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My baby Love is Turning 1

Yup! my most awaited dream is turning one soon. 

Time has been spiralling way too fast!. I remember this time last year struggling to walk due to my huge stomach. I ballooned to 11.8 stone (almost 70 kilos if not more than 70 kilos 😆) from my tiny frame of 7 stone during pregnancy. I enjoyed it a lot, I ate way too much and fulfilled every food cravings I had. My husband was very supportive too, or maybe he was just annoyed of me always asking him to buy me this, buy me that, make me this, make me that (food), so he just played along instead of controlling my food intake and arguing with me.

I never thought of how much weight I could gain. I just thought my pregnancy was the best excuse to eat whatever I want, without worrying about getting “big” and losing the waistline. My husband would always say “its okey darling you’re pregnant, eat everything you want and lose weight after” 💪🏼😅. I remember not being able to walk long distances as I was getting closer to my due date. I hated shopping because I was too heavy to walk around the shops, I was limping and struggling. Sometimes I would blame my husband for supporting me on my food cravings, but he never had it. My body, my fault, so it was!. The good thing was my baby didn’t grow big. He was a normal size, born at 6.12lb. The food greed all went to me. At my heaviest, all I wanted was for the baby to come out already so I can be back to normal (what normal am I talking about? 😅).

Because I am a first time mum, I didn’t gave myself a break when it came to foods. If only I knew I would struggle so bad later on, I would have controlled myself well. My knees were hurting too whenever I walk, I felt like I was gonna fall to the ground of pain every time I walk.  My legs was not used of carrying a heavy version of me. If ever I get pregnant again, I know what to do already. Those who are first time mothers out there, who loves eating more than you should, trust me! control it!. Use a lot of stretch mark’s lotion, if you don’t want any of it showing after giving birth. I call it mama’s “love marks”. I have some of it and proud of wearing it. I wouldn’t change my stretch marks for anything else in the world!. I have always wanted a baby and ready for any marks it will cause on my skin. I’m not ashamed at all!.

Since having my baby love, October is now my favourite month, instead of May which is my birth month, 18 is  now my favourite number and 2016, my favourite year (of course). I should buy a lottery ticket already :-).

My boy’s birthday is not going to be extravagant, no big party at all. For me he’s too young be have a birthday party, he will surely have a party once he understand what birthday party is all about (not sure if you’s know what I mean). This time it will only be a family affair.

But……. 

Having a simple celebration doesn’t mean his birthday is going to be boring. Of course I have been planning a long time now for a very good birthday celebration for him. I have waited for him for so long so this turning one year old thing is so special to me. I will still decorate the house like there’s a proper “birthday party”. I will have balloons, birthday cakes and more. We even have a photoshoot set for him on his birthday, which I really wish will turn out right and beautiful. I want his first birthday to be simple and memorable, not just for me and his daddy but for him when he gets older. I want him to know that he is mommy and daddy’s most precious gem of all time!. And that he is loved by everyone in the family and people close to him.

A bit of a side story….. or a bit it of a rant maybe 🙄

Just like most first time mothers do, I tried to document everything on my phone as soon as I found out I was pregnant. From the very first positive PT to my growing tummy, all was well documented on my phone almost on a daily basis (if not hourly). I thought everything was going to be “okay to the highest level” because I saved all my photos/videos to “iCloud”. I would only use digital camera sometimes because phone camera was so much easier and handy, most of all, how can saving everything to iCloud ever go wrong?. Big mistake!. I accidentally dropped my phone to the toilet (yes I’m clumsy at times). It didn’t broke down right away, so I tried saving the photos to another memory stick, to my desktop and other possible external memories, to no avail. The phone cable didn’t connect to any other devices at all, including the new ones I bought just to try saving the pictures.

I had my phone replaced to the tune of £270pounds. Desperate of saving my most precious photos, I went for it!. I was promised that as long as my photos were on iCloud everything should come back!!!!. Nope it never did, not a single picture!. It might sound silly to many, but I got depressed for a good few weeks (up to this time if I’m being honest). How? and why??? why iCloud?? WHHHHYYY???

