A year of blogging!!

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I’m going to make this post short and sweet ..

I am really excited to be writing this because it’s exactly a year ago today that I started my blog! And what a year it’s been. I’ve been fat, pregnant, tired, and in labour. I’ve had mental breakdowns and laughed more than I ever have, I’ve cried myself to sleep and gained 2 stone in weight I’ve pissed myself and almost poo’d myself in the middle of Sainsbury’s. I’ve had tantrums and sleepless nights But the most important thing is I created the most Amazing little boy and every second of pain and upset has been worth it.

So let me take you back to last year February 2019. Id always wanted to write a blog that people could follow and read but I never had anything to write about. Then one day after a very long shitty hospital appointment I came home and hid under my bed covers and sobbed my heart out because they had made me feel so shitty about myself and my weight. I still hold a grudge now with chipping norton hospital for that.

Anyway I let myself be upset for a few hours then I thought fuck it, I’m not letting these fuckers get me down… I’m going to make a blog and tell everyone what it’s really like being pregnant. And hell have I opened up to you guys! maybe a little bit to much sometimes (sorry not sorry) but hey what’s the point is trying to make something sound amazing when your really hiding the truth? I was so sick of reading online how other women make pregnancy look so glamorous and how it’s all perfect. Sorry to break it to you but even Celebrities are destined to experience the unplesenturies of pregnancy birth and motherhood.

Weirdly this blog has also helped me cope mentally with everything I’ve been through in the past year. Opening up to you guys and telling my stories really keeps me on the straight and narrow I get so much inspiration from other mums and things I see happening around me, writing my life down for you all to read makes me feel a little less alone and for that I Thank you. I get so much inspiration from every day happenings and that’s how I write my blog, as soon as something funny or embarrassing happens Rather than hiding out of sheer embarrassment I don’t dwell on it I go straight into blog writing mode to tell the world because hey who else do I have to tell when I almost crap myself in the middle of a supermarket except the whole internet? I really couldn’t of done it without you guys! All the amazing messages I’ve received is just so overwhelming and I can’t Thankyou all enough.

So there we have it. A whole year of writing I Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everybody’s support and all the time taken to read my material it really means a lot. I’ve got a couple of funny posts coming soon so don’t go anywhere and heres to another year of blogging!!

Z

Xxx

The life of a toddler

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Firstly I’d like to apologise for being absent on the blog recently. Life’s been pretty hetic and writing the blog just slipped my mind. But lucky for you guys I’m back with some stories to tell!

I guess I can officially call Rex a toddler now! At 7 and a half months he’s crusing around like he Owns the gaff! The clever little sod mastered crawling at 5 months so by now we have (I think) baby proofed the house to the best of our ability. As always you “think” you’ve done everything possible to stop grubby little hands touching things they shouldn’t but they always seem to find a way! If he’s not pulling all the DVDs out of my cabinet he’s pulling all the cushions off my sofa. I call him the human tornado!

Is it just my baby or do all baby’s want everything they shouldn’t have? Rex was spoilt over Christmas with all the toys you could imagine from buzz lightyears to bricks and teddy’s, but no who needs toys when you can play with a old cheesy sock? Rex’s personal favourite is the tv remote. Where there’s a will there’s a way and he always finds a way to get hold of that remote no Matter how high up I hide it. Even more so when it’s something I really want to watch! This child knows what he wants in life and he’s not shy of going for it. Other Rexs favourites include- the bin, the hoover , shoes, boxes, clothes and the mop. what can I say he’s a complex fellow.

Mums of boys can vouch for me here… as soon as my little chap is naked what’s the first thing he does? Plays with his little willy. It’s like ooooo what’s this? I never get to see this I better grab it as much as I can now before mum puts my nappy back on! Oh the hours we spend laughing as he try’s to work out what’s the weird little thing between his legs it really is hilarious. Have you tried getting a nappy on a wriggling 7 month old who thinks it’s a game and just wants to get away. The only solution we’ve come up with it letting him hold something whilst we struggle to get him dressed.

As i said before we’ve mastered the art of crawling. Next on the agenda was pulling himself up on the furniture which really didn’t take long to master. The genius that he is can also walk along the furnature now to. Who knew it would be so much fun climbing up on the coffee table and trying to yank my curtains off the wall? I may be biast but I really think he is so forward with his development. I 100% think he will be walking before he turns 1!

