Second Homebirth But So Different to the First!

Well, I always think it’s best to not have a birth plan and to just see what happens. However, we did have a plan of sorts. Baby was going to arrive any time after 14th May – When the Grandparents were back from holiday, they would have LP and we would have a homebirth, or ideally, Baby would arrive at night, LP would sleep through the homebirth and wake up to a new arrival the following morning.

That was as far as our plan went, and the actual events were completely different but not negative at all.

Everything started on Thursday 9th May really, although I didn’t realise it at the time! Hubby had been off work a couple of days before with a virus and went back to work Thursday. I was at home with LP and spent the day in and out of the toilet being sick – I just couldn’t keep anything down. I managed to sip water but didn’t eat anything at all.

Over the course of the day I also had random Braxton Hicks/contractions but nothing regular or very painful. I stayed up until Hubby got home with a milkshake for me at 11:30pm and remember commenting to him that ‘I feel awful, if I go into labour feeling like this I really don’t think I’ll have the energy to get through it’.

We then woke up at 8am on Friday when LP started chatting through the baby monitor. She came into bed with us to watch cartoons – a bit of a ritual! We stayed there for about half an hour during which time I had more pains, although these were now quite regular – every 10 minutes.

We came downstairs to have breakfast and by 10am the pains were closer together – every 5-7 minutes. I told Hubby that if they were still going at 11am I’d ring the hospital. For the next hour I tried to sit with LP while she had breakfast but found sitting incredibly painful. I eventually moved onto my birth ball in the lounge and we decided it was probably best to set the birth pool up in case this was the real thing… I think we both thought it was a practice run and the real event was a week or two away!

At 11am I rang the Hospital who were contacting the local on call midwives for me who would be aware of our homebirth plans. At this point contractions were every 3-5 minutes and lasting 40 seconds.

At 11:30am my midwife, Kelly, and a student midwife Jacqueline, turned up at our house. I’ve known Kelly since my booking in appointment in October but strangely have known Jacqueline since my booking in appointment with LP – I was the first pregnancy that she’d booked in when she started training but unfortunately she wasn’t around to observe LP’s birth. I had hoped that she would be around this time as she so far hadn’t been present at a successful homebirth – so it was nice when they both turned up at the door.

At this point I knew I was in labour and so was honest with the midwives – we didn’t have anyone to have LP while it happened as her Grandparents were on holiday – due back in a couple of days and well before the due date! However, we had arranged for my good friend Jo to look after LP in the event of a transfer to hospital either after or during the homebirth. The midwives were calling a further midwife out, Debbie, as they needed two qualified midwives to be there for the pushing stage and weren’t sure how quick I’d progress. Debbie had met LP when she was a few hours old to do her ‘new baby’ checks. It was nice that all three midwives I knew – last time there were two midwives that I hadn’t met before, which at the time was absolutely fine, just a different experience this time!

We were conscious that the pool took a couple of hours to fill and so Hubby started to fill the pool whilst LP played and watched ‘The Zoo’, the midwives drank tea and looked at our wedding photos and we all chatted whilst I bounced on my ball and breathed through the contractions.

At 12pm LP had lunch – I still hadn’t eaten anything but was drinking plenty of water and after LP’s lunch Hubby put her down for a nap at 1pm. At this point the contractions were still about every 3 minutes but lasting a minute and were getting more painful. I decided that I’d quite like to get in the pool as soon as I could. Hubby came down from putting LP to bed and sorted getting the temperature right on the pool – at least 36 degrees and making sure it was at least above the minimum fill level.

During this Kelly said she’d like to do an examination before I got in the pool to make sure I was progressing as expected. Kelly examined me, said my waters were bulging and I was at least 8cm dilated!

After this I got in the pool at 1:30pm and it was lovely! The warmth of the water was perfect and it felt so good, just what I needed. I carried on having contractions in the pool and they gradually grew with intensity.

At about 2pm I decided I needed some kind of pain relief and so the midwives set up the entonox gas and air for me – I’d forgotten how instantly drunk it made you feel!

