Such a perfect day.

In the words of Lou Reed “it’s such a perfect day”

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Sunday, glorious sunshine, family and good food. Yes, today has been pretty perfect, or as close to it as you can get and I don’t want it to end. You know the type of day? I’m in a state of bliss and sheer happiness, I feel comfortable and at ease and I feel happy.

I’ll begin with a run though of the day, we woke at around 730AM, Eleanor doesn’t really give much option for a lie in. Up, fed and dressed, ready to roll. We got the bags together and jumped in the car to the local park, ready to explore and enjoy a dose of vitamin D.

Behind Duthie Park there is an old rail line, the Deeside rail that you can use as a walking path which takes you right through to Banchory and makes for a lovely walk on a nice day. Full of blooms, shrubs and people out on family days, cycles, dog walks. It really is very beautiful, especially when the sun is shining and there is a bit of hustle going on.

 

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With Eleanor tucked in the Pram and Fern on the lead we were good to go. We didn’t walk the whole distance as with a dog and a hungry baby that may have taken the whole day. We got out past Aberdeen though before turning back around and heading home for lunch. It was lovely just to walk, to talk and be in total sync with one another. I was sure to get some sunny snaps whilst we were at it. If you didn’t take a picture, did it actually happen? I’m all for photographs and making memories.

After we returned home and gave Eleanor lunch we done a wee drive up to my Mums as she was caring for Eleanor for the afternoon while we had a little date day, a trip to pizza express. A late Sunday lunch of pizza and rose wine, could it get better? It’s so important to have some down time as a couple when you become parents. So often your time is focused on baby and rightly so, but you do need to take time to care for one another too and enjoy time not being parents for five minutes.

A short but sweet trip and I must say, I left a little tipsy after my glass of wine. Tipsy, on a Sunday afternoon, can you believe it?? Wild. We walked back home by the river holding hands and feeling merry and returned to Mums to collect Eleanor and have a news with the family. I love family time and spending time up at my Mum’s (she has the good snacks).

Getting ready to head off home once again for the last leg of the day, my Mum gifted us with a care package. Biscuits, Tinned foods, Yogurt and whatever else you can imagine. You know, the good stuff that Mum’s tend to buy. A sweet gesture and a lovely wee hamper (carrier bag), that will keep us going a whole while I’m sure.

Now, I always tell my Mum that we don’t need nor want anything and she never takes a telling. Always picking up bits and bobs for us. The most generous and kind lady I have ever known. We have an inside joke that every time I go up to Mums, I leave with an extra bag. It’s true.

Back home, we sat down to a bowl of snacks and some juice and finished off the season of 13 reasons why, a show we began to watch on Netflix a few weeks back. After ending the season, it was time to head off for a big sleep after a busy, busy day. I went to sleep wishing that the day could go on forever, I was in a state of bliss.

Sunshine, good company and good food, they all make for the best of days and the greatest memories. These are the kind of day that I cherish and look back on with nothing but joy. Some times, all it takes is one day, one moment to change your mood, your views and perspectives. On this day, I’ve learnt that life really is beautiful and there is beauty everywhere, in everything, and everyone. My mood has been uplifted and for the past few months I’ve been feeling more calm, more comforted and generally grateful for everything and everyone that I have in my life.

 

Keren x

 

For Heavens scent: The five scents I’m wearing right now.

A little out of my usual blogging style, I’ve branched out and went for a little light reading to share. I hope you don’t mind, taking a little break from baby talk and parenting woes right now. Why? Well, because things are good and I don’t want to risk jinxing that and suffering a bad night of teething pains. I’ve come to like sleep.

To keep it light and easy to read, I’ve decided to share my five favourite scents right now, the go to perfumes I use daily and the perfumes which I hold close for a special occasion, using only on a big day. Here goes, I hope you enjoy.  First up on the list..

