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Proud Mummy Moment

The Proud Mummy Moments

Premature baby

When you have a premature baby the idea of the distant future doesn’t seem as important as it did before, all that matters is the next day, the next hour, the next five minutes. While they are NICU the outside world doesn’t exist to you anymore, all that matters is this moment and getting your baby through it.

Memories

When those days become a memory and you look back on what your little miracle has been through, it makes you so grateful for all they can achieve now they are out of the woods.

Luckily for us, Jack came home with no complications, he surpassed all his milestones for his birth date never mind his due date and was discharged from the paediatrician. He turned three in November and is about to go from two to three sessions a week.

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I popped in to pick him up last Tuesday and his key worker brought out his monthly review that she was filling in and said he’s surpassing everything, but they always look for an area of improvement so they are going to focus on his maths, he can count but they are going to develop his skills further. Great! I thought to my self, quite advanced if you ask me but he seems to be enjoying himself and learning more and more so who am I to argue.

This was when I mentioned increasing his sessions by one more, asking her to see when they had another morning session available. I explained to her, he started April 2016 with one three hour session, then in September 2016 I increased it again and it’s now January and we’ve increased to a third session. I’d like him to be doing 15 hours before he starts school, so I have an idea in my head of increasing to four sessions in April (12 hours) and five sessions by September (15 hours) then he will be doing 15 hours for a year before he starts school in September 2018.

The wrong group

I explained this to his key worker and she looked at me confused, saying he starts school in September this year. Nooo, I told her he was born November 2013, yes he will be one of the older kids, but he doesn’t start until 2018. She had thought he was more advanced therefore older and it turns out he’s been in the pre-school group all this time! Not only that but he was doing amazing in every aspect!

Advanced

I’m proud of my kids for hitting any milestones and for all of their achievements, but for Jack it is just that bit more amazing, he was born almost three months early weighing only 3lbs, he couldn’t breathe on his own and was only allowed 0.5mls of milk every 6 hours, how does he go from that to being the top of a class that is supposed to be too advanced for him?!

Proud mummy

He really is our little miracle, he overcame all the odds and now he’s surpassing everyone’s expectations, he makes me such a proud mummy, to have such a clever, special boy.

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A break from blogging

So  I’ve had a bit of a break from blogging the last few months. I’ve really missed it and feel there are so many things I have missed recording about my little monkey’s.

To re-cap I have two little boys Jack (2.5 yrs) and Michael (1.5 yrs) and write about all the trials and tribulations of being their mummy. Since I stopped blogging things have changed quite a lot, I am now expect a baby GIRL!

I will talk about my pregnancy more in upcoming posts but I’m still in shock it is a girl!

I just wanted to write a quick post about why I haven’t been blogging for a while, there has been no major reason other than life just getting in the way.

So now I have my 2yr old, 1 yr old, 20 weeks Pregnancy and my wedding in 8 weeks! Safe to say I have plenty to write about…..

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Letters From A Breast Feeding Mother

If you enjoyed “Letters From A Frustrated Mother” https://yummymummysblog.wordpress.com/2015/01/30/letters-from-frustrated-mother/  here’s the sequel…”Letters From A Breast Feeding Mother”

This isn’t a breast-feeding promotion post, it has been a large part of my motherhood journey, but it’s my personal choice, woman should be empowered to choose whether they want to breastfeed or formula feed, without shame or judgement.

To the man in my local coffee shop

On my first outing with my eldest son Jack when he was just 11 weeks old, he weighed 5lb 13oz. When you leaned across with a grin on your face, I thought you’d be a kind stranger asking question…well I was half right. Your first words were “Have you just come out of the hospital with that baby?”, patronising at best. My response, a simple, “No, he’s 11 weeks old” I felt no need to explain further. With a grimace you shrugged, realising he was premature, then as Jack began to cry I pulled out his bottle and he happily lapped up the milk. As you pulled your coat on, I thought I’d escaped any more comments from a rude older man, yet before you parted you decided to come over one more time and tell me “I’ve known people have premature babies before, he’s too small to be out he should be in hospital, plus you’re meant to breast feed babies that small to give them the nutrients they need, my wife breast-fed all of our children, that’s the problem with ‘you youngsters’ today, too selfish to do the best for your baby, you should be ashamed of yourself”. As I sat open-mouthed with shock at your ignorance and rudeness, you turned on your heel and left, not realising the Depression I’d overcome and battled throughout my previous failed pregnancies was now spiralling once again.

