I hate Huggies nappies!
They are a terrible fit and leak very easily. I had just changed my sons nappy no more than five minutes when the clean one leaked all up his side. To top it all off, he was just out of the bath with clean clothes on an hour beforehand. Whoever designed them clearly forget the small fact that babies are 3D! The nappies have a front and a back but no sides, just a tab to hold it together. And Pampers aren't much of an improvement I must admit although they are slightly more rounded and don't leak every time, just every other!
I had been moaning about my problem when a friend, mum to a slightly older baby, suggested I try Asda Little Ones nappies. So off I went to my local Asda and much to my delight, the nappies where on special offer, two for £10.00 (they are normally £5.75) With fifty six nappies in a pack, that's one hundred and twelve nappies in all, they are much more reasonably priced than the leading brands. I decided to go for the 'comfort fit' and also went up to a size 3 because although my son is just within the weight range, they will last longer.
Three days into using them and I have to say I am highly impressed. they are a great shape and fit. We haven't had one leak and I can get right through the night without changing him if hes only wet, which I never could do before. They even feel a lot softer to me which I am sure makes a big difference on my sons bottom. I know its not important, but they also have a funky coloured polka dot design and say 'Little Angels' on the bum! I highly recommend them to anyone having similar problems and would appreciate any further recommendations on other brands.
Signing out... Not So Yummy Mummy X
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
10 Things I Have Learned Since Becoming A Mum
1. I am the ultimate multi-tasker.
2. I can survive on two hours sleep.
3. I make a really good cup of strong coffee.
4. I dont need to eat as much food as I used to.
5. Poo comes in many many diferent colours and textures.
6. Pee smells worse than poo.
7. I really don't like the smell of baby milk.
8. There is more to life than shopping and shoes (very hard to admit).
9. The world is a very scary and unsafe place.
10. I can love someone more than I love life itself.
2. I can survive on two hours sleep.
3. I make a really good cup of strong coffee.
4. I dont need to eat as much food as I used to.
5. Poo comes in many many diferent colours and textures.
6. Pee smells worse than poo.
7. I really don't like the smell of baby milk.
8. There is more to life than shopping and shoes (very hard to admit).
9. The world is a very scary and unsafe place.
10. I can love someone more than I love life itself.
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
First attempt at blogging :-/
I suppose I should give you a bit of background information about myself to give you a bit of an idea about where I'm coming from, before I delve in.
I met my husband for the first time when I was about thirteen. We went out for a while and then went our separate ways. It wasn't until six years later that I spotted a familiar face behind the bar at a friends birthday party and we have been inseparable for the last five and a half years.
Two years later I fell pregnant with our beautiful daugther and after a tough pregnancy, our angel was stillborn. It was a very tough time but we grieved in our own ways and it brought us closer together than we had ever been.
That Christmas, he proposed and we (I!) decided to get married and then try for another baby. We married eighteen months later on a picturesque country estate in Florida.
Five months after our wedding and just days after what would have been our daughter's second birthday, we went to visit my in-laws in Spain where they live part time. We had a lovely time and it took my mind of the fact that I wasn't pregnant yet. I enjoyed a few gins and resolved to be pregnant by Christmas only to return home, take a test and discover I already was!
It was an awful pregnancy filled with aches, pains and a large dose of stress and anxiety. We had countless appointments and scans to check on our baby and after a very rough few day in hospital I was induced and our son was born five weeks premature, weighing in at six pounds and two ounces. He was prefect. Ten fingers and ten toes, just a bit of bruising on his face due to the fact that he came out so quickly! He scored a more than satisfactory nine on his apgar, the method to quickly and summarily assess the health of newborns at birth. We soon discovered that his suck had not yet developed and he could not feed and his bruising seemed to get worse so he was admitted to the special care baby unit. Twelve agonisingly long days later we brought our bouncing baby boy home and it has been all systems go since then.
My little tiny boy now weighs a whopping ten pounds at nine weeks old and I am settling into motherhood. I know its a cliche and everyone says it but he really is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am not however, going to lie and like some mothers, tell you that it is all plain sailing. It is hard work and very tiring but I am taking it all in my stride and enjoying the good bits-the adorable coos, cute smiles and unconditional love- and glossing over the bad- the multicoloured poo, projectile vomit and constant worry.
After I gave birth to my daughter, the baby weight fell off me. At the time, and up until a few weeks ago I just thought it was normal. I now know that it most definitely was not normal- I am struggling to shift the four stone I gained on my five foot two frame! I now put this down to the fact that it was my first child and that I was grieving and subsequently not eating. I also got away with no stretchmarks. I this time I have not been so lucky.