As we all know toddlers love to put EVERYTHING in their mouths and my boy is no exception Christ you have to have eyes in the back of your head with this one. I can clean and tidy for hours and he will straight away sniff out something I’ve missed and put it straight in his gob. As we are talking about putting things in mouths let’s move onto food. So Rex is now on solids. It’s mainly fruit purée and other pouches I pick up in Aldi which are a really grate way to start the weening process. He loves a rusk. Approach those buggers with caution thou youl be washing rusk out the carpet for the next year!! I get baby crisps from Aldi which as essentially large wotsits and he loves them. We did try the little mini baby rice cakes but after one unfortunate Incident I won’t be buying those again. He managed to get one so soggy that he fitted the whole rice cake in his mouth and was gagging because he couldn’t get it out. It frightened me to death so we won’t be having those again. It’s really a case of trial and error with starting solids, one thing I will say Is you tend to waste quite abit of food whilst they decide what they do and don’t like. I may do a blog post at a later date all about starting solids so keep your eyes peeled for that.

All in all Rex is one very happy little chappy, nothing phases him, we’ve had numerous bumps on the head where he’s fell down but he gets straight back up and carries on, he’s very very happy and smiley and genuinely very easy to manage. He’s the light of my life and watching him grow is just the best experience of my life.

Z

Xxx

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Creepy crawlies

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So just incase you didn’t know Rex will be 6 months old next week. I know right! Time fly’s when you are sleep deprived and having fun!! Anyway my boy is actually very clever for his very little age. His CV of life is gaining some badass skills. This kid is going places!

He mastered sitting up around a month ago. Annoyingly he started siting up a week after we’d had a Christmas photoshoot done where we had to sit him up and quickly dash so the photographer could catch it. As you can imagine we’ve had a few bumped heads in the month of learning to sit up, luckily for Rex he is very robust and tends to dent the floor rather then injure himself. Making life a lot easier as I can leave him sat playing on the floor whilst I can get some jobs done.

Have I told you he has teeth? Yes! 2 big white smashers right at the front. And don’t we know about it! The poor soul has really suffered with his toothy pegs. Now as we learn as parents we learn the knack of getting calpol in successfully with no major incidents. If you’re a parent to a teething baby youl know exactly what I’m talking about! Wham bam wipe it on the curtains no messing about in my household.

The most important thing is DRUMB ROLL today HE CRAWLED!! The moment we’ve all been waiting for! Weeks of shuffling around on his bum like a retarded chimpanzee trying his best at crawling but not quite getting it. After weeks of wanting to get at our Christmas tree today all his dreams came true when he decided he was going to crawl over and yank the fucker right over on himself!

That will teach mummy and daddy for taking their eyes off him for a second to celebrate the momentous occasion of him being mobile. Something tells me this is just the start of things to come. Suddenly all the things in my house have been moved to higher ground for its own safety. Once the menace that is Rex gets his grubby hands on my stuff it will never be seen in one peice Again!!

Today the stair gate went up and I’m about to order some plug covers and cupboard clips. Baby proofing the house is our priority this weekend.

As we are very pleased and proud of his achievement today we are on full alert at all times now ready should he pounce on something he shouldn’t!! At 5 months old and already crawling I think this is a sign of things to come for my very clever little dinosaur. Watch this space!

Z

Xxx

Shift the shit

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It’s New Year’s Eve 2019. Rather then going out and getting smashed I’m at home trying everything possible to get my baby to poo. The pour wee soul has had extreme constipation since Christmas Day which was almost a week ago!!

To bring you up to speed with what’s been happening. My boy sometimes suffers with abit of constipation every now and again which is more annoying than anything it doesn’t really bother him most of the time.

Except for right now he’s having a hella time with his bottom habbits! It all started one week ago on Christmas Day where he had an almighty explosion and us not knowing this would be his last deposit for almost a week. If only we knew what lay ahead for us over the next 7 days!

A week of his poor wee tummy giving him so much pain, trying his best to shift that shit and getting nowhere fast. Ofcorse we tried everything possible to get that poo moving in the right direction lots of hard work with zero results. Supposedly cooled boiled water is the thing that gets that poo popping, water wasn’t on our side during the shitting saga. We already had some medicine from a previous bout of constipation he endured a few weeks ago. Even that didn’t work. Carrying on with advice we’d been given by so many diffrent people and still that shit would not budge.

