ER and smiles…

ER and smiles…

So as I mentioned earlier this week, HG had been sick. He is (touch wood) a really happy-go-lucky baby. Until last saturday. He was awake at four AM and refused to be settled,coaxed or even just close his eyes. Loads of tears, on and off all day.

HG
The photograph is by Stefan R Manzow. A friend of ours from Hamburg. This is his latest project, please check it out  here

I assumed he was having a teething or even just having an off day. Until I realised he hadn’t drunk any milk since 2 pm. My HG lives for milk, food and in particular biscuits. So I offered him a bottle again and he just burst into big, fat tears. I kept trying and we even drove the car around the valley,in which he fell asleep. Until we pulled into the driveway.

 

I called a dear friend and explained the situation. Ever so calmly she suggested I take HG to the Medical centre in our village. It has a 24 hour ER dept. So we rebunddled ourselves into the car and nipped up there. Upon getting HG out of the car, he smiled. And continued to smile as I babbled some close to tears spanish at the lovely nurse on duty.

He is fine, she said calmly, and informed me that the doctor will see him shortly. Well, HG smiled at the other people waiting there, giggled at W and I and generally looked as sound as a pound. Are you kidding me,I thought You basically have not stopped crying all day and now, in here the ER dept you are happy?? * I am sure lots of parents have experienced this.*

The doctor ushered us in and had me place HG on the examination bed. I answered all his questions in a mix of spanish and english. He checked his tummy and ears. By which point HG was no longer smiling. The doctor then asked me to move so the nurse could hold HG down whilst he checked his mouth and throat.

WHY DOES NO ONE TELL YOU THAT WHEN YOU SEE A DOCTOR STICKING A TOUNGE DEPRESSOR IN YOUR CHILDS MOUTH THAT YOU WANT TO PUNCH HIM??

I was so unprepared for the surge of  protectiveness I felt seeing someone causing my baby some level of discomfort. I didn’t punch the doctor but did try to soothe my little cub immediately.

As i re-dressed a screaming HG the doctor informs me he has a bad throat infection. I am sure that crying nearly all day and not much liquid has made worse. I swallowed my ‘I am a terrible parent guilt’ took the prescription and sped off to the Pharmacia.

Thanks goodness we have the ER dept and an all night pharmacia in our small village. The lovely nurse had called ahead for us. The pharmacist was waiting outside-smoking a huge cigar. In the typical fashion of the old men in our town. The script was filled for only 3.30 euros!

We arrived home and I changed HG. I made a new bottle,fed him a squeezy fruit bag and dosed him up. Finally he fell asleep! W and I ate dinner in almost silence and enjoyed a strong alcohol beverage. We headed to bed. For an hour,we all slept.

And then….

Poor HG spent the night being completely uncomfortable and upset. Still refusing milk at any temperature. More fruit bags. I was starving and trying to stay awake,so I opened a bag of his biscuits. He stopped crying, I offered him a tiny piece and then another. I softened some more biscuits with some yoghurt. Well that was it, more yoghurt and more and more. He slept and slept.

He is back to him normal self now. And today is 12 month review and vaccination day*…. I am really hoping he handles these ones as he has the previous ones. Which is like a CHAMP! And also warm bottle of milk and sleep for the whole afternoon. A chance for mummy to polish her tows and bleach her moustache.

I have a robust little boy, so I am sure that this is not my last harried visit to my local ER.

Please tell me about your little monkeys and their first trips to ER.

Love and loquats.

Tiffany

*He handled them perfectly. Even the Nurse said he didn’t cry much,so proud and is now fast asleep.

 

 

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Getting ready for a wedding.

7:30 am. Alarm one. Mr W and I do not work convential hours  anymore. He works very hard as a sculptor for as many hours as he is awake each day,seven days a week. This gives us flexabily as to when we rise each morning. Most mornings,this alarm or the next at 7:45 is enough to get us going. Except this morning. HG has been too big for his generous sized Moses Basket for a little while now. However I’ve  delayed moving him into his crib as the Moses basket fits next to our bed. Now HG has spoilt us as parents. From when he was six weeks old,he’s pretty much slept through the night-until now.

When we happen to be moving him into the crib. It’s been few fretful long nights. Dummies dropped through the bars, a bump of the head,tooth pain (possibly) It’s all going on. So when the alarm bleeped cheerily at me yesterday morning,my mood did not match its. 

8:00am. Alarm three. Get up,get milk for HG. Thank goodness I’ve finally relaxed enough to make some up bottles in advance so I can sleepwalk downstairs with  HG in tow and one minute later,he has milk. Done.

