Week Out With Rolls

Hey everyone, I know I didn't do a blog last week, basically lifes little drama's got in the way a little. I've been hugely busy with some unexpected events with my business over the past two weeks, so my apologies again.

It has also been a noisy couple of weeks as Tyler has been a little under the weather. Been very stuffy and making Darth Vader sounds while he breathes. He was clearly uncomfortable, so we were unsure if it was a cold, infection, bad tummy or anything. So we remembered what the pharmacist told us, we took him to the doctors to see what was wrong and what we could do.

After a trip to the doctors they did some checks on him and told us there was no infection, but he does have a bit of a sore throat. We were told to just keep using calpol and it should go away on its own.

I'm not surprised he felt a bit worse for wear as everyone else in the household has had some kind of bug the week or two before.

Luckily he is now very much on the mend and don't we know it! Definitely found his voice now, chatting away to us, toys and even himself constantly.

He's finally learned to roll onto his stomach and now he won't stop doing it, everytime we turn around after 5 seconds of him lying down he's on his front. The cute part is, you can tell he knows he needs to do something with his arms and legs when he's on his front to get moving, but he just can't figure out what. Half the time he looks more like he's trying to swim than crawl.

He is really starting to love his attention, which is great, but worrying at the same time. I'm getting slightly worried that he's going to start developing separation anxiety. Sometimes I feel like he is already starting to, at points he'll be quiet and as soon as we leave the room whining begins, not even proper crying.

This wouldn't be so bad and I would leave him to whine a little bit and get it out of his system, the only problem is, because he's learned how to turn over, he keeps trying to do it whilst in his seat! So the only way to be able to leave him there is to strap him in.

Sorry again for leaving you in the dark last week and hope you still stick with me on my journey, my project for the dad side of things has had to be put on hold for the time being, but will keep you updated still once it gets going again.

Thank You

Needles Needles Needles

Before we knew it, it was the day of injections again this week. It also didn't help that we were late getting out the door and as usual my local doctors was very late with our appointment, which only prolonged the unwanted suspense.

This was the biggy that we have been dreading. Three injections, two in one leg and one in the other. As usual Tyler was all smiles, which made us feel even more guilty about what we were about to let happen to him.

Andrea did opt to hold him this time, because of me feeling that Tyler would really hate me, as it seems every time we take him to this room daddy holds him while some woman sticks needles in him. Once in the room I could see Andrea really didn't want to be the one holding him so I told her it would be fine and I would hold him.

Just like the second lot of injections a few weeks ago, Tyler seems quite confused when he had the first needle as if it took a few seconds to process what this sensation was. By the time she had got the second needle he was well on his way to knowing it was pain and the crying and screaming was beginning.

I either calmed him or startled him with a few gentle bounces on my knee which calmed him just enough for the second needle. As soon as that one was done a quick pick up and spin round was once again enough to slow him down, so that the third could be done.

A couple of tears and a few hugs later we had him smiling again and ready to go. As we left we felt awful, yet relieved. It was horrible knowing we'd just put him in pain and that for the next day or two he was going to feel crap, but it was good to know that as far as injections go, that was it! Well at least until he's one.

Other than being a bit whiney for the rest of the day, there was no real difference in him. The difference came the next couple of days. The injections had done a bit of a number on him, he had a fever and was clearly quite uncomfortable, with his continuous stretching and straining, he was also quite miserable and at times it seemed nothing would calm him. After a little while I think the calpol had started to kick in and that combined with the jabs had pretty much knocked him out.

It is a horrible feeling sitting and getting his injections done, not once, but multiple times. It does make me wonder if he'll remember it and a "will he develop a hatred for me" frame of mind, but the answer is  simply, no.

His love for me has grown, as has mine and I can now finally feel like he does know me and love me. The laughs, the smiles, the excitement created when me or Andrea do simple things or even just enter the room.

I can't explain the feeling of watching our little man grow day by day, not only physically, but mentally. To be creating this wonderful personality. All I can really say is I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thank you for joining me again this week and I hope you join me again next friday.

Chatter, chatter! And we're nearly live!