I felt the urge to push at about 2:45pm and it was at this point that LP decided to wake from her nap. Debbie went upstairs to get her and she sat quietly with Debbie whilst I was in the pool. When I started to push my waters went with a shock, Baby’s head was delivered at 3:02pm and Baby came out at 3:03pm with the next push! Kelly pushed Baby down through my legs and I brought It up to the surface, at this point Debbie had given LP to Hubby and they were both there, Hubby emotional as I said ‘It’s a boy, We’ve got a blue one!’ and I was crying out of relief, shock and every other emotion.

So Troy Alexander Wishart was born at 3:03pm on 10th May, 16 days early, in our birth pool in the lounge! He was covered in vernix and I stayed in the pool with him until his cord stopped pulsing. Hubby then cut his cord and Debbie took him to clean him off and look him over. I then had an injection in my leg and delivered the placenta into the pool.

The midwives then helped me onto a makeshift bed (a duvet and shower curtains)on the sofa where I had skin to skin with Troy whilst I was examined for damage – no tears or stitches again! Amazing.

We then tried to get Troy to feed and he wasn’t interested – I wasn’t concerned by this as I knew he would feed when he was ready and would probably be exhausted from the exertion of being born!

Second Homebirth But So Different to the First!

The main issue that became apparent was that he had been making grunting noises that didn’t seem to be subsiding. It was an hour after his birth and the midwives rang Central Delivery Suite at our local hospital for guidance. They were told to transfer us to hospital to get Troy checked over and so Debbie rang an ambulance whilst I went upstairs to clean myself up, get some clothes on and compose myself. By the time I came downstairs there were two paramedics in our lounge, an ambulance and paramedic car outside.

Hubby called my friend Jo who came to look after LP and Troy and I left in the ambulance with our ‘just in case’ hospital bags and a handful of Mars bars – I hadn’t eaten in 2 days and knew that the adrenalin wouldn’t last forever! Hubby would follow behind in his car when Jo arrived.

We got to the hospital near enough instantly, it is only a 5 minute drive anyway and so when you’re going there with blue lights flashing it takes no time at all. The paramedics were lovely, the first people to congratulate me on my new Son, and they wheeled me, holding Troy, on a stretcher into the Central Delivery Suite. Kelly had come with me in the ambulance and stayed with me whilst Hubby arrived and Troy was examined.

They put Troy under a heat lamp, took bloods from his feet and did the standard observations on him, during this time he managed to feed well, even though it was difficult for him to breathe during it.

After this we were transferred to the Special Care Baby Unit where more tests were done. To cut a long story short, he was suffering from Transient Tachypnea of the Newborn (TTN) which is apparently a fairly common illness that can occur when a baby is premature or when labour was very quick. It meant that Troy had too much liquid left in his lungs and so breathing was difficult. SCBU put a cannula into his hand to administer antibiotics and to take regular blood samples from. We then stayed with him on SCBU in an incubator until very late at night, when they thankfully transferred us to the Transitional Care Unit where Troy and I have been ever since – less than 24hrs in reality but it feels like an age, especially as Hubby and LP can only ‘visit’. We will be here at least until lunchtime tomorrow, 12th May whilst Troy finishes his course of antibiotics and has more blood tests done.

For now though, Troy is feeding well, at least every three hours and is a beautiful baby. He has that amazing new baby smell, is all scrunched up from being in my belly, has wrinkly too-big-for-him skin, purple perfect fingernails and is covered in hair like his big sister was when she was born. To be honest, they are the image of each other.

I think I’m going to need a few more blog posts to cover off all my reflections of the last couple of days but to start with here are a few ramblings.

I feel incredibly fortunate to now have two healthy, beautiful children both of which were born at home and to have gone through both labours with no tears or stitches will always amaze me – I think I am very, very lucky.

Transferring to hospital after the homebirth was incredibly disappointing for me at the time. I was very upset, but, in hindsight, the best decision was made. I’m glad we transferred and that Troy has had the care that he needed – I had never thought beyond the birth and so the thought of transferring after the homebirth hadn’t ever occurred to me – strange as it may seem. The midwives were incredibly supportive but professional throughout as were the paramedics and the transition to hospital was smooth and as untraumatic as it could have been.