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Miu Miu:

Gifted by Euan on his trip from Malaysia, it holds a special place in my heart. My weekend scent, a little spicy and brings a sense of night fever with it. A scent that would suit a fancy restaurant, a classy establishment, a scent I wear to go a walk with the dog on a Sunday (fancy doesn’t work for me). Regardless of how and when you wear it, it’s a sexy and spicy scent that stays put. A wee scoosj and you are good to go from morning to night. I love it.

Chanel No. 5 :

This needs no introduction, a cult classic that has been worn through the ages and screams femininity. I find this smell romantic and I like the scent it leaves behind in your skin at the end of a busy day. Faint but powerful,it never brings a bad day. I use this for special occasions, birthdays, Christmas, family events.

Some days, If I feel a little flirty, event or not, I’ll give myself a wee spray, throw on a pretty dress and suddenly I’m Marlyin Monroe.

La Vie Est La Belle

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Ah Lancome, always deliver a beautiful scent. Girly, sweet and oh so floral. Always a treat and my daily go to. I love this scent, I’m on my second bottle, close to beginning a third. I find this smell just reminds me of a candy shop, sweet and strong. It hits you right away and leaves a lasting impression through the day. A scent that makes me happy.

With a bottle almost as sweet as the smell, it’s hard not to resist. Next time you pass the perfume counter, I dare you to take a sniff. You won’t be disappointed and may leave with a lighter purse.

Stella McCartney:

POP by Stella is absolutely delightful. I was gifted this by my Mother for Christmas and adore it. Each year, Mum gets my sister and I to choose a perfume for Christmas, 2017 I chose POP.

Sweet, feminine and simply delicious, it really is good enough to eat. I dabble with this from day to day, I like to use a few scooshes a time as it’s just so yummy. The smell is light and floaty but stays put for the whole day. Even when faded it still smells lovely. A light and delightful scent for those Summer days exploring in the sunshine.

The bottle is also quite funky and the campaign for this was full of all things pretty and pink. Really glad that I got on board with the brand and gave POP a whirl. It unleashes my girly side each time I wear it.

Marc Jacobs:

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Twinkle – one of the latest editions of the daisy brand that Jacobs have been committed to for years. I am avid fan of the whole range and have been through more Daisy than I can remember.

Working through the new and improved Dasiy for years, the Summer editions and the limited editions. I think that my love of High fashion perfume began with a variation of Daisy and I’m sure I’ve lost more pay cheques than I’d care to admit to the perfume counter in Debenhams.

Anyway, this one is special and still boxed. It will remain so until my Wedding day as its so special to me. The purple bottle immediately caught my eye and from the first test smell I was, I am, hooked. Exactly like childhood sweets, parmaviolets. This sent is both nostalgic and delicious, I seriously can’t get enough.

I had thought my Daisy days were over but here we are, Marc Jacobs have done it again and caught my breath with the delicious smells they create. My Wedding day can’t come soon enough, I will walk down the aisle of the registrant feeling like a wee dream with this smell glued to my skin. A keeper and a go to for years to come. Thank you Marc.

Do you have a favourite scent? A smell that takes your mood to an instant high? I hope you enjoyed this wee read, I thought that a little light reading mixed in with all the heavy stuff and the emotional issues can be a breath of fresh air. Don’t you think?

Keren x

Cinebabies.

What is there to do on Saturday morning with a baby? Well, turns out, a lot. For example, a trip to the cinema for a baby friendly screening. On this occasion to see the Star Wars, Han Solo installment.

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Yep, you read that correct. My nine month old had her first trip to the cinema at 10AM this morning (I’m amazed we made it). I think the selling part may have been the popcorn for Euan. As both avid cinema fans, when we heard that a baby screening was to be going ahead, we booked up right away. If we can holiday with a baby, surely we can go to watch a movie? Brilliant.

There was a whole bunch of excitement, firstly to catch the next Star Wars and secondly, to take Eleanor along with us and experience the big screen first hand. We got up and sorted, had breakfast and headed out on a sunny walk to the cinema. I grabbed a coffee for the road of couse, fuel as I like to call it these days. Without coffee, I’m nothing. Good old cuppa Joe.

