Hayley spotted a bargain

Hayley spotted a bargain yesterday. She loves a bargain. Walking past the local charity shop she spotted a book she'd been thinking of buying on the internet: "Baby and Toddler Meal Planner" by Annabel Karmel.

In the charity shop it was £1.29. She couldn't pass that up. Knowing that other new Mums also walked past the shop on the way to their favourite local coffee haunt - and not wanting to miss out - she turfed up early this morning and was waiting outside the doors before the shop was open.

She is sitting reading it right now, with the slightly self-satisfied look of a woman who bagged herself a bargain.

BBC NEWS | World | Americas | Baby found in bag in Brazil lake

BBC NEWS | World | Americas | Baby found in bag in Brazil lake

I can't (or daren't) imagine how this little girl ended up in a plastic bag, let alone a river, but at least there was a happy(ish) ending. The last I saw of the little girl she was being cradled in the arms of a nurse in a Brazilain hospital. The authorities were seeking the mother.

BBC NEWS | Science/Nature | Stark warning over climate change

BBC NEWS | Science/Nature | Stark warning over climate change

Another very worrying report about the possible rate of global warming.

In my head I am hearing an older Oliver asking "What did you do in the battle against global warming Daddy?".

Sunday rituals

Me and Oliver in Room 311

Although Hayley and I can no longer enjoy a lie-in on a Sunday morning before listening to the Archers on the radio then wandering off for Sunday lunch or just choosing to lounge around reading the papers, some parts of our Sunday rituals have managed to survive.

This morning Hayley went to church while I popped to B&Q. (After all, DIY is the alternative religion to most Britons as far as I can see, though not mine!). Afterwards we met up in Room 311 for a coffee and to read the Sunday papers for a few minutes. Hayley had an Americano, I had a filter coffee and Oliver opted for his milk.

We had a great hour in there. Oliver has been in a fantastic mood all day. Funnily I'd been thinking how he seemed a bit quiter this week, but all weekend he has chatted away at every opportunity. And he has laughed so much. He has also taken to grabbing my face and squeezing it which is just the most adorable and funny feeling. I can't say I'd be laughing if anyone else pulled me by the lip whilst sticking their fingers up my nose!

BBC - Parenting - TV and radio - Child of Our Time

BBC - Parenting - TV and radio - Child of Our Time

This is a great series on the BBC following a number of children as they grow up, looking at their environment, upbringing, family background and medical/genetic factors to analyse why they behave the way they do.

The only problem with it is that it is on just as we are putting Oliver to bed and we don't always get round to watching our recordings of it.

"Child of Our Time" is on Sunday evenings at 8pm.

All wrapped up with somewhere to go

Hayley took Oliver out in his buggy today. It was a cold day so he was well wrapped up against the elements. He wore his matching hat, mitts and blanket knitted by his Nanny (my Mum).

We've had a few rough nights this week as Oliver has had a cold. He seems to be on the mend now.

He is sleeping through the night but sometimes wakes up and after much coaxing we usually manage to prompt a burp from him and he goes back to sleep.

He has been on solid food all week. Just one small amount each day, served mid-morning. Hayley makes baby rice and mixes in a little cooked apple, pear or swede: one new taste per day. I had the pleasure of feeding him yesterday. He loved it! It was a very messy but fun experience for both of us.

17 pounds 3 ounces

Oliver was weighed today by the nurse. At 17 pounds and 3 ounces he is just under the 75th percentile for his age.

We haven't got official measurements for his head size or height this time. It would be interesting to know as I suspect he still has a large head (previously measured as above 91st percentile) and I have previously measured him as being in the 98th percentile for his height.

Having said that, a friend at work became a father for the second time about 6 weeks after Oliver was born. His son has now overtaken Oliver in terms of weight and is off the scale of the charts used to say what percentile your child is in. Maybe they need updating for our fast-evolving offsrping.

Harder than a Rubik cube

I never liked Rubik cubes. I guess I never had the patience. I couldn't see the attraction in spending all that time putting something into order for no other purpose than the ordering itself. I mean, why on earth would I be doing that if I could be playing my guitar and writing songs instead!

But these last few days I've been reminded of such puzzles. Any kind of puzzle in fact where getting one piece in the right place seems to cause another piece to pop out of its right position.

Last night and tonight (touch wood!) we seem to have had a small breakthrough putting Oliver to bed. The improvement seems to be down to giving him his number one toy, "Julien", when he goes to bed. He grabs him, bites his nose and sucks his ears and is generally calmed by having him there with him.
Julien


But having achieved that small step forward, he has started (this week) waking around 5.30am and crying. This morning he did so repeatedly until 7am when he seemed to be wide awake after only nine and half hours sleep, so we had to get up.

On top of this, we have started to give him a little food, but after Hayley carried out some more research today in Borders, we are wondering whether this is the right thing to do after all. Apparently, starting him too early could increase the chance of him suffering from allergies.

And now he has just this second woken up crying after less than two hours sleep! Rubik cube? Simple!

First "solid" food!

Oliver "Two Spoons" Townley

Today Oliver tried his first solid food. He has been showing signs of wanting solid food: watching us eat, imitating us and so on. So today we tried him on a tiny portion of baby rice.

He absolutely loved it! He got really excited, smiling and kicking his feet in anticipation of the next spoonful.