This week has definitely been far from a quiet one! Although not in a bad way. Tyler has been more chatty than ever, whether it be talking to one of us, or just making noises to himself whilst watching tv or playing on his mat or even when he is supposed to be sleeping.

He's starting to giggle a lot more and is definitely starting to find his voice and how to make the different sounds. Much like he's doing at the moment whilst sitting in front of me watching me type this blog.

He is continuing to be a little fatty! Enjoying pretty much every flavour of food we give him and wolfing it down. He's been absolutely brilliant with his food, even learning very quickly to hold his mouth open when the spoon is coming toward him, even seeing the bowl he gets excited.

Next week is again injections time, a time I'm not looking forward to at all. I'm hoping that like last time he can be quite placid about it, now that he's got even more fat to cushion the needle!

We've also received some photo's we had taken by my very good friend Sally Evans at Sally Evans Photography. I was more than pleased with how they came out and should be viewable to everyone very soon.

As to what I have been working on for a while now is setting up a website, to help new parents and parents-to-be with pregnancies. This blog will be continued on the site along with helpful tips and advice.

The first stages of the site should be up soon and I will keep you posted on its progress.

Again please do comment and share.

Thank you for joining me again this week and I look forward to talking to you again next week.

Chasing Gooses with Rolls

Well we went on somewhat of a wild goose chase this week. Tyler had been acting a bit odd with his sleeping pattern and the way he was acting, seemed weird. At times it felt upsetting for me and I know Andrea felt the same, we were confused and spent time trying to erase what could possibly be causing it.

We thought maybe it was because we'd just started him on rusks and it was his digestive system getting used to new foods. Our only thought with this, is he's really started to enjoy eating his rusks and gets really excited when he can see it coming.

We thought maybe it was because we stopped giving him infacol and any calpol. So to be safe we remembered what the pharmacist said to us a few weeks ago;
"If you are worried about absolutely anything, don't feel silly or worry what they will think, if you have concerns arrange an appointment and get it checked."

So we got there, the nurse checked him over and said that medically everything was absolutely fine, offered a few different suggestions and we were on our way.

Slightly relieved it wasn't a medical condition we sat to think about what it could be. We found it odd that he was getting back to his self again, he seemed happy again so it almost seemed like a phase. Then it struck us, midweek we up'd his feed, since that point he went back to his normal self.

We came to the conclusion it must of just been that the feeds we were giving him just weren't satisfying him. Little fatty is getting his dads appetite by the looks of it.

I was wondering what else I could talk about in this blog, but yesterday I was handed something to talk about by Tyler. After making progress through the week on using us to start pulling himself up to a seated position, then even managing pulling him self forward once or twice. Even though he was leaning back on our legs, we saw this as quite an achievement for the little guy. All this was good enough, but then yesterday, my mother was playing with him on his play-mat and out of the blue, for any of you who have me on twitter would know he rolled from his stomach to his back!

Now at first it doesn't sound like much, but it's weird how something so small can make you so chuffed inside. At that point I was a very proud daddy!

Thank you for joining me again this week on my journey and I actually managed to get this one out on time!

Please do comment let me know your thoughts, share it about and I look forward to you joining me next week.

Rusks and Almost there!

So firstly, apologies, I am a day late with this blog, I thought I would get a free moment yesterday, but unfortunately didn't.

Anyway! Now that is out the way on with how Tyler and ourselves are.

This week although 'officially' we aren't supposed to, we've started giving him little bits of baby rusks. We did talk about it before hand and even spoke to my parents and Andrea's parents, we found out that both of us started on the rusks younger than Tyler is now despite rusks saying you should wait until they are 4 months.

After an unsure start and a couple funny faces being pulled Tyler really started to like it. Smiling and sometimes laughing whilst eating it.

Maybe being slightly keen we've already been out and picked an array of flavoured jared foods that he can try once he's a little more used to it. I have to admit I am excited about seeing what he's into and what he isn't, an seeing his little personality evolve.

A fun fact from the other day, we measure him. Remembering he was 45cm when he is now 58cm long and, although we haven't been yet to check, he must of more than doubled in weight!

I've spent a lot of my time this past couple of weeks making sure I can get everything together to hopefully start revealing more details of it over the coming weeks.

