The Poop Crisis

Sometimes I feel my brains turning into a mix of jelly, poop, formula milk and baby drool. There are times throughout the day when I miss adult conversation, and the company of a peer where non-baby-related topics can be discussed.

Inevitably I will end up talking about baby stuff at some point. Try as hard as I may, I can't help it. I just miss my old self.

I just had quite a stressful nappy change & bottle experience. I didn't get much sleep last night (3 hours which felt like 5 minutes). I had every intention of taking Morgan out for her first stroll, however after feeding her this morning we both fell asleep. I managed to grab an hour or so of shut-eye. It was then time to wake up for her next nappy change and feed.

I switched on the bottle warmer and went to change Morgan's nappy. All was well so far. Nappy got changed easily, and so I then put her back in bed for a few moments whilst I go get her bottle. I then realised I had forgotten to put her tights back on, so before feeding her, I put her back on the Nappy Changing Table with every intention of just undoing her sleepsuit's bottom half and putting on the tights. Quite an easy job. Alas, it was not to be.

I realised she had pooped her freshly changed nappy already. Crap.

Sorry. Couldn't help the pun.

Anyway.

Off came every layer covering her bottom half. Which is when Morgan decided to start wriggling all over the place as I tried to clean her up. Frustration levels rising, I tried to deal with it whilst hearing criticism coming from my grandma's end. Knowing she means well, I refrained from commenting at first. That didn't last, which is how I became snappy.

Morgan's wriggling meant her socks got dirtied and had to be changed. With that out of the way, I finally managed to get her dressed, and started the feed. Whilst feeding her, I realised we're nearly out of nappies so I contacted my bro asking him to ask my mum to get some on the way back home. Hopefully she'll remember, otherwise I'll be screwed.

Once the feed was over, I was faced with trying to put on a cardigan on Morgan as her sleepsuit's sleeves kept acting like short sleeves and I figured she'd end up feeling too cold cos of that. Obviously that didn't go smoothly either as I couldn't get her 2nd arm in the bloody sleeve. By this time, patience was running thin.
A short struggle was had, and eventually the damned sleeve was conquered. Which is when Morgan grabbed my finger and looked at me calmly. That is precisely when I had a mini-breakdown and apologised to her for getting impatient.

I now am laying next to her in bed - on my stomach, nonetheless! First time I've been in this position since May! Morgan is half asleep, and so am I - but I can't sleep yet. There are bottles to be sterilised and prepared, and I have to cook. Blah.

This is me venting, by the way.

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I placed my memories in teddy bear’s paws, My fondest dreams, my wishes and all

Last night I finished what seems to be the first of many Teddy Bears.  It was surprisingly easy to make, in spite of having a mind boggling pattern at first. Once the pattern was figured out though, it became an easy task.  IT felt less like crafting and more like simple assembly.

I've decided to call this one Blueberry Bear- a pun on the colour and kind of animal he is.

Blueberry Bear

 Blueberry Bear& Bunny

I'm a sucker for puns and bad jokes.It isn't the first time that I think up something that seems hilarious to me, however no one else gets it purely because the pun is too obscure for them to figure out.  If Creature inherits my sense of humour, s/he is doomed.  At least as far as others are concerned.

The chances are that this will indeed be the case since I'm likely to be his/her main influence throughout the childhood years. Children pick up on other people's habits and mimic them.It is only further down the line that they learn how to figure things out for themselves. This is why I'm hoping to be able to find a way to prevent passing on my lisp to Creature.

Yes, I have a lisp. It isn't that extreme a case, however the way I see it is this - children aren't born with accents - they pick them up by imitating other people's when learning how to talk. I see a lisp or any other kind of speech defect as no different to accents.  

When I tried to research this theory to see if  it has any scientific backing, I didn't find much.  When it comes to inheriting speech defects the only information I could find was genetic inheritance. A lisp is merely caused by incorrect tongue placement when pronouncing certain letters.  Therefore, if the role model on which a child is basing his/her learning when it comes to speech, has issues with correctly forming certain sounds, is it not logical that they will learn things the wrong way as well?

There is still a lot I need to look into when it comes to this topic in particular.  My advice is this though - if you too have a similar issue, try to fix it before you have children.  It might save them a fair amount of bullying.