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Happy Halloween One and All

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Mummy Loves – Maternity Evening Wear Collection

Since having my little girl I am hardly socialite of the year but every now and again I get to go out… woohoo! It’s my 5th wedding anniversary in November and that ticks at least one forthcoming night out for me so I couldn’t resist sneaking as look at what evening and occasion wear dresses there were out there. Here are a few of my favourite online finds.


Night Terrors

For the last couple of weeks my little girl has been shouting out in her sleep several times a night, but after a few seconds has settled herself back down each time. However the other night we had a major episode and I have to say it did upset and shock me a little bit.

I was on my way up to bed at approximately 10.15pm, my daughter had probably been asleep for about 2- 2 and half hours (despite being put to bed earlier), and as I got up to head up the stairs from the living room I could hear my daughter calling out, but this time she seemed upset and scared. I went into her room to find her writhing around in bed and sat up with her eyes open. I went to comfort her and she lashed out at me, shouting “no” and trying to hit and kick me. She wouldn’t let me near her and my husband heard and soon came upstairs to see what was going on. He attempted to pick her up and calm her but she was kicking and pushing away from him. He then tried sitting down with her and she fought her way out of his arms and ran back into her bed, where she continued to writhe around and hit and kick the air. All the time she was shouting and screaming and her eyes were wide open.

Eventually hubby got hold of her comforter and showed it to her, which somehow managed to calm her down and she appeared to go straight back to sleep and that was the end of it for the rest of the night.

My daughter has just turned two and I had heard of “night terrors” but wasn’t sure if they could happen at such an early age. However after reading up it appears so! Apparently night terrors are common between three and five but can start as early as 9 months which I never knew!

According to Babycentre.com night terrors occur in at least 5 percent of young children and occur during deep, non-dreaming sleep.

The child will apparently cry, scream, shout, flail / thrash, and even bolt out of bed and though their eyes may be wide open, which my daughter’s were. However they’re not awake and aren’t aware of your presence. Which does sound exactly like what we encountered!

Apparently the night terror can last anywhere for a few minutes to half an hour! However once over the child simply returns to a sound sleep and has no memory of the incident in the morning and again, this seems to be what happened!

As I said my husband and I were attempting to reassure her but we just couldn’t. Having read up further it seems we didn’t stand a chance any way!  Babycentre states:

“Of course, your first instinct will be to comfort him, but your efforts will most likely be futile (remember, he’s not really awake and he’s not aware of your presence). You just have to wait it out and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. Don’t speak to him or try to soothe him, and don’t try to shake or startle him awake or physically restrain him — all of which could lead to more frantic behavior. In 15 to 20 minutes, your child should calm down, curl up, and fall into a deep sleep again.”

Gosh I am glad this one didn’t last too long I would have felt awful having to watch her so distressed!

So having experienced this it left me wondering why it had happened. Had something happened that had scared her? I started to worry that I had missed something. According to the NHS a night terror attack may be triggered by:

  • anything that increases your child’s amount of deep sleep, such as tiredness, fever or certain drugs
  • anything that makes your child more likely to wake from deep sleep, such as excitement, anxiety or sudden noise

Babycentre on their site recommend ensuring your child gets as much sleep as possible, such as daytime naps or an earlier bedtime, as well as having a calming ritual before bed. We do and always have had a bedtime routine, however as many of you may have heard me say on Twitter, my little girl has taken to singing and chatting to herself for a good hour or so most nights before she finally drops out and she still wakes just as early every morning so easier said than done and it’s likely that her sleep is starting to be disturbed as she is more tired than she realises, but it will certainly make me work harder at getting her calm and to sleep at night! 🙂

I am hoping that this was a one off episode but we will have to wait and see. The NHS do state that:

“If the night terror attacks are frequent and occur at a specific time every night, you may find that waking your child breaks the cycle. Wake your child 15 minutes before the anticipated time of the attack every night for seven days. This can disrupt their sleep pattern enough to stop the attacks without affecting sleep quality.”

Here’s hoping that it won’t come to this!

The whole episode certainly shocked me. Have you experienced night terrors? what was your experience like? how did you deal with and how long did it go on for? I’d love to hear any advice.


Fun Photo Fun – Teddy Bears Picnic


I am ashamed to say that I don’t think I have got round to linking up to this fab linky from the lovely Crumby Mummy so slapped wrists for me and here’s my first link up, we had great fun recently having a lovely teddy bears picnic and I’ve had a little fun tweaking it a bit!

