A dirty protest?

Seriously, I’m at the end of my tether.

It’s been happening on and off now for the last couple of months.

It started happening probably about 6 months ago I think was the first time.  Then there was a really bad incident of it and it didn’t happen again until about 2 months ago.  But now it’s happening again with alarming regularity, in fact I am writing this post after the most recent occurrence of it about half an hour ago, and I NEED IT TO STOP!

I needed it to stop as soon as it feckin well started.  But it hasn’t.  It has continued.

And now it’s showing no signs of stopping.

For starters, I’m growing very tired of having to clean up every time it happens.

Actually, let me re-phrase that.  I am SICK TO THE BACK TEETH of cleaning up every time it happens.

We do not have enough spare cot sheets and cot duvets and cot duvet-covers and cot pillows and cot waterproof undersheets to account for the increasingly frequent number of occasions that call on a bedding change and high-temperature wash.

I am also SICK TO THE BACK TEETH of hearing myself say out loud, in a firm and slow (to ensure no avoidance of doubt and maximum level of understanding) voice, with more than a hint of frustration and barely contained anger:

“DO NOT TAKE YOUR NAPPY OFF IN BED”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!

But to no avail.

She keeps on doing it.  Keeps on doing that ONE thing that I have kept on repeatedly asking her (in both good cop and bad cop approaches to the situation) NOT TO DO.

“KEEP YOUR NAPPY ON IN BED”

“DO NOT TAKE YOUR NAPPY OFF BY YOURSELF”

” DO NOT TAKE YOUR NAPPY OFF UNLESS MUMMY OR DADDY OR NONNO OR NONNA OR GRANNY OR GRANDDAD ARE THERE TO HELP YOU”

But no.

Allegra WILLFULLY ignores my requests, my instructions, my begging, my pleading.

I know I am biased, but I would say in virtually all other ways, she is an incredibly intelligent child who understands so much and is capable of so many things.

But with this, no.  She is just not getting it.  Or, she is REFUSING to get it.

I have tried the happy-go-lucky-no-biggie-but-it-would-be-awfully-nice-if-you-could-please-be-ever-so-kind-as-to-keep-your-nappy-on-tonight-darling-daughter-thanks-ever-so voice.  She has ignored it and proceeded to take her nappy off.

I have tried the positively-fuming-mummy-is-very-very-very-cross-with-Allegra-for-taking-her-nappy-off-in-bed-and-daddy-is-cross-and-nonna-is-cross-and-nonno-is-cross-and-aunty-chrissy-is-cross-so-don’t-ever-do-it-again voice.  She has ignored it and done it again the very next evening.  Sometimes even twice in the same evening.

Help me out here people.  I am in the worst kind of poo-smeared, wee-sodden, bedclothes-cleaning, toddler-hosing-down-in-the-bath, kind of groundhog day and frankly, it is DRIVING ME SODDING WELL TO DISTRACTION!

Why oh why oh why oh why is she doing it?!

In fact, I ask her that frequently:

Me:  ”Allegra, why do you take your nappy off when mummy says you mustn’t take your nappy off, because you get covered in poo and that’s not nice, it’s dirty?”

Allegra:  ”Yeah, why mummy?”

Me:  ”Allegra, I’m asking Allegra why?  Why do you do it?”

Allegra:  ”Yeah, why?” *said in inquisitive tone of voice as if seeking to genuinely understand why and expect me to know the answer*

Me:  ”No, Mummy is asking YOU why? Mummy is asking Allegra why?”

Allegra:  ”Yeah, why?” *said in increasingly inquisitive tone of voice, with bemused face as if she fails to understand why I just don’t answer the question and put us both out of our misery*

*I walk away, head in hands in frustration (not before checking there is no poo or wee on my hands*

It used to only ever happen on the odd evening when I’d put Allegra to bed at night.  At its worst, I went in to check on her about an hour after I’d put her to bed to find her lying, butt naked, face down and fast asleep on a mattress smeared with her own faeces.  It was a sight (and a smell) to behold.  After recovering from the initial shock, I optimistically went at her with the baby-wipes, before realising quite quickly I was facing a losing battle and had to wake her up, get her up, and hose her down in the bath.

