Saturday, December 4, 2010


Looking back on it now I should have known that that face meant I'm gonna vom on you....who knew something so small could projectile vomit so far. Between the dog, me and him I don't know who looked more confused. Lesson learned, don't bathe after a fed no matter how settled he is.

Friday, December 3, 2010


Haha orange toy, I win the staring match....Oh you wan't to continue, round 2 bring it!
Impressed the PHN nurse today but pulling himself up and standing, she nearly dropped him with shock! Weight is 5.13lb according to her. He was only 5.5lb yesterday...should I be worried? :)


The photo we waited for a long time for:

After 10 weeks,
18 days in hospital for me,
1 horrendous operation,
5 weeks in Dublin,
1lb 15oz removed from me,
3lb 6oz gained for Eli,
2 ears that grew up from his neck,
2 nipples that grew over night,
Eyelashes that grow in pairs everyday,
897 photos taken,
1 anxious aunty waiting to meet him,
2 special friends made,
Countless good wishes & random acts of kindness,
1 small baby who stole 2 parents hearts.....

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


What? OMG? say that again....
Is it ok? Why do we have to go there? Who will I meet?
Is it warm? Do I still get cuddles?
Hmm I'll think about it and might go with you...

Tuesday, November 30, 2010


Ohhh what a load of poppycock trying to get the whole buggy dilemma sorted out but it's all done. All new system and much more user friendly that the last (only took one curse and 15 seconds to open it) Just need one baby to fill it :)

Monday, November 29, 2010


This photo breaks my heart, it's like it's his prison cell. The photo is from his due date with all of us and his cake. I made a present for the nurses this evening with this poem, it really helped me when Eli was first born. I just hope it can help a mother like it helped me through the bad times:

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?
Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his instruments for
 propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs 
his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia”
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles.
"Give her a preemie." The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God.
"Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? 
That would be cruel."
"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea
of self-pity and despair.
Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so
rare and so necessary in a mother.
You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of its own.
She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect She has
just the right amount of selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness?! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally,
she will never survive.
Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect.
She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied.
She will never take for granted a spoken word.
She will never consider a step ordinary.
When her child says momma for the first time, 
she will be witness to a miracle and know it.
I will permit her to see clearly the things I see--ignorance, cruelty, prejudice
and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone.
I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life
because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in
the air. God smiles. "A mirror will suffice." 

Sunday, November 28, 2010


Today was Eli's due date. It's weird to think if he hadn't been born yet I wouldn't have known that :
He hates being on my shoulder and just makes faces(I think it hurts his hernia)
He loves walking around with me after a feed looking out because he's a nosey premmie
He farts louder than any man
He looks like me when I sleep
He has the same mouth as D
Or the fact that he is amazing lil person and how wonderful the world is since he has been born.