Post-partum Body: Week One

There’s a lot of things people will tell you about expecting. They will tell you about the joys, the highs, the lows. The symptoms and the things that can happen to your body. But what people don’t like to talk about or simply don’t share down to over excitement with a newborn is the effects of after birth. What happens in those first few weeks, what your body will look like.

No one tells you that you’ll be all padded up, breast pads, maternity pads, perhaps a bed sheet pad as well as a wound dressing some surgical stockings and non flattering undergarments. And there’s potential for a lot of leaking. Excuse the candid truth.

I’m quite lucky that last time around it didn’t take too long to get back to a size just 3lb over what I was prior to pregnancy. This pregnancy however I have gained a good 3 and a half stone in weight. Compared to just two and a half with Landon. I haven’t had any stretch marks luckily on my tummy despite my bumps being nothing but rather protruding and in no way small.

I’m quite dubious about sharing the loss on social networks like Facebook or twitter because I feel who really cares? Who wants to see my brag about my weight loss post pregnancy. Probably very few, thus on here just the mummies and bloggers who are interested can read about it without having it pushed in their faces.

I’ve had a cesarean section so exercise is off the cards for me for a good 12 weeks. I’m relying on burning up enough calories breast feeding and running after a toddler and the occasional short walk.


This was the last bump shot I took on my phone at nearly 39 weeks pregnant.


This picture is the morning after giving birth in the hospital. Or day one.


This was day two at home.


Day three and the shape changes so much!!


Day five and it looks much higher like my muscles may actually be pulling together and doing a job!


This last image is today’s, day eight! I’m starting to feel less bloated and can’t wait to see what happens in another week or two! I’m anxious as its my wedding next month. But I’m not willing to starve. I’m actually ravenous and constantly snacking burning so many calories breast feeding!!



Finally packed my hospital bag

Unlike my usual organised self, I generally have things for big events and celebrations arranged meticulously well ahead of time! I have a collection of by date organised cards for various celebrations throughout the year but packing my hospital bag? Noooo! Couldn’t possibly have that done despite being considered as “full term” at 37 weeks 4 days pregnant!

See below the ready-to-pop shot from earlier this week! Smaller than I was with my Landon but by no means lacking in having plenty of front! Ha!


The Pink Lining Yummy Mummy bag my other half bought me as a going on holiday present in October has been relegated to hospital bag as we’ve moved little boy up to a cute little backpack. I will use it as my changing bag for a while but I’ve got my eye on another Yummy Mummy bag!

Mine can be seen here exclusively available from John Lewis retailers as opposed to the Pink lining site! The bag has been such a godsend, much better than my previous, more expensive Emmaljunga one! £79.00 for something I use every day to keep my life in check is a bargain as far as I’m concerned, and despite the instructions suggesting that no washing occur, it has definitely been on a hand wash cycle in my washing machine more than once. Well recommended!

This time for my planned c-section, second one aswell, I know I need a lot less than most labouring mothers whose stay can be inevitably long and the procedure requires a lot less than regular birth where Los of accessories and things are needed prior to the birth, with an elective section it’s pretty much step in hospital, into gown, into theatre and onto a ward with the baby.

I am also being incredibly stubborn, I have never spent a night away from my son, we live around the corner from the hospital, it’s comfortable walking and within sight distance. My aunt will have him during the day and my partner will be back in time to put him to bed after be has come in to give mummy goodnight cuddles and to meet his brother. Then the next day I am coming home. Adamant! My section was such a breeze for me last time I’m quite resilient to pain and discomfort I would much rather be in my own home, a stones throw away from the hospital recovering that way. And just be more obnoxious, I won’t be doing the lying in bed thing feeling sorry for myself. It’ll be bonding time for us all. Although I promise to let the other half do the cleaning and the cooking! May as well take the time to recover hehe!

So in my bag is just really things for the baby for one night/day and post birth goodies for me!


I have 4 baby grows for the little one, all of which are from Marks and Spencer as I love the way the newborn things fit, they’re so soft, generously long and snug around the tummy.



