One of ‘those’ days

You know when your day ends with you lying face down on the floor in your kids room ignoring the carnage that is bedtime that it has been one of ‘those’ days.

Now ‘those’ days often start with the same contributing factors, a crapy night with one or more of the kids, the hubby getting up and going to work super early and it being close to the end of term. These are the days that seriously test every patient bone in your body, the day when you actually look at the kids and question your life choices, the day that never ends!

Today was one of those days for me, today was a day that little G tested everything, if I left the room he whinged, if I was in the room he whinged, at breakfast he whinged, at lunchtime he whinged – he just whinged all day. It was exhausting, one of those days when you put all the washing on the clothes airer and the baby takes them off, when by 12noon the baby has had three changes of clothes due to explosions of the nappy kind and you are still in your athletic wear…

…side note. I wear gym clothes to do the school run when we have totally over slept as they are the easiest to put on, I do not go to the gym! Dam you clock change!!…

A day when you are so frustrated that you don’t know what’s wrong with your baby that you feel like a complete waste of space and yes, I’m not ashamed to say have a little cry. Today I put little G in his cot, went to the loo and actually shut the door, today I held my head in my hands whilst my baby scrambled to get to my legs, today was a bad day. The turning point of the day? I Finally strap the screaming over tired baby into the pram to walk up to school to get the big kids, I slam the door, I have forgotten my keys and the heavens open… bad day just got laughable. And so you laugh, you push your grumpy baby to the yard, you pretend that you’ve had a good day and you are all smiles and full of enthusiasm when your two other children come running out. You do this as tomorrow is another day, these hard days are sent not to test you, but to remind you that you are human and that the rough goes with the smooth. To remind you that today was hard but your day was easier than someone else’s and that that whingy little thing is one of three of the best things that ever happened to you.

And, if you were to have one of ‘those’ days, breathe, sit down, get a takeaway, a gin in the tin and roll with it.

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When you get in a funk…

Sometimes, just sometimes life can feel just a little bit blurgh. As I sit in a Ballet waiting room after a scooter filled school pick up and a close encounter with a table matt, I can finally sit quietly and think (bar the screaming kids in the background!)

You will notice that I have been a little absent on this’ol blog for a while, it’s really because I haven’t had anything to say or time to say it! Baby number three has been a shock to the system, it’s chaos and I love it but I would be lying if I didn’t say that having even less time for ‘me’ has been hard. Hence, why this may become a ‘blog whilst in a waiting room blog!’

I have had to have some serious chats with myself lately about what I want to be doing with my time, as many of you are aware we also started a business and opened a shop a month before the arrival of little G… we like to keep busy. I currently work one whole day in the shop doing the number bits and all my other time is spent with little G and the occasional Master R between nursery sessions. The result of this is that I am craving some alone time and some time to be creative. Our shop is a carpet and flooring shop and don’t get me wrong I can get creative with the flooring and I do enjoy the window dressing but I feel like I am not using the best part of me – the part that thrives on ideas and planning and just being a bit of a Monica. (Numbers are most definitely not m, give me all the pretty things!)

Is this something that happens to everybody? Do you get to a point when you give so much of your self to everybody else that you forget how to be you? And how do you start to get you back without being less or giving less to everyone else?!?! You can see my predicament!

And soo we get to the point (As you can see the rambling ability hasn’t diminished over my blogging break!!) I am going to try and make a conscious effort to write more, to interact more on here and to spend a lot less time watching Friends on Netflix. There may also be a new blog, but let’s not get carried away!

Tips on getting yourself back on a postcard please x

What the books don’t say…

I have been a mum of three for just over two months now… its going well, we are all still alive! After a mum lunch today and a conversation about baby books it got me a’thinking, when I was first pregnant 6 years ago (OMG!) I don’t think there was as big a focus on baby books and mum blogs as there is now, I feel like now you are completely bombarded with information and ‘insta’ pics on impending motherhood and the few weeks post baby exit. So when I was preggo I read/scanned the obligatory ‘What to Expect When Your Expecting’ although felt that naivety was my friend going into labour! I can’t help however thinking that in hindsight and three babies later they missed a few things out…

Pre Baby
You know, when your excited, tired and scared all at the same time. The clothes are neatly folded in the drawers with the baby soap to make them smell all baby. The nappies and wipes have a neat box to be stored in and the nappy bin is ready and lined.

