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Here I am!

Since having Little Piglet last year, time has become precious and I often have the feeling that I am living with a time bomb.

Rare are the occasions when I get a minute to myself, yet alone time to do my nails, read or blog.

My days start early, usually it is Little Piglet that wakes me up when she’s had enough of sleeping and then it’s the daily grind of getting her ready, trying to get ready myself, work and then the evening routine when she returns from the Nanny.

After an important work meeting last week, my Mum asked how I dressed and what I did with my hair. After quickly explaining and stating that I do know how to dress professionally, she said that it had been a long time since she’d seen me anything other than half dressed.

It is true that most days I start getting ready and then before I have time to actually brush my hair or put on make up, Little Piglet is demanding my attention or about to eat something that she found on the floor.

Waking up earlier would be a solution but I find that hard, I’m already up any time between 6 and 7.

Dear Mr Piglet helps as much as he can but he works full time too and spends most of his days and evenings working outside of the home. He doesn’t really get any extra time to himself but men just have it easy don’t they? I mean, it’s not them that have to deal with the post partum weight loss, hairy legs or eyebrows. They are so low maintenance and don’t even get me started on how easy they are to dress!

So here I am tonight, football on TV, taking five minutes to myself to write this. No doubt in 15 minutes I’ll have collapsed on my bed, fast asleep in preparation for another grueling day tomorrow.

The best thing is, whilst my life is on hold at the moment, I wouldn’t change a thing. Happiness has taken on a whole new meaning, material things and appearances no longer count. One hug from my Little Piglet makes everything okay.

Bon nuit!

ps. Oh yeah, amongst other things, I finally got my braces off after 18 months! Finally I can talk normally again and smile without having salad stuck in my teeth :) Also, I have a Hollywood smile! Whoop whoop!

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Darling Baby Piglet

You’ve probably gathered from my past postings that I’m a first time Mum and that I like to do things as best as I can for my darling Baby Piglet.

I struggled for months with breastfeeding and finally had to admit defeat when my body required medication, I tended to every need my daughter had, lovingly changing nappies, sticking my hand out to catch sick and calming her through her clingy spells (generally when she teethes).

I also carefully prepared healthy and nutritious home cooked meals for her as I didn’t want to give her shop bought baby food, putting her on to formula for me was already a step to far.

All was going swimmingly well until Baby Piglet caught the dreaded gastroenteritis (which she kindly shared with me). After recovering she wouldn’t eat. I saw plate after plate of food I had so painstakingly prepared pushed away in disgust. She gagged, cried and shook her head in order to make me understand that she was having none of it.

Desperate and tired after being sick myself, I was in the supermarket racking my brains as to what I could prepare for her. “What’s the point?” I said to myself whilst scanning the baby food aisle for ideas. “She’s only going to spit it out again” I muttered whilst picking up a few jars of baby food and plonking them into my basket.

I reasoned with myself that she wasn’t going to eat them anyway so took them home, unpacked them and served up her first baby food meal of chicken and potato.

There was no pushing away, no spitting and no gagging. Baby Piglet’s mouth kept opening, wider and wider. Shell shocked, I tasted the food, delicious would be an exaggeration but it was certainly tasty. What had they put in this? The ingredient list revealed nothing untoward so I carried on feeding her.

With her appetite back, that evening I attempted another home cooked meal but was met with “boo-uh, boo-uh” – this was Baby Piglet’s way of expressing her dissatisfaction! “Great! So it really is my cooking that she doesn’t like” I thought to myself, all whilst feeling deflated, incompetent, a bad Mum and to top it off a bad cook!

The next day she had more shop bought food and then the day after some of my Mum’s Shepherds Pie which she loved. I tried some of my cooking again and was once again greeted with THE LOOK.

What a wonderful way to make you feel deflated, defeated and worthless. I had heard that being a Mother is a thankless task but my darling daughter had always been so gracious and loved my food!

So Baby Piglet spent a week of eating my Mum’s cooking, shop bought purees and bread until I plucked up courage to try and make her some salmon, potatoes and broccoli. Thankfully she gobbled it up so it seems as if I’m winning again.

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