A Whole New World

Well, Prince Daddy has taken both Little Princes out to Ninjas so I'm grabbing my chance to blog while I can. 

The Littlest Prince has turned life at the castle upside down, given it a good shake and put it back together inside out.  We knew we were lucky to have a "good" baby with Little Prince - slept well, ate well, grew.  Littlest Prince is doing none of the above.  Although he is drinking milk like it's going out of fashion, he isn't gaining weight as he should be and so our Health Visitor has recommended changing him onto Lactose Free milk as she suspects he may be intolerant.

 

She's weighing him again on Friday so we'll see if he's done giving us scares.  At birth he decided that breathing and keeping his heart beating wasn't quite for him and so pooped in his waters and gave up.  So as I was being sewn up after an emergency caesarean, he was rushed to Intensive Care at the Special Care Baby Unit.  I didn't meet him until he was over 24 hours old.

 

Prince Daddy took Little Prince in to meet the Littlest Prince in the evening.  He is now totally smitten with his baby brother and is thrilled to have met him before even me.

 

Little Prince spent last night reading The Gruffalo to Littlest Prince.  It was Little Prince's favourite story as a baby and he insisted on finding his book to read to Littlest Prince.  Strange how these things come back to you-both Little Prince and I could recite it from memory, having read it on many, many bus journeys, every night at bedtime and as an afternoon filler before a nap.

 

The Littlest Prince worships his big brother and gives him all his best smiles and is even-at 10 weeks-trying to laugh.

 

Narcolepsy and Newborns aren't the easiest combination to handle.  Prince Daddy and I are ships that pass in the night as we alternate looking after Littlest Prince and sleeping.  My planned naps are more important than ever with a new baby to be responsible for; and as a night worker, Prince Daddy needs at least 7 hours unbroken sleep in order to be of use to his boss.  And so we are playing Pass the Baby as children play Pass the Parcel but as you unwrap the nappy layer, the prizes aren't nearly as nice.

Sports Day and Other News

Little Prince's School held their annual sports day last week.  As he is still in the infant section, they don't do formal sports but have 35 stations around the school field where the kids rotate round and do little events.  Such as the rugby "try", the bunny hop, shooting basketball hoops etc.  It was a joyful shambles. Half of the younger kids kept wandering off and having to be rounded up by the leaders.  The older kids had set up the events and the "jumps" etc were spaced too far apart for the miniatures to jump in one leap.  The queue system fell apart quite early on as all the kids wanted to have a go and sundry calls of "Jo-fish" and "Welly-ottt" were heard. A lot. 

 

The whole day was an incredible success.  The day was well supervised and the teachers and children gave their all.  Parents and kids had a great time and winners were declared by house colour.  The only formal race that was run with winners was the 60 metre race which was run in heats.  Even though Little Prince was spectacularly bad at all of the events bar the bunny hop, he had a great time and everybody was upset when 3 o'clock came round and hometime was declared.  Little Prince's sports day was so different from the sports days of Princess Mummy's youth.  Maybe it was the fact that it was an afternoon instead of the whole day.  Maybe it was that the event was planned for May instead of mid-July, or maybe it was because the teachers were so enthusiastic and engaged that the kids couldn't help but be sucked in. 

 

In other news, Princess Mummy has started Weight Watchers.  Last April I climbed on the scales and the numbers went up, and up, and up.  So, when Prince Daddy broke his leg, and I had to take care of him, I was thrilled to see the weight drop off.  But then it stopped.  Then it crept back on again.  And so, finally, I took matters into my own hands and dragged my sorry bum to WeightWatchers. 

 

Honest to Goodness, I've never eaten so much food in my entire life.  Instead of the whole "eat less, move more" mantra, I've found myself eating better.  Tonnes of food, but better quality.  And 3 meals a day!  I haven't eaten 3 meals a day since I was 18 and moved out of Queen Mummy's house. 

 

Being in WW has caused me to reconsider how I treat food.  Prince Daddy has always said that my relationship with food is downright unhealthy.  And now I'm starting to see what he means.  Apparently one meal a day is not healthy.  Ok, one meal and a giant bar of chocolate. 

 

Yesterday, for example, I ate 2 poached eggs on toast, a baked potato, pasta in cheese and tomato sauce, mini biscuits, a banana, and some grapes.  And still, at first week's weigh in, I lost 3 1/2lbs.  How does that even work? 

 

I'll keep you informed whether it works again this week.  Keep everything crossed for Wednesday's Weigh In.