The Pillow
In all baby books past and present I’m sure they will mention the pillow, in later pregnancy this pillow is a godsend and will help
your ever growing body get comfortable enough to get some sleep (that is until you need to wee for the 3
rd time that night) and they really are useful. What they don’t mention in the baby book is that this said pillow will become your best friend, your lover, your safety crutch, it will replace your husband and once that baby comes out you will not want to let it go. It will become a sore point between you and your partner and he will wonder ‘why’ ‘oh why’ ‘is that bloody pillow between us still’ So be warned you may gave a little human but you will mourn the best pillow you have ever had…until the next time!!!

Post Baby
You know, when your excited, tired and scared all at the same time. You’re not sure what time, let alone day it is, every person on your street has seen, your boobs, your belly and nothing but your PJ’s for at least a month. The baby clothes are all over the house as you never imagined that someone so small could produce so much washing, the soap has bloody disappeared (probably eaten by the toddler) you will never be able to find wipes when you need them and you have a nappy pile in at least three locations around the house.

1.       The Rouge Smell
Your sense of smell goes into overdrive and everytime you leave the house you will be able to smell some sort of bloodily fluid – sick on the shoulder is a winner!

2.       The Ungrateful Baby
You will spend money on classes to take said newborn to, they will sleep or cry their way through a whole session and you will feel exhausted due to all the ‘im ok, im so sorry, he’s usually really good’ smiles you will dish out. FYI no one is bothered as much as you – most other mums are just so pleased it’s not them this time!

3.       The Opinions
Everyone will have an opinion, people will ask, How are you feeding? Are they sleeping? How much do they weigh? Are they good? Don’t worry this will subside – no one asks me how I feed my 6 year old anymore?! Just smile and nod.

4.       When you Breastfeed you don’t have periods
THIS IS A LIE… ok so I could have googled it, assumptions can leave you disappointed.

5.       The Lazy’s
You will find an all new love and appreciation for lazy clothes, the elasticated waistband of dreams. These will be on as soon as you know you’re not leaving the house again that day… 10am? 5pm?

6.       Bath Toys
Ok so this comes a little later but they don’t not prepare you for the level of unnecessary hatred you will feel towards the bath toys… the manky old water, the slimy figures and the fact that you too will bathe with Peppa Pigs boat.

7.       Bedtime Avoidance
This may include but not be limited to, I’m thirsty, I need a drink, I need a wee, I’m scared of the dark, my teddy is sad, I had a bad dream (not actually been to sleep) my legs are dead, my arms are dead, my belly hurts, I need a poo, teddy needs a poo, I’m just not tired (2 mins later fast asleep!)

8.       The Post bedtime tidy up
You may think that your evening will begin as soon as the little cherubs are tucked into bed… wrong. Now begineth the nuclear clean up of what seems like every bloody toy known to man off the floor. The pasta sauce off the table and the mornings rouge cherios off the floor… and then relax(ish)

And last but not least…
7.
   The Baby Daddy
The mystical creature will wonder at the gift you have given him, for at least a week. He will then say really useful things like the words literally just shouted at me by Dan from the other room…

“Did you know that having sex once a week slows down the aging process”

In my opinion sex gives you children, we have three and I’m pretty sure they have definitely sped up my aging process!

The Three Omigos
aka Little G the boob magnet, Little Miss S the diva and Master R the loveable rouge

I googled it…

So it happened, I became a mother of three little cherubs. Joining Little Miss S and Master R is Little G, born/evicted nearly two weeks ago he has been settling himself into our world. By far my most chilled out baby he eats, sleeps and poo’s – I’m sure in an attempt to avoid his big brother and sister ‘playing’ with him he stays asleep for as long as he can, although can often be found wide awake at 1am!