I did have to laugh when my little girl was trying to give a burger to the sheep!

What have you been up to? Got any fun photo’s? why not link up!?



The Gallery – Books

This week’s The Gallery theme over at Sticky Fingers Blog is “Books”

As anyone who has read my blog will know we love our books, so I just had to share a very small selection of our favourites!


Friday Pick{ture} Book – Mummy Mummy What’s In Your Tummy?

It’s been a while since I took part in ChildLedChao’s Friday Pick{ture} Book linky but I really wanted to get back in the swing of things so this week I am joining in with a new and increasingly favourite book of my daughter’s entitled Mummy, Mummy, What’s in Your Tummy? (Sarah Simpson-Enock and Linzi West, Frances Lincoln Children’s Books, 2008)

A friend bought my daughter this book for her birthday and it is lovely and very apt! The opening page reads “Mummy, mummy what’s in your tummy?” followed by “We do want to know what’s making it grow.” and a lift flap shows a little seedling inside the mummy’s tummy.

The book goes on to guess about a range of things that may be inside the mummy’s tummy with lift flaps under which are some fab illustrations such as a big red balloom and the man in the moon.

It culminates in the obvious and is a great way of teaching small children about an impending family member. My daughter wants to read this book several times a day at present, which is fine with me with a new arrival on the way, even if she does still say “noooo” when I ask her if there’s a baby in my tummy! lol! I am sure it will help in the long run though and we have quite a while to go yet!

If you have a favourite book why nt link up with Friday Pick{ture} Book across at ChildLedChaos?


How My Child Sees Me

I was on Facebook recently and saw KateTake5’s meme post about “How My Children See Me” and the picture her son had drawn made me chuckle! I then logged on to Twitter to find she had actually tagged me in the same meme.

I was intrigued to see what my daughter would do so got out the pens and handed one to her, as at the minute due to age we just scribble all over the page and our work doesn’t quite appear to resemble anything. However I had to laugh at her first attempt, total scribble but as you could say it’s an abstract attempt at me in my current pregnant state! A head, huge boobs and a huge bump! lol!

What do you think?…

So now I am intrigued as to how other mummies are seen by their little ones.

I tag some of my lovely new tweeps to find out more about them:

Lina Loves

But Why Mummy Why

The Princess and the Pickle

Mummy’s Miracles

Attempting the Ordinary

Mummy Pink Wellies


Hobbling On Through Pregnancy Pains and Temper Tantrums

As many of you will know if you are regular readers to my blog I am a disabled, I was born with hip dysplacia but unfortunately for various reasons my condition didn’t improve with treatment but deteriorarated to leave me in the position I am in today. I have been told that in the next couple of years, depending on the state of my hip and my mobility I ‘could’ need a plastic hip, but for now I am hobbling on and have good days and bad and depend on my trusty crutches when needed and the love and support of my family and friends.

My post – Not always easy being a disabled mum sums up how things can be and how life is a little different now I have a little girl to look after too.

I did struggle during my last pregnancy and was regularly using my crutches from at least the half way point. We all thought I may end up on bed rest by the end, but somehow I made it through, which was fantastic!

This time my hips started hurting earlier and the pain is much different. There are days where I can’t even move out of seat, put one leg in front of the other or even sit on the toilet without yelping like a pained puppy.

recently I had to ‘nip’ into town to do a few errands, inlcuding getting a present for a friend and shoes for my daughter, as well as needing to do a food shop. I knew I wasn’t managing great and the food shop would hurt me, so I asked my lovely mum if she would come with me, which she did.

I only had three shops that I needed to go to before the supermarket, and they were all relatively close by one another so it should have been quite a painless, straight forward task that lay ahead. However a screaming melt down from my daughter as we arrived in the town ensured that the process turned into a total epic!

There was tears and hysteria in the shoe shop, trying to put shoes on a child and see if they fit whilst they are crying, snotting and thrashing is not an easy process! I then discovered that the last pair of shoes I had purchased had been the wrong type, the woman in the store had mis-sold me cruisers instead of walkers. I then had to go to the bank to get a statement to show I had only recently bought them so that the woman could exchange them for a correct pair (which was very kind of them). This then resulted in hysteria again from my daughter, who had thought her ordeal was over!

This in total took us an hour!!!

We then headed to another store, with a slightly calmer daughter, where I grabbed what I needed, before my daughter told me she was hungry! Looking at the clock and feeling a little light headed and shaky myself I realised it was actually lunch time and we probably should eat! We headed to the nearest cafe and another tantrum erupted when we sat down because my daughter had managed to see a ‘snack’ that I had in my bag. The waitress, seeing my pain and frustration quickly arrived with colouring in pens and paper! hurrah! She saved the moment and my daughter became engrossed and happy!