I ponder breakfast and decide I need a cold fashwasher before food. Back upstairs to roust the husband,collect the empty milk bottles and wash my too tired face.

8:45 am. Mr W is off,he has to assist a friend with firewood collecting and sorting. With strict instructions to return at 11 am sharp.

8:45-9:45 am. Bottle washing,nappy stockpiling,formula spooning ensues. Clothes washing, a reusable nappy sort,wash up. Sweat. A lot. All whilst still pondering outfits and wanting to wear the coolest,sac like item I own. Spend most of this hour trying to get HG to have a nap as I’d like him to not be a total asshat during the ceremony.

9:45-10:30 am. With the baby asleep and Mr W out, I was so tempted to crawl back into bed,I could almost feel the cool sheet as it floated back down onto me. Instead of standing in front of the mirror,trying to control the frizz and work out the coolest hairdo I could have.

10:30-11am. Narrowed it down to three options outfit-wise. Send photos to trusted coterie of advisors. Find jewellery. Apply makeup,fingers crossed it stays put.

11-11:15 am Lay out clothes for HG times two. He’s a barfer. Clothes for Mr W organised. Worry that Mr W isn’t home just yet. Bundle everything but the kitchen sink into various bags. Wake and change the HG repeating my mantra,please don’t barf,please don’t barf… Sweaty husband arrives,rush him into a shower. Pack car,wipe barf off HG’s chin. Check lipstick and we are off.

11:55am. Thank the lord I live in Spain now,so whacking out the fan and vigorously fanning myself looks completely normal. The walk up to the picturesque spot is interesting but not something you want to do for a wedding. Did I mention there was a camera crew from a British reality TV show filming the entire thing??

From there forth it was a lovely,albeit warm day. Filled with love,meeting new friends, wedding wine and cake. The outfit was pretty perfect,flattering,colourful and cool. HG was changed several times over. At one point he was in just a nappy! 

It was our first wedding as a married couple and our first with HG. It’s funny that memories I had forgotten about my own wedding came flooding back. Our first dance,seeing all of our friends. My husbands choicely worded speech.

Tell me your best wedding moment,the one that makes you smile.

Love and loquats

Tiffany.xx

Swimming…

Swimming…

It isreally important to me that my son,HG is able to swim. I looked into lessons at the local indoor pool and decided the 15€ half hour lessons could wait until he was a bit older. 

But there was no harm in him and I having a little dip together,was there? 

Well, I was hooked. My kiddo took to water like a duck. And it made my heart sing. I knew he liked water, I just figured all kids did. That was until I saw the lessons we had forgone happening. And the little niños bawling their eyes out. HG was a bit worried,looking over at them,then went back to splashing about and trying to eat the foam noodle. 

There has been an unexpected but very much welcomed side effect of swimming with my son. We’ve had a deepening of our bond. Of course he trusts me,he has no need not to. But when you on purpose dunk your son under water – It can be a bit of a heart stopping moment. I worried and still sometimes worry that I don’t love him enough. So when he is trying to stand up on me or kicking his little chubby legs, I know without a doubt I love this monkey!

Ive also realised if I count him in,he’ll close his eyes just before the moment of contact with the water. It’s perfect. 

Swimming indoors in Spain and indeed Europe is tres sophisticated. Showering before entering the pool,thongs only for the pool,swimming caps and chaps in speedos.

Now you may have realised! I like to have organised bags,and it is an art. And it’s even better if you remember to take it with you. Unlike myself today.

Luckily I have gotten into the habit of putting my swimmers on before I leave the house. And there was a spare swim nappy in the car. 

If you are in Australia,it’s essential to have a Country Road tote.*  I recommend this as the best bag for carting to pool,beach etc. It can double as a baby change table if the only other one is being used or is a bit dirty looking. Also,it’s a great opportunity to use those cute cosmetic bags we have all collected over the years. I use a plastic lined one for my swim cap and goggles. 

I recommend keeping a plastic bag to pop wet things into. I hang it all out to dry as soon as I get home. By having it all in a plastic bag,I can then peg up the plastic bag on the line, whilst the towels and swimmers dry. Then once they are dry,they go straight back into the plastic bag. It also means I can leave the tote in the car and not forget it!