4-5 days in and things were getting pretty desperate, he’s completely off his milk. At his worst he only had half a bottle in 24 hours! There’s one thing I can say I’d never thought I’d be doing was late night massaging of my baby’s tummy trying to dam hardest to get him to poop!! Poor Rex was in so much pain and discomfort he’d be up all night screming and wincing my heart broke for him. Me and Mr M completely exhausted, me on the verge of a nervous breakdown so sleep deprived and sobbing at every given opportunity it’s so hard to feel like this when I know it’s not his fault and he’s the one suffering. I really thought we weren’t going to survive this week.

By day 6 I’d decided enough was enough and I had a telephone call with the doctor who prescribed some stronger medicine to help get things moving. I really didn’t have much hope that anything was going to work. I had visions of him having to have some kind of procedure to get all the poo out. Or me having to stick my finder up his bum hole !

So the new medicine we have to try and syringe into his mouth twice a day. Hardest thing to do ever! Half of it ends up on the carpet so you can imagine what a delight this is trying to get it into him twice a day.

Anyway I HAVE NEWS…. finally 8 days in and that almighty shit has been shifted! That’s right we’ve pooed! Total elation in our household. Party banners and the lot came out to celebrate Rexs bowel movements. Finally he’s in no more pain no more screaming all day and night and I might beable to get some sleep at night!

Well done Rex for shifting that shit

Z

Xxx

Baby’s first Christmas. Expectation vs reality

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It’s around 4pm on Christmas Day and we’ve just had our second meltdown of the day. Mums holding the baby whilst I get 10 min to myself.

We all look forward to baby’s first Christmas the expectation of taking cute photos of the baby dressed up, helping baby open presents and playing with all the toys whilst family look on with smiles and laughter, that’s what every babys first Christmas Is like right?

WRONG! If anyone tells you that’s how their first Christmas with a baby went then they are 300% telling porkie pies. I write this as I’m holding back the tears and tired of pretending to have a good day when all I want to do is go home get in my pjs and go to bed.

Let’s go back to yesterday. Christmas Eve 2019 when I started to get worried about how baby would behave on Christmas Day as he’s been playing up a lot recently. Bed time comes and so far so good. This is where I first went wrong when I expected a good nights sleep. The reality was 1am was my first wake up call of the evening bottle bum change and straight back to sleep. 4am comes my second wake up, unfortunately for me Rex would not go back to sleep. Exhausted and desperately wanting sleep I’m crying already praying to god that Rex is well behaved today. Wishing I could just snuggle up and go back to sleep.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! As were all up we made a start on presents early, I got very spoiled. Rex successfully opened some of his own presents.

The usual tradition still stands of starting Christmas morning at my mums then off to my mother in laws then back to my mums for dinner. It’s hectic but it works for us. Rex was impeccabley behaved throughout the morning happily opening presents (with some help) lunch time beckons Happily playing in his high hair as we are about to tuck into our turkey and stuffing. The second I take my first mouthfull. Que Rex.. I barely even had a chance to digest my chipolatas when he started. God Job I’m used to cold dinners now as I try and settle him whilst everyone else is tucking in. His screams defan the house as everyone is chowing down on turkey and roast potatoes and I just want to run away from it all and let everyone have a nice Christmas. My Christmas dinner wasn’t quite the same cold and stale 😞

Rex completely shattered didnt nap atall today. Maybe I’m in for a good nights sleep? That’s wishful thinking if you ask me. So being a baby and doing what he does best rex just continued to grizzle scream and cry for most of the afternoon making it very uncomfortable for me having everyone watch me try to settle him. At this point I’m trying my best not to burst into tears everyone can see I’m getting flustered and all I can think about is going home. I can see the look on everyone’s faces wondering why I’m getting so annoyed and upset which is making me worse.

So we collect up our mountain of presents stack the car to and inch of its life and doddle off home where by this time Rex is so exhausted he’s compleatly flat out. And goes straight to bed! HURRAH!! I can finally sit down and actually look at some of the presents I got and tidy away.

Is it just me or does everyone want to know how baby’s first Christmas was? Ofcorse you have to lie and say it was great just to sound like a good parent. We darent admit what a shambles it really was.

Having a baby is hard, we expect things to be as normal after having a baby. I thought I was invincible and could do anything with my baby In tow! Oh how wrong could I be. I love Rex to bits he’s my world but occasions like today are a lot of hard work and very very tireing. All in all we had a good Christmas we all got very spoilt.

