She eats...

...and eats and eats… I’m tired. She thinks napping is for losers so she’ll fight it with all her little body and then, after finally succumbing, she’ll wake up too soon, still tired but expecting the milky reward – we all know how exhausting and energy consuming sleeping is, don’t we? Very early on my mum and husband suggested a pacifier. So we bought two. She took one, tried and spit it up. I tried again and again. Each time she’ll take it, try and spit it up. Nothings coming out, so why bother, right? And today, desperate, I tried again. And it made me cried. Why? Well, tiny little baby crying and rooting like a starved woodpecker (45 minutes after an hour long feed, I must add), so I try the pacifier. She takes it, starts seriously sucking on it for a while, then lifts her eyes wide open as if asking “it’s coming, isn’t it, mama?” I say “you’re not really hungry, calm down, you need your sleep”. So she doubles the effort while staring with her wide open, trusting eyes – her mama would try to trick her, the milk will come if she only sucks hard enough… You can imagine what followed…

Another milestone..yipeeeeee!!!

I hardly dare to breathe - Saboodlette has just (well about 20 minutes ago) fallen asleep on her own. Not in the cot, obviously (to big, too flat and all) but in the... the name seems to be "rocker" or "rocker chair". Whatever the name, she sleeps. And it was about time - my back is hurting, my knees are hurting. She's exactly 8 weeks today, she has a sense of timing, little monkey. Let it be a beginning of progress and not a one-off. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssseee!

Poopy post

Some of you may know, Saboodlette had a poop issue – following a small fissure she refused to poop. She got an X-Ray done, her bowel washed, got treated for constipation although she wasn’t constipated, poor thing. Luckily I finally found a doctor who isn’t above listening to parents and talking to babies, even buttoning them up after the (gentle) examination. Saboodlette liked him so we keep him despite our (useless BUPA) insurance not covering it. Well, she ended up on glycerine every four days. Since nothing was happening (apart a huge but perfect glycerine induced poop every four days) I was going to schedule another visit sometime next week. And today I decided to hold off the glycerine until the evening. And… after much stinky gas and fussing, the huge, four day stool came on its own. We’re all relieved.
Other random things.
1. A friend has just gave birth to the sweetest babygirl. It was only after seeing the newborn that I realised how much Saboodlette has grown – I was convinced until now that she’s just the way she was at birth, regardless of whatever the weight and mesuring tape would say.
2. I figured out a way of mincing meat without a special, big, difficult to clean machine. I love my 8 years old Braun mixer. We can now enjoy all the bolognese and kebabs we want. We don’t like buying already minced meat so this is sooo cool.
3. I had a brainwave yesterday, an idea for a business here. What Dubai needs is a baby friendly spa or Mother and Baby Spa. Where you could go with your baby, first a tandem massage treatment and then get a pedi while feeding the little monkey. And no, someone coming to your home is not the same, not even close. A home with a baby and no maid is as far away from a spa as possible, unfortunately…