  • I wouldn’t normally use one but a two in one shampoo is very handy.
  •  I use a Turkish towel-how did I ever get by without one? Easy dry and getting softer with each use.
  • Like I said, I use a small cosmetics bag for my goggles and swim cap. I keep a euro coin within as well,so I don’t have to go searching each time I need one for the locker.
  • A BB cream,I’d recommend the H and M one. For details,see my January beauty haul post.
  • A lip Balm of some type. Pick a colour that is natural but pretty. I like the Baby lips by Mabelyline in a red berry tone.
  • Don’t forget pads and tampons. Nothing worse than remembering once you’re at the pool.
  • I keep enough swim nappies and normal nappies for a week. Whack an elastic band around them to keep them together. Note, I have a reusable one to pop over the top and once I’ve used up the throwaways,I’ll just use the reusable.
  • The Bonds wondersuits are very easy to pop on a wriggly baby after a swim.
  • Don’t forget a bra and a pair of knickers for you! 

I know that swimming might be a bit of a sticking point,feeling self conscious about not being the best teacher or that parts of your body may not make you grin with pleasure. But I’d really recommend it. Both for you and Bub. I found that by getting back in the pool,it has in a most positive way,made me feel like going for a walk in the afternoons. Or to be more willing to get changed in the back of the car to go for a unplanned dip in the Mediterranean Sea. All to see that smile and hear that laugh HG has when he is splashing about.

Tell me about your experiences and your little niños in the water.

*Not sponsored. My grandfather had a CR tote and it held wonderful memories for me. I treated myself to one just before I left Australia.

Love and loquats.

Tiffany

Sunday nights…

Sunday nights…

When I was school age,Sunday nights were for prepping for school. Making lunches (with assistance) making sure I have socks and polishing shoes.

When I was no longer of school age Sunday nights were for primping,prepping and eating a lazy dinner,recovering from a monster night out.

These days I feel I’ve come full circle. Sunday nights (IF all goes according to plan) is cleaning out the nappy bag. Then making sure the nappy wallet in the car is replenished. I’ll then be mashing up some food for HG. Sterilising,changing,cleaning. I know that  I do it during the week too,but Sunday’s have such promise of a new beginning. A promise that I WILL be a tidy mum,an organised mum. A mum who has enough wipes and spew rags and dummies to equip an army of babies!

I feel I finally know the magic combination within my Mary Poppins nappy bag. Not too heavy,I use nearly every item each week.

Next, I’ll be making some dinners for us,or at least a little bit of prep for nourishing ourselves in the week. I may even be able to write a shopping list.

If there’s time left over I’ll have a little,oh whoops I went looking for nappy bags! This is gorgeous.

Storesak What do you use your sunday nights for?

The nappy bag
Love and lipstick.

Tiffany. X

Dummies,Dummy

Dummies,Dummy

Harry dummy.jpg

When you find out officially that you are pregnant in Spain,you get a little gift box from the government. They include some bottle teats,nappy cream,giant tampons. I also received a luxe dummy. It was Blue,as if the universe knew that I was to be blessed with a son. FYI , we didn’t know until he was evacced from the womb ten days late and after two days of coaxing but to no avail. It’s a handsome dummy. According to the box,it is hand finished,how sweet is that? As I was  *A-know-it-all-before-the-baby-arrives-parent ,I’d decided dummy’s were for suckers and only use it if I absolutely had to.

Well within 24 hours,I absolutely had to! Harry didn’t seem and still doesn’t,overly attached to dummies. Saying that… I realised that dummies can be very handy so I went in search of some back up stock to squirrel away. Only to find that they are some kind of rare treasure like batch/type. Not to worry,I thought he’s not a fussy bub,I’ll just try another brand,same kind of teat-hmm,not so keen Harry. So I’ll try another.

And another.

He never really (spat the dummy) over the dummies not being quite right,but just didn’t seem to love them quite as much as that first chupa. That is Spanish for dummy. Dummies are a serious business in Spain. You can have their babies names inscribed,you can have a cute dummy pin,also inscribed. It is tres important for the colour to match the sex of the baby.

I love the dummy pins as an idea but I am already onto the second one. The irony being it’s meant to stop you from losing the dummy! The brand of choice here is Sauvinex:  Suavinex.com

I am als totally in love with the Nuk glow in the dark handle ones for night time. Oh and if you have a little bundle of joy getting toothypegs you must get one of the Nuby mouth guard looking jobbies:

nuby.co.uk

The gel it comes with was fairly unpalatable so I swapped it for the Spanish chemist standard teething gel. But super handy! Thanks mum.

So tell me the best dummies you have used, and why.

*hahahahaha. A-know-it-all-parent,hahahaha,what was I thinking?!

Love and loquats.

Tiffany