Expectation 1-0 Reality

Z

Xxx

I have bipolar, what’s your superpower?

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Il be honest this is a post I’ve been putting off writing for a long time. Is it because I’m embarrassed, shy or even humiliated? I don’t know is the honest answer, it’s the elephant in the room isn’t it… something we are drummed into us that we need to talk about and it’s easy until you actually need to talk about your own mental health.

So here we go… you read it right I have bipolar (type 2) that basically means it’s less severe than type 1 (phew) I feel awkward even writing this down because it’s something I have, I live with but very rarely talk about even to my husband even a lot of my friends and family don’t even know about it. Why? I can’t explain the feeling I feel when it comes up in conversation with people, awkwardness like are they going to think I’m attention seeking? Am I going to be asked questions I don’t want to answer? Will they feel sorry for me? Basically all of the above!

I do understand to an extent why people have such negative views about bipolar, sometimes the way it’s portrayed on TV doesn’t help it’s important to know every individual is different. I’m really not worried about people thinking I’m crazy because I know I’m a raving lunatic anyway always have been and that’s not about to change. The only thing I worry about is people thinking I am faking it… I mean if you knew someone like me who’s pretty outgoing funny and a bit of a sarcastic twat you’d never ever think I am the way I am. The reality is I do but I’ve learnt to manage it. How you ask? Let’s find out.

Firstly let me explain to those of you who think bipolar is is some crazy dangerous thing…It’s not scary it doesn’t make me dangerous and it definitely doesn’t mean I’m crazy! To put it bluntly It means mood. 2 moods in fact. One of them being low depressed,down what ever you like to call it. Which touch wood I haven’t been for over 2 years now YAY! There was times I’d spend days in bed not eating or drinking and feeling like I’d had a skip full of bricks tipped on top of me. I painted on a smile for the outside world but the reality was I was severely depressed. My marriage was struggling and I really wasn’t a nice person to be around. I suffered in silence mostly not even talking to those closest to me. All that changed when I decided enough was enough and I wanted to do something about it. Talking is the first step as soon as you open up the conversation it’s like setting yourself free.

Then there’s the other side, I shouldn’t really say this so please forgive me but regrettably I don’t get to experience very often. Professionals call it hypo mania I just call it feeling high because it’s just that. I basically feel like I’ve taken some kind of drug that’s made me all giddy and fun. As fun as it is I’ve done some pretty stupid shit whilst in this state. Racked up thousands of pounds of Catalogue bills, drank myself stupid untill I can’t walk and smoked more then my body could cope with. I lost friendships and I basically didnt give a shit about anything or anyone I’m selfish c**t and behave totally out of order. I get so worked up over nothing Mr M has had to psychically hold me down to stop me hurting myself, I’ve kicked holes in doors and thrown things at the wall and threatend to phone the police if he doesn’t let me go. I’ve taken overdoses of sleeping medication to try and get me to sleep because I’m that desperate for sleep I will do anything. I’ve had days where I haven’t slept my eyes actually in pain and my head so muffled I don’t know if I’m coming or going. Crazy huh? You never knew did you?

For those of you who are now seeing me in a compleatly different light please don’t panic!! I promise you I’m still the same Zoe who you know and love. In fact I’m probably better than I have been for years! For once in my life I actually feel “normal” what ever normal feels like. I don’t get angry like I used to ( no doors were harmed in the making of this story) I don’t drink and smoke myself silly like I used to infact I’ve packed up smoking and the ultimate cherry on top of my mental health cake is I CAN SLEEP! For years and years I have struggled with insominia. Unless you have been unfortunate to experience the utter ballache that is insomnia then you can’t quite understand what it’s like to not sleep for 3 days straight, how upsetting it is laying there night after night watching the clock tick by hour by hour still not going to sleep. Begging my doctor to give me some sleeping tablets to get me to sleep It is by far the worst thing out of all of this I have experienced. Insomnia is my nemesis, and as soon as it comes on I know I’m in for a rough ride. Thankfully praise the lord i was put on a medication that stabilises my moods and also works as a sedative. FUCKING HALLELUJAH !! I felt like all my prayers had been answered after being put on this tablet.