So, with Little G being my third child I thought I had this kid thing figured out, turns out maybe not! You forget a lot – it’s only been 3 years since Master R was a newborn but everything seems new and scary again. Whilst in hospital I was labelled the experienced mother, in reality I was just more aware of what happens when you go home and had the confidence to ask more questions. Why has it taken me to have three children to finally ask a midwife how to breastfeed properly and to refuse to go home as I felt rushed? In reflection why didn’t I ask these questions after little miss s? I suppose I was young, in massive shock and above all stubborn to prove I could do this – in reality I was super scared, naive and embarrassed that a s**t-sneeze was an actually reality after horrific tearing, I could have done with a little of my new found confidence, to just step back and ask why had I teared? how do I hand express? and why is it soo hard? With Master R I still didn’t ask – this time round I faced the whole new birthing experience that was a C-Section, and let me tell you that is not easy! No pain beforehand makes you feel slightly freaked out and questioning whether the crinkled little newborn actually came from you (cue the baby blues!!) and the debilitating pain afterward I was not prepared for – and the pants… I’m still wondering how I got pregnant again after the size of the pants!!

As I said third time around I feel so much more in control (well, we all know Little G is the boss but hey!) if I don’t understand something or don’t want to do something I won’t – If my nipples bleed when I feed then I won’t do it, I won’t struggle through – the other two were bottle fed and they are not less intelligent or more prone to colds and the only thing that is going to make them obese in later life is a love for McDonalds, NOT the fact they were bottle fed!

Don’t be fooled though – I definitely do not have this parenting thing down, Little G is 11 Days old and I have googled something every day, here is a little list of the late night googlings of a new mum – first baby, third baby we are all in this together…

How long can you leave a catheter in for?
baby sleeps a lot
Will my tummy be tender after a C-Section?
Trapped wind after a C-Section
Should my feet swell up whilst wearing hospital stockings?
How long should you wear compression stockings after a C-Section?
My baby doesn’t wake up to feed
How often should a newborn feed?
How often should I breastfeed my newborn?
How much does a newborn sleep?
Unique personalised gifts (push pressie!!)
How many ml should a newborn drink?
How to tell if your newborn is getting enough milk
Is my baby feeding and growing well?
Baby is really lethargic
Difference between regular sleepiness and a problem
Game of Thrones character list (new boxset obsession of Dans!)
Breastfeeding pain
Hard lumps in breastfeeding boobs
One week old baby with sticky eye
How to treat sticky eyes in newborns
When breastfeeding should you wear a bra to bed?
Newborn growth spurts
Baby only feeds for a few minutes

So reading through all of the above I think it’s safe to say I am actually a mental case… thanks kids!

Welcome to the Thompsons Little G xx

A day like today…

like butter wouldn’t melt…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


I know I have been massively absent from this here little blog for a while but my life recently really has been a little eat, sleep, repeat. With two kids and a new shop it’s all been a bit crazy and not really at all noteworthy… and then today happens and I feel it requires documenting.

I feel like I need to set the scene – So I’m pregnant, like super pregnant and the boy has chicken pox, which in itself is a bit of a nightmare but last night and today was like my late baptism into motherhood. After a restless night before, last night Dan and I decided that he would sleep on the sofa and I would sleep in our bed with Master R, the spot monster…note to self the sofa is always the better option!

The night began with Master R well and truly ruling the roost – the pillows weren’t right, I was on the wrong side of the bed, then the wrong end and then the itching began and the moaning and rolling around. We finally got to sleep only to be awoken by something that looked like Dawn of the Dead, Master R had picked his nose and started a full on nose bleed. It was 3am and after an hour of nose whipping and blood splatter he finally went back to sleep – ok so it was on a bed with blood on but the spotty beast slept! Now if I wasn’t super pregnant I probably would have changed the sheets at 3am, it turns out that would have been a waste of time as round two commenced at 6.30am – blood dripping down his poor little face. So, I’m dealing with Master R and in walks little miss s… covered in sick! Oh the joy, the pure joy of deciding which bodily fluid I would clean up first – for those wondering, yes Dan is still on the sofa!