With full tummies and refuelled everyone suddenly seemed a lot happier and calmer, so we dashed (or rather hobbled quickly!) to get the present I needed before heading back to the car.

So the first half of the day was complete, it had taken us twice as long as necessary and meant my daughter was inevitably going to miss her nap but nevertheless it was complete! I started the car to the repeated request of “babybel mummy, we go get babybel mummy” so I quickly headed to the supermarket.

By the time I got to the supermarket I was really feeling the pain in my hips, legs and back. We have previously been getting our shop delivered, however with the purse strings getting tighter and shopping get more expensive I just can’t justify £15 – £20 delivery costs a month! It’s insane. Hubby would normally do the shop but he has been working odd shifts and just hasn’t been around and I was due back to work so I staggered on to get what we needed!

My mum had come to help with the trolly but frankly I was hurting so bad part of me needed to rest on the trolley itself to take the weight off my hips. However I couldn’t manage to steer the blooming thing! Onwards we headed like a comedy duo act of me using the trolley as a zimmer frame and her trying to steer the dead weight I was creating! All the time my daughter shouting for Babybel and her regular magazine. We hit the magazine aisle and she chose the latest CBeebies music magazine, complete with plastic instruments on the cover. Needless to say she immediately wanted to open them. I knew it was a bad idea but exhausted and in pain I opened them and got her ONE out. Within 5 minutes it had been dropped and had skidded across the floor and under the shelves. “uh oh” exclaimed my daughter, looking at me to resolve the situation. Yes “uh oh!” I said. “Mummy can’t get down to get that now sweetheart it’s gone. I told you to be careful with it, sorry you have lost it now.” I explained. “Want another one, mummy get” came the request, pointing at the front of the magazine. I knew exactly what was going to happen so calmly told her that she would be upset if she dropped the other one and that she would have to wait until she got home. Tears and cries erupted from the trolley! Quick to the Babybel aisle we thought! We grabbed a packet, opened them and thrust one into her hand! Soon the sobs stopped and she was munching away happily. Mum and I took a sigh of relief and completed our shop.

An hour or so later we emerged from the supermarket, by this time I could hardly walk but still had to drive us home. I got myself in the car and drove the short journey home with tears in my eyes. What should have taken me 2 1/2 – 3 hours had taken 5 hours and I was drained!

On arriving home my mum firmly instructed me into the house, carried in and emptied the shopping, put the kettle and my little girl’s tea on and made me sit down as every movement was agony, I even felt pulling in my tummy at one side and think this is due to the way that I walk and everything being linked. Because of this it meant I couldn’t bend, twist or carry anything so my mum even stayed back to do bath time for me! 8 and a half hours after first getting to my house that day my poor mum headed home, I felt awful!

However it’s days like this when I realise that I am so so lucky to have my wonderful mum so close by. She has been my rock and my best friend. We have been through so much  with each other and I know that no matter what I can always rely on her and she’ll always be there for me. I am truly blessed to have her and blessed to have the rest of my support network of family and friends too. I know the coming months aren’t going to be easy and will in all likelihood get harder but knowing I have them around me keeps me going.

This post is dedicated to my family and friends for simply being there…

Thank you, I owe you so much xxx


Maternity Wish List – Casual Winter Cosies

Last time I was pregnant it was the height of summer and I was lucky enough to be given a lot of maternity clothes by friends as well as buying a few staple items myself.

However this time round it’s going to be winter and my bank balance isn’t as healthy as it was back then and the summer wardrobe isn’t quite right any more! lol!

So… I’ve been searching around for a winter maternity wardrobe in the hope of finding some maternity bargains and over the next week or two want to share some of my favourite finds. Some are bargains and some a little more plush, so I guess you could say it’s my maternity wardrobe wish list!

First off it’s “Casual Winter Cosies”

You can’t beat a comfy and cosy jumper! Here’s a few of my favourite online finds


OMG Carry on Constipation!

OMG what a few weeks we have had. It is becoming increasingly apparent that my daughter can suffer from constipation and as a result this can have a massive impact on her mood!

Constipated daughter = ratty, tiredness, not knowing where she wants to be, rolling around on the sofa, wiggling her bottom and clambering all over me, using me as a sole source of attention.

Constipation free daughter = happy to play on own, chatty, carefree and a general delight!