The only pictures I have now were those that I sent to my family, which I asked them to send everything back to me again. But the thing is, those pictures I sent to them was not even a quarter of the pictures I had on my f*&&$^&$c%^£$%^£$n phone!. When my contract ended, I applied for a new one, using the same phone brand still expecting my photos to come back…… Well, it never did…… and I better end my rant here…. because I could keep going and going and going on for days about this one….

I’ll just say never to that bloody phone again!! not on my next contract!!. I regret ever getting the same phone again… 😀 oh well… life goes on anyways… its just a phone they say… a good bloody expensive one!.

Lesson learned people!…. always save your photos to external memories… thats all! never trust phones….. 🙄

Back to the birthday planning…….

I have been watching youtube and reading blogs/ideas on how to decorate a simple birthday party, and I have quiet a few ideas now. See? this is not going to be boring. I will take pictures to share and give ideas to other parents who are planning a simple birthday party like I do. This is getting me excited and can’t wait to see him turn 1 year old. I know its easy to say and over used but! man! I can’t believe how time flies so fast!. I feel like I just had a few tears days ago when I found out I was pregnant (it feels like it was only yesterday.)

He is 10 months old now and goes to nursery full time from Monday to Thursday. I’ve seen so many developments on him already, nursery is doing good on keeping his developments on the go. He is walking, singing and dancing already, not to mention loves climbing and going to places/areas in the house he is not allowed to go. He loves going out to the park and play at the swing. At first he was scared of the grass, and now won’t let me take him off the grass anymore, he screams and shout 😅. He loves getting a nice bath, and loves water so much, he doesn’t want to get out from the bathroom anymore 😅. He is good to his friends too, and doesn’t mind them when they hit him on the face, lol!. I have noticed as well, that he tries his best to show other people that he is the coolest baby ever by talking, smiling, and never ending saying “heyah” and “Hiiiiiii” to them (my baby is extra friendly). But duh! once we are away tantrums kicks in (like any babies do, I think). He is such a joy to our lives now. Uummm well sometimes a sweet little headache 😅.

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captured by Hubby, one of my favourite photo of all time, the day my baby was born. Unedited and true, but I think my eyebrows are on point. 😅

Anyways, here goes my baby is turning one blog. Many to go, but for now, I hope you enjoy reading this.

Next time on my blog I will share how my baby’s birthday decorations looks like and ideas. I would also love to share how everything went, including his photoshoot!. To mothers having their baby’s birthday as well. Happy birthday to them!. Have a good one, and more birthday candles to blow.

Thanks all!

Cheerrrsss! and have good week ahead!

 

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This is why I started Blogging

First of all, I am now in between writing my last blog post about my Italy trip with my girlfriends and having lunch. But since I can’t find the exact words to finish my travel blog yet, I feel like posting another one in between.

Here I am on my lunch break 30 minutes away until I go back to work (I have one hour). I just finished my hot pot chicken noodle soup and sandwich with butter and smoked sweet and mild cold meat (yummms!).

Its actually moments like this why I decided to have my own blog site, I want to fill up my extra times and share my experiences in life. I’m so done with just sitting around busy doing nothing 🙂 I guess its one of many signs of aging. I don’t mind getting old though, everybody gets old, so we all do. Secondly, when I went through postpartum depression (hmmmm, not as bad as many others), I started looking for something to freshen up my mind rather than wanting to hit my head hard on to the wall (don’t do it at home). Don’t get me wrong, not all women goes through hard times at the beginning of motherhood. Mine was a little different. I love my baby so dearly, but having him colic at the beginning was exhausting.

Colic is a term used for babies who cry 3 or more hours a day 3 times a week. Their face turns red and screams like they are in pain. Mind you, mine was way way worst than that. He managed to cry all day and night long with very little sleep, seven days a week. He lost his voice at some point. It was so hard to calm him down I would end up cying myself.