And a sick day for both kiddos began – we watched A LOT of telly and then they played and bickered their way through the day. We only had one real melt down when S head-butted R  – cue tears from everyone, I’m not sure why I was crying but it felt good!

Finally they went to bed, Dan tucked them in whilst I fitted in some work in preparation for the relaxing bath I was going to reward myself with. It goes quiet, I run the bath, pour in the posh bubbles, light the candles find the acoustic playlist and exhale. As I step into the bath for my hour of quiet and bliss the door suddenly crashes open and in comes a very awake Master R, slapping my bare bum and settling himself down for a chat. As Dan is out I decide to just leave him there, so my relaxing bath is interrupted, then filled with bath toys, he named my boobs John and Frida and then he decides that he needs a poo. Out the bath I get to wipe the little buggers bum, I leave the room to swill it out and on my return the little demon has blown out my friggin candles…

Guess what – he is still up and I’m sleeping on the sofa tonight!

100% mum

And so just like that I left the rat race. It all came to ahead when I realised that I was trying to do two jobs and I wasn’t doing either of them very well. The constant guilt from leaving the kids but also from staying at home – I felt guilty for myself and for my ambitions, should I just set these to one side for a while until I am no longer required as a 100% mum? The funny thing is that I don’t think the 100% mum requirement ever goes away – I still need my mum, ok not 100% of the time but seriously if I ring her I want her to pick up the phone, so maybe it is ALL of the time FOREVER!!

Taking a step back from work has been amazing, I am so grateful for Dan for pretty much working harder so that I can be there to take and pick up little miss s from school and to be able to have the opportunity to go to class assembly and volunteer for reading group (ok so this may never happen but at least I could!) When I say take a step back I mean stay at home – I am still working but more on my terms, I save time as I don’t need to drive to work, chat over lunch or stay until the clock strikes 5. I finish when I finish the jobs I need to do – this maybe at 3pm or it could go on well into the night once the munchkins are in bed, but it means I get to be present at tea time and on the playground. Weirdly its something I didn’t think would ever bother me – I love working, I found that after having little miss s I was desperate to go back to work and rediscover ‘me’ to go back to ‘normal’ and I did, but in finding me I lost a little of my drive. I have never really had a ‘career’ I have waited tables, sold accidental death insurance, pulled pints, account managed and taught computer packages – a very random and eclectic mix of things that never really floated my boat. Then I became a mum and it has been the one job that I enjoy, ok there are bad days and worse than that days but in general as soon as the kids go to bed and you have cleared up the carnage of the day and all being well there have been no trips to A&E then you have done a good job, when you kiss them goodnight and they are safe you have done a good job, everytime they smile its like a little tap on the back (sorry that sounds so corny!!…I’m drinking mulled wine can that be an excuse?!)

The fact that little miss s started school in September helped in making this decision, who knew that school was such a pain in the arse?! I naively thought that it would just hugely save me money on childcare…oh no because school starts later and finishes early, like 3.20pm early. I was used to dropping off at 8.30am and picking up at 5.30pm, I know a mammoth day for the kids but it was manageable for me and I could fit everything in. Then Bam September happened and I couldn’t drop off early or pick up late, add to that the fact that both kids needed to go to different locations and every morning was like mission impossible. I can safely say that in the few weeks that I did this two drop off in different locations in different directions I only got it wrong once – I was sat in the car one morning at work wondering why I was so early… yep Master R was still in the back and nope kids aren’t really allowed at work!! That day was not a great day!