Breastfeeding is so much easier this time round. With LP I had two weeks of hell to establish breastfeeding and this time round it is just working, it feels so natural and I am just so much more confident with it. Yes, we are only 30hrs into our breastfeeding journey but this time I am feeling a lot more positive about breastfeeding than I was at this point last time.

LP has amazed me throughout. It was never the plan to have her around me in labour and definitely not during the birth but having her there added to the experience, it was right for her to be part of the event that has completed her family and I am pleased that she was there for it. Had there been an alternative, LP would have been elsewhere and it would have been less for Hubby and I to think about but with the support of a good friend, everything worked out the best way that it could have. LP with never remember it but she will always know that she was there to see her Little Brother being born.

This homebirth was completely different to LP’s but it was an amazing experience all the same. It was a lot quicker – 3.5hrs from the midwives turning up until Troy arrived, there were more people involved but the one thing that was very much the same was that I had my Hubby for support – who was amazing throughout, I honestly don’t think that I could have done it without him.

Home Birth

I was going to do a post about breastfeeding but for you to understand my breastfeeding journey I would first need to tell you about LP’s birth.

Whenever anyone speaks about labour and birth it usually consists of pain, indignity and quite often trauma. I had never heard of labour and birth being a positive experience. It was always a means to an end and an inevitable horrendous experience women go through.

Hubby and I had some friends who had a baby about three years ago. I remember going to visit them when Baby was a couple of weeks old. Mum and Dad were exhausted, as is to be expected, so we stayed for just an hour or so. They told us about the birth and they were the first people I had ever heard of to plan having a baby at home. I don’t remember the details of the birth but I remember how they spoke about labour and birth as such a positive experience, how they were so relaxed and how nice it was to bring Baby into the world in the comfort of familiar surroundings.

That conversation stayed with me and soon after Hubby and I found out we were having a baby I told him that I’d like a home birth. Hubby is very laid back and easy going and basically said that he would go along with what I wanted as I was the one giving birth. I asked frequently through the pregnancy whether he had any concerns and I read up about home births so much that I feel we definitely made an informed choice.

We told the midwife at our first appointment that we’d like to have a home birth and she was very supportive.

The pregnancy flew by with no complications, no morning sickness, no hiccups at all! I made sure over this time that I researched birth pools and bought the one I wanted ‘Birth Pool In A Box’ from Boots of all places! I also bought some cheap shower curtains to protect the floor and gathered together all our old towels! I also packed a hospital bag with things for myself and the baby in case we had to be transferred to hospital, or if I ended up being induced, in which case I would have to have a hospital birth.

At 37 weeks the midwives brought round 6 canisters of gas and air, telling me that usually they only bring too but as I’m Ginger I’ll probably need more! They also brought tubing for the gas and air and vitamin k for baby when it arrived and something to inject me with to help the placenta be delivered.

We put everything into storage and I started doing all I could to get the baby to make an appearance. I’d been on maternity leave since 34 weeks so spent every day from 37 weeks bouncing on my birthing ball, having curry for dinner, pineapple for pudding and drinking raspberry leaf tea. I desperately wanted to avoid being induced. I can now say, in hindsight, nothing works. Baby will come when it’s ready.

On the day after my due date I started getting pains in the evening. Nothing regular, and not very painful, so I thought nothing of it and went to bed. When I got up the following day, I had the same dull pains every couple of hours. It didn’t occur to me at all that I may be in labour. I went to bed for a nap at 5pm and when u got up at 6pm I realised that the pains were now every twenty minutes, so getting more regular. Hubby got home at 8pm and we ordered Pizza Hut delivery for dinner and watched X-Factor!

It got to 11pm and I was bouncing on my birthing ball watching TV when I decided to ring the hospital to let them know that I was in labour. By this point my contractions were every three minutes lasting thirty seconds.