Not over sure how the experience would be, I fully expected to be upping and leaving soon after entering the screen. I was fully equipped for a disaster of sorts, prepared the baby bag with snacks and a spare change (you never know). As a new Mum, I find I do often over plan and over think, I worry and I stress over every situation. Big or small..I’m working on it.

The cinema was full helpful and friendly staff, there was a Pram drop off point and we were reassured that breastfeeding is okay and that the atmosphere was relaxed. Almost too relaxed, at one stage I was near asleep. There were several families and young babies.

I won’t lie about how much of the movie I did or didn’t see, but I can say that I got to at least sit down and watch the screen for the full movie duration, something which doesn’t often happen at home. It was nice to feel comfortable and at home on a trip out, this is something that can often be stressful on any given day with a young baby. I felt totally at ease at the cinema and had a joyful experience. All three of us did.

The Han Solo movie is probably my favourite of the Star Wars bunch to date. I watched it happily and even found room for a little laughter here and there, I missed the start due to tending to Eleanor but it wasn’t too big a deal and caught up easily a short while later. The babies were better behaved that any regular screen and there were little interruptions. Some babies were roaming around with parents, some sat on the floor and played and some much alike Eleanor, fell asleep on parents laps.

The atmosphere was very much chilled out, you wouldn’t ever imagine a cinema screen full of babies as calm, huh? Oddly, it was super chilled out and the relaxed feel made you feel at home and at ease. There was no pressure and as a parent, it was nice to get some time back in a day to enjoy a past time of ours with our baby.

I hope to return again soon for another cinema experience with the baby club. I’ll ensure Euan keeps a tab on what’s coming out and when there will be showings. Prior to Eleanor’s arrival, we spent much time at the cinema and I’m keen to enjoy family days out to see a movie, a good bonding experience and the cinema snacks are always welcome at any time of day for that matter. Early morning ice cream? Why not?

Have a lovely weekend, I’m off to enjoy some sun and family time. Winding down before my return to work. Stuck for things to do with a baby? Need to get out? Check your local cinema for baby screenings. I can happily say the experience was great and I will be returning.

 

Keren x

 

Hey! I think I’m getting into this whole Motherhood thing.

Let’s get this straight, in honesty, I’ve always been into this Motherhood thing, from the night that I realised I was pregnant. I stopped smoking, stopped any alcohol consumption and lived on mounds of fruit, veg and vitamins. I very quickly took on the responsibility of parenthood and gave up what was no longer advised. Since becoming a Mother, I’ve shared my struggles and the darker days with you all. I won’t lie, it’s been tough.

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I wasn’t ready to become a Mother and had no intention to start a family any time soon, however, it happened and from the moment that I came to terms with this, my family has become my only priority. Now, I wouldn’t have a day go by without Eleanor by my side and its hard to remember a time when she wasn’t around. My little snugs, my ray of sunshine and my whole life. My baby has brought so much love and so much joy, I’d be lost without her.

The adaption from a family of two to three, the sleepless nights, the constant nursing, the balance.. If there is one? I’ve fought many battles in such a short time and I finally, nine months on can say I’m feeling content and happy. I’m at my most content since pregnancy, I can praise myself and recognise my strengths. My outlook and passion for life is looking up and life is good. Hurruah!

I’ve just a few weeks before my return to work, I’ll be going part time and working a three day week. This takes some anxiety off as I will still have days with my baby and can still treasure all those little moments. I have finally started to really enjoy my time off from work, I have a good routine going with my girl and we have the whole days planned out, it seems to work a treat and keeps everyone happy. Happy baby happy Mum, right?