I have very little time for myself and being the self confessed, high maintenance beauty junkie that I am, this is a total shock to the system and isn't going down too well. I can see my natural hair colour for the first time since I was seventeen and I always considered myself to be quite swarthy skinned but I can now see that I just didn't let my fake tan completely fade. I just about have time to slap on a coat of mascara in the mornings these days and the scary thing is that I'm getting used to it.
Like any new mum, I have been reading books and trawling the internet for hints, tips and tricks. I have read numerous articles, forums and blogs searching for advice and support. I have found myself commenting on so many topics on forums as I have so many opinions to share, and I need an outlet as my facebook friends are diminishing thanks to my constant status updates so I decided in the wee hours of the morning, after reading lots of blogs about all sorts of things mother and baby related, while letting my sons feed settle in his belly, that I should start my own blog. And so here I am. Every week I intend to write truthfully about my experiences as a new mum and sharing any hints and tips I pick up, my fight against the baby weight and hopefully I'll find time to try out a few beauty products along the way. I hope I haven't bored you all to much with this long winded background but I feel it is important for you to know a bit about my life and I hope you are looking forward to the next instalment.
Signing out... Not So Yummy Mummy X
I met my husband for the first time when I was about thirteen. We went out for a while and then went our separate ways. It wasn't until six years later that I spotted a familiar face behind the bar at a friends birthday party and we have been inseparable for the last five and a half years.
Two years later I fell pregnant with our beautiful daugther and after a tough pregnancy, our angel was stillborn. It was a very tough time but we grieved in our own ways and it brought us closer together than we had ever been.
That Christmas, he proposed and we (I!) decided to get married and then try for another baby. We married eighteen months later on a picturesque country estate in Florida.
Five months after our wedding and just days after what would have been our daughter's second birthday, we went to visit my in-laws in Spain where they live part time. We had a lovely time and it took my mind of the fact that I wasn't pregnant yet. I enjoyed a few gins and resolved to be pregnant by Christmas only to return home, take a test and discover I already was!
It was an awful pregnancy filled with aches, pains and a large dose of stress and anxiety. We had countless appointments and scans to check on our baby and after a very rough few day in hospital I was induced and our son was born five weeks premature, weighing in at six pounds and two ounces. He was prefect. Ten fingers and ten toes, just a bit of bruising on his face due to the fact that he came out so quickly! He scored a more than satisfactory nine on his apgar, the method to quickly and summarily assess the health of newborns at birth. We soon discovered that his suck had not yet developed and he could not feed and his bruising seemed to get worse so he was admitted to the special care baby unit. Twelve agonisingly long days later we brought our bouncing baby boy home and it has been all systems go since then.
My little tiny boy now weighs a whopping ten pounds at nine weeks old and I am settling into motherhood. I know its a cliche and everyone says it but he really is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am not however, going to lie and like some mothers, tell you that it is all plain sailing. It is hard work and very tiring but I am taking it all in my stride and enjoying the good bits-the adorable coos, cute smiles and unconditional love- and glossing over the bad- the multicoloured poo, projectile vomit and constant worry.
After I gave birth to my daughter, the baby weight fell off me. At the time, and up until a few weeks ago I just thought it was normal. I now know that it most definitely was not normal- I am struggling to shift the four stone I gained on my five foot two frame! I now put this down to the fact that it was my first child and that I was grieving and subsequently not eating. I also got away with no stretchmarks. I this time I have not been so lucky.
I have very little time for myself and being the self confessed, high maintenance beauty junkie that I am, this is a total shock to the system and isn't going down too well. I can see my natural hair colour for the first time since I was seventeen and I always considered myself to be quite swarthy skinned but I can now see that I just didn't let my fake tan completely fade. I just about have time to slap on a coat of mascara in the mornings these days and the scary thing is that I'm getting used to it.
Like any new mum, I have been reading books and trawling the internet for hints, tips and tricks. I have read numerous articles, forums and blogs searching for advice and support. I have found myself commenting on so many topics on forums as I have so many opinions to share, and I need an outlet as my facebook friends are diminishing thanks to my constant status updates so I decided in the wee hours of the morning, after reading lots of blogs about all sorts of things mother and baby related, while letting my sons feed settle in his belly, that I should start my own blog. And so here I am. Every week I intend to write truthfully about my experiences as a new mum and sharing any hints and tips I pick up, my fight against the baby weight and hopefully I'll find time to try out a few beauty products along the way. I hope I haven't bored you all to much with this long winded background but I feel it is important for you to know a bit about my life and I hope you are looking forward to the next instalment.
Signing out... Not So Yummy Mummy X
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