The hospital contacted the on call community midwife, who rang me back immediately. She said that I sounded like I was dealing with the pain and to take a couple of paracetemol and ring her when it got unbearable. So I did exactly that.

I took paracetemol, put my tens machine on and carried on bouncing on my ball watching TV! I sent Hubby to bed as I thought at least one of us should get some sleep! Unfortunately about ten minutes later I was physically sick and called Hubby down to be with me. I couldn’t take any more paracetemol as wasn’t sure whether the first lot had been digested, so I just carried on bouncing on the ball watching TV whilst Hubby dozed on the sofa.

I had it in my head that the midwife would come out when the pain was really unbearable and I’d only be 1cm dilated, so I focused on getting through the pain for as long as possible! I just kept focusing on the next hour in the clock and trying to get to that hour. In the end I got to 3:30am and rang the midwife. She said she’d come straight over and it would take about 20 minutes. She said to inflate the birthing pool but not to fill it up until she’d examined me. I also wasn’t allowed to use the gas and air until she arrived.

I focused on those next 20 minutes and they came and went. The midwife got lost en route and arrived at 4:30am.

She then examined me. Looked confused and asked if she could examine me again. I obviously agreed and she said I was 8cms dilated!! 8 whole cms!! At this point my waters went, I’d completely forgotten about my waters!

So Hubby filled the birthing pool, which takes an hour! I carried on bouncing on my ball and at 6am I was allowed in the pool and I started on the gas and air.

The midwife rang for a second midwife to come from the hospital as she said that I sounded ‘pushy’, and I started pushing near enough immediately.

Strangely, when the second midwife arrived she said she’d been to our house before. Turned out that the previous owners had also had a home birth.

It got to 8:30am and baby still hadn’t made an appearance, although the midwives assured me that it had a lot of hair! So they got me out of the pool and made a make shift bed on the lounge floor and told me that baby needed to come put or they’d have to transfer me to hospital. After 12hrs of labour that was the last thing I wanted! So I pushed and pushed. Still nothing. The midwives threatened me with an episiotomy and so I pushed some more and at 8:50am on 28th August 2011 our Little Pickle was born weighing 6lb 4ozs.

The midwives gave me an injection and the placenta came out with another push. The midwives left LP laying on my chest and examined me, where we were all surprised that I didn’t have any tears and so didn’t need any stitches.

I was helped onto the sofa and LP was again put on my chest but she had no immediate urge to feed, just lay there snuggling into me. Before we knew it, the midwives were leaving, insisting one would be back at midday and that if LP fed before they came back it’d be great.

So LP was born at 8:50am and by 10am Hubby and I were alone with this tiny little helpless thing. Baby and I were both naked on the sofa with a towel over us and Hubby was tidying up after the birth and making me tea and toast!

I then gave LP to Hubby and took myself off for a shower. In hindsight a very bad move! No- one should shower alone after giving birth! I felt faint and exhausted but somehow managed to have a shower, wash my hair and get dressed.

I went back downstairs and Hubby and I managed to put a nappy on LP and get her dressed – as neither of us had done either previously! First time for everything!

Donna's Phone 579

I then sat on the sofa and managed to get LP to feed. As a first time Mum I didn’t really know what I was doing, all that mattered to me was that LP had eaten.

The midwife came back at midday and gave us LP’s little red book and made sure that she’d fed.

This is really where my home birth story ends and my breastfeeding story starts, so really this is to be continued!

All I will say in closing is I know that home birth isn’t for everyone. I had an amazing birth experience, I felt in control and loved giving birth. I can’t imagine having LP in a hospital and I love the fact that her birth certificate has our home address on it as place of birth! I was very relaxed about labour throughout my pregnancy and had a very positive attitude – the way I saw it was that women are made to give birth and that everything will be fine. I was very lucky that everything went as well as it could have and I was able to have the labour and birth I had hoped for.

I hope that I am as lucky next time around!

A Pinch And A Punch…

Well, 1st of April. A day for unfunny people to think they’re funny by doing pranks before midday. Also, photo toasters, Titanic tents and Marmite Smoothies…

Luckily we missed all of that!