One of the sleep suits is also Marks and Spencer. Their newborn baby “kits” are some of my favourite things from in store. The 7 or 8 piece sets come with a great array of things. This one is a jungle theme, fitting considering where I grew up. It’s so gorgeous I can’t wait to see him in it. That’s available on the retailers website here for just £17.00 for the 7 piece starter set.

From M&S I have also bought my muslin squares, we much preferred these to bibs until Landon was weaning onto solids. They were easy to position, mop up and snuggle into all in one. In fact bibs are the one thing we still have left because we rarely used the smaller baby size! And unlike most muslin squares from other retailers M&S’s were a much nicer, softer and kinder material for newborns. As well as coming with a funky design. They’re not on the website but they’re £8.00 for five.


The other two little outfits I have chosen are Ralph Lauren numbers. Obviously an avid purchaser for all the family of Ralph Lauren, particularly the children’s wear it had to be done! Landon’s first outfit was Ralph and I would like to think new babies will be too! 🙂 the newborn collection of baby essential wear is sweet because a lot of it is poppers down the front! Which when you have a newborn you discover is so much easier (as are zippered sleep suits) than trying to rive a suit over the babies head. Everyone’s happier all around if it can be fastened around them. I have picked a striped one and a teddy bear print one which was meant for Landon but never arrived in time to be worn before it was too small. As RL is notoriously small fitting. Luckily my friend in the states has been to the outlet and found us the matching blanket to the sleep suit aswell! Sharp making it a contender for first outfit. (As if this is a serious consideration in my head, far too much yummy not enough mummy going on there).




I really wish we had kept some of landons clothes! But the ones we did keep all went into a gorgeous patchwork blanket for him anyway! And I did like buying it all again for new little boy.

In the hospital bag they go along with first place in first outfit stakes. A Hugo boss velour suit. So gorgeous and tiny and the box is to die for (yup, a sucker for packaging!) rather expensive to wear for about two minutes but I really don’t care it’s too cute. And if you can’t spoil your children as you please what other joy will you have in life!



I’m not sure how it works anywhere else but we need nappies for in hospital and wipes if we’re to use them but milk is provided for formula feeders in these handy ready to go bottles that you affix teats onto and cotton wool is also provided to save taking that in.

I will be doing mixed feeding (first time breast! Eek! I’m not going to be feeding once my milk is established I’ll be purely expressing so have invested in a double electric pump but that’s not coming in with me). So his feeds will be bottle except for the first one or two to try get a milk supply going, quite a bit harder with a c-section as its not a natural process that way. It’s a delayed reaction.

For myself I haven’t packed any clothes yet, but I’m expecting to take some shocking granny pants, leggings and slouchy tops to hide the mum pouch! I’ll also be taking some mini toiletries and my contact lens goodies just to see me through to the next day/going home. And as I plan on having no visitors I won’t be needing any cosmetics either! Wahoo!



Lastly I’ll be taking my camera, my phone, my charger and this divine Winnie the Pooh heritage blanket from marks and spencer which is velboa on one side and cotton on the outside and lightly lined. Perfect to keep the new baby warm in the hospital cot.



At this point in my pregnancy we could go at any point! And I would simply go down for an emergency c-section. However my midwife has said his head isn’t even engaged in my pelvis one little bit, he’s still terrorising my navel and ribs! Joy! So there’s no signs of impending labour, even the braxton’s have eased compared to a few weeks ago! We now have our date (top secret of course) and have just got to wait for it to come about to go in and have the baby!!!



36 weeks and counting….

Less than a week to go until baby is classed as FULLY BAKED, and could arrive at any time from then until my c-section date which will be around the 39 week mark. Which means, less than a week until i try all the tricks in the book to pop some haste into this baby, i think i’ve had quite enough of the cramped situation we’re both in, surely he’d be more happy coming out to play.

