Never Stop Dancing

I took this little video of my son on his holiday. Aside from the fact he clearly has amazing dance moves, I love that he is so care free and happy. I never want him to feel any other way than he does in this video, bum out and all. 

Happy Monday!

Never stop dancing little dude!

Wafflemama

Second Baby: Change Is Good!

When I was expecting my second baby I had lots of worries and fears about what would become of our family and how I'd feel afterwards. It all sounds so silly now but at the time it was totally gut wrenching. 

I read a post by Katy that really put my mind at ease, so I hope in turn this post would do the same for someone. Its normal to worry and I want people to know that.

Another reason for writing this is because IF by any chance in the future we decide to have baby number three (gulp!) Then I can look back on this for reassurance, as I would no doubt feel the same again.

"Look Mummy - a baby train!".

Baby A was my first baby, a beautiful baby boy who is three and a half now and the most wonderful amazing lovely child you could ever wish to meet (99% of the time).  

He is super sociable and was not a big fan of playing alone, he needed a sibling. We always wanted more than one, so off we went (I'll spare you the details) and we were extremely lucky and blessed to fall pregnant again with baby S, our amazing little girl. 

I had the most straightforward pregnancy second time round, compared to my first pregnancy that was horrendous from start to finish. This was great, but an easy pregnancy meant I didn't really feel pregnant or at all ready for baby number two. I felt bad that I didn't feel the same excitement as the first time round. I just felt guilt towards my son and how our/his lives were going to change so much. I didn't know how I would ever feel love for another baby as I did for him. 

I had the vision of our new family of four, A playing with his new baby sister, walks in the park and lazy Sunday afternoons. I still felt terrible though that my son would feel left out, neglected, or dislike for his sister. 

I've never really been apart from A and I've only ever worked in the evening when he's asleep. Going into hospital for induction meant god knows how many days apart and this was another thing that worried me so much. The last few weeks we had to stay at home more and I felt we were having our last cuddles together.

Needless to say, the hospital stay wasn't as bad as expected and a quick and easy birth meant I was feeling better very quickly. A went to his uncle and aunts for the day/night for his first ever sleep over with his cousins. They were great and took him on a grand day out, he had a whale of a time and they sent me lots of pictures and texts to keep me happy.

Our first trip out. Proud big brother with his 2 day old sister.

I missed him so much but the second I saw his new baby sister it was true love all over again. All my worries were gone in a heart beat. It turned out I didn't have to share the love, I had more all along. THIS was our family now and I felt happier than ever. I felt the exact same love and happiness I had first time round and felt silly for all my doubts. My husband brought A into hospital to visit me and it was just one of the best moments of my life. Seeing my babies together and the love that A so obviously had for his new little friend, that he had talked to through my tummy for so long. 

A has become the best big brother ever and is still the sweetest boy to her every day, so far. I still get my special Mummy/Son time and we are still super close.

I realise now that I never needed to feel all the guilt. I always knew deep down I would love baby S and my only downfall was loving A so much I didn't want things to change. Things have changed, but change is good. We are one happy family and are going to have the best of adventures, all four of us!

What an amazing day.

Thanks for reading.

Wafflemama

My Sunday Photo #4 - Silent Sunday

My Sunday Photo #4

Silent Sunday #2

One photo. No words.

Wafflemama

My Sunday Photo #3

My Sunday photo this week sums up my wonderful week in Wales. We were in the most perfect place I have ever been. One direction we had perfect countryside, another direction - perfect mountains, another and you have the most beautiful seaside with rock pools and miles of sand. 

We had the best time. We got to look in rock pools with our net and buckets, build sand castles and catch shrimp, crabs and fish. I was taken straight back to my childhood holidays and school trips to Rottingdean. We had an amazing day every day but our highlight was definitely the time spent on the beach so I chose this picture. 

I'll be writing a full post and review on our Welsh adventures and Haven park shortly.

Happy Sunday!

Wafflemama

My Gratitude List: Week 2

A particularly lovely week this week, it's time to reflect.

On our Welsh adventure.

This weeks gratitude list: Week 2

1. Having an amazing holiday.

2. Seeing brown bears in the flesh at The Welsh Mountain Zoo. May have cried just a little.

3. Seeing my son the happiest he's ever been and having fun.

4. Getting quality family time all together.

5. Eating whatever I wanted for a whole week after months of good (food) behaviour.

6. Paddling in the sea.

7. Catching shrimp, crabs and fish in the rock pools, taking me right back to childhood.

8. Braving a humongous water slide, twice.

9. Turning 31 and feeling pretty good.

10.  Braving a swim suit (even if it was quickly covered up when I realised how little of my bum was covered).

Thanks for reading!

Wafflemama

Linking up with the Enchanted pixie's 52 weeks of gratitude.

Pregnancy Dreams

I don't tend to dream very often. I think I have to be in a really deep coma like state to dream, but I do occasionally.

When I was pregnant though, I had really crazy dreams. Some dreams would be funny, some morbid and some really bizarre (I gave birth to a never ending snake once). 

I wondered if there was any connection with pregnancy and bad dreams, did I eat too much cheese? It seems that the combination of having more on your mind and not achieving deep sleep due to those delightful pregnancy traits (waking frequently for the loo or getting leg cramps) could be to blame. 

If we are waking frequently then apparently we are more likely to remember our dreams.

Here's some of the ones that really stuck out for me.

The white dress baby

I had this dream with my first pregnancy. I was in this heavenly like place, all dressed in white (totally not my colour), it was cloudy, breezy and beautiful and I was walking down steps for the longest time. 

At the bottom of the steps stood a bandstand type affair, draped with white fabrics and a beautiful white moses basket with a little pink smiley baby in a white christening dress type outfit. I would pick the baby up, cuddle it then lay in this big white bed and have the best cuddly sleep ever. 

The hair monster

I remember watching a programme once where a man was growing his twin in his stomach. Years later they operated and removed this mass of flesh and teeth. Yep you guessed it, that's what I gave birth to in my dream, only mine was mixed with super long matted hair, yuck. Slight contrast to the lovely white dress baby dream!

Cake party

This dream found me in a night club with Rick Waller. Does anybody remember him? Apparently he is firmly attached to my subconscious as this was not my first RW dream! 

Anyway, the lights would go down after a power cut at the club. They then locked us in (no idea why). Rick Waller opens up his bum bag ('fanny pack' for any American folk) and pulls out a Tupperwear box of cake, inviting me to sit and eat a slice. 

Me being too polite and a cake addict, take him up on his offer and we sit eating until the lights are back and the doors unlocked. Once the club is running again, I get back to dancing (alone and quite badly) and off goes Rick and his empty lunch box. Thank god it wasn't a sexy dream.

Why!?

I can make connections with the baby dreams, but Rick and cake? I have no clue. Maybe I just fancied some cake and my brain sees him as the ultimate cake peddlar! There were lots more too, some morbid and horrible and some weird and wonderful.

I'm so glad i don't dream like that all the time. Did you have strange dreams when you were pregnant? I'd love to hear yours too, especially if a cake sharing Rick appears!

Thanks for reading!

Wafflemama