This was a bad experience all round and she didn’t take off her nappy again for a long time after that episode.  Phew, I thought, she’s over it.

What a fool I was.

For it seems that memory faded and she’s back to her nappy-removing tricks once more.

Only this time it’s happening during daytime nap times as well as nightime bed times.

I seriously do not have enough cot bedding (or patience) (or rubber gloves) (or hand sanitiser) to deal with the possibility of a twice or even thrice a day episode.

I put her to bed and then it’s like a game of Russian roulette.  Do I go in 2 minutes after I put her down, to double check she’s not stripping or already naked and poo-ing or wee-ing in her cot, but then risk disturbing her as she’s about to drop off to sleep and then have to start the whole “no darling, it’s time to go to sleep, it’s not time for row row row your boat or head shoulders knees and toes” thing again?

Or, do I leave it say 15 minutes or so until after I’ve left the room before going back in, when there’s a higher chance she’ll have fallen asleep, but an even higher chance – given the increased time available to her uninterrupted – that she’ll be butt naked, nappy cast aside, lying in a pool of her own bodily fluids or worse.

If I could think of some way to prevent her stripping off and stripping down then that might crack it, but she’s like bloody Houdini.  She easily gets out of a sleeping bag, a vest with poppers at the crotch, and all known types of toddler pyjamas.  Do they make such a thing as strait-jackets for under 5s? – or would that be frowned upon….?

Do I just leave her to fester in her own mess in a “that’ll learn her” approach? – again, probably would be frowned upon and possibly even result in being reported to social services.

Somebody, anybody, tell me what to do?!

Baby’s first birthday!

I can’t believe I am writing this a full week after the event, but better late than never I guess. This time last week, on Tuesday 21st February, my beautiful baby girl (aka the infamous Richmond Baby), turned 1! Happy birthday princess boogaloo!

The birthday girl

The week hadn’t exactly got off to a great start… Monday morning, I woke after what had been a very restless night of coughing and getting up and down to baby, and finally bringing her into bed with us – meaning I’d slept in a weird contorted position, all in all contributing to me feeling decidedly crap when the alarm went off at around 6. Having also been ill over the weekend, I decided that I would be useless at work and so took a rare day off sick. Richmond Baby wasn’t looking all that great either – still coughing, still very snotty, and post breakfast now with dry and crusty Weetabix remains adorning her face. So I figured it seemed like a good idea to give her a bath before bringing her into nursery for a few house (to allow me to get some much needed rest and recovery time).

I stripped her off, pausing for a moment to reflect on the fact that she hadn’t done a poo overnight, nor since breakfast, and wondered whether I should give it a few moments, before deciding – foolishly it turned out – “nah!”, and pressed on regardless.

Plunging her into the bath she started happily splashing about, then in amongst the noise of the splishing and the splashing, I heard a “parp” – fearing the worst, my eyes dashed to her beautiful behind, where I then witnessed something I’m pleased to say I had never seen before and in truth, I hope to never see again… a gentle trail of poo, parp-parp-parping from her butt, snaking it’s way through the bath water and bobbing about happily in amongst the squeezy ducks and wind-up turtles. Aaaah!

Thankfully I did not take a moment to capture this event on my iPhone for the purposes of reporting it on my blog. I’m sure you’re all grateful.

Thinking fast, I grabbed her from her bath of poo, and plonked her naked and dripping wet onto a nearby towel. She was NOT impressed. Not one bit. She screamed, she cried, she crawled off at speed towards the landing, before parking her have-recently-defecated butt onto the beige carpet.  Aaaaah!

Thankfully it turns out that if you poo in water, your butt ain’t so dirty, so the carpet survived to tell the tale and I then managed to get a nappy on the aforementioned remarkably clean butt before then having to deal with the poo in the bath situation, which I can tell you turned out to be a pretty low point in my life: we’re talking rubber gloves, fishing out poo manually, trying to get a grip on it when it’ been in water is quite challenging in turns out (who knew?!?), and then shoving it into a nappy bag without causing any further damage (emotionally and physically to myself and/or the bathroom).  All this when I was actually at home sick from work, I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t really how I’d seen things panning out when I’d decided not to go into work that day.  I’d hoped to spend the best part of the day under the duvet drinking much needed Lemsip and watching Jeremy Kyle or something.  No such luck.