I had a hard time coping with all his long hours of crying and screaming in pain. I thought I have never seen a baby who cried and screamed like him. I had no idea and never heard of the term “colic” until I had one of my own. This was the time when all I did was read blogs on how to deal with colicky babies and postpartum depression. For 6 weeks (which seemed like forever) I hardly slept at all!. The longest time I might have slept was (maybe) an hour during the day and mostly only about 40 winks at a time during the night if I was lucky. My baby was just not sleeping, he was determined to cry from 8pm until the early hours the next day, and again the whole morning after a very little sleep and again in the afternoon until night time (repeats). It was indeed the most exhausting time of my life (yet precious for having my little big dream).

I was starting to be out of my mind during the time of my postpartum depression. I think I lied to everyone when I said “I was okey”, when deep inside I was not!, I was at my worst. I was too tired, my brain wasn’t functioning the right way 🙂 I was becoming suicidal, the only thing I held on to was the thought of “who will look after my baby if I’m gone” and “if I die, I might hurt my family so bad”. I knew I needed help when I started messaging my sister and my parents that I want to die already. I felt awful, postpartum depression is a no joke!. I was lucky enough that my sister gave me her 2 entire weeks at home to help me look after my baby, just when I was getting at my worst. (FYI, paternity leave of 2 weeks is never enough, why just 2 weeks?? I needed my husband’s help a lot lot more!, but he had to go back to work).

When my hubby was on paternity leave, I had someone to rely on everything, specially caring for the baby. But once he was back to work, things got a bit too hard. He operates a machine that needs enough energy and concentration to be able to function well, or else, he might get into accident. I told him to not worry about the screaming baby at night and just think of getting enough sleep and rest for his work the next day. I didn’t want to bother him at all during the night. Parenthood is indeed a hard work. Thumbs up to all parents out there! who are going through hard times, but getting on so well. I know now how it feels.

Anyways. The night my sister arrived, I went to sleep right away. That was the first time after giving birth that I was able to feel my back on the bed, relaxed and breathing. She watched and dealt with the baby’s screaming all night. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I’d see her holding the baby, feeding and trying to calm him down. I would only fall back to sleep without even knowing, I was too tired and needing many winks so bad. She would sleep during the day and up all night, me, the other way round. Hubby takes his turn once he gets home from work.

When my sister was with me the whole time, all we did was search for blogs/ideas on how to deal with colicky babies. It was her most of the time who finds the best ideas, I just follow. I was still getting my energy back from all the stitching and pain I had after giving birth (normal delivery). It was indeed a lot of struggle, sad/happy and unforgettable memories.

To make the story short, my postpartum depression is now a “thing of the past!”. My baby stopped being colicky at 6 weeks,  at 7/8 weeks I heard his “full” voice for the first time!. It made me so happy and my heart jumped of so much joy hearing his “real” voice for the first time. He finally screamed the loudest and got his voice back after getting enough sleep and rest. He suddenly turned into a happy baby. My parents came over to help me as well, all the way from Philippines. The support from my family helped me get through everything. If you know someone going through the same, please don’t ignore! give as much help as you can, it does makes a big difference. Don’t wait until its too late.

Since I have mentioned how we dealt with my colicky baby, here are some pointers of what we have done to help him. Most of these ideas we got online.

