Time flies when you don’t have time

Jacob is now nearly three months old and I have been seriously neglecting this blog. There are two times I often write, either in the evening or on the bus on the way to or from work, but I’m not back to work yet and I go to bed pretty much as soon as both kiddos are asleep (to catch every possible minute of sleep I can). And writing during the day…..ha ha, you must be joking….in between feeding, changing, washing, feeding, changing, spending a few precious moments with Elisabeth whilst Jacob sleeps, feeding, changing, cooking, feeding, changing, eating, bathing etc there is not much time left. So, unfortunately, blogging will have to wait until I have a few minutes in the morning, like today.

Things are going well though. Jacob is sleeping really well, I feed him during the day and we give him a bottle of formula before he goes to bed. I struggled with the endless feeding in the evening and we quickly decided that it was better to give him one bottle a day so I’d have the energy to feed him during the day than giving up altogether. I would like to continue breastfeeding until he is 6 months old, but I am finding it quite hard.

Elisabeth is doing great, she has only told me once that she wanted Jacob to go and that was when she was really poorly. The poor little lamb had a couple of weeks of temperatures, being sick and a really nasty cough. But most of the time she loves having her little brother around. The other morning I was downstairs making a cup of tea and I heard Jacob cry. I was about to go upstairs and see what was wrong when the crying stopped. When I got back upstairs, Elisabeth was sitting next to Jacob and was gently rocking him in his bouncy chair to stop him crying. Very cute.

I find it really hard not having enough time to play with Elisabeth, I try to give her one on one attention whenever Jacob sleeps, but it is hard. She still goes to her lovely childminder on Tuesday which she really enjoys and it gives me some time to spend with Jacob and catch up on some chores. We were hoping that she would get a pre-school place at the local school this month, but unfortunately she will have to wait until September.

Anyway, I think Elisabeth has just woken up and Jacob is starting to get hungry, so must go.


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Baby Newman no.2 – five weeks old

Our “little” Jacob is now just over five weeks old, and so far he has:

Had a cold already (@ two and a half weeks, poor little man)

Slept for six hours straight! (Only once, but still, go Jacob!)

Delighted us with a smile (@ five weeks)

Grown out of half of his 0-3 months suits already

Pooped more than I ever thought possible

And charmed the three of us into loving him more and more each day!

Happy Monday!

Why is it that the harder it is to bend down to pick something up, the more you seem to drop things. Elisabeth spends quite a lot of time picking things up off the floor that I’ve dropped, it just takes up so much energy to do it myself and whilst she still likes helping her mummy, I will take full advantage of that.

Today it is 10 days until the due date of Baby Newman no.2, and to be honest we’re all a bit surprised he is not here yet. Elisabeth was 10 days early so we were thinking he would be even earlier, not the case. Clearly he is too nice and snuggly in there. But we are really getting close now, so I’m trying to enjoy some positive things.

Yes, it might come as a shock but there are a couple of positives at the moment:
1 – I am sleeping reasonably well, in between the 4 or 5 nightly toilet breaks I am actually getting quite a bit of sleep. There have been a few very early mornings where I couldn’t get back to sleep (Friday morning it was 3.30 which made for quite a difficult day), but considering that I am not a good sleeper at the best of times I am pretty pleased with my nighttime rest.
2 – After months of back pain, I finally seem to have gotten rid of it. Partly thanks to a brilliant physio department in my local hospital and partly thanks to my great husband who does pretty much everything for me so I can get as much rest as possible.

So even though I still hate being pregnant (and I will definitely never ever do it again), I’m reasonably positive and I will even let people get away with saying “not long now!”

Please note that I wrote this post in the morning which means I still have a tiny bit of energy left, if I would have written this a few hours later it would be a completely different story, believe me, mornings are good, afternoons suck big time!

Happy Monday everyone!

Conversations with Elisabeth 7

Elisabeth: (as I sit moving my food around my plate because I don’t fancy it, which happens a lot) “You shouldn’t play with your food mummy!”

Elisabeth: “Daddy, I need some socks.”
Daddy: “Well, get some from your cupboard.”
Elisabeth: “It’s called a wardrobe daddy!”

Elisabeth: “Mummy, do you have a door in your tummy, so the baby can get out?”

Me: “If you eat some more of your mash you can have an apple for pudding.”
Elisabeth: “I’m not keen on mash, or bouncy castles. I’m keen on trampolines and sausages!”

Pregnancy sucks – an update

I have tried to keep my moans about all the pregnancy discomforts to a minimum and I think I have done quite well. But before I indulge myself in a good old rant, let me point out again that I am delighted that we have been given another chance of the family we always wanted so soon after our two miscarriages.  My feelings towards pregnancy are in no way a reflection of how I feel about having this baby boy, I truly and honestly can’t wait.