Recently we went for 6 days before we finally had a jackpot moment, and even then this involved regular prescribed laxatives and lot of fruit, wholegrain cereal and coaxing!!!

When we hit one of these episodes, as the days go on my daughter goes from happy, funny, joyful and carefree, to a whiney, uncomfortable, tired and testy little soul who doesn’t know where to put herself.

She flatly refuses to play or entertain herself at all and ends up clambering all over me all day long. Slightly frustrating in itself at the best of times but with a bump between us and every slight movement pulling in my hips and giving me excruciating pain, it’s even more so. No matter how much I try to encourage her or sit her on the floor she just clambers back on top of me, elbowing and kicking me in the breasts and bump as she goes.

The additional problems in all of this are:

a) hubby can often be at work on night shifts so I can be on my own most of the day with her = long, long days!

b) everyone tells you to give them things like prune juice or luke warm boiled water, but my daughter won’t drink ANYTHING other than cold water. She is also picky as to what fruit she will eat, despite having eaten strawberries, pineapples and blueberries in both whole and pureed form, she generally lives off grapes, raisins and bananas! So prunes and any other reasonable suggestion are often off the menu too!

Recently, day 5 of the latest carry on constipation saw my ratty daughter have a spectacular meltdown whilst my parents and I were out shopping. It appeared she wanted to go an explore the escalator that we had just come up whilst I was paying for some items, but she refused to allow my mum to hold her hand, which of course resulted in my mum refusing to allow her to go near it. A battle ensued that saw my daughter go limp and hurl herself in the middle of the shop floor, screaming and crying. My mum was trying to pick her up but she made herself a dead weight. The look of horror on my parents faces was hilarious. She then spotted one of those sit in ride machines and headed over to have a look. My mum followed and hoping it would distract her, tried to put her in it, but this again resulted in sheer hysteria, why I have no idea as she usually likes them! As I turned around I once again saw my daughter laid in the middle of the floor kicking and screaming with people staring and walking round her… nightmare! Having paid for the items I marched over, swiftly picked her off the floor and carried her downstairs and outside, with people staring at me all the way. I placed her on a spot outside the shop and told her I was having none of it and had we not travelled so far to get to where we were I would be putting her straight back in the car. I then ordered her to calm down and told my parents to walk away and ignore her as the more attention they gave her, the more she continued to carry on. After a few minutes she finally stopped and we were able to carry on our day, but I think my poor parents were traumatised by the whole experience, especially my dad!!!

Day 6 saw my hips playing up badly, I could hardly move, so we couldn’t really go out anywhere. Hubby had been on nights, so after helping us both with getting ready and breakfast, and setting us up for the day ahead he headed off for some much needed sleep, leaving me downstairs with our angelic little girl. The day pretty much consisted of me trying to stop her clambering all over me, me asking her not to kick mummy while she laid down as it hurt, me placing her in time out repeatedly for throwing food and drink all over the floor and hitting and trying to bite me. It was a total nightmare and admittedly I did shout at her a few times as she just found it all a game and I was in agony. However, after a tummy massage, lots of fruit, shreddies and laxatives wonderful things happened!! yes, you know what I mean… the blockage became unblocked… three times! and miraculously after the last time, my daughter was like a different person, playing happily on her own and charging around the house instead of rolling around on the sofa. In fact she was giggly, jumping up and down and playing within half an hour of the second one!

It’s amazing how much constipation can affect children, apparently 1 in 3 children can be affected.

I hadn’t realised that a lot of my daughter’s mood swings were down to this until I had a chat with the Health Visitor. I was oblivious that the two could be linked, and now that I can see the two issues as one I feel much better equipped to deal with it! Whilst it is frustrating and tiring I can imagine it’s horrible for them to feel the way they feel, they are so young, can’t express themselves properly, it obviously hurts and becomes a bit of a vicious circle for them, as well as us as parents.

The Health Visitor had prescribed me laxatives a few weeks ago and I had given them but stopped once she appeared to be going normally. I hadn’t realised that if they have suffered from it regularly you often need to keep giving them to them for several weeks or even months to get them back into a healthy routine.

I also hadn’t realised that too much milk or dairy products can have a detrimental affect.

On my google search for a bit more info as to what to do I came across this website which I thought may be helpful to other parents ChildhoodConstipation has some great advice and a great tools and charts for helping you work out whether your child may have constipation or not, what to do and how to keep track of what may affect your child.

For now… we’ll keep up the fight and hope things improve soon.


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