Born a respectable 7lb 9oz and now after many healthy meals from her mum she tips the scales at 10lb.
She has turned from a skinny little thing into a far rounder 'Winston Churchill' look. This is all good of course.
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Killer smile
Thursday, 19 June 2008
Sleepless in Sydenham
Just had one of those nights everyone promises where you get no sleep.
Rose cried and cried, we changed her, fed her and comforted her and to no avail. Actually she would drop off if lying on my shoulder, but then i can't sleep so when i tried to put her down it all kicked off again.
Eventually, we just put her down and let her cry and felt very guilty.
Feeling a bit of a zombie at work. It's all because I was feeling 'this isn't so bad, i can cope with this' that fate intervened.
Hopefully this won't be every night.
Rose cried and cried, we changed her, fed her and comforted her and to no avail. Actually she would drop off if lying on my shoulder, but then i can't sleep so when i tried to put her down it all kicked off again.
Eventually, we just put her down and let her cry and felt very guilty.
Feeling a bit of a zombie at work. It's all because I was feeling 'this isn't so bad, i can cope with this' that fate intervened.
Hopefully this won't be every night.
Monday, 16 June 2008
Comparisons
Vanity is a terrible thing and whilst it's easy to think your own baby is the best, we actually got to see if it was true at the weekend.
Deborah, Rose and I went for the first big meet up of all the families from our ante-natal class. The mums had met before, but this was the first time all the children had been there too.
It was a nervous moment and I was expecting the worst, but I needn't have feared, Rose was by far and away the best looking. She definitely had the most hair, which everyone remarked upon.
Rose was also, bizzarely, pretty much the biggest and most developed baby, even though she was the last one of them born. I realise we've been pretty lucky really.
After a while we drifted into boy and girl groups, us guys talking about rugby and football and the girls (apparently) talking about breastfeeding, stitches, sore nipples and nappies. Go figure...
On the Sunday it was my first Fathers day as a dad. Slightly underwhelming as Rose didn't realise, though I'm sure this will improve in the years to come. We did have our first outing into town, though, which was exciting. Rose cried in the Photographers gallery and Paul's - what a good girl.
Deborah, Rose and I went for the first big meet up of all the families from our ante-natal class. The mums had met before, but this was the first time all the children had been there too.
It was a nervous moment and I was expecting the worst, but I needn't have feared, Rose was by far and away the best looking. She definitely had the most hair, which everyone remarked upon.
Rose was also, bizzarely, pretty much the biggest and most developed baby, even though she was the last one of them born. I realise we've been pretty lucky really.
After a while we drifted into boy and girl groups, us guys talking about rugby and football and the girls (apparently) talking about breastfeeding, stitches, sore nipples and nappies. Go figure...
On the Sunday it was my first Fathers day as a dad. Slightly underwhelming as Rose didn't realise, though I'm sure this will improve in the years to come. We did have our first outing into town, though, which was exciting. Rose cried in the Photographers gallery and Paul's - what a good girl.
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
One day at a time
Deborah and I enjoyed our first wedding anniversary on Monday. This was part of a pretty great long weekend consisting of a garden party at Deborah's parents, a lazy Sunday in Crystal Palace and a cool day out at Kew Gardens.
The weather was hot and sunny (I got a tiny bit burnt) and the days were balmy. Rose was good as gold during the day, mostly sleeping and looking cute.
The nights, however, have been a bit more fraught. Rose seems not to be as happy at night and needs quite a bit of comforting. She often gives the indications of wanting some food, but then gets over-excited with arms flailing and finds it hard to get a good latch.
The difficult nights are more of a burden to Deborah of course and she has talked of switching to bottle feeding. We'll have to see.
It feels a little at the moment that we are getting by, one day at a time.
The weather was hot and sunny (I got a tiny bit burnt) and the days were balmy. Rose was good as gold during the day, mostly sleeping and looking cute.
The nights, however, have been a bit more fraught. Rose seems not to be as happy at night and needs quite a bit of comforting. She often gives the indications of wanting some food, but then gets over-excited with arms flailing and finds it hard to get a good latch.
The difficult nights are more of a burden to Deborah of course and she has talked of switching to bottle feeding. We'll have to see.
It feels a little at the moment that we are getting by, one day at a time.
Friday, 6 June 2008
Back to work
I really enjoyed my week of paternity leave. We had some challenges, sure, but Rose was relatively easy to look after and it was just nice to spend time with her and Deborah.
It was a bit of a blow when I had to go back to work, not least because I felt I was abandoning Deborah to the sole responsibility of looking after Rose. I feel bad enough that I can't help with the feeding.
Deborah has tried to help me out by not calling on me so much at night, but this only increases her burden so we'll have to see how that goes.
My returning to work seems to be joined by Rose waking up and being a bit more fractious. It's dreadful as a parent when the little creature you brought into the world is crying and obviously upset, yet you can't seem to make things better. I want to take away any pain and discomfit, but we just can't always work out what the problem is?
This all means I cherish all the more those great moments when Rose is awake and just looking around taking in her surroundings. Sometimes she looks up at me and I feel a real connection.
It's all worth it really.
It was a bit of a blow when I had to go back to work, not least because I felt I was abandoning Deborah to the sole responsibility of looking after Rose. I feel bad enough that I can't help with the feeding.
Deborah has tried to help me out by not calling on me so much at night, but this only increases her burden so we'll have to see how that goes.
My returning to work seems to be joined by Rose waking up and being a bit more fractious. It's dreadful as a parent when the little creature you brought into the world is crying and obviously upset, yet you can't seem to make things better. I want to take away any pain and discomfit, but we just can't always work out what the problem is?
This all means I cherish all the more those great moments when Rose is awake and just looking around taking in her surroundings. Sometimes she looks up at me and I feel a real connection.
It's all worth it really.
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