So far baby is now back on track along the 50th percentile mark for abdominal growth! 🙂 the main indicator. After many weeks of worry about placental function and extra appointments and the possibilities of an IUGR baby it looks like we may have a normal sized (it will be chunky in our case no doubt, I started off pre pregnancy with first baby at about 7 stone 2/3 and 5ft 6 inches and produced this 8lb 4oz baby! -Landon) His legs are still on a much lower centime the 3rd but its not an issue just looks like he may have wee legs. We have another scan this week to check things are still on track for his growth, the only concern now is i have this super abnormal HUGE placenta. Great for feeding the little guy, but total bewildering!

As far as my fundal height is concerned from the midwife we’re measuring three/four weeks behind, but baby’s the right weight? and my placentas huge? Work that one out! Certainly don’t know how to do normal here!!

I’m feeling the ”chins” now, pretty sick of being ROUND. Can safely confirm my legs are much bigger than they have ever been, my boobs are enormous! (F’s) and even my arms are bigger for me. DEPRESSING. A good near 4 stone weight gain this pregnancy is just not fair for anyone! With a wedding 5/6 weeks after the baby is born this is going to prove some challenge, but it’s fine, we will do it. in some pseudo-celebrity style! despite the fact we cant exercise due to the c-section for 12 whole weeks, and can’t really diet due to breastfeeding and needing to be nourished well. Somehow i am praying out to the tracy anderson gods that we will pull some kind of miracle transformation off! 🙂

Symptoms: None, no twinges, nothing braxtony, no indication of any nice and prompt labour. NOTHING. although should labour hit me in the face i would be freaked out as we haven’t been through it before. just some rib pain. Haven’t even had any milk leaks since one small spot at 24 weeks. Nothing, I don’t think the baby wants to come play.

Clothing of choice: LEGGINGS!!! Big style!! finding a lot of my tops are too damn short, so then i pull the leggings up, and then my bum becomes see through, not a good look for a pregnant lady, I don’t advise it.

Stretch Marks?: NONE, so far this is my only saving grace and the only thing keeping me happy.

Hospital bag is NOT PACKED, I repeat NOT packed, I do not know what I am doing with my life, this needs sorted out ASAP.

Some major nesting occurred yesterday, I pulled out the fridge to steam clean the floor behind it! Thats a little neurotic for myself.

Bump is majorly veiny!!! You might be able to see here on the skin shot below. Super mad network of veins! Great to see we’re well oxygenated but the roadmaps not exactly the best looking thing! Can only be thankful it’s veins instead of stretch marks.

Getting close to d-day and hoping my little guy takes well to the baby. It looks like he’s coming down with chicken pox and he’s spent the last day or two getting well acquainted with the bump cuddling into it. And he points at my belly button when I ask where the baba is. Of course it’s too much to expect a fourteen month old to understand! But he might click when my tummy is gone what I meant by that! He’s good with newborns he just ignores them just older babies he doesn’t like sharing mum with!

Can only hope I don’t catch the pox as my mum reminded me today I had two spots and was warned when I was younger they couldn’t be sure it was chicken pox and I could very easily catch it again as if it was it was a very weak strain and I wouldn’t be immune! Shall be paying for the vaccine sharpish!

Need to get the hospital bag packed this week! Just in case we go into labour! Wishful thinking and need to research breast feeding by pumping only. And also need to look at afterpains after a c-section? Do you still get afterpains if you haven’t gone through labour? Oh there’s so much to do!!!








Recently A lovely blogger (Honest Mum) pointed to my attention, after an angry tweet I made about ”bump” comments, a post she had written on ”Bump Feelers and Baby Holders”

Last pregnancy I was posting every little detail on my Facebook page, from 14 weeks, after our first scan it was ”baby baby baby” this time I can’t help but feel overly protective over my little unborn bubs, probably to the benefit of many of my Facebook followers, they already have to hear every little thing i get excited about concerning my 14 month old. Im probably unfollowed on the news feed by all without children for posting such mundane comments about how well my little man has eaten, or slept or behaved. Poor friends. I would apologise but its doubtful if in the same situation they’d present themselves any differently- overly excited about their kids. 

