We knew the time would come for Annabelle to have her first haircut but neither of us were looking forward to it. There were a few reasons; Firstly her hair had reached a perfect length to put in pigtails/bunches. Secondly we weren’t sure how she would react to the whole experience. Thirdly what if she wriggled at the wrong point and she ended up with a wonky hair style.
Okay, okay, all but one of those reasons is vanity related but I’ve always feared a haircut in case something goes wrong.
Thankfully Annabelle’s first hair cut was plain sailing. Here is what we did to prepare her:
Seeing your baby sick is horrible. Our hearts go out to anyone with a child with a serious illness – you are heroes!
Our Annabelle came home from nursery on Tuesday and I naturally checked her back. Sometimes she gets eczema there and the previous week I had noticed a small rash. That rash had eased and almost disappeared over the weekend so we didn’t consider it was anything more.
As the evening continued the spots had got worse. And stretched further down her back. Annabelle then started to itch her head (well paw at it like some cute animal trying to get a fly). It seemed that in the space of a few hours our girl had gone from energetic to lethargic. Something definitely wasn’t right.
What’s a naming day ceremony is usually the first question we get asked when we mention that instead of a christening we opted for a Humanist Naming Day.
The answer is simple, it is a simple, heartfelt, personal ceremony where the child, Annabelle in our case, is officially named in front of family and friends.
13 months and 5 days ago our wonderful Annabelle joined our family and from the moment she arrived she has been breastfeeding. For the entire time I have been her Mum I have been breastfeeding her.
That was until now.
I haven’t completely stopped breastfeeding but it is slowing down. And both Annabelle and I okay with it. I think. It’s time.
A few weeks ago I shared a post entitled ‘Sometimes The Struggle Is Real’. Life had become somewhat overwhelming for a number of reasons and I wrote the post as a way of clearing my head and sharing what was going on with us.
That was a few weeks ago and opening this page to start this post I am in a much better place. Thankfully. Things haven’t slowed down but things have become more manageable.
In fact we have spent the weekend singing, dancing and celebrating at Brighton Pride with my Mum, two Aunts and sister. It was an amazing weekend and wandering down Brighton pier I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. I am surrounded by love and support and when things are tough I know my tribe are there for me.
I am lucky. I am super lucky. And yet despite being super lucky I am struggling right now. The wonderful world of social media allows a snapshot into our life – the highlight reel if you like. It creates a grid filled with smiles and happy moments that we love to look back on. A Twitter feed of life observations and a Facebook timeline of curated content that shares our story.
But that is never the whole story.
I didn’t think that I would ever be writing the statement ‘I have breastfed for a year’. In fact I am somewhat shocked that breastfeeding is something I have been able to do for a year. Physically and managing it having being back in a full time job for over 2 months.
I wished I had purchased a battery breast pump, it is amazing how requiring a plug to be able to pump really restricts you. The amount of time I have ended up hand expressing in bathrooms as the office I am in doesn’t have a meeting room that doesn’t have glass windows – great for airiness, terrible for privacy!
Breastfeeding has definitely been a journey for me. A fairly easy journey for the most part but at the start I didn’t expect to be saying that.