Baby clothes mystery

Courtesy of a babysling, I recovered the use of my two hands for the moment which makes typing much easier, as Saboodlette is a monkey-baby, she spends her time draped over me, or, if in good mood, she’ll sleep on my knees on a nursing pillow (another great invention – normal pillow didn’t cut it). I’m told, it’ll pass. Inshallah. So the sling is not perfect as I still feel her weight and so does my back but I brought it onto myself – she is definitely not a surprise baby, so talk to the hand, Saboodle.

What was I… ah, yes. Clothes. Most women, when pregnant, get warned not to buy too many newborn size clothes, ditto diapers, as the baby will grow out of them within days or not even fit into them if it’s a big baby. As a first-time mum you get scared to buy anything/confused/unsure what to do, depending on your personality. Basically you freak out. Luckily, most of Saboodlettes clothes were bought for her by her grandma – lovely new carter’s stuff bought in outlets and garage sales silly cheap. We got a couple of missing pieces ourselves at mothercare and were waiting. We weren’t really expecting a giant but I do have some tall genes on my side so you never know, as the ultrasound estimations are often so wrong you might just guess by the size of your bum and spare yourself the expense. Husband claimed the clothes were “too small” – he was sure expecting a two-year-old to come out. And then she came. A perfect average baby, her hight and weight right in the middle of the charts for girls. And the clothes? Well, luckily, when I was visiting my parents, we went to a baby shop with my mum and there were these perfect, tiny, softest little sets for newborn babies. We bought one as they seemed sooo tiny and much smaller than the other newborn size clothes we got. Was I glad that I insisted on buying it! I should’ve bought two, as they were the only clothes Saboodlette fitted into for the first weeks. Yes, weeks. As in three weeks. In all the other things she looked like a poor baby in hand-me-down clothes from rich and big. Good thing she didn’t have leaky diapers (thank you, Pampers size 1 and thank you, Co-op for stocking them), otherwise she would get a lot of clothes-free time (which she hated). Then into her second week, grandma bought her an outfit that, well, fit. Funnily enough, it was designer - even at this age they make smaller clothes than the high street versions, haha. It was only at 4 weeks of age that her “newborn” size started fitting in length and a week later they stopped looking oversized in width. Hence my question – are western babies really that huge at birth? I know a couple of babies born at over 4 kilos but they are all boys. So?
Just to clarify – when I say newborn size I mean newborn size, NOT 0-3 newborn size. These are still much too big.

Saboodlette

She was born on the 12/09. Been induced. On the 9th. The pushing itself lasted for 2 1/2 hours. And contrary to the popular mythology, I did not forget the pain as soon as I saw her. 25 days later I still remember the agony. All I have to say is - epidural rules and anestesiologists go directly to paradise.
So Aidiya is not her real name - it's her nickname since she's our aidiya - aid's gift ;) I like Saboodlette as well, which one should I keep for the blog? Btw, she's got another nickname - Jaws. Yep, like the film title. Ouch and ouch.
So I have a couple of ideas for posts: If you think you'd like to give birth - think again, The truth about gas, Milk'n'Blood - not only for Masai, I want my mama, Waiting for poop, The art of sleeping upright, Are other newborns giants? Hospital receptionists - the other term for useless, etc... unfortunately my brain is a mush, my attention span equals one of a goldfish and typing with one hand is a craft I'm still trying to master. But I'll try, I need to whinge and vent and I like having an audience while doing so.