  • White noise – play white noises close to him, you can find white noises music on youtube, it helped a lot.
  • Infacol – we started giving him infacol at 2 weeks, before every feed, it helped but not as much as the white noise.
  • Turn hair dryer on – yes! any white noises possible helped calm my baby. Everytime the white noise from youtube doesn’t work I turn my hair dryer on.
  • Turn Vacuum on – vacuum is considered white noise, it helped!.
  • Play Music that you like – I did play music from my favourite bands, it helped him, he liked listening to music, but white noises were more soothing to him.
  • Gripe water – I would say this was the one that helped him deal with his colic pains, you can only give gripe water when baby is 4 weeks and older. 2 weeks after taking gripe water, he turned into a normal, sleeping, happy baby. I don’t know about other babies, but this seemed to work on ours.
  • Introduce dummy/pacifier – when my baby was colic, all he wanted was milk!, he wanted to be feed, after feed after feed, he would get sick but demands more milk. We tried him with dummy, he never liked it at first, but with continued determination from my sister and I, he finally accepted it, it soothed him in the end, he would fall asleep longer when sucking his dummy.
  • Bouncy (musical/vibrating) Chair – my baby got relaxed when on the bouncy chair, not that it stopped his colicky self, but it helped a lot.
  • Most of all, Cuddles and TLC – keep in mind… Your Baby NEEDS you more than anyone else in the world!! Don’t give up giving love and cuddles, even if he screams and shouts infront of your face!. He’s in pain and he needs you!. They can’t talk, so please don’t give up or get mad at your baby.
  • Try Love massage – my baby didn’t like it but yours might!.

So far this are all the things that I remember I have done to calm my baby down, try it and it might help your baby as well.

Now at nine months old, my baby is literally a happy bouncing, climbing, hyper baby boy, who tries to escape in every opportunity. He is too far from his colicky and screaming days. He still gets tantrums of course, as per all babies do. He likes to watch nursery songs on youtube (on big tv in the morning), and loves books, just like his daddy. He looks kind of a “cool” baby now, who started walking at his age. He gives us so much joy and happiness, We just love him so much!.

If you are going through postpartum depression right now, please seek help professionally or from family. If you get ignored by someone you thought could help you most, try someone you never think would help you, it might surprise you. And if you are somebody who knows someone going through postpartum depression, please do help in any way possible. Its not too hard to give a helping hand.

So there you go! I actually finished my blog at home while the baba is dozing of!. I have to take a zzzzzzzzzz as well!. Until my next blog people!.

Sending you all good vibes and good day/night!

yayowww!

 

 

 

 

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My Baby’s First time to Fly

My family lives on the other side of the world. When hubby and I found out we were having a baby, we came up with a plan that we will take the baby to my home country, Philippines. The main reason was for my big family to see my first born specially my grandmother.

The ideal age for babies to travel on a plane is at least 6 months. We waited and hoped everything goes well specially the baby. It wasn’t only the baby that I was worried about, the flight was going to be at least 17 hours all the way, plus stop overs. Whew!

Fast forward to the happy arrival of our baby boy. My parents came over one month after I gave birth. Their supposedly one month holiday turned five months, because I asked them to stay until my baby turns 6 months. After all, the last thing I would do was to travel alone  with a screaming baby on my hand inside the plane.  They gladly said yes to everything. My husband can’t travel going as the holiday was for five weeks, he was only allowed to have 2 weeks off his work at that time.

Finally my baby received all the immunisation he needed at 6 months. Check ups and more checks ups we went, I made sure everything was okay. To add to the long  list of my worries, baby contracted diarrhoea a day before we fly, at the same time started teething.

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on board flight to Istanbul

DURING THE FLIGHT:

I made sure the flights I booked was his sleeping time, afternoon going and night time coming back. Planning the journey back to the homeland was exciting and stressful at the same time. It was also my first time to go home in five years.

All my fears of travelling with a baby started building up when we got to the airport.  We were not able to get the front seat where the bassinet is located. But the staff made sure my Parents, Baby and I get the best seats as possible, 2 empty seats beside me and across the aisle were my parents. It was comfortable enough that my baby was able to sleep soundly in between the 2 empty seats.

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playtime with Lolo (grandad) on the plane

I gave him his milk during take off to help him cope with the engine noise (he is bottle feed). But surprised to my surprise! my baby was laughing while the plane was taking off! he thought the engine sound was funny!. It was such a relief to see my baby is having fun, something I was not expecting 😀

Teething and diarrhoea never seemed to bother him at all, he turned out to be a happy traveller. On the other hand he made his toilet business quite seriously, sometimes he even looked as if he was laughing at mommy every time mommy cleans his wee bumbum 😀 (I’m not complaining at all!).

