My Labour Experience

I’ve typed it up on the heading, loud and clear for those who cringe at the word, it’s a head start for you to close this post. 🙊

I’ve been speaking about this a lot lately with friends and family and for some reason my experience always seems to make people have a more positive outlook going into labour. Yes I back the whole ” your experience will always be different ” saying, however it’s nice to hear/ read a “feel good story” from time to time.

I was 37 and a half weeks, it was a Thursday night – 21/02/13.. And I had been out of the shower for no more than two hours following the most exhausting day. Not sure what possessed me that morning, woke up and decided it was time to go shopping, purchased new towels, cushions, bed sets, bath mats you name it ! Back home at 4pm and determined to continue I brought down all the windows, washed, dried them and placed them back.. In for a shower I went at 9pm. So imagine little me ( not so little then ) laying down watching some tv when POP, a waterfall made the lower part of my body home. 😔 Instantly I thought ” I KNEW IT! ” – all those times they told me my baby was too big, prepare for a c-section and blah blah, I just knew all along they had given me the wrong date.. 3 weeks early ? Could this be ?

Off to the hospital, I wasn’t contracting so the midwife handed me two panadol’s and a sleeping tablet ( I would have never taken them without asking a doctor looking back ). “Your EDD is 11th of March?!” She said ” Oh no honey too early, you won’t be giving birth in the next 24 hours, we’ll have to induce you Saturday morning”.. Naive me, popped the pills and headed back home.

5.00am, yep they started – contractions 😖 oh how much a woman can handle.. First 10 mins between the first and second, then down to 8.. Yep hospital time..

When we got there I had already dilated 3cm.. 5.30am ” Can I really do this ?” I asked, staring helplessly at my husband and mum who were on standby the entire night.. With every contraction I felt my insides tear a little more, every contraction I felt like ripping the room apart and throwing something at the midwife who was so kindly monitoring me.. I couldn’t control my emotions, the pain to me was unbearable. Taking the sleeping tablet didn’t help either, as I felt so tired and drained when I wanted nothing more than to be ready to push this baby out !

I had done my research before walking into that delivery room. All that spare time I had on my hands, I went through every option.. Studied the epidural and the side effects not only on me as a mother but on the child aswell.. Gas, water birth, c-section you name it. One thing I was sure of was I would go natural, gas and epidural were not an option. Yes I can imagine your mouth slightly open with disbelief but I knew my body could handle it, ” this is what I was created for, my body can handle this” I repeated to myself.. 8am I went into labour, I was fully dilated and ready.. I remember my husband holding my hand, commentating and cheering as if he were watching a football match, my mum in the corner of the room, crying her eyes out with her hand over her mouth. I’m sure she felt helpless, as she watched her child give birth to another. What an amazing experience it was, looking back – going natural was the best thing that I ever did, I was left speechless post birth.. With every push, I felt my insides pushing with me as if they had been instructed to do so.. My pelvic muscles down to my thighs, everything was working together, I just squeezed and my body did the rest.. Almost as if my body said ” you push and I’ll take care if the rest”. My body did just that.. 27 minutes of pushing later, sleepy head Zayn was born, eyes closed and snoring away (justifies his heavy sleeping now).. No tears externally or internally & was discharged 3 days later.

So there you have it, not much of a horror story but it’s my story .😊If you have any other questions regarding material that I could send you, in terms of studies that I had read pre birth – just let me know via comment.

Yours Truly




My Routine X

So within the past couple of weeks I’ve had countless emails in regards to routine. Most of the questions revolved around “I have trouble putting one in place”. So here it goes, will give you a little insight into how my routine began to how it is this very day (:

Month One, Two & Three

There was no routine what so ever, you could pretty much say I was in over my head.. I practiced every preach I received from bathing him at 9am to forcing him to wake up from his naps ( Gina Ford’s famous method ). But it’s true what they say ” Find what works for you ” And so I did

Month 4, 5 & 6

No routine in regards to nap times during the day, pretty much whenever he was tired I rocked him to sleep. Rocking him to sleep was so exhausting for me physically and mentally. Regardless of the time of his last nap 7pm was time for his bath, lucky me he enjoyed the water.. So it tired him out, giving him a head start to a long night. LO was bottle fed so I’d place his bottle on a rolled cloth and he would fall asleep – waking twice during the night for a feed 12am then 5am.

Month 7 – 14

At 7 months I decided enough was enough.. Not every mother will agree with the decisions I made so please remember each to their own, I am just sharing.
I stopped rocking him to bed, I spent three days at home and decided it was time he put himself to sleep. I began in the morning so at least by night time his crying time would have decreased by about 10 minutes ( hubby wouldn’t be able to handle it otherwise ). I hit two birds with one stone and did it by removing his dummy aswell, three days later and done ! It wouldn’t matter where I was I’d place him down and he’d turn away to sleep. I also let him self settle during his two wakes at night. It may sound harsh, but he was on solids at this point, and would have his dinner at 6, and a full bottle at 7.30 (bed time) so there was no reason for him to wake up from “hunger” which I knew was just a “habit”.

It was difficult, but I was consistent, no matter what I had on I’d make sure his bath and bed time was on time, everything else could wait. I wouldn’t skip a day, he deserves to have a warm bath and have the chance to wind down every night.

Now his day is as follows

I am up at 6am – firstly because I wake with hubby and get his lunch ready for work, but also because I like to get the basic chores done e.g.,placing a load in the washer, dressing our bed etc.. Before my LO wakes.