To the person who reported my ‘Brelfie’ on Facebook

For those who aren’t familiar, a Brelfie is a Breast Feeding Selfie, so basically a picture of you breast-feeding. I’ve never really been one for Selfie’s, I’ve always feel too insecure to take a picture of my self ‘looking good’ and posting it on-line. Yet seeing celebrities posting Brelfies and news stories about the stigma that comes with Breast Feeding, I took a photo and posted it, you see I’m proud of breast-feeding my son, as I’ve said previously I could never directly breast feed Jack, so this was a success for me. As I got notifications of people ‘Liking’ my photo, I felt proud. Then it popped up…“Your photo has been reported to Facebook for Containing Nudity”  Seriously? Nudity? I’m sure on your news feed that Saturday night there was a picture of a girl with their cleavage in your face on a night out, yet I’m showing nudity? My response…Posting another picture the next day with the caption “To the person who reported my photo yesterday, I hope the back of my son’s head doesn’t offend you too much”. I never found out who reported my photo, I just hope for their sake, they never open page 3 of a newspaper.

To the young girl who said Breast Feeding is disgusting

I know you don’t understand, you’re only 18, not that other 18 year old’s wouldn’t, but I’d categorise you as a ‘young 18 year old’, not that there’s anything wrong with that, enjoy your youth while you can. But for you to look at me whilst I’m discreetly breast-feeding my son and tell your friends “That’s disgusting, this is the 21st century, hasn’t breast-feeding been outdated by the bottle now”.Your ignorant comment, shows your immaturity, I just hope you don’t have to experience being a premature mother, where giving your baby breast milk can be the difference between life and death.

To the stranger who came up to me in the street

I sat on a bench on a cold December day, wrapped up and feeding my son, as usual I get ‘the look’ from passing strangers. Sat with my mum I became nervous as a man started walking over to me, ready for the usual bashing, he put his hand on my shoulder and tells me “If anyone comes over to you and gives you a hard time about what you are doing, just tell me, it’s the most natural thing in the world and you should be proud being such a young girl that you are giving your baby the best start in life”. He then gave me £1 as a reward, it was a lovely gesture, then as my fella comes over to ask what he wanted, I told him, his response?...”You should sit here with your boobs out all day, you could make a fortune!” Need I even continue?

To my Breast Feeding Star Buddy in NICU

At first I found you too full on, I thought you were forcing breast-feeding on me, I felt completely pressured. By day 3 when I woke up sporting a milk induced boob job, I needed your help. You helped me to be able to use the electric breast pump with ease and by the time my son was 5 weeks old he was trying to latch onto the breast, when I tried to exclusively breast feed him but he lost 150g in one day, I was devastated, all along you had pushed me to get him to feed, you knew I wanted it and you enabled me, but I’d failed. You came in holding a certificate and a bottle, the certificate was a congratulations for how long I’d managed to breast feed so far and the bottle, you explained was to put breast milk and Premature baby formula in to help him put on weight. You looked me in the eyes and told me “You have stressed yourself out trying to give him the best start in life, this is the next part now, just like he needed oxygen to help him breath, he needs this milk to help him put on weight, you don’t need to stress about whether you will be a good mother, you’ve already made it”. You said this as a passing comment, but as a first time mum and mum to a preemie, you made me realise…I can do this! You will never know how much that meant to me.

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Sharing is Caring

We haven’t made a big issue out of sharing yet as our eldest, Jack is only 15 months and our youngest, Mikey is 5 months, so trying to explain the concept to them would be lost on them…we assumed.

But of his own accord Jack has realised if he shows affection to his brother by a stroke or a kiss then he gets praise but if he is too rough he gets told no, firmly. He has now began to share his toys with Mikey, we’re having to watch him carefully as the toys he likes to share could do some damages when he ‘passes’ them to his brother.

Being a mother I often feel I could do things better for my boys, I wonder if I’m doing my best to mould them into the kind friendly grown ups I hope they’ll be in the future, then something like this happens, proud mummy mode kicks in and I realise I’m not doing too bad a job!

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