Added to the logistics of school is the fact that it occurs EVERYDAY – of course I knew this, but I didn’t really think it through. Everyday we have to be on time, organised, dressed and awake – I am not awake everyday. Kids seem that have this amazing ability to wake up 2-3 times in the night and still rise like spring chickens the next morning, I do not, I am like some sort of disorientated zombie who has kidnapped some questionably dressed children and made it to the school yard in a stroke of pure luck, on time! (side note: we live like a stones throw from the school and we can still be late!)

But never fear its half term now… a whole week at home with the kids at the end of the month so with little funds and I think its going to rain…

And so the newest Thompson Family adventure begins, the world of working from home, the world of working with the husband, the world of being 100% mum!!!!!!

Birthday Munckins

100% not ready to have this many candles!!

emotional beginnings

And so a break my silence!

Sorry I have been a little MIA, life has become a bit of a distraction – by which I mean I totally haven’t had time to sit down, glass of wine, chocolate, James Bay and my laptop for a good’ol brain dump. Well tonight you lucky things I am well overdue a good brain fart…

Today was a beginning of a very new chapter for us and it feels only fitting that my break in silence is to talk about the whole reason I started this blog nearly 4 years ago. The reason for all my ramblings and continuous mum fails – the reason why and how I have become the mum I am today.

Today Little miss s started school – cue teary eyes and a sunglass wearing school run! She is only just 4 and whilst she was getting ready at 6.30am this morning and forgetting to put on her skirt it dawned on me that this is it my little miss s is growing up, becoming independent (ok bar me pointing out that she needs to cover her pants in public) and starting out on this very exciting journey for the main part by herself. I really didn’t know how I was going to feel today, the run up to the whole ‘starting big school’ has been a looong one – it started last September in pre-school and our daily walks past ‘big school’. If I am really honest with myself I think that ever since that first day last September I have known this day would come but never actually thought it would (I know makes no sense!!.. normal service as resumed!)

And so she went, within a space of an hour getting ready this morning I felt so many emotions, emotions that I really do think define the mum/person that little miss s has turned me into…

Fear – what if she doesn’t like it? What if she falls over and needs me?
Annoyance – It was 6.30am and she was parading around the house in her shirt, pants and shoes!
Anger – at myself for maybe not making her last week with me and master R more special – we went to Sainsbury’s and Co-op, pretty much it.
Sadness – what am I going to do without my little sidekick
Relief – ah the things I am going to get done without my little sidekick
Impatience – seriously, I was ready to pick her up at 2.30pm clock watching

And most of just Pride – so much pride at the little girl that she has become, the fact that at only just 4 she strode into that school on her own with no fears just excitement, that at the end of the day she casually strode out as if this was normal (I was kinda hoping for a big emotional reunion!) but most of all that she is who she is and she is happy with that. I know she’s only 4 but it’s a bloody good start.

Congratulations to all the other school starters this week, kids, mums teachers and young siblings who miss you like crazy!

little miss in school  little miss in school

mums the word…

Today I had a fab day – I was awoken by the munchkins at a latest ever record time of 7.20am, lets hope this is the end of the 5.30am starts! My lovely husband then took them downstairs so I could have a mothers day lie in until the smell of bacon was wafted upstairs and breakfast was served.

I then said goodbye to the boys as they were off to visit the Bristol lot and little miss s and I were off to my mums for the day and to get there on time I finally got to use my Christmas preset from Dan – my scooter! My two wheeled, flashing stick of death… at one point little miss s turned around and asked why my scooter was so slow, but we made it in one piece and settled in for a lovely day with my mum, my sister, little miss n and my grandmother, we were four generations, three generations of mums with the lady responsible for it all at the head of the table.

I have written before about my mothers day experiences here and here now that I’m a mum but I wanted to take a moment today to tell you a little bit about my mum – or Alpha Mum as I like to call her!