I know I keep saying this, but I am getting closer to revealing it all I promise!

Thank you for being patient, and thank you for joining me again for this late, short, blog and I hope you join me again next week.

Injections Take 2!

Immunisation week. Not the week I wanted to come around at all! Dreading it all week it finally dawned upon us. We had opted not to give him calpol before and just have it ready sitting and waiting for when we got back.

On the way there and whilst sitting in the waiting room, I have to admit the thought of it was starting to make me feel sick. The fact that my doctors never see you when they say they are going to didn't help, so we had an extra 20 minutes sitting, waiting.

We both felt like we didn't have much to say, we both just had this fear and guilt of what we were about to put him through. The guilt was heightened by him having a really good, smiley morning and was still smiling away at us in the doctors.

Eventually we were called into the nurses room. We sat in there and Andrea was already starting to get teary, at which point the nurse asked if she would like to wait outside, which she agreed to do and left me with Tyler and the nurse. I can understand her reasonings why as I know she felt more emotional towards it than I did. I was more in the frame of mind of; 'It needs to be done, so let's get it over with.'

The nurse injected him with the first needle whilst he was smiling away at me, I braced myself for the worst. Expecting screaming and crying I was greeted with more of a confused face as to what just happened, not wasting this moment I span him round to get the other injection done as quick as possible.

The injection was made and at that point I think he realised what happened, he had a little cry, so I stood up and hugged him to try and comfort him. Within no more than a few seconds he was smiling away at me again. Andrea came back into the room, and she was as shocked as I was.

He was back to smiling away at the nurse, it was as if it had never happened. The relief was amazing, we felt like so much had been lifted.

Since the injections he hasn't been too different, I think its hit his immune system a little as he's been sleeping a lot more. At points he will wake up late for his feed clearly feeling uncomfortable, whether it be from the injections or hunger pains, so at the moment we just make sure he feels loved and as ok as we can.

I haven't forgotten about the project of been dying to speak of, I've just been trying to get everything ready to be able to show you all, I'm am drawing ever closer and I'm very nearly there. So a couple more weeks and hopefully I can start revealing things to you!

As always thank you for joining me on my journey and I do hope you stick with me and continue to support me. I look forward to you joining me next week on this life changing ride into parenthood.

Smiles, baths and an uncertain week ahead

Tyler has finally started to find his voice. We have had a few proper laugh's, which are possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen. You can see him trying to experiment with different noises, making noise whilst moving his mouth around and creating different shapes with it to get a different sound out.

The other day it sounded so much like he was singing to himself in his sleep, little murmurs every few seconds with each deep breathe.

Bath time is starting to be enjoyed. Splashing, smiling and giggling is always involved not just from Tyler, but from myself and Andrea as well.

We have had to make sure he stays warm though as he's had a bit of a cold, not surprising as I and Andrea have both had one. Its made him a little ratty and sneeze and cough a bit, but not nearly as bad as I thought he would be.

Next week we are both dreading as its immunisation time again! Andrea refuses to talk about it as she doesn't like thinking about it. I'm not looking forward to it myself as I know how much discomfort and how scared it made him last time.

I remember walking away thinking, because I was holding him, he is going to hate me now. I know I'm going to feel so guilty again and I'm hating the thought of having to hold him and watch him from having big smiles on his face, to screams and tears.

I was talking to friend of mine about it and she gave me some advice which I now have a conflict of feelings toward. She said, 20 minutes before the injections, give him calpol and it will help ease any pain or discomfort when they are done. Although in the same breath she told me that the midwife would tell us not to do this as they say it may dilute the stuff they inject him with, stopping it from working properly.

I would love to know if anyone else has an opinion on this or any other suggestions on what to do.

We did manage to enjoy our night out for my birthday, although Andrea did leave early, because she just felt really bad and missed him too much. I don't want to sound like I didn't miss him because I did, a lot, but I did stay out and enjoy my night.

So far we've found a larger feed at night doesn't always lead to a longer sleep at night, but a bath tends to settle him for longer. Slowly, but surely we are getting closer to a full nights sleep.

Thank you for joining me another week on my journey and I hope you are back with me next week, when I may possibly have more new on my project which I will be pushing out.