Nesting

As a new mother you can sometimes feel drained, it’s a total one sided relationship in the beginning. So you can understand the absolute joy when your baby starts responding to your voice with smiles and the start of a giggle.

Spending quality time as a family before a hectic Christmas. Belle is noticeably more alert and responsive, she can hold your gaze now.

Getting used to using the dummy to settle herself, still won’t go much longer than 10 minutes without wanting to be picked up.

Back home in Newcastle and in definite need of a bath.

 

Today we’re heading off alone back to the ŵirral to visit family. Away from Arif for the first time is slightly daunting, but I have many family members to help. Belle is surprisingly good on the train..and bonus is we’re riding first class for once. I really want a gin and tonic but don’t want to look like an irresponsible parent.

 

It’s day 40 and Belle still won’t sleep In her cot. This is how we woke up this morning, her nestled into my chest. It’s how she sleeps most nights , allowing myself the chance of more sleep. Today I rocked the pram whilst showering again but I managed to make it up and out of the house in just over an hour- record time. Her first trip to the Baltic consists of feeding her in the cafe and seeing no art.

A mother-daughter selfie attempt gone wrong, she’s definitely progressing far beyond her age.

Sporting a bonnet knitted by my nan.