She wants you to text ahead and arrange a visit on her terms at a time that suits her. Child birth and becoming a mum first time, second time, eight time is overwhelming and comes with an enormous feeling of total lack of control. So naturally being in control of when and who she spends her time with is hugely important. For me this time I’m also considering Ned and how much disruption there will be to his little life all of a sudden so that too will play a part in when and who I want calling.
I choose Niamh to be the Thoughts, Tots and Tea sleep specialist guest blogger because l use her tips Myself with Ned in real life! Furthermore when I went researching Irish sleep experts and spoke to my friends and followers I got really positive feedback from Mums who have used her full consult service to help with their big sleeping problems. Real life success stories is far more important to me than many other accreditations regularly banded about.
We’ve all seen that angelic moment on TV where the 7th heaven family make marks on a wall or door frame documenting their child’s height.
Bless, you don’t quite get what that means and you think your GREAT at eight, nine months pregnant and still thropping along! You’ll literally never get this time again. People aren’t just being kind! Rest!
Baby number two is on the way! Post Fertility treatment bliss and relief was replaced with extreme nausea and aversions to most food other than toast and general white carbohydrates! So really healthy! It’s weird this time you do everything on your own because someone needs to mind Ned where as last time we were like loves young dream going to every appointment hand in hand.
I was never one for wanting a whole brood of Babies! in fact, I didn’t really pay that much attention to babies before my own! Let’s just say I was not a Baby sniffer! I’ve always worked with children and teenagers and enjoyed that so much …. I guess, I thought that’s where all the action was, so to speak. Diagnosed with severe polycystic ovaries at an early age, it was probably self-preservation to repeatedly insist that “the yearn” wasn’t really there, because who knew what life had in store for me. Continue reading