Anyway, what has this got to do with baby’s first birthday you ask? well nothing, technically, it’s just that it was quite a remarkable incident in her final hours of being an under one, and I felt compelled to share it with you…. so, on with the birthday stuff….

Ahh, my little baby girl, all grown up – yes, we made it to the one year milestone, all still alive (in my case, only just!), all with (most of) our faculties in tact, all still talking/babbling to each other.  Hooray for us!  Hooray for Richmond Baby!

And how did we celebrate? well, seeing as it was on Shrove Tuesday, we decided to throw a Pancakes & Pink Champagne party and it was lovely!  Unfortunately as we had to hold the gathering after work on a Tuesday, it wasn’t possible for everyone to come, but we had a great group of friends, a few little ones, lots of pancakes – expertly made by Richmond Daddy with his new “toy”, a rather fancy Le Creuset crepe pan – and lots of fun.  I was officially the worst mummy in the world for turning up an hour and a half late to my own daughter’s birthday party (delayed at work, delayed by crap trains/transport system

Happy Birthday Allegra

coming home) and felt suitably terrible, but had at least redeemed myself in part by baking the birthday cake, which I felt quite proud of and it was scoffed by everyone, so must have tasted alright I’m guessing.

A birthday cake and birthday balloon

Richmond Baby had a fantastic time playing with her million-and-one new toys – thank goodness we converted the study into a playroom when we did or literally I have no idea where we would be storing all these things, I could practically open a toy shop at this point!  She even started to get the hang of present opening rather successfully!

In many ways it is just impossible to really believe that my little baby girl, born a year ago on the 21st February, at 9.53pm, after being 2-weeks late, being induced, not coming out after 34 hours of labour, and then being wrenched out by an emergency c-section, is now a babbling, interactive, funny, entertaining, trying to toddle, speedy climber of stairs, lover of bananas (“nanas”), music loving, maracas loving, teddy bear cuddling, one year old.  How can that be?  Someone said to me at the weekend, the days can be long, but the years go by fast, and it’s true – some days are long and tiring, but this year has whizzed by because time sure flies when you’re having fun.

Unwrapping

Richmond Baby, you are fun personified.

You are our sunshine (despite the poo-ing in the bath incident…) :-)

The Big 100!

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaaaaaah…. whizz bang *sound of fireworks going off* – this post, this very post wot I is now writing (sic), marks my 100th blog post since I began the Richmond Mummy blog back in February this year.  I thank you, *takes a bow*.

Truly I can’t quite believe that I have made it this far and that this is my 100th post – 100th POST!!! I shall allow myself a celebratory pat on the back (I would have allowed myself a celebratory glass of wine, but I had quite enough of that last night – see exhibit A, photo blog of yesterday).  Ahem.

Anyway, I have been thinking about how to mark this momentous occasion and decided to write a post capturing the first 100 days of my beautiful baby girl’s life.  She is, after all, the inspiration for and reason behind me blogging, and so it seems fitting that to mark my big 100, this post looks at those first 100 days.  So, here we go…

Day 1:  Allegra Christina Cox born by c-section, Adele’s “Feel My Love” plays on the radio

Day 2: We’ve already fallen completely in love with our little bubba, who loves to snooze

Day 3: We’re still approaching nappy changes as a two person job, but gradually learning

Day 4: Discharged from hospital, once home we discover the joyous power of dummies

Day 5: We survive our first full day with bubba at home – success!

Day 6: Cousins Jo and Claire come to visit and fall in love with our little baby bug

Day 7: The Young Family visit and little Josh brings home-baked cakes, yum!

Day 8: Nonna (my mum) comes to visit and helps, helps, helps, helps, helps!

