Okay, I’ll admit it: I think I’m afraid of my two year old. Not in a cowering in the bathroom kind of way, (though you might find me hiding with a bar of chocolate here), no, but I am definitely scared. … Continue reading
As part of my Digital Mums course I have been working with an interior designer. This means I have been trying to get into the heads of people who might use an interior designer, which actually translates to me getting a little lost in the beautiful images on pinterest! Love pinterest!
It also got me thinking about my own interior design journey or rather the renovation we took on just under two years ago when we decided to convert some stables into a house for us and the baby we were about to welcome. It’s still a work in progress; I am told it takes 4 years to make a house your home. However, given we only moved in last summer, I think we’re not doing too badly!
This post is all about my lovely living room and it’s own little journey from a shell to a cosy haven where I spend my evenings.
Before these pictures were taken, my boyfriend had pulled up all the original sandstone flooring. We’ve recycled these stones and used them outside to create a wall in the garden! I love the fact that we managed to recycle them, plus it’s obviously much cheaper than having to go out and buy them! We’ve also used them behind our wood burning stove so it’s a nice reminder of how the room was beforehand.
We would have loved for the entire end wall to be windows but we were pretty sure planning wouldn’t allow it. There used to be a slit where we put these bi-fold doors. Whilst this was a really lovely original feature, we decided letting natural light in would be much nicer!
This is where our new study area at one end of our living room is now. We’ve kept all the original doors which might have been a mistake. Our living room has three doors!! Though it does make it light and airy.
As we don’t have the money to buy new furniture for an entire house, most of our furniture is hand me downs – hence the unmatching couches. The TV is being upgraded next week (yay), and I’ve got my eye on a really nice TV unit from Laura Ashley. The stones under and behind the stove are from the original floor.
Excuse the mess! This study area at the end of the living room is still a work in progress. As you can see I have some paintings to hang in the morning.
The little cow is my son’s toy – not a weird design feature! The cushions are new from Dunelm today!
There’s still a lot to do but it’s certainly starting to feel like home and we’re lucky to have such fantastic views from our living room.
One of the ten sentences I uttered after labour was ‘I’m never doing that again!’
I don’t want to scare you as my labour was actually pretty amazing. But at the same time I won’t lie to you, parts of it hurt like hell and I couldn’t imagine having to wilfully go through it again.
Yet, as Kate emerged from hospital with baby number 2 I couldn’t help but feel massively broody and my heart just melted when big brother, George turned up at the hospital to be introduced to his new baby sister.
So when is the right time to have baby number 2?
The first six months of my son’s life were pretty tough. Don’t get me wrong, he was completely adorable. However, silent reflux meant many weeks of 3 hour bedtime crying bouts, refusal of milk and just a miserable time for everyone involved! But we’re over that now and 16 months in. He sleeps through the nights. Is super happy and things just seem easier now. Our little family unit of three works well.
So why would we spoil that and bring another one into the mix?
Well, I have this image in my head of my two children playing nicely together, running down a beach together, building sandcastles, play fighting, giving each other cuddles, helping Daddy. I know it’s a bit idealistic and actually they’d probably just fight all the time and have me run round after them like a crazy woman but I can’t help feeling I would regret it if I didn’t have a second child and that perhaps my son would be missing out.
I know it’s completely wrong but I’d love to have a second child & miss out all the stuff I found a bit boring – I didn’t really rate being pregnant and the first 6 months weren’t that much fun! Also, I’m worried. I’m worried how another might impact on us all and most of all I’m worried about how it would affect my son. Would he feel neglected? Would he miss out on a bedtime story and cuddles with Mummy? How do you juggle two and keep everyone happy?
We’re just starting to get our freedom back. Do you we want to give that up?
I’ve thought a bit about when would be the right time. Ideally I’d like a second before my first turns 3. I think that would be a nice age gap for them. But would that also mean it would be really hard work? Having one is easy – I have two arms to hold him, can give him all the attention he needs, I don’t have to worry about anyone else! It’s just me and him (and Daddy, of course).
There’s so much to think about!
Money, age gaps, family, happiness, can we cope?
And, it sounds silly, but the main thing is the son I already have – we play a game where I lie on the floor and he climbs and bounces on me (fun, I know), but obviously we wouldn’t be able to do this whilst I was pregnant! It’s our daily game and I’d feel guilty about depriving him of it…and that’s before number 2 has appeared reared it’s little head.
So I am asking you, when is the right time to have baby number 2?
Is there a right time? Was it the best or worst thing you ever did? How did you cope? Are you leaping up and down saying ‘do it do it’ or have a you any nuggets of wisdom to offer.
I’d love to hear your experiences! Whether you’re pregnant with number 2, are on number 3 or are thinking about having your next child.
As parents it is one of the biggest things we concern ourselves with, because let’s face it….sleep is brilliant! I can’t get enough of it. I can’t believe there was a time when I would think nothing of rolling into bed well beyond 3am. Now, I’m lucky to be up past 10pm. Life is just better once you’re getting enough sleep.
Now, in most respects I’ve been pretty lucky. My little boy slept through at 10 weeks. God, it was amazing.
But no one told me, while I was feeling smug and trying not to boast (no one likes a smug mummy), that actually, sleep can remain a constant battle. For months and months our little angels will sleep through, without a peep and then out of nowhere BAM they will stop. You can’t always explain it. There may be no see-able reason – they just decide they will wake at 10 and 3 and 5 every single night!
Since we arrived back in Scotland, following our season my little boy started sleeping through again and I can’t tell you how good life has been because of this! Lazy mornings spent in bed, where 8.30 is now a lie in. It has been glorious. But now, after a lovely weekend away with him visiting family in Yorkshire, he has a cold. Argh!!
Now as an adult, pre children, you may have no idea how catastrophic a cold can be to a baby or toddler. It’s the equivalent of man flu. My little boy is quite literally drowning in a sea of snot, which means that going to sleep and staying asleep is proving quite difficult. And I know that this small set back in his world of sleep could mean months of waking up and struggling to sleep through again!
So, in the words of Catherine Tate…Am I bovvered?
Well, yes but…as a Mum who sticks quite closely to my routine I have realised more and more that there’s a time in every parents life when you have to admit defeat and go with the flow. Sometimes children just do not sleep and often there is nothing you can do about it. They wake and you deal with it the best way you can.
Don’t panic. One day they will sleep.
I know it feels like this will never ever happen. That you are forever destined to watch cartoons at 5 am, or like me last night – 2.30am.
But one day it will be over. They will sleep and before you know it, you’ll be bemoaning the fact that you just can’t get them out of bed in the morning. And you’ll look back in rosey tinted fondness as you reminisce about those sleepless nights over a glass of red. Or if you’re like me, you’ll think, thank f*ck we’ve got past that phase!
Now, I better get to bed. I am pretty sure I’m going to be woken up in a few hours time.
Night night, from a tired Mummy Zzzzzzzzzzz