Day 37.

Growing, growing.

Day 36.

This morning we hung out with Hannah and her little one Joni. 

Also, six weeks old today. Keep on with yo swag self, Plummy.

Day 35.

Naomi.

Day 34.

For the last three weeks, I have been lucky enough to get a massage every week (once, again, thank-you mum !). Seriously, it should be the law for pregnant women/new mothers to get massages. During this time, the body is just constantly giving itself. 

If you know a pregnant women, you should book her in for a massage. 

Oh, and some Plum.

Day 33.

The last three days have been harder.
Willow's tongue tie makes it difficult for her to feed properly, so she's sleeping for shorter periods, waking up hungry, getting overtired and fussy. Vicious cycle.
As soon as I see her face in the morning, I forget the pain of losing sleep. But we are all still very fucking tired. I use the word fucking, because I mean it.

So thank-you to mum.
For coming around this morning and going for a walk with us.
For buying me a fresh juice.
For taking her off of my hands for three hours so I could have a nap.
But mostly for losing sleep for me 20 years ago, I appreciate it now.


From our walk this morning.

Day 32.

Plum was born with a tongue tie, an incredibly minor condition where the membrane that connects the tongue to the floor of the mouth is abnormally short. This makes the tongue limited in movement, resulting in poor feeding, which in turn means poor sleeping.
We took little one to the doctor today, to get it released.
I can safely say that it is one of the worst feelings , the betrayal of handing your child over to experience pain. Chris and I just looked at each other as she cried and fought back ('atta girl), trying to sooth her with our voices.
Afterwards she looked like a little kitten who'd been left out in the rain.

Sorry :c

Day 31.

Another not so great market haul;
A poppy embroidery and a turquoise bangle.

We had lunch with Chris's family for his dad's 60th.
First grandchild and 60 in the same year, no biggie.