1st April for us was a family outing to our first Christening! I had no idea what to expect, I’m not religious and am not getting LP Christened. The Christening was for LP’s best friend, AW who is 5 days younger than LP but weighs 50% more. It’s great how different babies are!

Last night we had the best night’s sleep in a very long time! LP slept from 7pm until 8:30pm and woke for a feed – a lot earlier than usual. She then slept through until 2am when I fed her again and she then didn’t wake until 7am, at which point I took her back to bed with me to feed her. I find feeding lying down in the morning gives me a chance to wake up gradually. LP then fell back to sleep until 8:45am! It was lovely laying there next to my sleeping daughter, all snuggly in her sleep suit. I really treasure those moments.

The Christening was at 12:30 and we were bang on time, I hate being late for anything – LP being 3 days overdue was enough for me – I’d been eating hot curry and pineapples until my tongue went on strike for about 2 weeks before the due date! They tell you that Baby can come any time after 37 weeks, so I was willing baby to come from then!

The church service was nice enough. I don’t go in for church things really… When we got married I asked for a traditional church service with as little God in as possible… Everyone knows that I just wanted the pretty pictures!

The service was about half an hour, with a standard format and a couple of hymns where no-one sings or they sing the wrong words or they don’t sing loud enough. Except unlike a wedding ceremony, this had a lot more children/babies in the congregation, one of which kept going ‘Uh-oh!’ and another saying ‘Daaaaadddddddyyyy’ rather loudly! I found it all quite amusing. I’m sure the religious folk found it less so.

Afterwards we went to a local cricket club for a buffet and a drink. This was one of LP’s first BLW excursions where there would be constant distractions.. We’ve had lunch out a couple of times before but it’s always just been LP, Hubby and I. There were 60 people at the cricket club!

Trusty Bumbo came with us and I’d put together a pot of rice cakes with cream cheese and a little fruit salad so that LP had something to eat whilst we waited for the buffet.

So we set the Bumbo up on the middle of the pub-esque table and put LP in it, facing away from the majority of the distractions! On went her double layer of bibs and we gave her the first of the rice cakes.

When out I make sure that I have a new nappy bag to collect discarded food and plenty of baby wipes. It’s so much easier to clean up as you go along!

LP was loving the rice cakes. As I’d pre-cheesed them they’d gone slightly soggy in the container, but it made her love them even more! They broke up easily in her mouth and she sucked the little puffs until they disappeared. I have never seen her so excited over a rice cake!

Hubby and I then took it in turns to get a plate of buffet food whilst the other kept an eye on LP. I’ve learnt not to leave LP alone whilst eating. She hardly gags on food now and I can do odd jobs at home whilst she’s eating as long as I’m still in the kitchen with her, but I’d never go further than that. Anything could happen!

I ate my lunch and gave LP part of everything I had. She had a selection of sandwiches – egg mayonnaise, roast chicken in a creamy sauce, tuna sweetcorn and cheese. Each one she tried. LP isn’t used to having ‘constructed’ food yet, where the fillings can fall out, so the food did go everywhere but she managed to pick incredibly small bits up and get them to her mouth! All the bread bits went fairly quickly and lumps of tuna and sweetcorn were soon being gobbled up. LP seems to think that she’ll have more success at eating if she gets everything to her mouth as quickly as she can – it’s amusing to watch as her hands whizz to grab the food and then almost chuck the lumps into her mouth!

She then ate a triangle of vegetable Quiche and I gave her half an onion bhaji to try but she just wasn’t interested in that one! Cucumber, pepper and carrot sticks were chewed and sucked although still too hard to be swallowed by a 7 month old with no teeth!

LP decides when she has had enough and starts arching her back and making frustrated noises, so we distract her with the sippy cup of water, which she can now hold and manage beautifully, and clean away the leftovers from her tray and down her bib into the waiting nappy sack.

