9 months

I’m a little bit late with this one, but my little guy is now 9 months old!!



This months stats

Weight 8.815kg (19lb 7oz)

Teeth: 6

I’ve loved this month with Arthur.  He has really become such a funny little guy and is really coming into his own.  Crawling is well and truly weighed off now and he’s becoming pretty confident with walking along holding onto the table, sofa or whatever he can!

He has got my mum and dad here at the moment and he’s absolutely loving it, when we met them at the airport he was so smiley straight away, I really think all those Skype conversations have helped him with that!

Arthur has said “dada” a few times now which is really exciting!  Not particularly aimed at Mark or anyone really but it’s great he’s started to make the sound!  He’s really becoming quite the chatterbox and loves ‘singing along to any song but old McDonald and the wheels on the bus seem to be the favourites at the moment.

We have had more and more time outside with Arthur this month.  We’ve had a first proper successful ocean swims with him and although he’s not as confident as he is in the pool he seems to be enjoying it!

He is now sleeping through the night, hurrah!!  Waking up at around 5 usually although we have had some earlier wake ups which is no fun!!

Arthur has now had fish and eggs and seems to be loving both (not sure there’s anything he doesn’t like at the moment!)

This next month I think we will see more and more changes in Arthur as Mark is off for Easter Holidays for 3 weeks (yay!) and Mum and Dad are here until 18th April so we’ve got lots of family time together to do lots of fun things 🙂



Just wanted to do a quick little post to acknowledge that I am a little MIA here at the moment!  


We are having a lovely time with my parents being here, Arthur is loving spending time with them and they are of course loving every second with him!

Mark has been working this week so in the mornings once he goes I have been off up to where they are staying and spending the whole day together.  Arthur’s been spoiled rotten and we have already had some fun times swimming!

As of Thursday Mark finishes for Easter holidays and he will have three weeks off so we can do lots of fun things together.

On Friday I’m booked in for a dive with my mum and dad which will be amazing as the last times they have been here I have been pregnant/first few weeks after having Arthur so it will be great to finally be able to go together.

On Saturday Mum and I are booked into a spa for our Mothers day treat which will be lovely!


I’ll try to make sure I don’t go totally off the radar and keep in touch about our nice family times!

The Lullaby {The Ordinary Moments} #9

It’s Sunday so I’m linking up with the lovely Katie at Mummy Daddy Me for the Ordinary Moments!

Every night ato the end of Arthur’s routine we read him one of two lullabies.  Marks favorite is The Owl and The Pussycat.

This is mine:

Wynken, Blynken & Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe—

Sailed on a river of crystal light,

Into a sea of dew.

“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”

The old moon asked the three.

“We have come to fish for the herring fish

That live in this beautiful sea;

Nets of silver and gold have we!”

Said Wynken,


And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,

As they rocked in the wooden shoe,

And the wind that sped them all night long

Ruffled the waves of dew.

The little stars were the herring fish

That lived in that beautiful sea—

“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—

Never afeard are we”;

So cried the stars to the fishermen three:



And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw

To the stars in the twinkling foam—

Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,

Bringing the fishermen home;

‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed

As if it could not be,

And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed

Of sailing that beautiful sea—

But I shall name you the fishermen three:



And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,

And Nod is a little head,

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies

Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.

So shut your eyes while mother sings

Of wonderful sights that be,

And you shall see the beautiful things

As you rock in the misty sea,

Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:



And Nod.

By Eugene Field

To me this is so beautiful, I had never heard of it before but we were given a book of nursery rhymes and lullabies and this was in there, I read it once and fell in love with it.  Mark reads it and changes the last few lines a little to “Arthur’s little bed” and “shut your eyes while daddy sings”.


Do you have a favourite Lullaby?

Happy Sunday!


8 months

Today my little guy is 8 months old!