It has taken nine months to establish any set routine, I’ve finally got it and I’m getting some time for myself back in a day. Of course that’s not what Motherhood is all about, it’s about time with baby, and raising a child, but If I get just half an hour to myself, a short break, I feel refreshed and relaxed, ready to be with my baby and give her my whole attention. I can be the best that I am and it feels good to be getting a little balance at long last.

Eleanor has dropped to around three feeds a day, as an EBF baby, I thought this would never happen, I believed she would breastfeed until she was into adulthood, it was testing and draining but now, I cherish those feeds daily as I know each feed is drawing closer to her last. There will come a time when she no longer feeds and that bond will be over, this upsets me but also empowers me.

I’ve fed my baby girl since birth all on my own, I’ve nourished and nurtured her, doing the best job that I can. Feeding day and night some days and without much time to care for myself. It has been a privilege and it will be an accomplishment that I will remain proud of for my life.I have had the time to reflect and realise that I’ve done the best that I can and that will always be good enough. Yes it was tough but you know what? It was great and I’d do it over and over. The exact same way.

I have began to relax and appreciate my way of mothering my child. I am now content with the decisions that I make daily and I feel as though I over come challenges as best as I can. I no longer get upset over things I can’t control and I no longer obsess over the mess. Fiona from across the street doesn’t care if the floors haven’t been steamed and nor I should. The mess can wait, my baby and family time cannot.

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I no longer feel the need to beat myself up about something that hasn’t gone as planned. Eleanor hasn’t ate much dinner, Eleanor has been in a wet nappy for too long, missed her bath, Eleanor has skipped a nap.. no longer bothers me. For now, I just make do with the daily cards I’m dealt and deal with it. Have I played enough today, read enough, danced enough?

Sure, I’ll always question if I have done enough or if I could have done better,i think all parents must. Has she had enough nutrition today? Have I fed her well enough? The questions always plague my mind and the insecurity will always creep in. My abilities are questioned daily, but I’m the only one that is questioning myself. I put the pressure on myself, something which I am working to ease off on. Something which I am beginning to ease off on. I’m becoming at peace.

I realise that in that moment, each day, I do the best I can. My best will always be good enough. I’ve beat myself up too much and made enemies with my mind, questioned my abilities for months. I’m taking control and will enjoy Motherhood and enjoy giving myself that pat on the back because you know what? I do good and it is okay to recognise and self appreciate from time to time.

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Motherhood is messy, it is Challenging and some days, some circumstances are out with control, I’ve figured that rather than dwell on what I can’t change, or get upset with circumstances outwith my control, I take it in stride and move on. For the most part at least. As long as my baby is happy and healthy, not much else matters on the grand scheme of things. I can sit down in an evening and enjoy that glass of wine, or that biscuit and know that I’ve done good and that my baby is happy. What else matters?

I feel relaxed about going back to work, it’s a necessity and I’m okay with that. Sure, if I could, I’d spend all my time with Eleanor and work from home, doing something creative and wholesome, however, I don’t have that luxury and I need to make some money so we can enjoy days off and trips out all the more.

I no longer punish myself for the bad days and I no longer sit inside waiting for a good day to come. I get up, get out and have the best day every day, something which I believe a positive mindset and care free outlook can and does make possible. To any new parent out there who feels alone, or who feels stuck in a bit of a daily rut I would say soak it all in and appreciate every single day for all that it is, just know you are the best you can be and if your baby if fed, dressed and loved, little else matters. It’s taken me nine months to realise this and relax but now that I have, I know there is nothing to worry about and no reason to cry. I’m going to enjoy knowing I work hard each day and I am going to enjoy a glass of wine this Tuesday evening as a thank you to myself, to my body.

Here is to being a parent, self appreciation and working bloody hard each and every day. My baby is happy and healthy, my heart is full and my family is my world. Thank you Motherhood for teaching me to be grateful, to be thankful, each and every day.

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Keren x

 

Living our best life. My baby and I.