LP then has her fruit course. Halved grapes are sucked to within an inch of their life and the empty grape skin gets expelled expertly from her mouth. Mango, her favourite, is always devoured with gusto! We leave the skin on the mango and cut into segments, the same with any moist slippery fruit, as it gives LP something to grip, and she sucks the mango from the skin and then drops the skin onto her tray.

Watching LP eat is amazing. It takes her such a long time, but her concentration when she sees a new piece of food is immense, and she tries to get every last piece of food to her mouth. On the other hand though, she knows her limits, and if after a couple of attempts she cannot get the piece of food into her grip she moves on to the next bit. If she’s bored of something, she drops it on the floor. In our 5 weeks of BLW we have definitely managed to communicate with each other!

Throughout LP’s meal, I was aware of people staring at her. AW, whose Christening it was, was sitting in her Mamas and Papas Snug next to LP on the same table being spoon fed puree, so it must have been strange for the other guests to see two babies, the same age, one being fed and one feeding herself. Seeing them staring though made me feel so proud of my Daughter. She has come so far in such a short amount of time, and we are comfortable enough to eat away from home with her. Every meal we have with her amazes me, how she handles food and how her dexterity and co-ordination are improving.

AW’s Grandmother came over during the meal and asked what LP was eating. She exclaimed ‘Ooooh she has what you’re having? Even LUMPS!?!’ and I explained that she was allowed anything we were eating and that if given the opportunity a baby will cope with the lumps and learn to eat by feeding themselves. At that, she turned to AW’s Mum and said ‘I think AW should be allowed some of the Christening cake then, don’t you?’

Introduction!

Well I’m new to all this Blogging malarkey but I guess I should start with an introduction! I am Donna, Mummy to my beautiful Little Pickle (LP) born 28th August 2011. The last 7 months have been trying, but have also been the best of my life. I am loving being a Mother but in all honesty it isn’t a walk in the park – some days are knackering, some are tedious and some I just feel like crying! But most days are rewarding at least in a small part and the whole journey that LP and I are making is one huge learning curve!

LP was born 3 days late at home. We had planned a home birth and it all went incredibly well, 12 hours of labour, gas and air, a birthing pool in the lounge and no stitches! I was very, very lucky and LP was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had been adamant that I was having a boy, and adamant that he’d be at least 9lb… I ended up with a girl, 6lb 4oz of ginger perfection!

Baby LP - 2 Hours Old

The next two weeks are now a blur of painful breastfeeding. LP took the top layer of skin off my nipples on day 1. It then took the next 2 weeks for me to heal and so every feed was painful. Sometimes I’d grit my teeth and curl my toes. Other times I’d cry. Other times I’d pull away and not look at her as she latched. I have never experienced anything like it. I think the worst thing for me was that no-one had said that it might be hard, no-one had said anything other than it’s the most natural thing in the world. This made the pain so unexpected! It felt like there’d be no end to it and that it would hurt forever. Everyone kept saying to me that if it hurt I wasn’t doing it right, that the latch must be wrong. But everything was fine, the problem was that the damage had already been done and it needed time to heal. A good friend said to me ‘Give it two weeks, after that it will get better’ and thankfully it did! Lots of Lansinoh and airing of my boobs and 2 weeks later it didn’t hurt any more. After another couple of weeks it actually felt nice and I started to enjoy breastfeeding! We are now 7 months in to our breastfeeding journey and I love it. I cannot imagine formula feeding LP and am so glad I persevered through the pain. She’s never had a bottle, and now, if I have to go out and leave her with her Daddy, she takes expressed milk through a Nuby sippy cup with a silicon spout. However, night feeds and her bed time feed she won’t take from the sippy cup, only from me. This is a work in progress! I will keep you updated!

LP has never self settled and still needs us to rock her to sleep. In the early days she’d feed to sleep but that is rare now. For the first 8 weeks she didn’t go to sleep until at least 1am, quite often 4am and one awful night 6am. But it gradually got better! 7 months in and she now goes to bed sometime between 6:30pm and 7pm. However, she still wakes regularly for feeds, but again this is getting better. Generally she will wake 4 hourly, but last night she woke every 5 hours. I am finding that with everything Baby related there is light at the end of the tunnel!