I have posted bump pics on my instagram and twitter, where i feel is a less invasive crowd. 

But less about what I have posted/not posted/kept secret. eg. no scan pictures have been shared.  And more about what people expect you to share?

When did pregnancy become such an open forum for people to air their views, demand to know details and touch you whenever they feel it’s appropriate. (THE ANSWER IS IT NEVER IS. GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF).

There’s no need for me to be polite about it, I don’t want touched, pregnancy doesn’t make me glow, or beam or be joyous 24/7 it just makes me even more crazy than I already am with  a regular dose of female hormones. 

Now there’s a need to know when your scans are, when you’ll be sharing pictures of it, when you’ll be telling people the sex, what names you want to call him/her, what you’re doing about feeding, what you’re doing about birthing and pain relief—–> (for me the answer is always going to be a c-section and I don’t care if you think its wrong, i’m not at liberty to cause myself unnecessary pain when I have a choice not to push something (————————) that big out of something (-) natural or wonderful as it may be. Not for me) 

Anyway, a friend of mine has found herself in a position where her mother in law, whom she doesn’t particularly LOVE, or relate to, or do anything other than what she has to with, wants to be in the delivery room, she wants to watch the birth, and give the baby its first bath. Your own mother you can say look f**k off and leave me be, it’s my baby, but someone else’s mother firstly you don’t want to look at your innermost private parts, nor do you want them to see you in such a compromised position, nor do you want to be invaded and have such a wonderful time imposed upon by relatives who deem themselves essential in the birth. Well here is the truth, you are not an essential part, its mum, dad and baby who are important, you are an afterthought, suck it up. If you are lucky enough to be such an integral part of the family as a grandparent then you are blessed to witness such a thing, but you certainly can’t invite yourself. And you certainly can’t upset a pregnant lady ever, its a law. an unbreakable one. 

For me, i’m preferring people to get off my bump, in fact there’s not even any need to comment on its size. I won’t be happy when you tell me how big I am, i will be picturing your head in a giant roasting oven. No body wants to hear how big they’re getting, in fact i might mention the next time you have one big mac too many see how you feel.

I am also keeping the name secret, at my own perogative, this time we want it all under wraps. I want to shelter my little bubs and not imagine it’s here yet and the names a bore by the time it comes around, no I want it all exciting and new just like the baby itself.

We have even decided that no one, not even grandparents will be aware of the delivery date. Luckily with a c-section a preplanned date and time are arranged, but this is a luxury, we’d rather not be bombarded with wonders about where the baby is and how is is, we’ll let people know when we have done enjoying those first precious few moments. The only person will be my childcare arrangements, my auntie, until the baby is here. 

And the most horrifying detail, is that I won’t be allowing a single hospital visitor except my son. I’m determined to be in one night only, (last time had two) If anyone is so impatient they can’t wait one day until we’re home then they’re being silly. 

So for all the pregnant women out there, i’m doing it, i’m taking back control and i am in charge! My way or the highway. Privacy all the way. and its about time.


33 weeks: Third trimester drag

33 weeks in, and until now, with having another baby at home, (13 months) it has seemingly flown by! First time around it was so slow! I remember waiting and waiting and now I can’t believe that thanks to a pre-planned c-section that we have 6 weeks to go!

In the interval between pregnancies as well as throughout my first pregnancy I have suffered with Iron Deficiency Anaemia. With seriously critical levels of both Haemoglobin and Ferritin, last time round i managed to take the ferrous sulphate tablets but this pregnancy nothing is that simple. After trying all of the oral formulas, ( tablet and liquid ) and failing—–> seriously debilitating side effects. The doc decided I could have the iron done intravenously, BEST THING EVER. I felt instantly replenished, despite the lengthy process of finding a viable vein, the feint attack from low blood pressure and the long wait. I recommend it to anyone having difficulty taking the oral forms of the medicine.

Thought i’d do a quick database of this week in the third trimester, home stretch!