This months stats

Weighs 8.295 kg (18lb 5oz)

Teeth: 6

This has been a big month of change in Arthur’s life.  He is now crawling around all over the place and every day he gets faster!  He is pulling himself up to standing and when he really wants something (i.e the remote for the TV or my phone) he will shuffle along gripping onto the sofa to get it!  This has resulted in Arthur taking A LOT longer to go down to sleep as he is too interested in sitting and standing up in his cot.


Not only has this opened up numerous possibilities for Arthur, it has changed mine and Mark’s life dramatically too!  Eyes in the back of our heads are not enough to make sure that this little guy stays out of trouble!

His new ability to get around so quick has resulted in a trip to the hospital which was very dramatic for me and Mark but Arthur has recovered just fine!

A tooth came through the day after I posted Arthur’s 7 months post, it was luckily uneventful and we seem to have hit a little break in teething (phew!)

I had three nights having to do solo bed time routine for Arthur as Mark was working on the school play (which was a big success!).  It was hard work and I am glad to have him back to help out, Arthur is too he enjoys Marks bed time stories much more than mine!

Arthur has had a lot of time playing outside in the garden, he really enjoys having a good look round but particularly enjoys eating grass (and attempted to eat a snail, luckily i rescued it!


We have been swimming lots and Arthur is now lucky enough that he has his own paddling pool.  When we take him to the pool he is getting so confident he loves being put up on the side to ‘jump’ in!

Arthur is still happy eating anything and everything.  Mostly he like it when he can pick it up and eat it himself, loaded spoons are less interesting to him now.

We are getting lots and lots of noises from Arthur now, still no particular ‘sounds’ as such but he’s so expressive and he really does let us know how he’s feeling, we are lucky that he’s a happy baby most of the time although he’s pretty bossy!!

Lets hope for a hospital free month and lots more adventures with Arthur!

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A trip to hospital (A bad mama moment)

Sunday started off as such a lovely day, we had a nice big breakfast had a bit of a lazy morning and then we went for a family swim at the pool.

It was really hot even by mid afternoon so Arthur and I were playing in his room with the Air Con on we had a really nice hour or so.

I then for some reason I will never really no let him play on the bed, his play mat had been put on there as Mark had been cleaning the floor (he’s a keeper!) and rather than move it back i left it up there.

As with every house here I know all the floors are tiled, it helps to keep the house cool and its easy to clean with all the sand and dust but it isn’t baby friendly at all.

I’m sure you can see it coming, Arthur fell off the bed.  The sound of him hitting the floor made me feel sick to my stomach.  I ran to him and grabbed him.  Initially he screamed but once I had him cuddled up he went really quiet.  I grabbed Mark and we got a few things together for Arthur and went up to the hospital.

He had a bump on his head and it bruised straight away, being so quiet made us think he had a concussion so we were desperately trying to keep him awake in the car.  Of course we were stuck behind the slowest driver ever who was literally stopping and waving to everyone he saw.

In the car I broke down crying I think, I think it was because I gave myself a second to realise how awful it was that I let this happen to our baby.  I started thinking that Mark was going to hate me because i’d let it happen and of course I was extremely worried that there was real damage to our little guy.

At the hospital there was hardly anyone around and you could see everyone really had that Sunday feeling, no urgency  all the nurses were sat around watching local TV (showing what can only be described as the Seychelles version of songs of praise).

We didn’t have to wait long at all to see the doctor which i was impressed with.  His English was not good and it was difficult to communicate with him but he figured out that Arthur had a fall and hit his head.  He shone a big torch in his eyes (like a torch you would take down into a basement not a little doctors one) and asked if he had been sick (he hadn’t).

The doctor then grabbed the book that said ‘paying patients’ on it, I felt like he was excited to fill this in.  He said Arthur was fine but he was going to keep him in for 4 hours to observe him.  We were taken to the children’s ward which had one little girl in who was clearly quite poorly.  We sat there with Arthur the nurse eventually came looking a little annoyed that we had made her miss some of her tv.  She asked us if he had a temperature we said we hadn’t taken it so off she shuffled to get a thermometer.  He didn’t have a temperature.  She gave him some medicine for any pain he may have from the bump.

