Something tells me doing this post partum updates monthly might be a little easier for my brain and negotiating naptime.

Well peedie one is still 25th centile for the most part. Going through a growth spurt and teething bless. The sun is out more so hopefully after this round of jabs we might go out a little bit more.

Not so peedie one is absolutely loving being a big sibling, I’m a very proud mummy.

Had a fair few sleepless nights now under my belt, I don’t think it’s getting easier that’s for sure.

Rolling is progressing however and peedie one is getting even chattier, its adorable. Loving our birds that come by on the bird feeder and fight over it.

Ready for a nap as soon as I can grab the chance as always.

There’s a massive difference in birth and postpartum this time, primarily keeping my remaining organs would have that effect. The support here is also incredibly different, I’m less stressed with potential boundary stomping and proximity to my main sources of stress. 600+ miles is bound to help that. Certain triggers for my PTSD related to that still are something I am tackling. Coming out of hyper vigilance is likely to take a lot longer than I give myself time or credit for. Its been a couple of years since our move and I am still healing and need to give myself grace and time to move forward.

I keep forgetting to book a debrief to go over the birth. I keep forgetting to do a lot of things at the moment. The joys of baby brain. The hair loss that goes with that too, brutal.

Well the day of the jabs was crazier than I expected.

I woke up that day with the most bizarre radiating pain in my stomach that settled in the lower right side that didn’t do anything but get slowly worse. So I did what any sane person would do, call the GP and see what they say. I wound up called in and poked and prodded, they were unsure if it was just a lovely case of Gastro or my appendix. So off I got sent to A&E.

Thankfully turned out after testing they put it down to Gastro. Little one went and got their jabs. Came home and we both spent a few days feeling sorry for ourselves.

Not long after that we wound up with a stinking cold too! So that was certainly not fun. We are slowly coming to the other side of that.

Physio has been a challenge but that’s kind of obvious.

Little one is getting bigger and is finally in 3-6 month clothing and rocking it.

I have yet to see what the bottom of our laundry basket looks like, its getting filled with tiny clothes and mine, someone has a penchant for puking all over my PJs and having more costume changes that Cher because of it. Fun.

Well, the next round of jabs are this week so I am expecting a tough few days later in the week. Doesn’t help that the poor sausage has had a streaming cold for about 4 days.

Week ten went by relatively smoothly although exhausted I am absolutely over the moon at just how well tiny tot and big tot are doing together. I definitely enjoy seeing them bonding and becoming best friends. Big tot wants to help with things for tiny tot, which is sweet but we definitely are trying to preserve their childhoods and not give them responsibilities like that as much as possible.

Week eleven, everyone’s had a massive cold at some point the last two weeks. Tiny started coughing and sneezing during the week. Had an early 12 week check for height and weight etc and Tiny is following the predicted path for the percentile, with a slightly bigger head. We’ve had to retire newborn and 0-3 hats very quickly.

Other than that the last couple of weeks have been fairly dull. Got rid of an armchair we had second hand to make some space which is absolutely needed thanks to the baby stuff everywhere.

Well the vaccines went as well as can be.

Bubs is now headed firmly out of the newborn phase. There is a real personality emerging, safe to say this kid has a thing for musicals.

Bubs is laughing more and learning new skills, very happy velcro baby.

As for me, health wise, I can add some new problems to my list of “oh my god what’s wrong with me now”. Pregnancy and recovery have not been too kind to me. But its all worth it.

The weather here is weathering and I am always chasing some sleep where I can beg, borrow and steal it from. I am generally a human that requires a lot of sleep to function so that is fun.

I’ve been abusing my audio books when I get the chance to try to maintain some pretence of a brain in my skull.

Other than the usual newborn parent life there isn’t much change in routines of wash onesies and sterilize baby stuff. It’s all fun I guess. However they go through more outfit changes than Cher in a day sometimes.

Well, bubs has first vaccines in a while. I am nervous but that’s cos the crying has such a physical response it actually feels painful physically which I find weird.

Hopefully one day soon I’ll get longer than 5 minutes to think but until then this little bubs is a velcro baby for sure. No solutions, just their personality for me to ride out until they are ready to have that little bit of separation.

Surpassed birth weight and went up the percentile chart after the last health visitor visit. Back up to birth percentile now which is nice. Starting to feel a little chunky and bubs has started to get those little baby rolls instead of being a skinny chicken wing we’re now looking at more of a drumstick I suppose or a thigh? Not quite the whole chicken yet.