Day 9: We officially register Allegra’s birth, comedy… (see here). Aunty Chrissy visits

Day 10: We begin Gina Ford routine (ignoring advice like when to eat your breakfast)

Day 11: Granny & Grandad Cox visit and take many many many photographs!

Day 12: 9 nappy changes in 24 hours – this baby sure can poo and wee!!

Day 13: Our first night out, with baby, for cousin Claire’s graduation dinner – lovely!

Day 14: I start to just about get adjusted to what 4.30 in the morning looks like…

Day 15: Lovely NCT friend visits to talk about what it’s like being induced… I lie!

Day 16: Pancake Day at a neighbour’s house – I eat pancakes, baby sleeeeeeeeps

Day 17: Regroup with 2 NCT girls for first time post birth – swap notes on poo, wee, etc.

Day 18: Discharged by midwife as Richmond Baby now weighing in at 4450g

Day 19: My first time away from baby – 2 hours at the hairdressers – strange but needed!

Day 20: The ongoing cycle of feeding and nappy changing continues…

Day 21: What day is it?!?… the ongoing cycle of feeding and changing continues…

Day 22: Wee & poo, wee & poo, wee & poo, wee & poo, wee, wee, wee & poo, poo & wee

Day 23: More visiting from grandparents.  Lots more photo taking!

Day 24: First time at “the baby clinic” – Allegra wees on me, I have no change of clothes

Day 25: Aunty Susan visits…. lots of photos are taken!

Day 26: 3am, 7am, 10am, 1.40pm, 4.40pm, 6pm, 7.30pm, 11.30pm – she loves her milk!

Day 27: Allegra meets Andy & Siobhan.  Andy & Siobhan marvel at how big she is!

Day 28: Wee/poo/wee/poo/poo/wee/wee/wee/poo/wee

Day 29: More visiting from the grandparents.  More photo taking :-)

Day 30: Baby Annalie comes to play, she shows Allegra how to work the baby gym!

Day 31: More visiting from grandparents.  Lots of cuddles, lots of kisses, lots of photos!

Day 32: NCT group reunion at tutor’s house – comedy photo of babies lined up on sofa

Day 33: A spring walk in Richmond Park with bubba and fellow mummy friends

Day 34: NCT group reunion with mummies, daddies, and babies – chaos and cake!

Day 35: We fill in the Census,  logging details of baby’s residence in our household!

Day 36: Wee/poo/wee/wee/wee/wee/wee

Day 37: 3.30am, 6.30am, 10.30am, 2pm, 5pm, 5.50pm, 6.30pm, 11pm – milk, yum!

Day 38: My first “worried first time mum” visit to the GP with baby – she had sniffles…

Day 39: NCT girls movie afternoon – we talk all the way through – poo, wee, feeding, etc.

Day 40: I start Richmond Baby on the Infacol – wow, that creates some loud burps!

Day 41: My first proper night out – karaoke, with girlfriends – Daddy’s in charge at home

Day 42: My first Mother’s Day – a very special day spent with family and lots of love

Day 43: Tristanne and little Zach visit – Zach introduces Allegra to Toy Story’s Woody

Day 44: Poo and wee, poo and wee, wee, poo, wee, poo (lots), wee

Day 45: Poo, wee, wee, poo and wee, wee

Day 46: Kat from work visits, looking glamourous, but brings biscuits so I forgive her

Day 47: 6-week postnatal check up, GP: “fine to start exercising now” – ahem, yeah right!

Day 48: Efe and little Josh visit, Josh eats gravel in garden (note: start baby proofing)

Day 49: Lunch on sunny day with the Youngs & Bells – fight with baby re wearing sunhat

Day 50: Back to the baby clinic – 7 weeks old, weighing 11lbs 12oz, measuring 22 inches

Day 51: R. Daddy goes to Israel on business – my first experience home alone with bubba

Day 52: Weeeeeeee, poo, wee, poooooooo, wee, wee, wee

Day 53: Nonna babysits, I go out to dinner (fun but wishing I could use time to sleep!)

Day 54: Wee, poo, wee, wee, poo, poo, poo, wee

Day 55: The lovely Boon family visit and cook us lunch and do all the washing up! Bliss!