Maternity leave is drawing to an end and the Summer months are upon us. Hello sunny spells and warmer days! With both of these factors in mind, I’ve been determined to make the most of the last few weeks alone with Eleanor, full time. I’ll return to work on a tgelree day week, so this still leaves us time together but I’m aware it will never be the same.

Eager to spend as much time together and work on her development, we have been living our best life. 8AM and we are up, fed and out. Straight to the park most mornings for a play on the swing and then we go off on a bug adventure. Living in Scotland, there’s not alenough opportunities to get out in the sun so I’ve been taking advantage and just getting up and out. Straight to it, Eleanor adores the outdoors and the play park. We have been laying on the grass, swinging and even having a turn on the big slide.. I held her all the way down. Don’t worry.

I caught some photographs of our time at the play park, on the swings and Eleanor just looks in pure bliss. Sheer innocence and joy from my baby girl. Take a look, she is fast becoming such a happy and bright little girl. I can’t believe how fast my baby is growing up right before my eyes. Blink and you miss it asp they say.

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Just look at that wee face, her little teeth poking through, rosy cheeks and the sun in our face. Lush.

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I’m slowly conditioning myself back to a working schedule and trying to regain a balance that isn’t just all about baby. I’m trying to adapt with the thought of not having Eleanor with me daily and the fact that she is growing up just too quickly. My baby is becoming a little girl and I am almost ready to hang up my duty as full time Mum. Of course, Mothering my baby will always be a full time job but I have to make space in my life to get back to my day job and earn some money once again to make days off Eleanor all the more enjoyable. Ice cream trips, soft play zones and trips to the farm are calling us. We love the outdoors, and we will just have to make the most of each day we have.

For now, I’m handing the ropes over to Grandma, who will care for Eleanor initially when I make my return to work. I can’t express just how jealous I am that my Mother will get to enjoy Eleanor while I enjoy the work place.. Or try to. I don’t think there will be a time where my focus will not be on my baby and my family.

My life has been turned upside down by this tiny little soul and I couldn’t be happier about it. I love her with everything and now, everything that I do will be focused around her and family life. There’s no time for selfishness nor thoughtlessness in my life, I’m all about being the best Mother for my baby.

Here’s to the maternity leave. It’s been tough, it’s been challenging and raw but most of all, it’s been unforgettable and I’d do it all over. The exact same. My heart has grown incredibly.

A change of heart.

First of all, I’ll apologise for my lack of prescene online. With a growing baby  demand for my full attention at all times has become a first priority. Eleanor is now on the move, vocal and ahaving a spell of nap refusal. We have 5AM wake ups and 8PM bed times. I began a book way back in March and I don’t think I’m half way through as of yet, it’s terrible. Call it laziness, call it busy, exhaustion, whatever you like.

The point is, I have so little time to think right now, I don’t have the spare time to blog,when I do get that minute peace, I nap because frankly, it’s the only hope of a good kip. An active and demanding baby and an active family life has left myself with little free time to blog or even concentrate for that matter.

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I return to work in a few short weeks and my priorities right now are making the most of this time out in the sunshine, playing at the park and being with my baby. I’ll never get this time back, my blog can take a back seat. I think that’s fair? Anyway, as I mentioned, I’d keep you all in the know with any wedding plans and change, so here I am, posting about a change of dress as Eleanor has a feed.

I was set, good to go. A white dress, inexpensive, drop hem, little lace.. It was perfect..until it wasn’t. With the Wedding drawing close and free time running low, I was on a tight time scale and budget to find the dress for me. Sure, the white was lovely but I’ll stats that say for a Summer day. It wasn’t right to wed in, it’s just not enough of me, it was much too ‘safe’, and I’d hate to look back and think I wish I’d worn another dress. Scrolling online, I came across the perfect dress. It would have been wrong not to try it on for size. As the title of this blog implies, I had a change of heart. It was instant.