7.30am wake – breakfast is served: anything from cereal to cheese toast
7.45am – pyjamas off day clothes on
8.00am – I place LO in his room to play while I take an hour to vacuum, hang the washing and do the dishes. ( I don’t find LO attached to me in the morning as he is during the day. He’s excited and more than happy to play with his toys for an hour )

9.00am – I join my LO. Read him some books.. Chase him around the house ( on all fours might I add 😊 )

10.00am – He goes down for a nap. He has no dummy, so I just pop him in his cot and say “goodnight” as he turns his face to settle himself.

In this time I like to have my coffee and breakfast. It’s my time to go through any uni work or catch up on recorded tv shows.

11am – Wake.. I try not to leave the house before his first nap.. So up we get.. Luckily enough my inlaws and parents are only a 10 minute drive away from me so we go for visits at least 3 times a week. So pretty much from 11am till 2.00 pm LO is either snacking on a sandwich with grandma or playing Dora the explorer on the grass in the backyard.

2.00pm – Down for another nap.. No matter where we are, he starts to get restless and then begins the ” tired cry “. I prepare his bottle ( has milk twice a day ) and place him on a bed (he knows how to get down ).. As per normal turns away and drinks his milk to sleep.

3.30pm – Wakes , very attached to me at this point. I realise the closer we get to bedtime the more close to me he becomes ( I love it ).

4.00pm – Dinner time. Again does not matter where we are he begins to cry and whinge till proper solid food enters his mouth ( will not settle for snacks ).

6.00pm – Desert – whether it’s yoghurt, a muesli bar or piece of cake. I encourage desert.. As I found he would wake up during the night if he were just on dinner. However with desert, his tummy is fuller for longer enabling him to sleep through the night.

7.00pm – I’m home. Regardless of plans, meets, anything or anyone I’m home at this time. He crawls to the bathroom and sits infront of the shower door.I prepare his bottle first and foremost then start his bath and he soaks in it for at least 10 mins playing with his rubber toys. I bath him every day.. As I believe consistency is key.. And also because he enjoys it so very much.. It’s his “wind down” from the day he’s had.

7.15 – 7.30pm – LO is very restless the second I take him out of his bath. The crying goes on forever.. My new tactic that’s worked for me is; I dress his upper body first e.g. Singlet, skivvy, pyjama top. I then give LO his bottle as he lays back, I don’t have him wriggling and crying which makes dressing his nappy and pyjama pants so much easier ! I tuck him in bed and “goodnight” he turns away to finish off half of the bottle that’s left.. His night lamp is on, I shut the main light and close the door.

Not a peep from LO till 7.30am – however keep in mind the above routine is like this most days – but I do get those couple of days where his nap is cut short by a loud noise, disruption etc.. This just pushes his bath and bed time a little earlier but I still try to stretch it out as late as possible.

This is what worked for me, it’s also why I’m so eager to have a bigger family.. You make having a child as easy or as hard as you want it to be.. Yes in the end ” Do what works for you ” , but also remember ” Do what’s best for them ” ..

Yours Truly



What will be… my big adventure !

So and have teamed up, to reward a lucky blogger a 21 day trip around NZ. All we have to do is write a post about an adventure we’ve had or one that we aspire to experience.

It’s funny, if I had seen the word ‘adventure’ before my LO, I would have immediately thought yep the Maldives, so relaxing and exotic, or better yet a theme park adventure with mind blowing rides.. Now when I think of the word adventure I think, chasing after the cat in the back yard, following the ant on the side walk or better yet building a fort and playing pirates !

It’s important to think for the future , it keeps ones mind healthy and for me ‘sane’.. I am big on goal setting, whether it be from making sure I continued my studies after birth or making sure I had my LO’s room painted in a month, goals help me remain organised and determined. One important goal I have in mind is to adventure on an African Safari.

Hold up, this is a long term goal, something I want to experience when I feel that my family is complete.. So here it goes..
My dream is to have three little muffins running around my little cottage in the middle of nowhere ( yes I dream of a home in the kingdom of far far away ). Once that dream becomes a reality, I want to scoop them all up and whisk them away on a jungle safari !

Uhuh Im assuming that eyebrow of yours lifted a little bit, yes you’ll get your average mummy going on about Disney land and exotic resorts, but where are all my lion kings at ? I want my children to grow up to be kind to nature and it’s abilities to create habitats to beautiful creatures. I want them to grow up and appreciate the outdoors like I did when I was a child. A jungle safari will my family’s ultimate adventure, they will appreciate other cultures lifestyles, living conditions, the things they will most certainly take for granted.. But most of all they will understand the meaning of the word “freedom”. It won’t be like visiting your average zoo, we will be in their territory, in their land, where they can roam freely and do as they please without a man with a microphone signalling for them to do an odd trick. It will be gobsmacking and an eye swelling experience from what I can imagine.. Staring into their little eyes as they open their mouthes to gasp and say “mama look!” I can imagine my eyes filling with tears as I observe their little fits of excitement on a roaring four wheel drive, bouncing up and down and having to abruptly stop so that a giraffe could take a peak from above.

As I type this post, I smile every time I type the letter I or should I say ‘word’. Does this make me selfish? What if my kids decide that they want to meet Mickey Mouse instead ? Oh right, forgot that I could then use #mamaweapon101 – ” I’m the mum and what I say goes !! ”

In that case…

Aweembaweh Aweembaweh Aweembaweh 😂

Yours truly