Rock and Roll………

Well, today, my baby, the truly cleverest baby in the world (yes I know that every Mummy says that) rolled over! She was on her tummy, as I felt like a bit of a bad Mummy for not really giving her any tummy time and then she went over onto her back almost straight away and then led there on her back looking completely shocked! We were really shocked too but then congratulated her (rather loudly I might add, as we were excited for her) and then she got all confused, cried a bit and puked on my shoulder!

My little girl is growing up so quick.  Its a weird feeling.  Half of me is so proud of her, so excited to watch her grow up so strong, changing and developing every single day but the other half of me is sad that my tiny baby girl, who was only 6lb 13 weeks ago and sat nicely in the palm of my hand, is growing way too fast for my liking and I’d like her to stay a tiny baby forever.

Being a Mum is both the most rewarding and the most exciting experience I have ever had.  Today is truly a wonderful day.

4……..8…….12……4…….8……..

I have always been slightly envious at the girls I know who decided to formula feed from day one, not because its any easier than breast feeding, but because babies normally go 4 hours between a feed.  Amelia has been formula fed for a few weeks now and its only the last couple of days that she’s been going 4 hourly for a few feeds.  Since getting tired early and going to bed early (8pm instead of 9pm) I have been trying to get her to go 4 hourly for every feed.  Its been quite difficult to be honest.  Some feeds she is happy to go longer but now its 3pm, she’s due at 4pm and I have a feeling she may be getting unsettled and grizzly because she’s hungry.

I feel a little mean, but I’m trying the distraction method of playing, singing, dancing and chattering to try and get her to go that little bit longer.  She is doing quite well at bedtime… going down around 8pm, waking at 4am and then again around 7-8am.  She managed to go till noon today (only just mind) and I know she’ll get to 4pm with some distraction..

Oh and I have to mention her new trick – pushing herself up with her feet.  its so funny.  Its like she’s almost trying to crawl and she’s only 13 weeks! A very determined little lady who knows EXACTLY what she wants…. I wonder who that reminds me of………

You can't pick your family...

Last night I stayed at my Mum's house whilst James went to his Christmas party (stayed over so could drink blah, blah, blah) and my 18 year old sister decided that after her boozy trips around the local pubs, she'd bring some friends back. Hmmmm. Now, I do remember what it was like to be a pretty, single 18 year old girl but she did know Amelia and I were staying over. However, at 4.30am, as I was trying to get Amelia back to sleep (for the 100th time since her 3.30am feed) and all I could hear was loud music, mobile phone ring tones (goodness I sound so old!) and laughing... so I venture downstairs, with crying baby in toe and storm in the door of my sisters downstairs bedroom.... the look on her face was priceless, so was the look on about 6 randomer's faces too! Needless to say, she was shamed into turning the music off and talking quieter.

I'm sat here wondering if its me that's changed. Normally, I would have gone down, opened a bottle of wine and joined her but now that I'm a Mummy, priorities have changed and now all I want at 4.30am on a Saturday morning is to get my baby back to sleep as soon as possible, so I can steal another couple of hours sleep, so I can face another day of being a Mummy. So being a parent really does make you grow up fast, but not only that, it makes me realise the small important things in life, like having undisturbed sleep, cuddles with Amelia, nice walks etc. That probably is proof that I am on my way to becoming a grumpy old woman but alcohol, loud music, drunken friends and smelly breath is the last thing I want right now.

Amelia is napping as I write this (its 9.50am now) and part of me thinks I should pop into my sisters room when she wakes and say "here you go, its time to look after her for that extra hour or so that she should have had sleeping last night when you kept her awake" but I know that will only be greeted with a few choice words and perhaps a slamming of the door...

So, not only am I still quite cross at my sister and her friends but I feel sorry for them. They have no idea about "real life" yet and I'm sure I wasn't this bad at 18.... I guess she'll have to grow up sooner or later... and when she's a Mummy herself, I shall have great pleasure of reminding her of this.....