Day 56: Jenny and little Archie visit, Archie enjoys terrorising the cat hee hee

Day 57: Wee, wee, poo, wee, poo/wee, wee, wee

Day 58: 8 week jabs – heartbreaking :-( but made easier by lovely nurse at the surgery

Day 59: Allegra has hip scan, she’s given all clear and pees all over the examination bed

Day 60: I begin logging every poo, wee, feed, sleep on Baby Geek iPhone app (obsessive!)

Day 61: Jo & Fraser visit with beautiful dress for baby, we find excuse to drink Champers

Day 62: Not sure what happened this day, but probably lots of baby cuddling and kissing!

Day 63: Easter Sunday with the grandparents, we eat all baby’s Easter eggs for her (ahem)

Day 64: Richmond Daddy returns to the golf course…

Day 65: R. Daddy has a night out (I know, I’m too good to him – golf then a night out…)

Day 66: Baby Clinic again – bubba now 13lbs and in 91st percentile… what a chubber!

Day 67: Baby’s first train ride – we bring her in to my work and R. Daddy’s (showing off!)

Day 68: It’s the Royal Wedding! And baby’s first street party :-)

Day 69: Melissa comes to visit giving baby a little toy dog, toy dog is now a favourite

Day 70: Lunch at the Gaucho Grill with friends, Richmond Baby charms the waitresses

Day 71: Jenny & little Archie come to visit again (Pigalle the cat hides this time… :-) )

Day 72: Fun with the grandparents – lots of giggles, lots of cuddles, lots of photos!

Day 73: I brave the trip up to London with baby without R. Daddy for lunch with friend

Day 74: Take baby to Infant Massage Workshop; Allegra feeds throughout and misses it!

Day 75: Friday PM drinks, discover baby monitor works when we’re in next door’s lounge

Day 76: Nonna on babysitting duty again as I go on hen do – baby sleeps like a dream :-)

Day 77: Thankfully not too hung over to deal with baby waking at crack of dawn!

Day 78: We start Gymboree – so much fun, baby is slightly bemused and confused!

Day 79: I manage to lock myself out.. thankfully take refuge at NCT friend’s house!

Day 80: Check, check, and triple check I have my keys before leaving the house again…

Day 81: Attend Home Safety Workshop – start panicking re level of baby proofing needed

Day 82: Bring baby to the GP with a cold – GP: “she’s fine, it’s just a cold…” – hmmm…

Day 83: Move baby from moses basket into by-the-bed crib, she’s outgrown basket!

Day 84: R. Daddy goes back to the golf course.  Aunty Chrissy visits for kisses and cuddles

Day 85: More Gymboree fun – Richmond Baby gets fond of the maracas!

Day 86: We send off Allegra’s passport application – with the cutest photo ever!

Day 87: 12 week jabs – a brave little girl, but still lots of tears…. :-(

Day 88: Attend weaning workshop, to swot up in advance – panic at thought of mess

Day 89: Bring R. Baby to Uncle Cy’s 70th Birthday party, she sleeps through festivities!

Day 90: Saturday afternoon stroll on the Green, with snoozing boo in buggy

Day 91: A day in the park, with alfresco nappy changing – a new experience…

Day 92: Hooray, it’s a Gymboree-day… R. Baby discovers the joys of ball pools

Day 93: Lunch with NCT girlies and babies – lots of cake, lots of baby talk, more photos!

Day 94: @The Pottery Cafe – painting a Father’s Day mug for R. Daddy with baby’s feet

Day 95: Think about starting to plan the Christening. Put it off for another day…

Day 96: Think about researching baby-friendly holiday.  Put it off for another day…

Day 97: Go to hairdresser, discover they serve you wine while you have hair done – result!

Day 98: Christening planning phase one – start going to mass again…!

Day 99: R. Daddy accompanies us to Gymboree – gets stuck in to the singing/dancing… :-)

Day 100: Start Mother & Baby Yoga – baby is bemused, mummy is seriously decrepit!

So there you have it.  The first 100 days of life with Richmond Baby, to mark the 100th post on Richmond Mummy.  Good times.