I don’t know where the first 6 months went. They literally flew by! After Christmas we started looking into weaning options and heard about Baby Led Weaning. We bought Gill Rapley’s book and read up about it. LP was still only 4 months and we knew that we wanted to start weaning at 6 months – we didn’t see any reason to start earlier as she’d always been petite and not a particularly hungry baby!

We invested in a bumbo – the princely sum of £12.20 from eBay including the Bumbo tray, and this was LP’s new ‘toy’! She would sit in it on the kitchen worktop whilst I cooked and she’d sit in it on the middle of the dining table every time Hubby and I ate. We eventually gave her a spoon – a Petit Filous spoon that had come through the post, and a sippy cup – Tommy Tippee, and she’d play with them whilst she watched us eat. The spoon went in straight away and she’d gnaw at it, The sippy cup also went in but holding the handles took a little while to learn.

By the time we started weaning at 6 months, LP had mastered the art of getting everything and anything into her mouth! So we invested in a high chair – Antilop from Ikea, a bargain at less than £15, wipe clean, removable tray. LP proved to be too small for the high chair for the first couple of weeks, she could sit up very straight with support but the high chair was just too big. So we used the Bumbo. LP loved weaning from the start! I decided to embrace the mess and her first taste was blackberries… Oh the mess! There was blackberry juice everywhere – the table, Bumbo and Baby were covered. But she made the most pleasing nom nom noises! Blackberries were a hit! We had decided to let her eat in just her nappy as we hadn’t managed to find any decent bibs yet, and this proved to be a wise move! Pickle was covered in sticky juice! Luckily, bath time followed!

LP's First Taste

I have since made sure that the messiest foods are at dinner time, so that bath time follows. We have also been using a pillow to pad out the high chair and she now associates the high chair with food and gets excited as soon as you put her in it! We’ve also invested in floor mats from Poundland – Polythene sheets with dancing hippos on that go under the high chair. We keep this super clean so that any food that goes on it we know that we can pass back to LP. There’s enough waste with Baby Led Weaning (BLW) that anything to minimise it has got to be a good thing! We’ve also bought a lot of basic velcro bibs and also jersey plastic backed bibs with arms from Tesco. We use one of each at each meal time, small one under the big one, and this way LP’s clothes survive for a little bit longer!

We are now 5 weeks into our BLW journey and LP has tried so many foods! Fruit – Blackberries, Banana, Kiwi, Peach, Nectarine, Orange, Pineapple, Blueberries, Strawberries, Raspberries, Apple, Pear. Veg – Tomato, Cucumber, Pepper, Avocado, Potato, Sweet Potato, Parsnip, Carrot, broccoli, Cauliflower, Beetroot. She’s also had Bread, Pitta, Wraps, Bagels, Rice Cakes, Scotch Pancakes, Mature Cheddar, Cheese Spread, Plain Yoghurt, Boiled Egg, Scrambled Egg, Omelette, Tuna, Chicken, Beef, Pork, Curry, Fajita, Sweet and Sour… Literally everything we eat we now let LP try. The only things we keep an eye on is no honey until she’s over a year as there’s a risk of botulism and we watch the salt/sugar content of everything. We have started making salt free bread in our bread maker and had intended to slice and freeze it so that we could take a slice out at a time for LP, but we all quite like the salt free bread so are all eating it! She also loved scotch pancakes, but the shop bought ones had 0.3g salt in each one! Baby is only allowed 1g salt max per day, so I have made batches of my own pancakes with raisins, raspberries and summer fruits in and have frozen them so that I can take them our for LP whenever I need them.

BLW has had a great impact on all our lives so far – LP is getting a very varied diet, and trying a lot of different foods but also Hubby and I are getting a much better diet from doing BLW. We make sure that the food we have is suitable for LP and so everything is cooked from scratch – processed food is now minimal and we are eating a lot more fruit and veg. The whole family has definitely embraced BLW!