After an hour it was time that Arthur would normally have his dinner and we had nothing like that with us.  We asked if he could have food the doctor said no not for 4 hours, the nurse corrected him and said 2 hours will be fine.  Mark drove home and got a bottle for him so we would have it ready when he could have it.  We decided we would just give him milk and see how he got on with that.

By the time we had been there for 2 hours I went out and said Arthur was hungry and asked if I could I feed him.  The doctor then said we could go home.  After some confusion it was determined we would have to pay 800sr (around 40 quid) for our 2 hours in the hospital.  I can’t help but feel a little ripped off, I know we had piece of mind which of course is amazing but I am not really sure where that figure came from (the cynic in me thinks maybe it covered the next months TV costs so they could watch more songs of praise!)

Arthur settled down very quickly for bed, it was an hour past his usual bed time so this wasn’t a surprise.

Although I was relieved that Arthur was safe I couldn’t relax.  I checked on him continuously through the night and spent the whole time just beating myself up about what a crap mum I was that this had happened.

Mark was amazing through it all and kept me calm and reassured me that I’m not crap!  I also got lots of lovely support off my parents the next day and from lots of my lovely twitter friends who all confirmed that this had happened to them in some shape or form with their babies.

I am still feeling pretty crappy about the whole thing but Arthur is fine, just a little bruise on his head.  I think its a lesson that had to happen and a reminder that I will always have to stay on my toes with Arthur.

My birth story

I’ve linked up this post for the 2nd Binky Linky!

So I realised that I hadn’t written down my birth story anywhere until Emma over at Emma & Alfie’s world said she was going to do a collection of them on her blog.  It was a great opportunity for me to finally get mine recorded.

I thought I would share it here too!