I can tell you since being on It i am like a brand new shiny happy go lucky person that I used to be. And the most important thing is I SLEEP !! Goodbye to the endless nights of staring at the ceeling crying pacing round my room trying to get to sleep. This drug for me is my miracle drug, it’s changed me as a person, no more kicking holes in Doors no more acting like a selfish cow and most importantly no more feeling low except on the odd occasion which is rare now! But not only do I have this drug to thank, I found my voice and started to tell Mr M how I feel when I feel bad and it’s like a breath of fresh air being able to unload. My life changed forever a few years ago when I took control of the situation. Having Rex has been the best thing that’s ever happend to me it’s made me a better person than I ever have been and I will Always be eternally grateful to him for completing me.

So there you have it, Didn’t expect that did you? To be honest neither did I, I’ve written all this down today for you to read but I can’t bring myself to publish it to the world. Why? Basically I don’t really want to talk about it and for now I don’t need to talk about it, I guess I’m writing this post as I’m being true to my word when I promised I would write an honest and real life blog, there’s no sugar coating mental health, what would be the point? it happens! To one in 3 of us! I can guarantee most of the people around you have had or are suffering right now and you wouldn’t even know. So please just be kind.

Z

Xxx

This post was written in August 2019 and publish for world mental health day October 2019

Bleeding hell!

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It’s one thing having to deal with the utter shitfest that is having a period every month , it’s another thing dealing with the ability to spontaionly combust and start bleeding unannounced in public.

If Period talk makes you feel queasy then I suggest you stop here. Because things are about to get messy! You know me I don’t hold back on much! Trust me Lads if you ever want sex again I suggest you don’t read ahead.

Anyway… I’ve been as regular as clock work since 14. Me and my periods made a pack that’s never been broken. It’s like a relationship you build up over time, Yeah I get the odd bit of pain here and there but who doesn’t? As strange as this sounds it felt oddly weird when I got pregnant and suddenly I didn’t have to worry about my monthly’s !! I swear the first 3 months of pregnancy I was strutting my stuff walking around with no knickers on.

You all know i suffer with mild anixety, after finding out I was growing a baby literary everytime I went to the toilet for the next 9 months I checked to see if I was bleeding out of total and utter fear of the worst happening. Bleeding during pregnancy “can” be compleatly normal. Having said that any pregnant women reading this please don’t take my word for it and get it checked ASAP if you experience any bleeding during pregnancy just to be on the safe side.

So just to gross you out even more than I already have I’m gonna shed some light on what it’s like after the birth!! Now i had heard some horror stories and I mean HORROR STORIES! Of what comes out of your baby gate after delivery and the coming months. And I’m talking get the arm bands and rubber ring at the ready for the gush of bloody mess that’s about to drop from your poor battered old fanny.

So being as prepared as I could I stocked up on all the necessary sanitary wear to try and mop up the gushing mess that was my vagina, little fact for you.. I’ve never used a tampon in my life! Who wants to walk around with a cotton wool sausage stuck up their chuff all day? I was very pleasantly suprised to find that as id lost so much blood during delivery that there actually wasn’t much left to vacate the building. Yay!! SPOILER ALERT. I lost 2 litres of blood when they so gently ripped that baby from my now fragile fanny which I didn’t find out about until days after and realised 2 litres is like one of those big bottles of coke!! Anyway back to the important stuff, So basically I had no bleeding after having the baby unlike some unlucky ladies who have the niagra falls turn up in their knickers.

So as I’m minding my own business wondering when my body was going to grace me with the glorious monthly presence of bleeding for a week.BAM. There it is. Then one unsuspecting day where I’m just minding my own business, and I go to the loo and I’m like WTF is this? Another period? I’ve only just had one. So I went with it as you do to see what would happen, the days went by and yep still bleeding like a dying bear. Ermmm HELLO? What’s going on here? I didn’t agree to this. Thinking it was a one off I put the past behind me and once again the mother fucked sprung on me the following month! Is it normal to have 2 periods a month? Am I dying a slow monthly death?Should I be some weird science experiment?

Fast forward now to 5 months post natal. Knowing the monthly monster is about to spring up on me, prepared for battle I’m ready to go! Period? Are you there? I’ve only gone and fucking skipped a period! Wtf is going on? Sitting at the kitchen table tapping my fingers looking at the clock, will it ever show up? Am I safe to leave the safe sanitary towel confindes of my own house, will I spontaneously start bleeding on the bus? It’s a risk I’m prepared to take! I’m a busy women I don’t wait around for nobody.

And that my friends is my story of the bleeding nightmare of post natal bleedige. If I’ve learnt anything it’s always be prepared!!

Z

Xxx