The Friday afternoon that it arrived, I was ecstatic. I didn’t expect it to fit so well or look as it did but its just right. I’m sorry option one, in the closet you go. This dress is to die for, a cowl neck, a slinky material that hugs all the right places made from my favourite material. Modest in length (longer than the first) and my favourite colour. Correct I’m not wearing white on my wedding away. The accessories I have match perfectly and I have a faux stole coming my way to finish my look off. I’m hoping for an old school, glamour look. A little modern take on a vintage bride. Birdcage veil included.

With mention of the birdcage veil, I’m still unsure of a hairstyle? I think a ballerina bun, scraped back from my face and held high. Classic and simple yet practical with a small baby who tugs at my hair and face non stop. Right now. I’m unsure wether to incorporate a braid for some modernism or to just let my hair hang loose in beach style waves with the veil draped down my face? I have some time to play around and an appointment with the hairdresser on the day on my wedding to get my favoured style put in place.

I have collected some little accessories here and there. Vintage Bobby pins, a blue brooch to fit the something blue trend, a garter hand made from Etsy by the most lovely lady and some small rhinestones which I’m not quite sure what to do with yet! I’ll find a use though, my Mum said you can’t have too much sparkle on your wedding day and I’m going with that. Although she returned her dress as she claimed it was too much sparkle for a day time..

Euan and I have a photographer booked tnow too, something we weren’t originally going to opt for but with only having one wedding day in your life time to gtt it right and have it just as you would dream it, we decided to go with a local woman who took beautiful images of Eleanor back at the beginning of the year. It seemed only right to re book with Eni, and to remain an intimate ceremony and celebration. I’ll be grateful to look back on our Wedding photographs come years and cherish all of the memories, especially of Eleanor being with us.

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(I think she is feeling as excited as I am for the big day when Mummy and Daddy get married, don’t you?)

We are set to meet the coordinator at the hotel reception on June 3rd before I return to work and get all of our plans, table set up and decorations in place. I’ve got all the little bits and bobs that we will use to decorate the room, now just to hand over the supplies and get the menu’s down to a tee for the big day.

I’m real excited as time reals in on us. I can’t wait to have a lovely day with my love, my baby and our close family and friends. I’m so happy with how our plans and ideas are taking shape, my dress and whole look has come together on a whim and how small and intimate we have kept the day in general. Now just to wait for the day to come around and seal the deal. How did you spend your Wedding day? Has anyone had a fiasco with a Wedding dress last minute?

Keren x

Flying with a baby.

Flying with a baby will be easy they said, babies will just sleep they said. Em, let me just revisit what I can only describe as a very painful flying experience with my child. An experience that I am in no rush to revisit for some years. Let me elaborate.

Our travels back from Cyprus to reach home began at 315pm with a coach transfer to the airport from the resort we were staying at. Now, I knew that the time of day and travelling through dinner time as well as bed time could be an issue, little did I know just how much of an issue and the upset that was to come.

The bus ride from the resort to the airport was fairly easy going, Eleanor sat on my lap quite chilled out. Watched out the window and played with the window screen, there was little fuss and I was in good spirits, particularly good spirits considering we were headed for home and back to the daily grind. Although holiday was over, I was excited to get back into a way of life and routine.

We arrived at the airport and got through security with no issue, we had a coffee stop and a toilet trip to get Eleanor changed and freshened up for the flight. Our problems began soon after, a tired baby who refused to nap for the day and didn’t take much food is never a good sign. Waiting in the queue for the gate to open and board, I could tell the trip would be a bit of hell. The queue was massive, the plane was to be full and my baby was very grumpy and impatient getting, this would only worsen as the hours went by.

We finally got boarded and took to our seats on a full plane. To begin, we tried to entertain Eleanor as best as you can on a plane with limited space. We got out her toys from her travel bag and used them as a distraction for her, as this was failing, we tried her with some snacks. Eleanor was not in the mood to play, nor to snack, nor to even have her feed of milk. It was going to be one of those days only without the comfort of home.