We had wanted to hold out until at least 20 weeks (preferably 26 weeks) before feeding him, but at just under 20 weeks he is drinking all his 9.5 ounce bottle (sometimes more) and is quite a big boy!

Hmmmmm, this is good Mummy!

All gone.

A plea for help!

Can anyone tell me why our son hates going to bed so much? He cries... Every, Single, Night!

He's only four and a half months and we try hard to give him a nice "wind down" before bedtime, but despite this he wails every night. Often he just refuses to be put down into the cot and cries to be held and for the lights to be put back on. It doesn't matter whether he's tired or not, he will still complain. It's like he has learned to hate his bedtime. Is this possible? Can anyone tell me what might help, please?!

It's been like this for perhaps a month, maybe longer (it feels MUCH longer) and it is really starting to get to me down. Last night our entire evening was made up of getting him to go to sleep.

So if anyone has any pearls of wisdom, please share them here.

Shoppping can be fun

Oliver enjoys the ride in his Tesco shopping trolley. He is wearing his Manchester United kit over the top of his babygrow.

BBC NEWS | Health | Large rise in infant sofa deaths

BBC NEWS | Health | Large rise in infant sofa deaths

It seems that despite a generally good record for cutting cot deat in this country, there are still some people who aren't getting the advice.

Laughing boy

First the mundane (but essential) stuff. Despite getting a bit overtired and crying while getting changed for bed, Oliver went to bed quietly and has been asleep for 35 minutes without a murmur. (Sadly he was flat out when he went into his cot rather than awake - despite my best efforts to talk to him and blow on him - but at least he was happy after his bottle.)

What I really wanted to record was the fact that he laughs at the oddest things. It's impossible to know why. I continually make up daft songs for him to keep him entertained as I hold him up in front of me when he gets sick of sitting or lying. His current favourite is the following:
"You are my little son,
You weigh a metric tonne.
Oh me, oh my,
Did you eat all the pies?"
He can be ignoring me completely but when I sing this he looks straight at me and laughs.

The other sure-fire chuckle-starter at the moment is to hold him in the air, smell his nappy region, then say "Poooooo smell-yyy!"

Hayley took him to Weightwatchers tonight where they stayed on after the weigh-in for the lecture. Oliver sat on her knee, well behaved. But when the lecturer told her audience "you need to cut down on alcohol", he laughed out loud, causing much mirth in the room. The fact Hayley was tickling him to keep him (and her) amused may also have contributed to his giggles.

Support Network

It's so great to see that Hayley has made so many supportive friends through having Oliver. The other morning, after a rough night with Oliver, she rang fellow new-Mum Dawn who spent some time exploring how we might improve things. Later in the day she left a message to say she hoped everything was going OK and generally just being supportive and wanting to cheer Hayley up.

Similarly, another friend Sarah popped in to see how she was doing. And when Hayley didn't turn up to Baby Club, Vicky sent a text to see how she was doing and Clare sent one saying she hoped Oliver had slept a bit better for us.

I know she feels good about having all these contacts and that having Oliver has expanded her social network in a way that has enhanced the enjoyment she has gained from becoming a Mum. For my part I am just so grateful that she has found such supportive friends. It means a lot to me, especially when I am trapped at work in the archtypal bread-winner role, unable to come home and offer support myself.

Out of the blue... a perfect night!

So, after Saturday's horrendous experience we decided that we were going to try giving Oliver as much love and attention as he needs to get him to go to sleep. Some late-night reading on Saturday night seemed to indicate that leaving him to cry is not recommended at this age - even though I've come across plenty of parents who have done so - and frankly anything would be preferable to seeing him so distressed while not being sure it's the right thing to do.

And if he needs a dummy to go to sleep at night, so be it. Hopefully he will go to sleep and then sleep through and not need it in the night. There are certainly going to be times when he isn't going to go to sleep without it and his distress without it can't be helping him learn that bedtime is a happy, safe time.

So last night (Sunday) we prepared ourselves for a possible long night, particularly as during the day he had shown signs of being a bit under the weather, possibly an earache as he kept rubbing his ear and had been out in the buggy in the morning. In the afternoon he wouldn't even take a nap with the help of his dummy. So we gave him some Calpol. He finally fell asleep and slept for two hours. This put his feed back by an hour and half.

He was rather grizzly from about 7.15pm and Hayley played with him for an hour to keep him happy. Eventually he started to show signs of tiredness around 8.20 so we took him upstairs to put him to bed. We also gave him Calpol again.

He didn't want much of his milk but after several pauses and getting wind up he managed 7 ounces. He was drowsy by this point but Hayley made sure he was awake when she put him down in his cot. By the light of our mobile phones we could see him as he lay there quietly looking up at us. After a few moments we left the room.

To our delight he then went straight to sleep without a murmur! And to my surprise he didn't wake and cry before we went to bed about an hour later.

This morning I woke at 5.45am. I heard him make a tiny sound on the monitor but he didn't wake. I slept fitfully after that, half expecting him to wake.

Finally at 8am we got up. He had made it right through the night without waking and after going to bed without complaint! It was a great feeling just to know that he could do that.

Of course, I'm wondering now whether the Calpol played a part, but if it's just paracetamol then surely it shouldn't make any difference except to take away any pain?

If I can just start to believe this is the start of him sleeping through more I can start sleeping better myself and not lie there waiting for him to wake.