In the Seychelles, if its your first baby you go to Mahe (the main island) to have your baby (we live on Praslin island) three weeks before the due date.  Now for most people this isn’t too much of an issue, as they will have friends or family living there that they can stay with.  Well we didn’t have that option and so we had to find accommodation for me to stay in.  My husband would have to stay on Praslin as he would still be working.  Luckily for me my mum and dad were coming over so I had some company and some help if I needed to get to the hospital and just general help while I was a big ball of a pregnant lady!  So accommodation booked for 5 weeks (3 weeks before and allowing up to two weeks after due date before I would be induced)
At my 20 week scan (which was actually at 22 weeks) they told us we were having a boy.  They also told us that at that time he was breech.  It was no problem though, it was still early days and he had lots and lots of time to turn around still.  I don’t know what it was but I knew he wasn’t going to turn around, I just had this feeling he was going to stay breech.
The kind of thing that can make it more likely a baby will be breech is if it’s the second baby, it’s twins or more, the uterus is an unusual shape, or placenta previa among some other things that I can’t remember!  Well none of those things matched up with me.  Even armed with the knowledge that less that 5% of babies are born breech I still had this feeling that he wasn’t going to turn.  My husband felt the same way.
It got closer to my due date and every check up I had, our little guy still hadn’t turned!  I knew he wasn’t going to….little monkey!  At 30 weeks I was booked into have an elective c-section.  I had read a lot about how people feel really disappointed at having to have a c-section.  I’ll admit I did feel this a little bit, that I wouldn’t be able to have my baby the way ‘nature intended’!
However this actually ended up working really well for us.  With my husband on a whole different island we didn’t have to worry about how he was going to get to me if I went into labour in the middle of the night!  Also it meant that my mum and dad could plan their stay around it (after all they were still going to be in the Seychelles and they wanted to enjoy their time before the baby came!).
So I went into the hospital on the 25th June (at 37.5weeks pregnant).  I had a chat with the anaesthetist, discussed that the two main options were an epidural or general anaesthetic.  The decision was clear for us that I would have an epidural.  I didn’t want the risks involved with a general anaesthetic.  I then was put in a room where the baby was traced, I could hear him moving around and his little heart beat it was beautiful.  They then shaved my belly and I had to sign some forms.  No more action until the next day.  I got little to no sleep, how could I?  I knew I was going to be meeting my baby in the morning!!
My husband and my parents arrived at 7 in the morning on the 26th and things then went pretty fast.  I got dressed into my hospital gown and taken into theatre at around 8:45.  In the Seychelles no one is allowed to go into the theatre with you so I was by myself.  I made sure that my husband was going to get to be with the baby while I was being stitched up.  I didn’t want either of them to be on their own!
I then met my doctor for the first time.  The anaesthetist was there and was really calming and reassuring.  He told me that the epidural would be uncomfortable but as I had a tattoo on my back he told me I would be fine!  He was right, to be honest the needle wasn’t bad at all.  That could be due to adrenaline of course!  I then felt a cold feeling, which i guess was the anaesthetic.  That didn’t feel very nice but within a minute or two that had gone and the numbness started going down my legs.  I had a oxygen mask on, not sure if that is normal or not but I had one never the less!  I think it did help me as it made me concentrate on my breathing rather then what was going on down there!
At 9:25 Arthur was born, I had prepared myself that quite often the baby makes no sound initially when first born by c-section but i heard a little coughing noise and then a cry.  I burst into tears!!  That was it I was a mummy!!  They cleaned him up a little bit and the doctor was then removing the placenta etc (I guess thats what he was doing anyway!) I got to give Arthur a little kiss, he was bundled up in a big fluffy towel.  He was then taken away from me to get properly cleaned up and to go into a little incubator while I was being stitched up.  My husband was with him at this time.
I think it was around 10:15 that I eventually came out of theatre…..it felt like forever!   I got wheeled back into the ward where my mum and dad were with me.  Shortly after that Mark came in with Arthur and I got to have my first cuddle.  I had been away from him for less than an hour and I had missed him, he had been inside me for 9 months and so even that short little time without him felt like an eternity!
Recovery was surprisingly okay from the surgery.  I didn’t get out of bed at all on the 26th but the next day I walked to have a wash and use the toilet, the first day was pretty slow and painful but it got better really quick.  I didn’t take much pain medication at all.  I can’t even remember what the strong stuff was that I had but whatever it was I only used it for two days and then after that I was just taking paracetamol.
My entire stay in hospital was 5 nights (including the night before I had Arthur) I went back to our apartment on Mahe.  Mark had started his paternity leave on the 25th so he was there with me along with my mum and dad.  We took Arthur back to Praslin when he was around 2 weeks old on the little inter island plane.
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Love is…..

Ive been tagged by both my petit canard (who came up with this lovely new tag) and YouBabyMeMummy to share my definition of what love is 🙂

So here it is 🙂

Love is……..

Family time; an evening walk on the beach, swimming, or a stroll in the Vallee De Mai are my favourite things to do with Mark and Arthur.

My wonderful husband Mark putting up with my all too frequent tired induced grumpy moods

Arthur reaching out and grabbing my hair during dinner time, didnt you know porridge fruit and yogurt is THE new hair treatment to have (because I’m worth it!)

Watching Arthur learn and master new skills, it’s amazing.

Seeing Arthur and Mark together.

His cheeky little grin, seriously it just gets me every time, especially with all those little teeth in there!

The amazing cuddles I get when I take Arthur out of his cot in the mornings, it’s the best!!

Evenings cuddled up on the sofa when Arthur has gone to bed, barely able to stay awake watching some tv that we have downloaded to get our British telly fix!  A special treat is having this with a glass of wine 🙂

Skype conversations with our parents, particularly when we get to do video chat with Arthur.

so that’s love for me 🙂

i tag 🙂

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