The plane was very hot and we had to strip her off to her nappy to try and keep her cool along with a hand held fan. As Eleanor was becoming crannies more people began to intervene. The children in front of us tried to play with her and offered soft toys (she tried to gnaw on these) and I gave them back before the children were left horrified. We were offered words of support and guidance from those surrounding us and we shared sympathetic looks with another mother on board with a baby.

Eleanor was very upset and frustrated after a short period on the plane, with five hours to go of this we tired her with a dose of nurofen to rule out teething pains and a trip to the bathroom to change her. In honesty a change made it worse and she returned to her seta screaming and crying. As red as a beetroot and my heart was breaking for her. I’ve never seen my baby so upset and I was worried that the plane was too hot for her, I didn’t want her to have a convulsion from the heat or anything scary. There was little that I or Euan could do.

From hour three, probably two hours of crying down, this became a constant scream and attracted the attention of the whole flight. I rocked my naked baby in my arms as Euan fanned her off. I tried to offer her the breast but she refused and just wriggled about as though in pain and screamed. I was unsure what she wanted, I haven’t seen her in this way probably ever, a sight and experience that I do not want to revisit. Ever.

The holiday was great, but seeing Eleanor so upset and uncomfortable broke my heart and I have vowed to never put any baby through the stress of travelling again. I’ll never forget how upset she looked and how helpless that I felt in those hours on the plane. Did we push her too far unneccesarily?

We finally got Eleanor to sleep through feeding and rocking, it was painful and heartbreaking. I was worried d for my babies health and I hoped that she was okay as she lay along my torso flat out and hot. I watched her every breath like a hawk and monitored her through tears in my eyes. Travel was just too much for her and I’ll not put her through this for some years again. Not until she can walk, talk and tell me what she needs and wants.

When landed, we had to dress Eleanor who was like a rock from being so flat out. Trying to fully dress a sleeping baby is no easy task, believe me. We waited until near last to get off the plane to avoid the rush. We didn’t avoid the stares of others and the judgement from people as they passed, I wouldn’t have expected to either after the scene that was put on. I was glad to be going home as I’m sure all three of us were. The next goal was getting to the car and making it home for midnight.

Upon arrival home we just dumped our bags and got into bed soon after changjng Eleanor. What a day, what an experience and what a fright we all had. I felt hot and bothered just reflecting on the time we spent aboard the plane. Bed time was a long awaited treat, we were all exhausted and a good sleep was definitely required.

Though not a great experience to say the least, I’m glad that we gave it a go and if was worth while for some family time in the sun and a different climate bonding. Eleanor and Euan have grown a great bond and I’ve fallen more in love with my family than ever which is hard to imagine as I thought I couldn’t possibly have more love to give, turns out, I do.

If there is anything the trip has taught me, it is to chill out and relax more. Don’t live life so on the edge, take it as it comes and forgive yourself for mistakes and mess ups as they will happen, over and over. There’s no way to parent right or wrong, only what works in that moment. We can revisit and review, we can scrutinise and reflect on our abilities but we should never punish ourselves for what has been. We learn grow and move on and I am learning to be more supportive of my own decisions and confident of my parenting.

I’d not recommend to fly with a baby so young but you don’t know how it will go until you try, if you are getting set to jet off with a baby, all I can recommend is that you are as prepared as can be and are aware that it can go either way. Good or bad. Whichever way however, it wont last forever and a bad experience will slip to the back of your mind soon after landing.

For now, I’m sticking to those home comforts and local surroundings. I’ve done my time in the sun and I’ve had my fair share of stress that comes with holidaying as a three, baby in tow. I need to holiday to recover from the holiday, there is no two ways about that. As I return to work in a few short weeks, I am going to have some down time at home with my baby and making the most of the moments that we share together. I am keen to work on her development and milestones at home for the time being and enjoy as much cuddle time as I can possible get. I am all too aware that I will be back to reality soon and that my days with Eleanor all to myself are well and truly numbered.

 

Keren x