Hi all, having a minor stress out here because I'm packing to go to Wales, and it all feels sort of final. Just a combination of having been in London for over a month, getting into a little routine here, going back to Wales, back to work, Iestyn to nursery. So feeling a little bit sad.
Big news from Tooting Bec - my frenemy has now had her baby! Her waters broke on Wednesday morning (ironically when my mate Paula and I were in a coffee shop bitching discussing various things including her). Then on Thursday she went in to hospital, things took to long, and she was given a c-section. Paula had a bet with me that it would be a c-section. I lost the bet that the baby would be 8lb 7 - she's 7.11. ( at 3 weeks premature!! Iestyn was 6lb overdue!!) Paula saw her husband at the flower stall so she was the first to get the news. But she didn't dare ask about bfing... I'm so naughty, but I'm off to church in the morning.
EssieGoesBad has left the building.
Viva I feel your pain. Still nothing doing with bottles here either. Iestyn cries with his mouth clamped shut if he spies a bottle nearby. (No funny emoticons because it's TRUE!) We're leaving it to the nursery. They can do that as well as get him to eat roast dinners and put on 1lb per week, or I won't pay.
5GoMad any joy? No help or advice, I'm afraid, but lots of sympathy. I can't imagine what I'd do - it's not a case for punishment (eg naughty step - I'm not very mean really!), but then again it's not something you can just ignore either. It's also very odd too. Poor Edie, she must be tired as well.
Iestyn fed every 3 hours last night, and threw up his banana rice supper tonight. No idea why, but it will be a while before I eat banana again. It was horrible. I can't deal very well with it.