Tuesday, March 28, 2006


Result of the "Which book are you" Quizz:

I didn't cheat on this. I only did it once and didn't even know what the choices of books were. I Swear!

You're Watership Down!

by Richard Adams

Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

On other Spooky Scoops, there's something strange happening to Matilda. Yesterday, after we'd gotten up and played for a bit, I put her in her car seat, with her toys, so I could get some things done. At some point, I noticed the defening sound of silence coming from the car seat. I went over to check her, and yes, she was sleeping. This morning, exactly the same thing happened. A couple of weeks ago, same again. Matilda was in her crib, playing with her toys, and suddenly I realised she'd fallen asleep. I had to check she was breathing twice, before running off to call my mum and tell her. She woke up before I had time to notify the press.

Here is a picture, so I know I wasn't hallucinating:

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Now, this is weird. This child has NEVER, until now, fallen asleep on her own. About 70% of the time she breastfeeds to sleep, and the rest 30% is divided among being walked in her pram, being driven in the car, and being in the pouch. I tell a lie, about 0.5% of the time would be with me patting her back and singing to her, but that's still a work in progress and hardly ever happens. I don't know what to do about this. We've had pretty bad nights with Matilda recently (like, since Christmas,) she seems to wake up A LOT during the night and want to be latched on pretty much constantly. We've been trying to pat her to sleep when she wakes up during the night, with very limited success (see 0.5% above.) The rest of the time, she just gets her boobie and goes back to sleep (for an hour or so.)

Here are my thoughts at this point:

  1. In all of the above occasions, she was alone (I was out of the room, or out of her line of vision.)
  2. Also, it has always happened earlier in the day, rather than later. In evenings, she tends to want to be held all the time, and cries otherwise, while recently she's quite happy to sit on her own and play in the morning/afternoon.
  3. Peter has been able to get her to sleep in the evening, but only if she can't see me. If she sees me, she starts moaning, crying and straining to get to me (and my mammary glands.)

Right now, what we figure is that she's obviously capable of putting herself to sleep, but my presence is too distracting. We're toying with the idea of having Peter trying to put her to sleep in her crib in the evening, with me out of the room, and then switching bed-sides with Pete, so that he's the one next to her in bed. That way, the boob is less accessible, and she gets a chance to be patted to sleep with no distractions. If she gets more agitated, or insists, I'm very happy to feed her. What does everyone think? Any other suggestions? I know I have a few readers who are not my family members -I welcome your input. I won't let her cry (CIO OR controlled crying) but, you know, I do appreciate any imput. In other words, HELP!

Monday, March 27, 2006

The post that never was.

See, a few days ago I was going to make a post all about how Matilda has started sitting up really really well, and babbling, and how wonderful it was. I was going to say that within days, she seemed like a different baby. Much more content, she'd sit there just playing with her toys for ages, and chatting to herself "A-da-da-da-da-da. Ra-ra-ra-ra." AND she'd slept well for a couple of nights. Bliss! Our shrieking days are over! All hail the new improved baby!

Erm, yeah. Well, she's back to shrieking, and had a blast doing it all through the day yesterday. I think it's her favourite thing in the whole world, and she'll run back to it as soon as she masters any other skill. Nothing can hold a candle to shrieking. So, all this proves is that if I don't blog about something good AT THE VERY MOMENT IT HAPPENS, I probably never will. Bleh.

Some Hours Later:

Ok, I'm feeling a bit more forgiving now, I took Matilda out for a walk (that lasted several hours) and now she's playing on her own. She's not too bad, maybe we should keep her after all! (A-da-da-da sound has returned.) I'll still not edit this post, because if I keep editing my posts every time my mood changes I'll never get anything up! (Guess why it takes me so long to write a new post....)

  • This morning, Matilda woke me up by playing with my lips and trying to stick her fingers in my mouth. (Granted, it was after we had spent The Night From Hell, but still very sweet...)
  • Earlier this week I was holding another baby while she was sitting playing on the floor, and she started acting very agitated and trying to attract my attention. I thought it was too soon for jealousy...?
  • Right now, Matilda is sitting in her crib, with the cat. He is lying down, and she is trying to show him her toys. ("A-da." Lift toy towards cat. Drop. "Ada! Da! Adada!")

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They were playing together yesterday too...

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Here you go mummy, have a toy:

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When I say Matilda likes her food, I mean it:

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Matilda in her new dress:

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....Could YOU stay mad at her?

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Dummy Mummy

Sometimes I think my life is a comedy.

A few days ago I was having a coffee with some mummy pals (you know, the people you meet and hang out with because you all have babies -mummyhood is like a cult sometimes.) Peter was going to meet me in the coffeehouse later. At some point during the conversation, T. said about me "I remember when we met and I was still pregnant, I thought it was so lovely that you didn't mind breastfeeding in public, you were absolutely fine with it, at some point she (Matilda) had finished and had come off, and you were just sitting there at the pub with your boob hanging out." On cue, Peter walks in, looks at me and says "You were? When did that happen exactly?"

Now tell me that doesn't sound like a scene from Friends. (In the parallel universe where Rachel would be fine with NIP -nursing in public.)

Of course the thing is that since then, T. has had her own gorgeous baby, and it took her 7 whole weeks to get him to latch on. After pumping for 7 weeks to make sure that he gets breastmilk, T. is now very happy to sit with her boob hanging out. It took a lot of effort to be able to do that, and she should be very proud of herself.

Matilda can now sit up for ages without toppling, and she can get on her hands and knees and rock.
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And my pouch sells are picking up a bit, so fingers crossed:

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Last night I tried fooling Matilda with a dummy when she woke up during the night, hoping she'd suck on that instead of the boob. It was so funny, she went Suck suck suck -take dummy out, stare at it-pop it back in-suck suck suck-take dummy out, stare at it again -pop it in at slightly different angle -suck suck suck-take dummy out, stare at it again -pop it in back to front -suck suck suck... You get the picture. You could see her thinking "What the... This boob is broken, there's no milk coming out!" I'm sure if I'd let it go on, she'd end up kicking it or punching it, like a broken vending machine. But she didn't have to, because she quickly ended up with a (guess) boob in her mouth. I can hear grunting coming from the crib, I sense there is a nappy change in my future!

C's comment today at Costa's: Of course she keeps waking up to nurse when she's snuggled up against you, it's like you trying to sleep with a double chocolate fudge cake in front of your face. Yep, I make gourmet milk.

There's just something about Daddy that makes me smile:

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