How far along? 33 Weeks and 3 days

Weight Gain: 45 POUNDS!!!!!! 3 stone and 3 pounds.

Wardrobe: Leggings all the time!!! No maternity clothes here though! Refusing to buy any based on odd pride.

Food Cravings: Ice lollies, and ice cubes and soda and REESES PEANUT BUTTER CUPS.

Gender of little fetus: Another boy

Labour Signs: Plenty of braxton hicks, not that i’m at all keen to start yet!

Stretch Marks: NONE !!!!

Here’s something funny about the third trimester i found on a baby center blog! I am re-blogging.



The third trimester is a whole new game. Just when I mastered this whole pregnancy thing I was hit with the third trimester, and everything went down a big dark hole. There are hundreds of reasons why you know you’re pregnant, but what about the crazy changes of the 3rd trimester? I feel like they deserve their own post…

You know you’re in the 3rd trimester when

  • Picking up a sock off the ground requires preparation and thought.
  • There are crumbs on your belly that you don’t notice until you stand up.
  • There are crumbs in your cleavage that you don’t notice until you change.
  • You’re afraid to laugh or sneeze too hard (you know why…)
  • People look at your belly before your face.
  • You buy new big-girl panties.
  • You get mad that Nordstrom is at the other end of the mall from Macy’s.
  • You consider getting into the car to drive from Nordstrom to Macy’s.
  • Heartburn visits you before, during, and after every meal, regardless of what you eat.
  • You’re full in 10 bites or less.
  • Maneuvering a mirror around your belly to see if you have any stretch marks becomes a daily pastime.
  • You break a sweat walking from the car to the door.
  • You wish someone would offer you a ride from the car to the door.
  • Exercise equals getting up from the couch to fill up your water glass.
  • After picking up a few socks you decide that from now on you’ll leave anything that falls to the floor exactly in its place until your husband comes home to pick it up for you.
  • You select your shoes based on which would be the easiest to put on.
  • You stop wearing your rings in fear of the swelling you know is soon to come.
  • Rolling over in bed is a task that requires counting out loud. 1,2,3 GO!
  • You stare at the cute baby clothes in the nursery at least 5 times a day.
  • You panic about not having the nursery completely ready.
  • You forget what life was like before you fell in love with the baby in your belly.

🙂 Thats all for now!




Bump Update #32 weeks

This pregnancy came as quite the brazen surprise just 5 months after the arrival of my first little boy, Landon Joe. However much of a surprise it’s arrival; the inconvenient timing of a wedding just a mere few weeks after this little sprogs supposed due date, (luckily one of those elective cesarean diva’s so I’ll be having a pre-planned date) I have remained positive and brushed off any comments about the “difficulty” of the task of having a 14/15 month old and a newborn baby. In other, less polite terms. Do one. Not once after the birth of my eldest did I say “oohh I just need some help”, “please babysit for me loads”, “needed my rest”. In fact my son hasn’t slept over anywhere overnight. Probably much to my own avail, I’m not sure i could handle the thought of him being away from me. But however you raise your children it should be without judgement and furtive commentary. I’m quite glad about the gap. 🙂 means I’ll have two lovely boys who are close in age and can play nicely, however I kept nothing from my first, so if I thought I could get off lightly! I was very wrong on recycling terms.

I’ve had another growth scan and appointments this week.

This time round I think we’ve been a little more private. Our own family members don’t know the new ones name. We do. Ha ha ha ha. You’ll just have to wait. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to share the gender with people. In fact this time I’ve become quite protective of my little fetal monster I don’t want to share, be touched or have to elaborate on the details of his growth and well being. He’s mine?! (Yummy mummy turned angry crazy mummy)

Here’s a bare belly shot and a clothing shot (always makes the bump look bigger) and I’m still stretch mark free! Yey! Of course I’ll have finished writing my blog post and for saying I have none a punitive bout of stripes will appear. Just 6 and a half weeks to go for us! Need some tips for bringing on labour so we can go earlier! Haha! (Queue more punitive stripes….)