My mum is the bomb – ok so everyone thinks that but she really is. She is the person I go to when I need to get away from daily life and she is the person who sends me home again when I need to get back to it!! She will never turn away my little family and we can often be found ‘popping’ in at tea time (result!) and when we needed somewhere to live she was moving furniture to make room before we had even asked! Since having children we have become a lot closer, as a teenager I think its safe to say I was a little ‘challenging’ I was nicknamed Kevin by the parents, probably because I only really grunted at them for about 2 years, and then I went off to University where I was miserable. I would ring home and just take out all my frustration on mum with most phone calls ending in a ‘arggh Whatever’ and slamming the phone down, but she was worried and I was away from home. Now being a mum I can totally understand the conversations that we had and how frustrating I must have been.. I finally get it and man I hope little miss s doesn’t take after me!!

As I sat in front of the fire this afternoon and watched her take time out from looking after us all to have a cwtch and chat with my little girl – it made me so grateful for all the lessons she has taught me, how through her actions and the way she has brought up myself, my sisters and brother she has shown us how to love and be loved. She has taught us right from wrong, to not just follow the crowd and to always be true to what we believe. I am forever grateful for every sacrifice that she made for me and the ones she continues to make, for the time I spend with her and for the amazing Nin she is to my two munchkins. We really did hit the jackpot with our mum – thank you for the memories, the roast dinners, the chats, the tears, the tantrums, the laughs, the rows, the cwtch’s, the advice, the pancakes, the hot-water bottles, the prosecco, the cups of tea, the fairy lights, the phone calls, the random smiley faces, the drop in calls, the babysitting, the treating your 30yr old daughter with new clothes, the smiles, everything, thank you for everything and more.

Happy Mothers Day to all you mums out there, it really is the best and most rewarding job on the planet x

mum

my mum xx

time is a funny thing

So in the last installment of everything ketchup you were introduced the little miss N, I explained her condition and let you all know that my very talented sister would be creating a print to sell in aid of the British Heart Foundation, the funny thing is that this was now a little while ago…

I am very pleased and proud to announce that my sister has finally hit the ‘where does the time go, what have I done today’ stage of motherhood. In all her new mum naivety and excitement she announced she was doing these prints and so the blog was written (ok, eventually!) the coffee morning we planned has been and gone and alas still no print! Little miss N had a cold and then she needed a bum change and then she was just plain grumpy and with smug smile I am pleased to say it has taken K a little longer than expected to create and print this little masterpiece!

She finally gets why for 3 ½ years I have been running around like a headless chicken and why getting up ½ hour before you have to leave is a thing of the past. In our house every morning little miss s must wake way too early (so in reality we have plenty of time) have her first ‘end of the world’ meltdown, get dressed, get undressed, put her tutu on, take her tutu off, get dressed, have breakfast, finish my breakfast, take her socks off, brush her hair, clean her teeth, attempt another tutu change, put on her coat, put on her shoes, take off her shoes, put on her socks, put on her shoes and FINALLY leave the house. Then comes the walk to school… every curb MUST be walked on and we must wait until the road is completely clear (thankfully there is only one road!). Ah the fun she has to come!!

And so, I am pleased to be able to finally reveal the fab print she has designed, these will be a limited edition with only 50 being produced and once they are gone they are gone. They are designed and screen printed with metallic gold ink and a blush pink by K, it is not framed but the print size will fit an Ikea frame which is always useful!

If you would like to order a print please do not hesitate to get it touch with me or K (if you know her!) and I’m afraid that mail orders will be subject to a small postage charge (only Royal Mail!)

‘Heart of Gold’ Limited Edition Charity Print £25

print 1 heart-of-gold (3 of 7) heart-of-gold (6 of 7) print nols

As mentioned ALL money from the sale will be donated to the British Heart Foundation.

matters of the heart x

150 – this is my 150th Blog post, in this little world of kids, babies, tantrums, husbands, work, family, holidays, wonky faces and not so wonky faces, friends, dreams, memories and prosecco, lots of prosecco!