At last after 4 hours, the flight to Istanbul arrived! not to mention one of the best landing I have experienced. Next thing was, we had to deal with the 9 hour lay over. We never planned of going out due to the luggages we have had on hand. We waited at the airport for our next flight to Manila which will take 11 hours straight.

I was expecting my baby to fall sleep right away during our wait for the next fight, but “NO” he enjoyed looking around and talking with the other passengers (he’s quite talkative and entertaining), playtime never stopped and he didn’t seem to get tired, but me and my parents already were. He managed to sleep for only 30 minutes out of 9 hours! plus popped here there and everywhere 😀 (nope not complaining part 2!).

Flight to Manila:

At long last! the wait was over, the flight to Manila was on time and everybody was happy. As expected right away my wee baba fell asleep!. During this flight he also had an uncontrollable stomach movements, he blow up one time that I needed to strip him down, and clean him vigorously (vigorously? I can’t think of any other word :D). Thanks goodness! I was travelling with my parents! 6 hands was so much better than 2!. I did brought more than enough changing clothes, wet wipes and nappies due to his situation. Most importantly I gave him a lot of water to keep him hydrated. After all that he was going through, he remained a happy traveller. Yes he cried a bit, when he got tired and could hardly wait for his food. Swollen gums? teething problems? nope! bonjela was just one shake away!.

While on Holiday:

So finally baba was able to met most of the family. He enjoyed the crowd so much! (Filipino family ties is big that goes on and on and on and on), he seldomly cries. Great-grandma who was too excited to met him didn’t want to leave him at all. He also had his first swimming experience which he loved so much. Family was all over him, always queuing who watches him next, who feeds him next, who gives him a bath….so on and so forth! 😅 Life was so easy for the mommy. 😄 But then again holidays are never long enough….. back to reality…..

Flight Back to Scotland:

Finally time to go back home, hubby followed us to Philippines two weeks before we fly back to Scotland.

This flight was so much easier, we changed airlines as well. We were able to get the baby bassinet on both flights, from Manila to Dubai, and Dubai to Scotland. After a 5 week holiday, diarrhoea was finally gone (of course) and the two front, up and bottom teeth were already showing.

The flight from Manila to Dubai was a rough one, we hardly used the bassinet as we had to hold the baby everytime the seatbelt lights were on! Well most of the time they were on. (nope not complaining part 3). There is nothing we can do when the bad weather takes over. Hubby and I were tired as %^%@. Other than that, kudos to the pilots and flight attendants who made sure passengers were okay.

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Bassinet all the way to Scotland 🙂 Yasssss!!

The second leg of our flight was the easiest one. After a 3 hour stop over in Dubai, flight back to Scotland was ready and on time!. All 3 of us were finally able to sleep more soundly. And mama’s arm was able to rest at long last!. Baby got goodies from the airline as well as gifts for being a first time flyer!

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my wee traveller

All in all, I would say my baby’s first time flight was a good one!. This wee man is going to be a traveller as he grow older. I’m glad he was able to cope up with everything he was going through during this trip!. More travels and fun times to go!!!.

Lastly, I would strongly suggest having a companion is the best option if you’re travelling with a baby. You don’t know how badly you would need a helping hand until you are there!.

Thanks! and until next blog!

Have a good day!

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Welcome to my Page

Hi everyone!. I’m a newbie here. Its been a long long while since I wanted to have a blogging site of my own. I’m currently on maternity leave, so to keep myself sane when life gets overwhelming, I will blog! (insert smiley face).

Things I love, love to do and can’t live without are:

  • my family 😍
  • my baby boy 👶🏻
  • travelling ✈️
  • learning history (cultures and events) ✅
  • time out with my friends
  • shopping
  • red lipstick 💋💄
  • coffee! ☕️
  • going to places (nature trip, museums and galleries)
  • and more travelling (🤔 if only I was rich 😄)

I will try my best to share my experiences and life and new adventures!.

Til my official “first” blog post people!

Have a nice day wherever you are! and goodnight my side of the World! 😘