Now that is out of the way, let’s get stuck in.

We’re now 32 weeks in, 8 weeks left, single figures – woohoo! Do I feel any better, not really. As soon as one thing gets a bit better something else starts. A few weeks ago I found out I was low in iron, which actually resulted in me being off work for a week because I seriously did not have enough energy to actually make it to the office. After a week of iron tablets I felt a bit better, only to replace the utter exhaustion with constant back pain, which I find even harder to deal with than the tiredness. Luckily I could get a physio appointment quite quickly and after an very long hour in which I nearly passed out 5 times (I often do this in hospitals) and was told that my spine was twisted at the bottom and not at the top which put too much pressure on the middle bit which is causing the pain – or something along those lines, I was kind of distracted by trying not to faint. Apparently it is all straightened up again and the pain should go….oh…..after it gets worse for a bit……. I wonder what treats will be in store for when my back is back to normal.

Even though my midwife keeps saying that the size of my bump is perfect, I think it is huge, proper whale like, now struggling to fit into even my maternity trousers type huge. And whilst we’re on maternity trousers, the only pair of maternity jeans I had are now so badly ripped that I can only wear them at home. They were kindly gifted to me by my sister’s neighbour so they weren’t new, but still, jeans are my favourite item of clothing and I seriously miss them already.

And as we’re on size, let us have a moan about English buses. Here in “midget country” (I mean this in the nicest possible way) the seats in buses are so tight that I always struggle a bit, but the combination of the outrageously big bump and my Dutch stilts make it pretty much impossible to sit anywhere apart from the seats which are for elderly and disabled people.

There are a million other things I could moan about, heartburn, leg cramps, people touching the bump (honestly, do you normally touch my tummy?!?!) etc. etc. etc., but I will spare you, apart from one thing……….

“Not long now!” seems to be the thing that a lot of people say to me, even though I have just told them that I have 8 weeks of misery left! A whole 8 weeks of feeling ill, exhausted, and in pain, oh yes sure, it will fly by!

Pregnancy really does suck!


Halloween and bonfire night in Newman Towers


When I was growing up, we didn’t even know there was such an event as Halloween. It wasn’t celebrated in Holland at that time, and I’m not sure whether it is now, so I didn’t grow up with it. Here in England it has become more popular over the last few years, but I doubt I will ever embrace this day as so many others do. First of all, I hate dressing up, always have done, from when I was little I have always tried to avoid it as much as possible and nowadays I just don’t do it. Secondly, I don’t agree with trick or treating for various reasons which I will not go into, it’s just not something I want Elisabeth to be doing. That doesn’t mean that we didn’t do anything, we had a little Halloween party at home. We carved a pumpkin, put in a candle and made some decorations which Elisabeth stuck on all over the kitchen. And obviously the pumpkin bucket was used as well:

My husband was home early for the party and we had pancakes for dinner and jelly for afters. Elisabeth kept switching off all the lights and saying: “Look mummy, I made it halloween” :-) we all had a lovely time (although there was quite a strong burnt/rotten pumpkin smell in the kitchen , our pumpkin wasn’t in great shape, ha ha).

Bonfire night

At the weekend my dad came to visit, and as it would be bonfire night on the Tuesday we thought it would be nice to do our fireworks on Saturday. Last year Elisabeth loved the fireworks and she was very upset when they had all gone. So we had an early dinner to make sure we had plenty of time and still have Elisabeth in bed at a decent time.

Whilst hubby prepared to light the fireworks, Elisabeth, my dad and I made ourselves comfortable in the conservatory. Quite nice watching fireworks from a comfy sofa :-).

They were not the best fireworks we have ever had and the first one seemed rather keen on attacking my husband who didn’t think he needed to come inside. This completely freaked Elisabeth out who then wanted to go all the up to her bedroom and hide under her duvet “I want to in the tent mummy!”. I managed to talk her into watching out of her bedroom for a bit, we stayed there for a couple of minutes and she then agreed to come back downstairs but only if we took her duvet down with us so we could sit in the “tent”, safe from the fireworks. So we settled on the sofa in the “tent” and waited for the next firework, it must have looked quite amusing. After “enjoying” a couple of fireworks from within the “tent” we could then come out of it when my husband had made it safely inside. This went on for quite a while, but eventually she was brave enough to ditch the duvet and run around absolutely loving it!

Hopefully next year she will not need the “tent” and my husband will remember to come inside :-)