pillow then so I hope the Theraline maternity pillow will reduce my bad back pain this time, its certainly improving my sleep.

I cannot recommend this pillow enough for pregnant women or even non-pregnant people with a bad back, it is comfortable, versatile and moulds well to support problem areas. It isn’t cheap at £45 (including cover) but I think it is well worth it.

I was not paid for this review but was provided with the product free of charge. All opinions are my own and have not been influenced in any way.

 

Dear So and So….

Dear Boy

I love you, I really do, more than anything in the World, you make me so happy to be your Mum.

But I must admit that I really would appreciate if you could stay in bed and be quiet (you don’t even have to sleep) between the hours of 11pm and 7am. A 9/10pm wake up is not ideal as you are probably interrupting catch up Casualty or Glee but its a good excuse for a sleepy cuddle so I won’t complain about those.  After I have gone to bed and finally exhausted myself into a deep sleep, no matter how much I love you, I honestly would prefer to wait until morning to see you again.

I don’t understand why the door open at 45 degrees does not constitute “door open a little bit” and needs to be adjusted a millimetre or two at 3am. I don’t believe you put enough effort into finding your “Toy Story water” in your bed at 4am when I have no trouble scrabbling in the dark for it. I wish your memory would be a bit better and recall that I killed all the monsters with monster spray when I put you to bed so there is no way they are still lurking in the shadows.

Its not a lot to ask is it sweetheart? I got up with you in the night for 7 months to feed you (a valid reason to wake) and since then every time you have been unwell I have jumped out of bed to calm your tears or soothe your aches because it hurts me to see you in pain. However, I hope you will agree that monsters / water bottle / door open just don’t seem like good enough reasons to deprive me of sleep. I am currently making a little brother or sister for you (you honestly will appreciate it one day) and I accept that there will be more sleepless nights when it arrives but until then please can you help me out a bit?

I love you with all my heart

Mummy
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Dear So and So...