I wanted to use this post, this milestone to write a little something about someone very special to me. I have written in great detail about little miss s and master r well now they have a little sidekick, id like you to meet little miss N…

Little miss N is my niece, she is a little bundle of smiles and chat – her big blue eyes stare at you and you cannot help but melt (also, ok master r has been hard work but dam she makes me broody!) mind you she’s a little diva, she has this wonderful ‘you think I’m doing that?’ down the nose face and she has well and truly mastered the ‘shit up your back’ nappy! She is my twin sisters first daughter and which by default makes her my second daughter-ish, it’s a difficult relationship to explain and a relationship that was proved in her very first few days. As I mentioned, she is my twins daughter, now my twin is a diva and a bit of a drama queen so it is only natural that little miss N would follow suit!

The first time I met her she was only a few hours old and to be fair I was just happy that K was ok and that she looked like crap (I know that’s really mean, but you have to look like that – you’ve just given birth) she had joined this very special club they call parenthood and I couldn’t have been more proud. Now the second time I saw little miss N she was relaxing under a sunbed with some fetching goggles demanding the attention of all around (yep definitely my sisters daughter!). This thing called parenthood starts with a bang and you can never be prepared for what it throws at you, if your lucky like me and dan you stumble through with poo on your hands and sick over everything and three ours of crying is the worst it will be.

Now little N’s parents really did have a shock, for the little madame had to be admitted back into hospital at 2 days old after a series of ‘episodes,’ K and J had to make a call – they didn’t know what newborn babies were supposed to do or not, they didn’t know what was ‘normal’ because nothing is normal after the event. They made a call, the right call and her episodes were investigated over a week – they stayed by her bedside, they watched her, they held her and they fed her. They became a family, the way in which every family becomes a team – yet they did it in hospital surrounded by wires, nurses and a little sunbathing wired up little miss N. Now I said I was proud of my sister after the birth – I was, but that was nothing compared to the pride and admiration I felt for her when I visited them in hospital and she was there, had been there for days, was feeding her baby herself, was not only in control of the situation but was in control of her family (she had sent J for coffee!) – she was a Mum. That night I went home and held onto my babies thankful that I was a mum and that I have been lucky enough never to be in that situation.

So a little bit about that coffee boy… ok so he didn’t just get the coffee. When K was feeding he was on hand to fetch drinks, hold leads and wind his little girl, when both his girls were sleeping he was watching over them and when they told him to go home, he said no. This little girl needed her dad as much as her mum and I know for a fact that her mum needed him more than ever before and he was there for every step.

And it turns out that, yes little miss N is special – not just because she has my nose (seriously, random!) but because she has been diagnosed with a condition called Wolff Parkinson White Syndrome (WPW) now I could get all technical on you and go into long explanations about the orthodromic atrioventricular re-entrant tachycardia (yep check me! Ok so totally copied and pasted that!) but in a nutshell it means that little miss N’s heart sometimes goes a little nuts, the beats per minute can raise and this is not a good thing. To counteract this she is on medicine daily to ensure that her heart remains steady, K and J have to take her heart rate daily and she will see specialists periodically for the foreseeable future. This syndrome is a sly little bugger and can go undetected for years – many just think thy are having a panic attack as the symptoms could be confused, light-headedness, dizziness, shortness of breathe and palpitations to name a few. The fact that little miss N has been diagnosed so young is a testament to her parents, they knew what was not normal for their 2 day old baby girl – it proves the whole ‘trust your gut’ theory.

So little miss N has a heart condition, it will not define who she is, her Mum and Dad will make sure of that – I am also pretty certain that she is going to have her very own personal bodyguard in master r when they grow up (seriously the boy is a beast!) But matters of the heart can affect anybody – just this year as well as little miss N’s diagnosis my Granddad underwent a triple heart bypass. You never know what is round the corner so to help raise a little bit of money my sister will be creating a print to sell with all proceeds being donated to the British Heart Foundation. The money that we can raise will directly go to fund research projects to better understand how to diagnose, prevent, treat and cure heart disease.

Sooo, put your hand on your chest, feel your heart beat? – Now, hand in pocket please!!!!… well not quite yet, blog with print visuals and order details is to follow shortly!

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our little miss N

Nols Family

one plus two makes three xxx