I had imagined a nice, cute picture of her hand on mine recording the difference in size. I’ll have to do it some other time.
But of course I’m the kind of person who then stubs their toe and thinks that I should put it next to my baby’s hand instead. It doesn’t even really look that bad in the picture, but it got worse as the day went on.
I stub my toes quite a lot, though I thought I hadn’t hit it as hard as previous times but afterwards it hurt more. I had moved the sofa to do dance videos and there was less space to walk by it than usual, so obviously the one time I’m not wearing my sandals I kick the sofa leg. I usually hurt them on the bed or something. Perhaps it doesn’t look that bad because the bedsheet is more purple.
(My feet looks quite tanned compared to B’s hand. I guess I’ve been wearing sandals a lot and B isn’t in the sun very much.)
I’ve cut them again since, but I think I did a better job that time; I need to start cutting them and then filing them. She’s started to grab me a bit more, so I probably should for our safety.
Oh those milk spots. I said in my last post that in a few posts time I’ll talk about crying again. Well her skin problems were the main reason why I got upset…
I feel like I’m depriving her by putting them away all the time; I should only really do it when she sleeps. I haven’t used the mittens in a while though…
So adorable. We did swaddle her more in the beginning and we thought about buying a swaddle rather than using a blanket, but we haven’t done it in a while either.
She just said to use some cream if the skin feels dry and that milk spots are super common.
She had probably been scratching it, but her eyes get gunky and I have to clean them a lot. Their tear ducts get blocked easily at this age. It seems to be getting bad again, so I need to keep doing this massage:
I’ve mentioned how great doctor’s appointments are near me at the moment a few times on this blog (I’m sure it’s a similar situation in the rest of the UK, but I don’t know for sure). It must be better for doctors with less people missing appointments/being late, and like I said I don’t have to stress about leaving home. Speaking of stressed about leaving home…
Of course I had just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed when it went off. I had never heard it go off before. I just kind of froze in panic. It would have been different if Tiago was there, but obviously he wasn’t. I just didn’t know what to do.
Do I carry her? Put her in a carrier? Put her in a car seat? Put her in the pushchair? Do I put her in a cardigan? Do I change her clothes? Do I bring a bottle in case I feel awkward feeding her? What if we are out there for hours?
I should have just grabbed some stuff quickly, put it in a bag and sorted her out once we got outside. Hopefully I won’t have to worry about it again, but next time I’d just get us out ASAP as you never know if it’s real or not.
(Then perhaps too many unnecessary hashtags about me interacting with neighbours/wanting to interact with neighbours.)
I saw two next door neighbours once during lockdown and I wasn’t even sure if they were the neighbours I’d seen before. I don’t know if they noticed that I was pregnant. Were they surprised to hear a baby a few months later? The other next door neighbour/s I might have seen once but I don’t remember. I feel like the one I saw a bit moved out. It’s a shame as in London we knew one neighbour and I thought we would know more here. The day that we moved in we chatted to a guy who lived in our building and he seemed nice, but we haven’t seen him since. So yeah, I’d be keen to know our neighbours more.
The way we spoke to people in our last building was by looking after their post, because it used to get stolen a lot. Here it doesn’t seem to be a problem though…
The alarm was going off right outside our door, so I was also worried about subjecting B to that noise. How she slept through it all I don’t know, but she did and we did a shoot. Hurrah!
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