We have almost hit the 6 week mark and I think we can almost say we know what we are doing, ish, well for the moment anyway! Things are moving at a pace and Harry is really starting to become interactive. He isn’t just the shitting and crying machine that he was to start with, he is now developing into the little man that he will eventually become! He has learned already how to pull us back from the brink after a hissy fit at 4 in the morning and that is with one simple look that melts the heart…
Harry is doing really well and we have made the decision to switch to formula. I know what you are thinking, how could we, we are such bad parents. Oh wait no. you are probably not thinking that, but that is almost how I think we are meant to feel. I get that “breast is best” and all that but there shouldnt be the guilt attached to stopping when we want to. It’s a personal decision that we have made and frankly everyone else can bugger off. That being said I have now made a rod for my own back as the nights of using my milkless nipples as the reason for not having to get up and chip in are over. I now am officially available to help with the night feeds! Harry seems fine with it and we are slowly stretching out the times between feeds so as to avoid turning him into the stay puff marshmallow man! We have chosen Aptamil after doing some reading up and that one seems to come up trumps with lots of people.
His sleeping is becoming a bit more regular, though we are still celebrating 3hr sessions and you will all be pleased to know that his 9 day poo abstaining days are over. He is getting a bit more regular and Nikki and I are already playing nappy roulette with each of us getting a live one every now and then! Dont get me wrong they are beyond horrific but not quite as bad as I had imagined. That being said it’s early days. We did though have an incident which I have to say is the best one yet which can be summed up in 2 pictures. A before and after if you like… On the left is a shot of us enjoying one of our first lunches in John Lewis home. Awww look at him, he’s such a cutie. The one on the right is me crying in the John Lewis baby changing room covered in another human’s shit. Yep. Nappy explosion of epic proportions.
He has developed a whole new thing which is to do an impression of a pig hunting for truffles when in his moses basket, sort of like a grunting sort of thing. I have looked it up and we think it’s a wind based thing. Basically Harry, apparently, is learning how to fart on demand. Isn’t biology wonderful. We arn’t born with the ability to float an air biscuit on demand! It’s a cute noise and we have found ourselves willing the fart to come, again something I think we will all grow out of. After doing some more research we read that getting a simple little bouncer can really help with the bowel air blockages so we ordered one from Amazon and the little man loves it. It also affords us the 79 seconds we need to smash down some lunch. In the last couple of weeks this, along with us introducing the dummy (one for a whole other day of do-gooder arguing) you can see, are without doubt the best purchases we have made so far.
I did something cruel this week and introduced old Harry to football for the first time. Now that you might think is a nice thing. Until you realise that I am from the north-east and support Newcastle United. Now having parents from up that end of the woods means that I have had to endure the pain and hardship of being a magpie fan for the last 34 years!
He took to it well with his new kit and to be fair managed to witness us scramble a point! maybe he is a lucky charm. Doesn’t he look awesome though!
We have even been practicing his celebrations…though Im not sure he will get to use it all that much.
So, as usual, things I have learned this week:
- Babies learn the ability to do controlled farts. Mind blowing.
- Harry is in for a world of sporting pain based on the awful performance NUFC are putting in at the minute.
- You have to do what you want with regards to your own children. There is no right or wrong with things like breast feeding or using a dummy, there is only your way of doing it. Be sensible and do what you want, you know best!