Generally I would say I’m not really a fan of slogans on children’s clothes. While I was pregnant with Krish I inevitably began looking at baby clothes and was disappointed by the amount of clothes covered in stereotypical gender behaviour phrases. Phrases such as “Mummy’s little angel” and “Watch out, little monster about!” I think there has been a big improvement in the way boys and girls clothes are presented in terms of choice and I have seen several examples of positive slogans that would inspire both boys and girls. But there is still much to be done…..
It’s been a busy few weeks in the Ravalia household. First nights out, first steps, first hair cuts, first full nights sleep and first school visits. Carry on reading for the full stories.
In life we all have those moments where we have to laugh to keep ourselves from crying or screaming or shouting. A muttering of WHY, a head in the hands, a look to the sky kind of moment. It’s a struggle and from a parenting stand point sometimes you actually do have to shout or at least certainly not laugh!
Here is my compilation of some of those moments in life….
This is the final chapter in my series of blog posts to celebrate the twins turning 1. So far I’ve talked about pregnancy, the birth and my time on the maternity ward. In this post I hope to touch on our new NICU routine, the reality of being a parent to a child in NICU, highs, lows and of course the all important milk production.
Since having the twins and beginning this new crazy chapter in my life, I have created a new virtual village of blogging/vlogging social media Mummies and Daddies, who inspire and support me. I’ve also started listening to parenting podcasts, and it seems that Day 3 is the day when most new Mums lose their shit. Hormones are all over the shop, milk’s coming in, lack of sleep is really kicking in and the adrenaline rush has peaked already. However for me, all this panic began on Day 2; apart from the bit about milk coming in! I’d have to wait a bit longer for that. 😫
I promised you the next instalment of a trilogy blog to celebrate the twins turning 1, would be all about the birth and our time in NICU; but I’ll be honest…I’m so much of an over sharer that this trilogy is going to turn into a series! This post will be about the day the twins arrived: c-section, recovery, meeting the twins and entering the NICU unit for the first time.
Coincidentally I spent today with a fellow NICU and twin mum that I met during our time there, who I am now fortunate enough to call my friend. We were chatting about how surreal it feels to now have one year olds and reminiscing about our time as NICU mums.
Anyway here’s our story….
22nd October 2016 will go down as one of the most surreal days of my life! It’s the day we found out that I was pregnant with not one, but two babies! I can still remember watching the colour drain from Raj’s face as the sonographer spoke the following words. “Are there twins in the family?” “No!” I confidently replied, not for one second imagining what she might have seen on the screen. “Well…there are now!” she declared! One perk of being given that life altering news was that they let us have our scan pictures free of charge, to help make up for the shock!